If this was early this morning I would say it was something like this:
Molly-the-cat: Are you awake yet? Are you awake yet? OHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You ARE awake! Are you awake? Awake? Are you? Are you now? What about now? Because, if you are, and I don't want to be a bother, but if you are awake now, I would like more food. So are you awake? What about now? No, no... don't get up on my behalf. I don't want to be a bother. But if you are awake... Are you awake? That arm flopping, throwing pillow thing usually means you are awake. So are you? Awake that is? I mean, if you are already up, I would really-
Me: *sits up on the side of the bed and hits the alarm clock* "Ungh..."
Molly: Oh! Hey! Good two legs! Wake up! *rubs against my leg to let me know I am a good girl for getting up.* Now that you are up, I want to talk to about-are you still awake? What about now? Okay, good. I want to go outside. First food and then outside. Outside. Outside! Food. Then outside. OhmygodI NEED OUTSIDE. Food, first. Are you awake? Can I go outside? What about now? Are you awake?
Me: *gets out of bed and heads towards the kitchen.*
Molly: *herding* Oh, Good! You are finally awake. God, that took like, five minutes! I thought I was going to die. Outside? Can I go outside? Outside? Oh, and food? Then outside? Outside? Open the door! Open the door! Open the door! Forget the foods open the DOooooooooooor!
Me: *opens the door and boots the cat onto the wet porch and then shuts the door behind her.*
Molly: HOOOOOORAY!!! I has an outside!! And I love it! *runs into the grass* OHHHHHHHHHH MY GAWDDDD It's full of WET!!!!! Let me inside! Inside! Open the door! Let me inside! Let me inside! Oh, God! It has a wet! Get the wet off! IT IS ON ME! I NEED INSIDE! INSIDE! My yard has a wet and I need inside!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
...And this is what I have given my life over to. This light, this reason, this need to articulate my self in color and form. I cannot imagine myself as anything else. Without this, I would shrivel up and wilt on the vine. Without this ability to create, my world would be nothing but the most desperate shades of grey. It is the only thing I have ever been even remotely great at. At the very least, I am not afraid of it and that is something.Monday, March 29, 2010
My creative writing class has dropped from like 30 down to about 13 over spring break. I don't know if they really dropped, but good grief! No one is submitting their stuff! We had more when the class started, but the qq became to much and some people just never came back. Oh, the agony! The tweets read will read:
"@supersexychic02809 Have 2 work 2 hard n clas. He wants us to right stories and shit!"
"@randomemoteen He dont undersant me. I am a poet! My mom agree."
"@supersexychic02809 OMG4rl!!!1 Want 2g2 Starbucks? I got my allowence. My dad sux! I recked my car n he was piszed!"
"@randomemoteen R U okay?
"@supersexychic02809 Y.My scion is toteled. I have been hit five times, only 1 my fault! Why is he so mad?"
"@randomemoteen Parents suk!
Something tells me that I am totally okay with this. Suddenly, the quality of writing has gone WAY up as a whole.
This week, we had to submit our scripts. I tried to write the one ya'll polled on, but it flailed. So I wrote something else instead and it was pretty groovy. Even hateful douche said it was pretty good.
One girl wrote this Christian Moral play. She's actually a really good writer,but everything she has written so far has been a faith-based thing. I feel bad because I am writing about blood and guts and cussing-no sex yet-and this poor kid has to read it. Also, I would really like to see something that she wrote with her own personality, if that makes sense. I would like to see her, rather than a sermon.
Sadly, for her that is most likely a sin. One wonders why she would attend one of the most liberal colleges in this state (not saying much there!) when she could attend any number of very devout religious institutions in the same city. I personally wound up at this university because it was the only on within driving distance that wasn't faith based.
After seeing what my sister went through to get into her college... She had to write an essay on sin, sign some paperwork agreeing not to have sex, use drugs, drink or otherwise have fun while in college and get her preacher to write her letters of recommendation. Unless she was married, of course. And then she would be under obligation to procreate. Which she promptly did as soon as she was married, but that really has nothing to do with the college and is more of an oops! than anything.
Yes sex, drugs and drinking. No to procreation. That is my motto. The world will be a better place for it. And if it isn't, I will be too torked up to care.
"@supersexychic02809 Have 2 work 2 hard n clas. He wants us to right stories and shit!"
"@randomemoteen He dont undersant me. I am a poet! My mom agree."
"@supersexychic02809 OMG4rl!!!1 Want 2g2 Starbucks? I got my allowence. My dad sux! I recked my car n he was piszed!"
"@randomemoteen R U okay?
"@supersexychic02809 Y.My scion is toteled. I have been hit five times, only 1 my fault! Why is he so mad?"
"@randomemoteen Parents suk!
Something tells me that I am totally okay with this. Suddenly, the quality of writing has gone WAY up as a whole.
This week, we had to submit our scripts. I tried to write the one ya'll polled on, but it flailed. So I wrote something else instead and it was pretty groovy. Even hateful douche said it was pretty good.
One girl wrote this Christian Moral play. She's actually a really good writer,but everything she has written so far has been a faith-based thing. I feel bad because I am writing about blood and guts and cussing-no sex yet-and this poor kid has to read it. Also, I would really like to see something that she wrote with her own personality, if that makes sense. I would like to see her, rather than a sermon.
Sadly, for her that is most likely a sin. One wonders why she would attend one of the most liberal colleges in this state (not saying much there!) when she could attend any number of very devout religious institutions in the same city. I personally wound up at this university because it was the only on within driving distance that wasn't faith based.
After seeing what my sister went through to get into her college... She had to write an essay on sin, sign some paperwork agreeing not to have sex, use drugs, drink or otherwise have fun while in college and get her preacher to write her letters of recommendation. Unless she was married, of course. And then she would be under obligation to procreate. Which she promptly did as soon as she was married, but that really has nothing to do with the college and is more of an oops! than anything.
Yes sex, drugs and drinking. No to procreation. That is my motto. The world will be a better place for it. And if it isn't, I will be too torked up to care.
Monday, March 22, 2010
I CAN HAS TITLE
I keep seeing this "Oh, now Ima gonna pack up all mah bags and leave this country because it has gone to hell" posts.
Let me ask you this...
Where are you going to go? Seriously.
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU MOVING TO?
What other English speaking country does not have "socialized" healthcare, freedom to bear arms and a very strong right-wing conservative Christain? TELL ME?
Canada? Nope.
England? Nope.
Australia? New Zealand? South Africa? Germany? Austria? Switzerland? Maybe Mexico? or how about Haiti?
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU THREATENING TO MOVE OFF TO? Where, in this whole world, are you going to find another country just like Amerika but better?
Let me ask you this...
Where are you going to go? Seriously.
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU MOVING TO?
What other English speaking country does not have "socialized" healthcare, freedom to bear arms and a very strong right-wing conservative Christain? TELL ME?
Canada? Nope.
England? Nope.
Australia? New Zealand? South Africa? Germany? Austria? Switzerland? Maybe Mexico? or how about Haiti?
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU THREATENING TO MOVE OFF TO? Where, in this whole world, are you going to find another country just like Amerika but better?
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Everytime I get myself all OMGUSUK about my "writing", I wind up realizing that I am only 1/3 as bad as I thought I was.
With revision and work, it might not even be that bad. It isn't like art. I can't just look at it and know whan it is done or that it was good or that I am satisifed.
I can't even tell if other people really like it or not, mainly because I can't see thier faces when they read it-unlike when they look at a painting.
With revision and work, it might not even be that bad. It isn't like art. I can't just look at it and know whan it is done or that it was good or that I am satisifed.
I can't even tell if other people really like it or not, mainly because I can't see thier faces when they read it-unlike when they look at a painting.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Admission-
Allright. I admi it.
I took a week of from writing. It has been wierd, you know. Since I blog or write something every day, this weeklong lack of verbosity is starting to clog up my inner circuitry.
Starting next week, I will be returning to my usual monkey-shines. Not that anyone will be reading those particular things, but heh? Whatever, right?
I took a week of from writing. It has been wierd, you know. Since I blog or write something every day, this weeklong lack of verbosity is starting to clog up my inner circuitry.
Starting next week, I will be returning to my usual monkey-shines. Not that anyone will be reading those particular things, but heh? Whatever, right?
Friday, February 19, 2010
The Third Option
A woman, strange in her bones
Dirty knees, clean dishes
Broken Amarillo snow globe in rum
Snow, snow, snow, whoa, wrist, backwards
Look, I have a red hat!
Three-Five-Seven equals strawed berries
Three, Three, Three, Three, Three, Tree
Tree, Tree, Tree, Tree,
Fencing on fire
Pop rocks
Rock talks, talking heads, headphones,
Phone home-
The phone rings, but you never call.
Three is prime.
Prime time. Prime time in the sunshine, baby!
BBQ and family makes us happy, but
It also gives me indigestion.
Praise Jesus and pass the ketchup,
Whatever it takes for you to shut up!
Robot garbage, mechanic change, candy canes
Canes are knickers, knickers are optional
Optional is rational but not logical and reasonable
And reasonable is no good.
No good at all.
Two packs, Jack and three of those
Who’s put this picture here?
Dad, mad, glad, sad, had, BAM!
Glasses in the rosebush,
But there were no fish.
Three, three, tree, tree, five and dime
A dime is also prime. But not ten.
And not one.
No. Anything is better than one.
Dirty knees, clean dishes
Broken Amarillo snow globe in rum
Snow, snow, snow, whoa, wrist, backwards
Look, I have a red hat!
Three-Five-Seven equals strawed berries
Three, Three, Three, Three, Three, Tree
Tree, Tree, Tree, Tree,
Fencing on fire
Pop rocks
Rock talks, talking heads, headphones,
Phone home-
The phone rings, but you never call.
Three is prime.
Prime time. Prime time in the sunshine, baby!
BBQ and family makes us happy, but
It also gives me indigestion.
Praise Jesus and pass the ketchup,
Whatever it takes for you to shut up!
Robot garbage, mechanic change, candy canes
Canes are knickers, knickers are optional
Optional is rational but not logical and reasonable
And reasonable is no good.
No good at all.
Two packs, Jack and three of those
Who’s put this picture here?
Dad, mad, glad, sad, had, BAM!
Glasses in the rosebush,
But there were no fish.
Three, three, tree, tree, five and dime
A dime is also prime. But not ten.
And not one.
No. Anything is better than one.
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