Whim of Inspiration (about time!)

Do you ever get the urged to drop everything you’re going and write? I do. All the time. In fact, I’m having one of those moments right now. I was in the middle of something that was slightly important (SLEEPING!), and what do ya know, after months of nothing, inspiration decides to show up. I’m somewhat of a writer, so I know when inspiration comes on a whim, you must call attention to it at that very second or you could lose your muse. Anyway, to get to my point, I’m sitting in my room thinking about a book I just finished. It was about this girl whose boyfriend beat her, and she struggled to deal with what she learned to call reality. Her point of view ended up becoming very distorted all because she loved this guy. I tried to write what I thought her thoughts would have been.

my friend needed to talk to me.
i was late meeting you and you slapped me.
i said hi to a guy in my photography class
you thought i was flirting with him, and you hit my arm.
i couldn’t find a ride home.
i made you wait, and you threw me against your car.
you always seemed sorry.
you never once cared about the bruises you left.
you said you loved me.
if only i had spoken up sooner.

Oh well, I said I tried, didn’t I? Would you like to hear some slightly exciting news now? I got a date with a kid I’ve liked for three years. It’s about time; I know. That’s basically all I’ve been able to think about for the past 4 days. I know it’s lame, but it’s big news for me.

Well, that felt good. I wish I had more opportunities for insights like that. I haven’t been able to write that much in a long time! Now that the inspirational whim is gone, I’m going back to bed. Nighty night!

I Hate Logic; Just Go with the Flow

Okay, so in all my fantastic boredom in my newspaper class, I was searching the web and found this amazing quote.

To live is like to love--all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.
Samuel Butler

Think about it. Living, like love, you don't want to go through it. You are afraid of the heartache, pain, tears. Yet, against all of your common sense, you want it and need it to survive. You want to be loved. You want to live. You want to give it all and get it all.

Notice the word: healthy. Meaning, if you went through life without any living or love, you probably wouldn't turn out alright. Sorry, I'm just mainly babbling now, but I just wanted to give you a glimpse into my complicated mind.

Ummm... I hate titles?

Yeah, I hate school. I'm pretty sure every kid in the U.S. does by now. With less than 20 days of school left, I don't know if my attention span can wait any longer. Oh boring... Well I wrote a poem thingy for my research paper in creative writing, but I still think it applies to me. It's exaggerated, but just go with it.

Personal matters never get in the way.
Exceptionally adequate in all that they do.
Realistic ways guide every decision.
Fathomable ways are never unnoticed.
Efforts are always enough.
Convinced that all the world is ideal.
Tell no one I’m not even close to being perfect.


Poems, poems, poems. We are actually writing poems in English. Fun huh? It's what all English classes do at the end of the year, because they are easy to grade. It's a matter of personal opinion. If you do it, you get the credit. All assignments should be that way... well ttfn!

My Pathetic Beginning Blog

Geez, it's quite a process to get into this thing isn't it? Just kidding. I've had worse! Well as my friend Hannah says, the first blog is always the hardest. I'm now beginning to believe her...






Well, glad that's over with. Now let the fun begin!