The Reluctant Grammarian
"Hello, is anybody out there?" I don't know what it is about me. I just can't seem to put my finger on it. There's something off...
Anyways, I'm nearing the end of yet another week. They just keep slipping through my fingers. I'll be 30 in no time. That number doesn't bother me as much as society deems it should. I feel more secure about who I am as each day goes by. No, really I mean it.
I just want to forget a whole bunch of shit. I think that may have something to do with the feeling of feeling "off." Feeling of feeling. Oh, how the grammar teachers at Stella would cringe. "Repetition," They would cry. Know why I love grammar so much? Because, there are set rules to it. It's black and white with no room for gray. It's a standard and it's one that can be followed by anyone. You can actually be quite good with it.
I'm breaking a whole bunch of grammar rules now, but it's okay. This is a journal entry not a college admission essay.
Friday, please roll around so I can sleep, do laundry and drink my troubles away.
Anyways, I'm nearing the end of yet another week. They just keep slipping through my fingers. I'll be 30 in no time. That number doesn't bother me as much as society deems it should. I feel more secure about who I am as each day goes by. No, really I mean it.
I just want to forget a whole bunch of shit. I think that may have something to do with the feeling of feeling "off." Feeling of feeling. Oh, how the grammar teachers at Stella would cringe. "Repetition," They would cry. Know why I love grammar so much? Because, there are set rules to it. It's black and white with no room for gray. It's a standard and it's one that can be followed by anyone. You can actually be quite good with it.
I'm breaking a whole bunch of grammar rules now, but it's okay. This is a journal entry not a college admission essay.
Friday, please roll around so I can sleep, do laundry and drink my troubles away.