oh the montony...
Good Lord my essay is dull! "Compare how these George Orwell and Margaret Atwood explore the importance of language in their novels, ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’ and ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’" who cares- I mean, honestly, what IS the point? Would it REALLY make any would it really make any difference to the make-up of the world if I were not to inflict this essay upon myself… OF COURSE the writers find language important, else they wouldn’t be WRITERS, would they… *vents*
On the topic of writing, I seem to be doing that an awful lot lately and not what my parents would dub the ‘right’ kind. Alas. I do love writing though… my darling ‘Monty’ keeps informing me I should be a journalist but why bother when you can be a novelist and write the same load of fictive nonsense but for more money? I have already written a novel with ‘Pooch’- seriously, it’s over 400 pages long… I need to get a life :(
Have just been attacked by a milk bottle and got my hair caught in my finger nail… walked home today down a killer hill in heels and have blisters and don’t want to get off my backside later but my parents are forcing me out of the house at 4:45. NOT happy.
Also… you know those really annoying people who are just AMAZING at everything? Why do I have to know so many of them without being one of them? I’m in a school surrounded by them… little high IQ, high flying ants who swarm around making people… well, me… feel inferior.
I promise all my entries won’t be THIS pessimistic but I can be little else at the moment. You know you’ve hit rock-bottom when your jaw hurts chewing shredded wheat… Au Revoir!
On the topic of writing, I seem to be doing that an awful lot lately and not what my parents would dub the ‘right’ kind. Alas. I do love writing though… my darling ‘Monty’ keeps informing me I should be a journalist but why bother when you can be a novelist and write the same load of fictive nonsense but for more money? I have already written a novel with ‘Pooch’- seriously, it’s over 400 pages long… I need to get a life :(
Have just been attacked by a milk bottle and got my hair caught in my finger nail… walked home today down a killer hill in heels and have blisters and don’t want to get off my backside later but my parents are forcing me out of the house at 4:45. NOT happy.
Also… you know those really annoying people who are just AMAZING at everything? Why do I have to know so many of them without being one of them? I’m in a school surrounded by them… little high IQ, high flying ants who swarm around making people… well, me… feel inferior.
I promise all my entries won’t be THIS pessimistic but I can be little else at the moment. You know you’ve hit rock-bottom when your jaw hurts chewing shredded wheat… Au Revoir!