Marc
The last time it was this nice outside, there were planes dropping out of the skies, and running into buildings.
I wish it weren't the truth.
I'm kind of skipping class right now. Think of it like that Simpsons episode where Bart made a silicone copy of himself and placed it in his desk and just walked around the hallways in the interim. Kind of like that, except my hallways are the streets of Normal, and there's no one in my seat, but I did have someone forge my signature on the attendance sheet, and I did at least make an appearance, but I got out just before the first presentation started. Heh. I'm a wild one.
It's a good thing I'm using all this valuable free time to BLARG, isn't it? A rebel, I tells ya', a fucking rebel.
I remember sitting down in front of my computer last night at about 2:00am trying desperately to think of something to write about -- nothing. Did the same thing at 4:00am after my DVD player stopped working -- again, nothing. What the hell?! Since when do I have nothing to say? Huh? When, I'm asking? When am I going to get to see that goddamned sailboat?
Honestly, I think my writing class yesterday zapped it all out of me. I turned in my piece called "Never Do Anything" about Scooter's future brother-in-law, Luke, and I got critiqued on it, and it went absolutely fabulously. Couldn't have been better, but I did get a few suggestions that made me do some thinking, and now I can't get them out of my head -- which is where they'll have to stay for a while, at least until I fix my computer, cause as it stands now, it won't save Word documents, and it won't open Microsoft Works, so my progress as a future writer is temporarily halted at this moment. For shame. Just as I was getting into the groove.
The last time it was this nice outside, there were planes dropping out of the skies, and running into buildings.
I wish it weren't the truth.
I'm kind of skipping class right now. Think of it like that Simpsons episode where Bart made a silicone copy of himself and placed it in his desk and just walked around the hallways in the interim. Kind of like that, except my hallways are the streets of Normal, and there's no one in my seat, but I did have someone forge my signature on the attendance sheet, and I did at least make an appearance, but I got out just before the first presentation started. Heh. I'm a wild one.
It's a good thing I'm using all this valuable free time to BLARG, isn't it? A rebel, I tells ya', a fucking rebel.
I remember sitting down in front of my computer last night at about 2:00am trying desperately to think of something to write about -- nothing. Did the same thing at 4:00am after my DVD player stopped working -- again, nothing. What the hell?! Since when do I have nothing to say? Huh? When, I'm asking? When am I going to get to see that goddamned sailboat?
Honestly, I think my writing class yesterday zapped it all out of me. I turned in my piece called "Never Do Anything" about Scooter's future brother-in-law, Luke, and I got critiqued on it, and it went absolutely fabulously. Couldn't have been better, but I did get a few suggestions that made me do some thinking, and now I can't get them out of my head -- which is where they'll have to stay for a while, at least until I fix my computer, cause as it stands now, it won't save Word documents, and it won't open Microsoft Works, so my progress as a future writer is temporarily halted at this moment. For shame. Just as I was getting into the groove.
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