Nature D. Disorder

I love the outdoors, so I knew the phenomenon of NDD that my peers had. You don't know what it is? There's a whole book about it, but I'm kind enough to give you a brief introduction to this right here. NDD stands for, Nature, Deficiet Disorder. Yup, you can have a nature deficiet disorder. Now, I'm not going to lie, I didn't come across this information myself, my outdoors program intructor did. And in addition to telling me about this, he convinced to read the intro of the book.

I have NDD right now. I haven't been outside in about three days...why? Why would a nature lover stay indoors for that long? Well, hmm let me think, on the national news there are reports of the worst pollen count seen in a decade. Well hmm, I'm deathly allergic to pollen of certain wheat type plants. There is no way I can go outside. I will friggin sneeze to death. Do you find this as ironic as I do? Nature is what is giving me a nature deficit disorder. o.O oohh my...

But truly, if you have not done so already, discover the wonders of nature. The shade of a tree, the beach, the springy earth in the woods, the thrill of zooming down a river in a kayak, go rock climbing, it is so good for you, and even for all of those who are not so eager about these things, you never know, you might have fun. But watch out for ticks! Just do a tick check when you're done with these activities. And poison ivy, do know that if you wash the oil off within the hour of getting it on you, you'll be fine. Ok yes, now I have to admit, nature does bite. But all the wondrous things, I swear! make it worth it.

Vengeful Wrongdoing

Theme; Murder
Protagonist; A young girl named...unamed, let's leave her unamed, it's a first person narrative

A sudden light from the doorway burns my eyes and my heart frantically speeds up. The desperate shriek that escapes my lips rings in my ears as my attacker approaches. The light hindering my vision still shines, penatrating into my cowering eyes. Yet, in the shadows, I see the outline of a hand reaching to choke the breath out of me. I screech and scramble to back up, but my head strikes against the concrete wall behind me, disorienting me momentarily. Now I see the sneer on my attacker's sadistic face.

Her hands clenched around my neck and pain shoots up, springing tears from my horrified eyes. Gasping for air that won't come I slip toward blissful unconciousness. My heart pounds for nonexsistent oxygen and suffocation is inevitable. My killer stares into me fiercely, "I can't forgive you," she vented. The hold tightened. I was dying.

I'm getting a haircut

I really want a haircut. But I'm especialy nervous about it this time...why? I have a boyfriend, and I want to look good. I don't think I'm being vain. What's so bad about wanting look your best?

In the past few days I've been looking through picture after picture looking for haircuts I like. Do you know what the problem with this is? It's difficult to figure which haircut is going look the best. Becuase the model's face shapes vary so much and the haircut may not suit me as it does the model, I'm wary.

It will grow back right? What am I worried about?