Margo's got Moxie ! : the diary of miss red high heels

I do not like gated communities. They are pointless personally. No offense to those who live there, but do you really feel safe? What is the point of gate codes, and fences with sliding mechanisms, and key code entry, or voice activated passwords, or phone calls needed to be made if that other side of the wall, is unsafe already? Before you go thinking I broke into one, let's demonstrate the facts. The gate serves a purpose to intentionally hold up security for homes and for its dwellers who inhabit such areas. Is it because people live in fear of murder, robbery, or maybe even homeless people? How then do you explain that car theft is reported (studies show, just google it) that gated areas still have a high rank for theft even care theft. The car of a guest visiting someone in a gated community gets stolen from. Now wouldn't this be eerie, if not only a resident residing in that community could potentially have access to an entire group of people and alarm systems on any sugg...

Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be a nurse. I wanted to help people, save lives, make a difference in a hospital or maybe even be a veterinarian. Flashback. High school math class. I was never good at math. Actually, I hate math and always have. I struggled through all of my math classes and could not wait to leave and finish all of my requirements for mathematics required for whatever major I chose. Hence, why English was so wonderful, it didn't have an equation. Math made me feel like failure and science wasn't that interesting enough for passion either. I would cost on through with the pass grades, but then realized I would never get to med school with a C- in Pre-Calculus. I thought hospitals were glamorous. You had the babies, the doctors, the final destination, did they make it, will they live, does this work, game over, but is it really, the so much caffeine I've been working 72 hours look with an I must have no life, will they forgive me if I screw this ...

I have exactly what I need just right here now if I could just remember what it was I needed I could get going. Yes, believe it or not I don't quite remember what I was searching for. Could it be my wallet? Could it be my book or my pen, or my shoes? Or maybe my phone or my car keys? All practical things I think. Maybe I am looking fod my coat, my watch, or my hat? Could it be earrings or a locket or my laptop perhaps? All materials things, that I may be okay without if I really tried. Did I lose my grandmother's pearls, my diary, or my photos, or even my diploma? All special, personal things. Again, maybe I am certain those if lost Id be okay without. Did I lose my mind or, my paperwork, my project, my job, the map, my way, my sanity or my ticket? Everyday things I could lose again and again. Now what is it what did I lose? Have I lost interest, my heart, my soul, control, reasoning, concentration, or substance, human emotion perhaps? These things this grow this change those p...