Why post my writings?
I hate starting posts. Hate it! This is where you set the tone for the rest of the post so you have to be really careful what you say and how you say it.
But now I started it and now I can go on and on and on about what’s new in my oh-so-interesting life and what I plan to do during the rest of the next week.
Alright, first things first, for the last six days I’ve been with my Aunt Lizzie and cousins Noe and Andrew in the small, one horse town of Elk River, ID. There were a few up, a few downs and quite a revelation about myself; I don’t like towns so small that when I walk down the street I can’t vanish into a crowd. With that strange complex one would think I should move back to Oakland or perhaps New York or some other big city… not a bad idea but I want to be able to hear my own dreams when I get to sleep, so that doesn’t work to good.
I’ll just become a hermit. This entire meeting-people-face-to-face thing is way overrated anyway. I would rather just talk to them over the net or phone… I suppose that makes me like ever other teen but why should I care?
Next item of business: I just came home from seeing the movie “The Skelton Key” I had heard both good and bad about it so I was ready to be disappointed or surprised. It was a good movie but it didn’t scare me as much as I had hoped… ah well.
Next Monday I go down to see dad who just came back from Sturgis (if you don’t know what that is, you’re a moron and I don’t know why you’re reading this… go away) and brought me back brass knuckles but I don’t know that yet. I wonder how many people would think that odd? A father buying a fairly good weapon for a daughter? I’m sure a shrink could have a field day with that one.
So this next week is going to be for writing and school, since the dogs got my colored pencils and now I can’t draw any of my faces –I’ve started this project where I draw different weird faces for fun, very colorful very weird and lots of fun to draw- but I suppose that’s better than them actually eating any of the faces. I would have been crushed if they had destroyed all my art.
There. I’ve posted. Now lets see how long it takes mom and Noe and Lizzie to all comment on my other blog. It’ll probably go mom, Lizzie, Noe.
Something that irritates me on Lizzie: she never comments on my writing, it’s always my school work she comments on. Why bother writing and posting these things if no one comments?
But now I started it and now I can go on and on and on about what’s new in my oh-so-interesting life and what I plan to do during the rest of the next week.
Alright, first things first, for the last six days I’ve been with my Aunt Lizzie and cousins Noe and Andrew in the small, one horse town of Elk River, ID. There were a few up, a few downs and quite a revelation about myself; I don’t like towns so small that when I walk down the street I can’t vanish into a crowd. With that strange complex one would think I should move back to Oakland or perhaps New York or some other big city… not a bad idea but I want to be able to hear my own dreams when I get to sleep, so that doesn’t work to good.
I’ll just become a hermit. This entire meeting-people-face-to-face thing is way overrated anyway. I would rather just talk to them over the net or phone… I suppose that makes me like ever other teen but why should I care?
Next item of business: I just came home from seeing the movie “The Skelton Key” I had heard both good and bad about it so I was ready to be disappointed or surprised. It was a good movie but it didn’t scare me as much as I had hoped… ah well.
Next Monday I go down to see dad who just came back from Sturgis (if you don’t know what that is, you’re a moron and I don’t know why you’re reading this… go away) and brought me back brass knuckles but I don’t know that yet. I wonder how many people would think that odd? A father buying a fairly good weapon for a daughter? I’m sure a shrink could have a field day with that one.
So this next week is going to be for writing and school, since the dogs got my colored pencils and now I can’t draw any of my faces –I’ve started this project where I draw different weird faces for fun, very colorful very weird and lots of fun to draw- but I suppose that’s better than them actually eating any of the faces. I would have been crushed if they had destroyed all my art.
There. I’ve posted. Now lets see how long it takes mom and Noe and Lizzie to all comment on my other blog. It’ll probably go mom, Lizzie, Noe.
Something that irritates me on Lizzie: she never comments on my writing, it’s always my school work she comments on. Why bother writing and posting these things if no one comments?
posted by Myrage at 10:46 PM
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