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(Possibly D-List) Celebrities Whom I Wish Hadn't Faded Into Oblivion:


1. Devon Sawa

2. Kevin from the Backstreet Boys

3. Gregory Smith

4. Erik Von Detten

5. Kaci & JoJo

6. Ja Rule

7. The cast of Boy Meets World

8. Jonathan Taylor Thomas

9. Dustin Diamond (name that character...)

..but mostly Devon Sawa.


Oh, and here's the "creative response" to a book called Borderlands (think: immigration, exploitation, loss of identity) I wrote for my 3rd Year Writing class. I think it's pretty okay for a 1-page (double spaced) narrative:

My stomach lurched in the most unbearable way. I was no longer able to distinguish whether the torrential river blurring my vision was the beating rain or my own gushing tears. The ice-cold mud squished through my sandals, between my toes as I tore through the darkness, though I could barely feel my feet anymore. I struggled to wrap my sopping wet hand-woven shawl tighter around my shoulders in an attempt to feel warmth again.

Not having eaten in two days, I felt my legs begin to buckle underneath me as I neared that ambiguous territory. The knot in my stomach told me they’d find me and send me back—or worse—but still, I felt compelled to continue. My goal was on the horizon.

I tried to remember my son. My sweet, beautiful son. This is for him. I will find a way. No longer will I accept poverty as an inevitable truth.

Lights. Illuminating the small palm tree within 50 feet of me I had not previously been aware of, the beams scoured the area to my left. My heart throbbed against my ribs as if it refused to be contained. I had arrived. I collapsed to the ground as if my body had been holding out just long enough to see a glimpse of the destination.

I lay frozen on the mucky ground, for I knew not what else to do. My body seemed to have forgotten how to flinch, let alone crawl. I prayed. I prayed with more conviction than I had during the only four Masses I’d attended in my lifetime combined. I do not know to whom exactly I was praying. The universe, I guess. Or any being who promised hope. I suppose I prayed due to a lack of feasible alternatives.
I heard the crunch of tires on gravel. A door slammed shut. This was it. They would be here soon. My body convulsed in a fit of uncontrollable sobs. Perdóname, mi hijo. I managed to whisper, perdóname,,,