Poems or Whatever
Hmm weekend again. I do love my weekends. I went shopping with Mom today. I went to Dots, the ultimate store for cheap clothes for fat chicks. Heh, actually that's not true, they are cheap, but they're not really for fat chicks. Anyway I got four new shirts that aren't exciting, but pretty still. Two of them were made in Lesotho...so that's pretty hot. (Hurray for landlocked enclaves!) And I got jeans that look like the love child between ghetto-booty jeans and goth kid jeans, so we'll see how that works out for me. And I got a bra. And um that's it. But shopping at Dots is never as stressful as shopping at, say, Kohl's or anything. My blood pressure is still nice and low.
One thing I wanted to mention though, I have started another blog. Umm I don't want to push my creative writing on anyone and I'm fully aware of the fact that I'm not very good at it, but if you ever feel like reading bad poetry, you can go to http://poemsorwhatever.livejournal.com. when I get time to wrestle with formatting and stuff, I might put my one-act up there. And maybe my fairy tale.
On another note, I would like to state that Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire comes out on DVD on Tuesday. I don't know HOW I'm going to get it (via Amazon, via...real store, or what) but get it, I will!
So I was reading my dad's blog the other day, and I realized what a different approach we have to blogging. I am perfectly capable of doing stream-of-conciousness stuff. And that can be very interesting, and it certainly tends to look arty, at least. You can get credit for being deep without doing anything except let your mind wander. So I can do that, but a lot of what I do is talk about isolated incidents (ex: shopping at Dots, as seen above). Dad, on the other hand, blogs about things that aren't happening to him, or at least not immediately. He blogs opinions and news-ish things. It's just a very different way of looking at the medium. He explained why he first started his blog and he said it was to catch up with his "15 year old daughter" who has a blog, but his blog would be different because it's "not intended to be a public diary like my daughter and her LiveJournal friends have: High-school students really do care about the minutiae of each other's days, but can't imagine anyone cares about mine." When I first read that, I was kinda offended, but now I think that reaction was stupid, because I guess the statement's really true. Plus he plans his out. It can take him days working on an entry before he actually posts it. An entry rarely takes me an hour or more.
All that brings me to some news. My 2nd Blogging Anniversary is coming up on April 29th. Something at least vaguely interesting may happen around that time, but I don't know what yet. When I look back at entries that old, I say to myself "mad old school, yo". And then sometimes I look back at some of the arguments I had with people, and it totally was all my fault upon recollection. Definitely not all the time. Sometimes I stand by my position still (*cough*anarchy/communism would never work*cough*), but some I was rather foolish to take offense at or argue about. Oh well, it happens. Maturing can be a slow process sometimes.
Wow. I started blogging about three quarters through the 2003-2004 school year, 8th grade. Weird. I'm sure there are people my age who have had blogs longer than that, but I haven't heard of any (that are active, I mean). Let me know if you, fair reader, have such a blog.
Hmm, well that's enough musings for now.
Mara out.