we lie together.
i had every intention of actually going to sleep. i swore to myself that i was just going to finish watching the history channel show i was watching. modern marvels: barbarian technology. i always have to check hbo, though. unfortuntely, i was drawn in to the scene i was watching. two hours later i'm wide awake and intrigued. i do my best thinking at these crazy hours.
the chumscrubber was the movie i was watching. i loved it.
i have to write this 10-20 page paper for my creative writing class. i started it like i start all my pieces. i simply start writing a scene i think is interesting and let the piece take over itself. something wonderful always finds its way out, whether it has something to do with the original scene or not. on this go-around, the defining scene was dark and ominous. i've always been good with imagery, so i've decided to write my paper around intensely visual scenes. rather than the love gained/love lost stuff i write so often, this story seems to be darker, though just as emotional. vivid sex, drug use, and death are prevalent thus far. and there's no stopping me.
so i head off to the bahamas in a few days for a much needed spring break vacation. sure, i want the debauchery, but i'm intent on relaxing. tossing back a few beers on the waters' edge, playing some football with my best friends, and winding down. finally, a soothing downward spiral.
dear you. i don't care who you fuck. i don't care who you date. i don't care what you do. i put more emotion into you over the past year than i've put into anyone or anything ever and i'm pretty worn out over it. i'll always give you the best advice that i can, if that's what you're after, and i'll offer it with no hidden intent. i don't agree with what happened because, frankly, i have no respect for cheaters or the people who give the cheating one the opportunity to cheat. granted, you're one of my best friends, and i love you to death, so it's forgivable. but i told you for a week not to do it. i soothed your heartache for over a week. when you found a suitable boy, i tried my best to decipher his actions and intentions with careful regard. i was brutal, but i was honest with you. i remember how bad you hurt last year. i remember how bad you hurt last week, and i don't want to hear you in that manner or see you in that way. do what you please, but remember that i'm looking after you. i made that promise a long time ago and, though i've had many reasons to, i haven't broken it yet. just keep that in mind.
i'm gonna get back to writing this story. i don't see any chance of me sleeping tonight.
the chumscrubber was the movie i was watching. i loved it.
i have to write this 10-20 page paper for my creative writing class. i started it like i start all my pieces. i simply start writing a scene i think is interesting and let the piece take over itself. something wonderful always finds its way out, whether it has something to do with the original scene or not. on this go-around, the defining scene was dark and ominous. i've always been good with imagery, so i've decided to write my paper around intensely visual scenes. rather than the love gained/love lost stuff i write so often, this story seems to be darker, though just as emotional. vivid sex, drug use, and death are prevalent thus far. and there's no stopping me.
so i head off to the bahamas in a few days for a much needed spring break vacation. sure, i want the debauchery, but i'm intent on relaxing. tossing back a few beers on the waters' edge, playing some football with my best friends, and winding down. finally, a soothing downward spiral.
dear you. i don't care who you fuck. i don't care who you date. i don't care what you do. i put more emotion into you over the past year than i've put into anyone or anything ever and i'm pretty worn out over it. i'll always give you the best advice that i can, if that's what you're after, and i'll offer it with no hidden intent. i don't agree with what happened because, frankly, i have no respect for cheaters or the people who give the cheating one the opportunity to cheat. granted, you're one of my best friends, and i love you to death, so it's forgivable. but i told you for a week not to do it. i soothed your heartache for over a week. when you found a suitable boy, i tried my best to decipher his actions and intentions with careful regard. i was brutal, but i was honest with you. i remember how bad you hurt last year. i remember how bad you hurt last week, and i don't want to hear you in that manner or see you in that way. do what you please, but remember that i'm looking after you. i made that promise a long time ago and, though i've had many reasons to, i haven't broken it yet. just keep that in mind.
i'm gonna get back to writing this story. i don't see any chance of me sleeping tonight.