So, blog readers..... I'm sitting in the library again. It's 2:07. I'm going to go to rehearsal in a few minutes. There's a sophomore sitting a few seats down. He smells like product a lot of the time. The Friend with pigtails is on the other side of me, typing to you as well.
I love being a wall. I'm going to be practicing on being a better, more funny wall. I just laughed. I have a terrible laugh. "HURRRGGUUURRHHAAAA" "Bre just laughed."
The sophomore and the junior next to me are assaulting each other. Silence in the library? Yeah right.
I wish that this had word count so I wouldn't have to resort to copy-pasta to Word and checking it that way. It takes a few seconds, but a few seconds of my life that I will never get back. Tomorrow I get to meet my third grader. I'm exited. I'm hoping the kid won't think I'm a weirdo or think that I'm not as cool when not in person. What if I say something that makes him not want to get old?
Meh. I have to go.
I'm back. It's now 2:04, the next day. Actually, it's Thursday. It was my birthday yesterday. The snowday. Yep. I got to shovel on the snow day, on my BIRTHDAY. THE DAY I CELEBRATE MY BIRTH.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Number Two
So, perhaps this is the fist one that I'm going to be actually writing. I'm sitting in the desert with a cat that's thirty feet long, and by desert, I mean the library.
And by long cat, I mean The Friends.
I want to stay pretty anonymous in this blog. That way I can say things that are honestly my thoughts and not feel like someone (that's either a creepy stalker, or worse, someone that actually knows me and reads this) can identify me. So, for instance, instead of saying my friend's names, I'll come up with alternatives.
Same with the whole, "Mr. English Teacher" and "The Town."
There are interesting "regulars" here in The Town's library (high school edition). I'm learning a lot about these mysterious people, and yet I have no idea who they all are. I spent a long while playing with the font. I like font. If you know how to talk about font, you can talk to anyone. Really, it's something that we all come in contact with, we all semi-memorize, and we all have in common. Sports? Not everyone watches them, so there is no reason for knowing all about them.
Font, however, all important people know it.
Anyway.
So. I got a secret message from Mr. English Teacher today regarding my story I've been working on all year. I enjoyed having someone's opinion that wasn't just, "oh, hey. Not bad. Keep up the good work."
That kind of feedback doesn't help at all. I need real feedback that I can use to make it perfect! I need to be competitive in the competition. Redundant sentence is redundant. Is it redundant? It's redundant. I'm pleased that I got the ending out on the page, you know? I needed to just, have it spat out. Now I have to workshop it to be visually pleasing and flow like. I was unsure if the conclusion would be cliche or not. Or how obvious it'd be.
The worst part is I have to write an under-two-page summary about it. I know I can do it, but I don't want to give away the ending to the people that will be judging it. I mean, if one knew the ending, and read it, they'd not be surprised by the end. They'd just be all, "WELL. I SAW THAT COMING." And then they'd set it on fire and I'd never hear from them again.
It's 2:08. School's almost over. I must be going eventually.
I can edit these, and that's a nice extra. So I can go home, blog and whatnot, fix what I said, and have an enjoyable blog.
And by long cat, I mean The Friends.
I want to stay pretty anonymous in this blog. That way I can say things that are honestly my thoughts and not feel like someone (that's either a creepy stalker, or worse, someone that actually knows me and reads this) can identify me. So, for instance, instead of saying my friend's names, I'll come up with alternatives.
Same with the whole, "Mr. English Teacher" and "The Town."
There are interesting "regulars" here in The Town's library (high school edition). I'm learning a lot about these mysterious people, and yet I have no idea who they all are. I spent a long while playing with the font. I like font. If you know how to talk about font, you can talk to anyone. Really, it's something that we all come in contact with, we all semi-memorize, and we all have in common. Sports? Not everyone watches them, so there is no reason for knowing all about them.
Font, however, all important people know it.
Anyway.
So. I got a secret message from Mr. English Teacher today regarding my story I've been working on all year. I enjoyed having someone's opinion that wasn't just, "oh, hey. Not bad. Keep up the good work."
That kind of feedback doesn't help at all. I need real feedback that I can use to make it perfect! I need to be competitive in the competition. Redundant sentence is redundant. Is it redundant? It's redundant. I'm pleased that I got the ending out on the page, you know? I needed to just, have it spat out. Now I have to workshop it to be visually pleasing and flow like. I was unsure if the conclusion would be cliche or not. Or how obvious it'd be.
The worst part is I have to write an under-two-page summary about it. I know I can do it, but I don't want to give away the ending to the people that will be judging it. I mean, if one knew the ending, and read it, they'd not be surprised by the end. They'd just be all, "WELL. I SAW THAT COMING." And then they'd set it on fire and I'd never hear from them again.
It's 2:08. School's almost over. I must be going eventually.
I can edit these, and that's a nice extra. So I can go home, blog and whatnot, fix what I said, and have an enjoyable blog.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Number One
SO MR. ENGLISH TEACHER.
This is the first one that I'll be writing. I feel awkward because, well, it's public.
I have underlying questions. For one, how long will you consider one page?
But I can post funny pictures of adorable cats and make you click and look at them constantly. This is pretty cool.
Melissa is next to me. Blogging. I'm blogging about her blogging. Cassie's also blogging. We're all blogging about each other blogging. It's a gift. THE GIFT OF TECHNOLOGY.
Melissa's hugging me. TIGHTER. OH MY GOD. I'M CHOCKING.
She's all, "CHALLENGE ACCEPTED" I'm all "OH NOSE."
So blogging. Jelly fish.
Do
Do
Do
Do
Jelly-fish.
I have to go, and I'm guessing this won't count as an entree.
SO GOODBYE.
This is the first one that I'll be writing. I feel awkward because, well, it's public.
I have underlying questions. For one, how long will you consider one page?
But I can post funny pictures of adorable cats and make you click and look at them constantly. This is pretty cool.
Melissa is next to me. Blogging. I'm blogging about her blogging. Cassie's also blogging. We're all blogging about each other blogging. It's a gift. THE GIFT OF TECHNOLOGY.
Melissa's hugging me. TIGHTER. OH MY GOD. I'M CHOCKING.
She's all, "CHALLENGE ACCEPTED" I'm all "OH NOSE."
So blogging. Jelly fish.
Do
Do
Do
Do
Jelly-fish.
I have to go, and I'm guessing this won't count as an entree.
SO GOODBYE.
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