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elsajeniOnce again it has eaten an entry that took forever to write, this one about why exactly I tend not to show my emotions. Well, never mind that. Many of you have heard it; those of you who haven't, there's probably a good reason.
I had something to say, really I did. Perhaps it will come to me with time. Ah yes. It was... no. Wait. That wasn't it. Damn. Maybe I should just go to sleep. But no! No sleep yet! I will, in the absence of my brilliant commentary thought of earlier, tell you my thoughts at the moment.
*sighs* I am a bad poet and a worse artist. (Yes, I am in a bad mood. However could you tell?) I made the mistake of writing a very long poem, a good 7 or 8 pages in my hated composition book (I prefer my little spiral notebooks), in 10 parts. It is a love story; naturally, being one of my poems, it ends badly. Then I attempted to illustrate it using my little sketchbook and crayons from SWUUSI. I did a remarkably good job for someone who absolutely cannot draw; however, the poem isn't any good anyway, so it doesn't matter. Grr. I wish to be a GOOD writer. In other news, my stories are all coming along brilliantly in my head, but as I haven't got my computer none of them are moving at all on paper. And also I need to write some rhyming poetry that I can pretend is song lyrics (for a story, really). Hmm. Anyone have any ideas for that?
Ugh. I'm rambling, aren't I? Anyways, it's 1 in the morning and my hostess is already asleep. I'd better shut up now and get off the computer. Good night, all, and may sweet dreams follow you. (Unless you currently deserve unpleasant ones.)
I had something to say, really I did. Perhaps it will come to me with time. Ah yes. It was... no. Wait. That wasn't it. Damn. Maybe I should just go to sleep. But no! No sleep yet! I will, in the absence of my brilliant commentary thought of earlier, tell you my thoughts at the moment.
*sighs* I am a bad poet and a worse artist. (Yes, I am in a bad mood. However could you tell?) I made the mistake of writing a very long poem, a good 7 or 8 pages in my hated composition book (I prefer my little spiral notebooks), in 10 parts. It is a love story; naturally, being one of my poems, it ends badly. Then I attempted to illustrate it using my little sketchbook and crayons from SWUUSI. I did a remarkably good job for someone who absolutely cannot draw; however, the poem isn't any good anyway, so it doesn't matter. Grr. I wish to be a GOOD writer. In other news, my stories are all coming along brilliantly in my head, but as I haven't got my computer none of them are moving at all on paper. And also I need to write some rhyming poetry that I can pretend is song lyrics (for a story, really). Hmm. Anyone have any ideas for that?
Ugh. I'm rambling, aren't I? Anyways, it's 1 in the morning and my hostess is already asleep. I'd better shut up now and get off the computer. Good night, all, and may sweet dreams follow you. (Unless you currently deserve unpleasant ones.)