Through the window of my eyes
I've had the house to myself since Friday evening because Liza's been in Champaign all weekend and decided to stay an extra night tonight. It's ok...if I had a boyfriend to visit I'd be doing the same thing.
It's been raining all day and only recently stopped, so I went out for a walk and then decided to come to the computer lab. My hair is all crazy from the humidity and I'm not wearing any makeup and I don't feel attractive but it doesn't matter. I don't think I'll meet the man of my dreams at the EIU computer lab at 10:30 on Sunday night.
I recently sat down and tried to do a little drawing. I think I was mildly successful, which rather surprised me. But it's a good thing for me because I need creative outlets to keep myself sane. I also recently read all my old creative writing attempts I still have saved on my hard drive, and I realize that I was good at writing but I was never a good writer. I was good at descriptives and word use and moderately good at dialogue, but I couldn't think up a good plot to save my life, mostly because I hate conflict so much in real life that I always avoided writing about it. So I dunno. The point of it all is that I've been wanting to do some writing again but I have absolutely no inspiration. Which really shouldn't come as any sort of a surprise.
It's been raining all day and only recently stopped, so I went out for a walk and then decided to come to the computer lab. My hair is all crazy from the humidity and I'm not wearing any makeup and I don't feel attractive but it doesn't matter. I don't think I'll meet the man of my dreams at the EIU computer lab at 10:30 on Sunday night.
I recently sat down and tried to do a little drawing. I think I was mildly successful, which rather surprised me. But it's a good thing for me because I need creative outlets to keep myself sane. I also recently read all my old creative writing attempts I still have saved on my hard drive, and I realize that I was good at writing but I was never a good writer. I was good at descriptives and word use and moderately good at dialogue, but I couldn't think up a good plot to save my life, mostly because I hate conflict so much in real life that I always avoided writing about it. So I dunno. The point of it all is that I've been wanting to do some writing again but I have absolutely no inspiration. Which really shouldn't come as any sort of a surprise.