oh well
i know i already posted today and i went a little crazy go nuts with the whole font thing, but really i'm over it.
ish.
just kidding, i won't damage your eye sight anymore than i already have. and if anybody were here they would make a "your face" joke, but i am painfully alone and hungry so i will have to trugde on sans infantile ridicule (not a happy prospect).
that just reminded me of a line in BBCs Pride and Prejudice that hannah and i find amusing, when mr. collins is showing elizabeth his house in rosings park and he proudly presents to her the closet in her room, which he promptly tells her was decked out with shelves, a suggestion made by none other than lady katherine de bourgh (after saying her name he practically has an orgasm, but that's another matter entirely). elizabeths only reply to this was, "Shelves in the closet, a happy thought indeed." which was dripping with sarcasm. it's regency style humor, ok, its not quite as potent as the comedy we're used to.
ok so i attempted to do some ap language crap but that was short lived, i have 4 pages of elaborate doodles as evidence of what i chose to satisfy my attention deficit disorder in summer homeworks stead.
i'm honestly worried about this class though. what if it ruins my writing, or worse, what if i found out i can't write to begin with? creative writing should off set anything i learn in ap language though, so the previous is unlikely. but the latter is troubling me.
so many people write and have written, what is there to write that's original anymore? i feel as if everything i write down i just wrote down yesterday, the words mirrored exactly on the opposite page. every line is just a superflous sequel to the one before it, it's aggravating and does nothing to satisfy my creative drive. even those sentences are identical and reek with redundancy.
i'm only sixteen and already i have exhausted the various sources of creativity i posess.
and now i'm just angsting and i hate angsting.
i never angst.
okay so i angst occassionally, but only to anna.
and she has gotten used to it by now.
ish.
just kidding, i won't damage your eye sight anymore than i already have. and if anybody were here they would make a "your face" joke, but i am painfully alone and hungry so i will have to trugde on sans infantile ridicule (not a happy prospect).
that just reminded me of a line in BBCs Pride and Prejudice that hannah and i find amusing, when mr. collins is showing elizabeth his house in rosings park and he proudly presents to her the closet in her room, which he promptly tells her was decked out with shelves, a suggestion made by none other than lady katherine de bourgh (after saying her name he practically has an orgasm, but that's another matter entirely). elizabeths only reply to this was, "Shelves in the closet, a happy thought indeed." which was dripping with sarcasm. it's regency style humor, ok, its not quite as potent as the comedy we're used to.
ok so i attempted to do some ap language crap but that was short lived, i have 4 pages of elaborate doodles as evidence of what i chose to satisfy my attention deficit disorder in summer homeworks stead.
i'm honestly worried about this class though. what if it ruins my writing, or worse, what if i found out i can't write to begin with? creative writing should off set anything i learn in ap language though, so the previous is unlikely. but the latter is troubling me.
so many people write and have written, what is there to write that's original anymore? i feel as if everything i write down i just wrote down yesterday, the words mirrored exactly on the opposite page. every line is just a superflous sequel to the one before it, it's aggravating and does nothing to satisfy my creative drive. even those sentences are identical and reek with redundancy.
i'm only sixteen and already i have exhausted the various sources of creativity i posess.
and now i'm just angsting and i hate angsting.
i never angst.
okay so i angst occassionally, but only to anna.
and she has gotten used to it by now.