"....catch my breath and then go...."
vidal wants to use the computer in a little bit. too bad for him. oh that reminds me-
*mom walks in from trip to grocerie store*
vidal: would you like some assitance, mother?
mom: yes, i would.
vidal: well, too bad! ahahhaha!
me: *dies of laughter*
i don't know, i found that extremely humorous. vidal can be silly sometimes. currently, chris is over and i don't know what they're doing downstairs. most likely playing with gundams.
so, i was wrong. i did end up writing some poetry last night, and i have not finished my short story though i have written more. i should figure out exactly the story is going to include. yes, well my poetry burst was precipitated my a sudden morose mood, though not without reason. you see, whenever i read something or hear something i put it into a tv show or movie in my head, due to my cinematic way of thinking. so, i've been turning jthm into a full length film in my head, just for fun, you know. that's why i read it over and over again, to imagine how the actors would speak and so on. anyway, i figure the best way to do that would be to include all those cute little strips that we adore- the conversation with edgar vargas, the run-in with the convenience store clerk, and of course the introduction of squee- into a new, branched story line. the film would be generally entertaining- humorous and also thought-provoking. but then then the end would be very serious and disturbing. i can't say it depressed me, because i liked it very much, but it certainly changed my mood.
so i wrote a poem. an interesting one at that. and then i looked back at one i wrote a couple weeks ago, my last one, called "few." its really good. i didn't realize it. i should start selecting the ones i want published. i have a few in mind.
*mom walks in from trip to grocerie store*
vidal: would you like some assitance, mother?
mom: yes, i would.
vidal: well, too bad! ahahhaha!
me: *dies of laughter*
i don't know, i found that extremely humorous. vidal can be silly sometimes. currently, chris is over and i don't know what they're doing downstairs. most likely playing with gundams.
so, i was wrong. i did end up writing some poetry last night, and i have not finished my short story though i have written more. i should figure out exactly the story is going to include. yes, well my poetry burst was precipitated my a sudden morose mood, though not without reason. you see, whenever i read something or hear something i put it into a tv show or movie in my head, due to my cinematic way of thinking. so, i've been turning jthm into a full length film in my head, just for fun, you know. that's why i read it over and over again, to imagine how the actors would speak and so on. anyway, i figure the best way to do that would be to include all those cute little strips that we adore- the conversation with edgar vargas, the run-in with the convenience store clerk, and of course the introduction of squee- into a new, branched story line. the film would be generally entertaining- humorous and also thought-provoking. but then then the end would be very serious and disturbing. i can't say it depressed me, because i liked it very much, but it certainly changed my mood.
so i wrote a poem. an interesting one at that. and then i looked back at one i wrote a couple weeks ago, my last one, called "few." its really good. i didn't realize it. i should start selecting the ones i want published. i have a few in mind.