(no subject)
I really don't have anything of much importance to say. i'm just getting my mind in function before i write an article for journalism. it's a challenge for me. an amazing challenge, mind you. i find it difficult to strip everything down to fact. to the "he said, she said". if you know me, you know the english language might as well be my lover. i have a decent amount of power adjectives in my mental dictionary, and not being able to use them in my pieces is such a shame.
but i've got to be a well-rounded writer. i've got prose, poetry, analytical writing, and fiction under my belt. music related pieces are a cake walk. the last step will have to be the news article. but that's enough journalistic rambling for now.
i'm a bit cross at the moment. with myself and the ways of other people. me, for being out of my mind and too neurotic to function, and other people for their folly and fickle tempraments. when i'm in moods like this, i can't listen to music. i really can't do much except fixate on the issue at hand.
oh well, i suppose it's better than never knowing or never having the opportunity. yeah? yeah.
all these details aren't going to help me and my article. all these self-actualising notions. all these sentence fragments. i need to go to college. more than i can articulate. being here is really starting to take a toll on me. i want to find something new. someone new that will take my attentions and not throw them back at me. people take great enjoyment from toying with me. it happens constantly. take that last post back.
they're not going to break me though. i'm human. not a crystal vase.
but i've got to be a well-rounded writer. i've got prose, poetry, analytical writing, and fiction under my belt. music related pieces are a cake walk. the last step will have to be the news article. but that's enough journalistic rambling for now.
i'm a bit cross at the moment. with myself and the ways of other people. me, for being out of my mind and too neurotic to function, and other people for their folly and fickle tempraments. when i'm in moods like this, i can't listen to music. i really can't do much except fixate on the issue at hand.
oh well, i suppose it's better than never knowing or never having the opportunity. yeah? yeah.
all these details aren't going to help me and my article. all these self-actualising notions. all these sentence fragments. i need to go to college. more than i can articulate. being here is really starting to take a toll on me. i want to find something new. someone new that will take my attentions and not throw them back at me. people take great enjoyment from toying with me. it happens constantly. take that last post back.
they're not going to break me though. i'm human. not a crystal vase.