Birthday Party

Fond memories stick to your brain like superglue.

I remember this specifically when I was turning 10 years old:

I had a little elementary school crush that began when all he said was “you’re cute,” as we worked on classwork at a table with just us.

My eyes lit up like the stars at night out in the country. He thinks I’m cute? *gasps*

Ever since, I had a hard crush on that boy. So, I decided to invite him to my birthday party when November came around.

I invited classmates that were girls. No boys came, of course, because I really wanted my crush to come. The girls figured it out quickly that I had a crush, and they figured out I invited him. The girls crowded around me, turned on the radio, and this one song came on that I could never forget:

My Love by Justin Timberlake

justin timberlake
(Source)

Thus, they sang, crowding around me, mockingly:

See, all I want you to do is be my love (So don’t give away)
My love (so don’t give away)
My love (so don’t give away)
Ain’t another woman that could take your spot
My love (so don’t give away)
My love (so don’t give away)
My love (so don’t give away)
Ain’t another woman that could take your spot, my love
Love, my love, my love (Source)

If you’re a 90’s-early 2000’s kid, you sang along, didn’t you? 

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The Big Bang Theory

When I first heard the news that Stephen Hawking was dead, it almost felt like a shockwave hit me. He was 96 years old.

steven hawking

He was the most incredible scientist the world has ever seen. Why? The answer is clear: he was something called an Astrophysicist. A scientist.

An astrophysicist is a scientist that looks up into the stars. It doesn’t matter when, or where. The stars were mystifying at night. So beautiful, so many things to constantly count. Until one day, those stars went dark.

When Stephen Hawking was born, he was a visionary. Sure, the kids picked on him, called him a nerd. In fact, it didn’t bother him at all. For he had a dream in his head that he couldn’t stop seeing. When you dream, anything is possible in your head. You imagine things, daydream, and the ideas simply come to life.

I’m a writer. Not that it matters, but just like Stephen Hawking, I had a dream. One thing we have in common is that we are extremely shy people. You’ve seen those nerds before. Always wearing black, making ugly faces, but no one knew that someone out there was secretly, secretly judging them. Jealously? Hah! I think not.

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