alien symbols.

To Whom It May Concern:
If you are reading this online diary of mine, i must have posted it previously to you reading it. I imagine that you have stumbled upon my prose filled cottage tucked safely away, purely on accident. So read if you shall, who knows maybe even stay awhile...well at least long enough for facebook to reload. Because years from now, rocking and swinging on porches with loved ones, you may recall a story, a character, a thought, or just the emotion caught between the lines and a smile could creep its way across your face.

Disclaimer: the stories are true, the people are real, and yes, my heart really does beat that tenderly.
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Dear Diary,
Is there life on mars? after today...hmm maybe.

Today, I chose to study in the library. If you worked in the library you would understand why I try to stay away from that place. But this visit was not like the others. My time there was productive and incredibly pleasant. Around 4pm I looked up from my cubicle and spotted a couple walking toward one of the book shelves. They were great! He turned the corner laughing at his girlfriend (I assume) and knocked his arm hard enough for me to hear it across the upstairs section. As he humurously fought through the pain, his girlfriend giggled and stared, making eye contact as if to say, "you are so cute...now come on you big baby!" (strictly my interpretation). Completely distracted, I attempted to study again, but that quickly led to a frenzy of mass texting. I was in one of those moods where I felt everyone needed to hear my "cute" story for the day. At this point studying was over and the wait had begun. The anticipation of the possible ten replies became overwhelmingly delightful. I am ashamed to say this: I send out mass text messages because I enjoy the mass replies. Ask anyone, we all get excited when we look down at our phone and the screen displays "1 new message". So I decided a long time ago that if one new message gets me excited then five or even ten new messages would give me enough shallow happiness to last me at least two days.

The couple had since left and my phone showed that five minutes had passed without a single reply. Just as my ridiculous form of depression began to kick in, the entire desk vibrated, except it was more of a rattle due to the daily abuse my phone endures. "Yes! Two text messages!" This joy was short lived. Text after text, reply upon reply all shared the same confusion: "weird", "what the crap is that?", "haha say what?" With every reply I became more and more discouraged, those were not the replies I had imagined receiving. Not a single, "Aww!"

On my way to dinner Joelle says, "what was up with those symbols you sent me?" Apparently, E.T. had been trying to phone home on my cell and in the meantime had reprogrammed my texts to appear as Alien Symbols. So during dinner I made my rounds, explained the miscommunication and shared the story that I had tried to send. Becca laughed, Alyce said, "yeah, it happened again", and poor Evie, she never even got a text message. Is there life on mars? Probably not, but today I wanted to believe.

Intended Text Message: "I just saw a cute couple. The guy hit his arm really hard on a book shelf; the girl's pleasant laugh, her eyes, her smile, they seemed to soothe his momentary pain...I want those kinds of painful memories."