Twice in one day

Hello again. I know twice in one day; what am I becoming a blogger or something? Anyway I have to admit something. I haven't been writing at all. Shocking, I know. I rolled on the floor weeping insanely as well. Not letters, poems, short stories, lists, nothing. My brain has been turning to mush. It's disgusting - I'm ashamed of myself. However, I wrote three lines last night and so I think I am on the road to recovery. I thought once I started writing it would gush forth from me like the waters of a great river only to find its a trickling. Maybe even a dripping. Yes, I am dripping words. Not gushing. dripping. It came after a long bike ride to the bridge, down the hill of great joy (which I call the hill of great doom when I have to walk up it again to get home) past the rollar blader (I didn't think people did that anymore) under the uneasy bridge, past the bronze man on the bench and to the great white sundial. I sat and watched the river. Then I came home. Now I guess I'm a blogger. I don't know how I feel about that.

Hello all....eight of you. I really wish that I had more of a following then that but I guess I should be satisfied with what I have. Today I bring you Charlie McDonnell who describles himself as an english twenty-something who makes videos. If you enjoy this, you should listen to his music on Spotify. It's just under his name. Get all that? Charlie McDonnell + Spotify = almost as amazing as I am ">

month change

February is here already. I'm sitting in the school library, chewing pink gum, waiting for my class to start. I am amazed at the different laughs that echo off the walls. People snicker, guffah, sniff, snort, and mumble. It combines with the clack clack clack of the keyboard and the soft toned hum of voices. There is an argument going on behind me. 30 minutes til class starts.

I am eating a hamburger...except that my hamburger is not a hamburger but is an eggplant. Ya I know. right?

It is cold today. I say this not as a general complaint but as a fact. I understand that there are colder places in the world, like say, in the negatives, but 25 is cold. If I wanted to complain it would go something like this. The heater at work is broken and I went in at 6:00 today. Finger numbing cold. Not so bad, you say? I basically work in a storage shed. The snow jacket and hat I wore barely kept me at a level above shivering, but my gloveless hands almost went on strike, slowly gripping the mail and dumbly shoving the letters against the small slot. I did survive, however, and now I am sitting at my brothers work, reveling at the feeling of keyboard under my fingers. I am disconnected from the world and it is a strange feeling. In a world so utterly and constantly connected, to not have a phone or a computer is almost the equivalent of social suicide. I believe myself to be one step away from hermitism or leaping off the social bridge that connects us all. Thank goodness I don't live alone or I might dissapear and never be heard from again. What do I fill my time with? I have started doing the previously unheard of task called 'outside' If I refuse to enter the house for several hours there must be something I can find to do. I have discovered bike riding and walking and sitting. The Dr. Who convention happens next month and I am pitch perfect excited. I have a costume idea, I have a small piggy bank fund, and I have childlike inpatience. Now I just have to wait til it happens. It's all about the bow tie

Today is a Tuesday and music drums against my ear as I stare blankly at the computer screen, then a smile slowly spreads across my face. I am going to make the best out of today. I am 23 now and I am trying to act my age. How does a 23 year old act? That is the first mystery to solve. I love solving mysteries almost as much as I love surprises. I don't love class though, and that is where I am heading but a 23 year old does things she doesn't always like with a smile on her face. My feet are cold so I pull on some socks. The sun is out and I ate yogurt for breakfast after working out. I am thinking of you.

please load a new emotion and hit enter

hello my darlings. Much has happened, but I feel as if nothing has happened at all. That's becuase I live in a place where nothing changes, only the weather. Will I stay me forever, then? I think not. People can't help but change; they evolve, shift, adapt....curb thier responses depending on who is listening. And silence has a sound. It hums. I yawn slowly, glancing around for the soft beige fur of the dog. There he is. I sit back. I can hear a question in your voice, but I am too tired to answer and so I change the subject. There is a hail storm in a town nearby - I know this becuase the online newspaper told me about it. My mom said something this morning, but I can remember what. probabaly that there was a storm in a town nearby. IT all sounded very familiar when I read it online. Things of interest: I am painting tomorow I don't like painted garage doors I'm afraid of walking in the dark alone I love sunrises I can listen to the same song many times I have decided to create daily goals tomorrow's goal: To not say anything negative. I will blog about how it went.