Every time I try to write a blog post...
I just decide its better off in my diary.
I don't want to write this. And no one wants to read it. I have nothing to say to you.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
In which I try again...
Okay.
Time for me to drop the stupid, pretentious "Salutation" at the beginning of my blog. There were actually more entries than the two listed below, but I deleted them. I've decided to try my hand at this blog again. I've been horrible at updating as the dates will show.
I guess its not for lack of something to say - but perhaps the belief that no one will read this stupid thing. But if I cannot write well enough online, then I shall just turn this into an art/picture blog! I figure that will keep my interest in this up.
So, to start off. The most awesome staircase ever.
Time for me to drop the stupid, pretentious "Salutation" at the beginning of my blog. There were actually more entries than the two listed below, but I deleted them. I've decided to try my hand at this blog again. I've been horrible at updating as the dates will show.
I guess its not for lack of something to say - but perhaps the belief that no one will read this stupid thing. But if I cannot write well enough online, then I shall just turn this into an art/picture blog! I figure that will keep my interest in this up.
So, to start off. The most awesome staircase ever.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg68jip_DB2Ib3tX3c1ecPpdbCP2z8lTpfka0LLGjaY3ocMV8k7UpASnzzyCBS35jCacuyvka1_vgoZiV96Kax7bHoqop9JlUq7JQogpuEViC2JCAOx6WN-AjqhGOula2v5ThKjPQHVrnA/s320/awesome+staircase.jpg)
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
In which I write a poem...
Salutations.
The following poem was written for my sister because she told me to write one.
You cannot breathe in a room filled with air
because he stands near you
Your eyes flutter, back and forth
back and forth
drinking him in, a temporary vision
you try to capture underneath your eyelids
His words fill your ears like hot water, burning
the sound alone makes your ribs press against
the tender organ of your heart
He said good morning and smiled
gave you a hug and
you nearly died
his eyes do not drink you and his ears
do not burn-- you are a small tingle down
his spine where he is your earthquake
you look anyway justifying your thirst
woman
you are addicted to pain
The following poem was written for my sister because she told me to write one.
You cannot breathe in a room filled with air
because he stands near you
Your eyes flutter, back and forth
back and forth
drinking him in, a temporary vision
you try to capture underneath your eyelids
His words fill your ears like hot water, burning
the sound alone makes your ribs press against
the tender organ of your heart
He said good morning and smiled
gave you a hug and
you nearly died
his eyes do not drink you and his ears
do not burn-- you are a small tingle down
his spine where he is your earthquake
you look anyway justifying your thirst
woman
you are addicted to pain
In which I become literary...
Salutations.
Like many things in my life, a blog is something I was pretty sure that I would never have. I said that about MySpace (though honestly I just used it for the quizzes) and Facebook (which I have grown to love). Its also like my computer, cell phone, headset and car. Also like all of those things, I seem to obtained them. So! I have a blog.
I do not really know why anyone would find my rambles (which I am sure this is what my blog will be) interesting. I will try to make them so and keep my fingers crossed that I will not waste anyone's time. To introduce myself...I'm 20, a girl, a raging nerd, independent and absolutely silly. While talking about my life I will more than likely change the names of those involved. Because you are nosy, nosy people but I believe that people should have their privacy protected. (Probably shouldn't have started a blog then because its kind of lessening my privacy but...meh.)
In any event, if you do pay one wit of attention to my frolicking journey into the public literary world, I hope you enjoy it. I will try to.
Welcome to my blog. Read on.
Like many things in my life, a blog is something I was pretty sure that I would never have. I said that about MySpace (though honestly I just used it for the quizzes) and Facebook (which I have grown to love). Its also like my computer, cell phone, headset and car. Also like all of those things, I seem to obtained them. So! I have a blog.
I do not really know why anyone would find my rambles (which I am sure this is what my blog will be) interesting. I will try to make them so and keep my fingers crossed that I will not waste anyone's time. To introduce myself...I'm 20, a girl, a raging nerd, independent and absolutely silly. While talking about my life I will more than likely change the names of those involved. Because you are nosy, nosy people but I believe that people should have their privacy protected. (Probably shouldn't have started a blog then because its kind of lessening my privacy but...meh.)
In any event, if you do pay one wit of attention to my frolicking journey into the public literary world, I hope you enjoy it. I will try to.
Welcome to my blog. Read on.
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