APU's Kyleigh Becker: What Comes to Mind

Sometimes, you look at or read
something and think, How in the world can I do anything as close to amazing as
that? As I read Evan’s, Jen’s, Cecilia’s, and Marianne’s blogs I was thinking
something along those lines. And, as I sit here trying to write, I feel the
urge to bang my head against a wall. How does someone write something that
people will even want to read, especially after reading such a moving piece by
someone else? I could try
to top it with my own
stories (which don’t actually exist, which means I would be lying. And I don’t
like to lie) or I could just be normal random self, which might freak some
people out. I guess I’ll have to try for the happy median between normalcy and
excellency (which I sincerely hope works, as most things I try to write, well,
they just don’t).

And thus, speaking of depressing
things, like my terrible writing, the APU “Ghould Hall” Haunted House
is tomorrow and next week (or, technically, Friday and this week)! Which isn’t
depressing in itself, but zombies are depressing. And decorating and clean-up
is depressing. And it is (was) even the day after my birthday, which means even
if I want(ed) to go out I wouldn’t (have) been able to, because I’d actually
have something to do the next day. College student problems, eh?

Isn’t “eh?” a Canadian
stereotype or something? I wouldn’t know if it’s true or not, since I’ve never
knowingly talked to a Canadian at length before. Which is weird, since I live
in Alaska now. I don’t even know if there are many Canadians here. I mean, I
figure that there would be, but, you never know… Well, I don’t even know how
that conversation with myself came about, but okay… I actually might edit
that out later, but who knows? I
might need it for the word count. But that’s me. Going off on random tangents.
Geez, that makes me think of math, which reminds me that I still have a lot of
math to do. I miss the days of procrastination.

So, as I sit here, procrastinating, I just have to think. I think that today is
my birthday. October 25. Another year. I think on the fact that my mother flew
up over 4000 miles from Kansas to see me. And that my older sister just got
married. And she’s barely older than I am! She’s almost too beautiful, and I
just don’t want her to get hurt.

So now, I’m the only one in our
immediate family who gets to claim the benefits of a life of being single.
Which is good, sometimes. It means I can sing as loud as I want in the shower
and no one is telling me to be quiet. Except my roommate. She still tells me to
shut up.

Kyleigh Becker is a full-time student at APU from Kansas. She writes what
comes to mind, no matter how random, and hopes for the best. Some of her
other works (that tend to be not up to par) can be found at:

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