I'll do what I want, gosh!
Wow, only a few more days before I head back to school. I always get a slightly bit nervous before a new semester. Anyway...what to talk about? I haven't done too much except watch the Karate Kid trilogy. Oh my goodness! Those movies seriously rock! I mean, I never really wanted to watch them because the title made them sound a little silly, but I happened to catch the beginning of the first one on tv a few weeks ago. So, I went out and rented all three (there's a fourth one, but I'm pretending there isn't). Wow, I mean, that relationship/friendship between Mr. Miagyi and Daniel is really interesting and it's a movie that, even though slightly predictable, made me angry and happy and sad all at the same time. Plus, I think they did a good job at expanding the story with the two sequels. Amazing. If you haven't seen them, please, go check them out...they are really fun and entertaining.
Hmmm, let's see. I wrote a story-poem thing. It's kind of a folk tale like the librarian back in Kentucky used to tell us when I was a kid. I came up with the story idea when I was at Kate's house and then I had the idea to make it into a poem when I was using the bathroom. Here was my train of thought: I was trying to go to sleep and I started thinking about how I drove such a long way to see Kate. Then, I started to think about what it would take to justify such a long drive. Like, what if I came to her house when she was having a party and I couldn't talk to her one on one and I could only sort of be with her...then would I still want to drive all that way? What if I couldn't talk to her at all, and I could only see her in the distance? What if she was behind some stone wall and I couldn't see her or hear her, but we could only communicate by knocking on the wall? I realized that if I knew that was the closest I could get to her, I would still drive all that way just to know she was on the other side of that wall. Anyway, that's kind of what my story is about. A husband, who's wife is punished by being locked inside a stone room, goes to her cell everyday just to knock on her wall and hear her knock back.
By knocking three times he said,
“I’ll love you forever, each and everyday.”
When hearing two back, she said,
“I love you too and I am okay.”
There's a little sample for you. I'm not really done with it. I've written out the story and I'm slowly trying to transform it into a poem. So, if you can think of a better way to phrase the above stanza, be sure to let me know.
I had a really funny thought earlier today, but I completely forgot what it was and now it's killing me because I can't think of it. Oh well. I think I might make a movie or something tomorrow. I was thinking about doing a documentary about the toys in my room. Maybe...I don't know. I have a few other things to get done first, but I might still get to it. anyway, I guess that's all from my end. So, what about you?
Hmmm, let's see. I wrote a story-poem thing. It's kind of a folk tale like the librarian back in Kentucky used to tell us when I was a kid. I came up with the story idea when I was at Kate's house and then I had the idea to make it into a poem when I was using the bathroom. Here was my train of thought: I was trying to go to sleep and I started thinking about how I drove such a long way to see Kate. Then, I started to think about what it would take to justify such a long drive. Like, what if I came to her house when she was having a party and I couldn't talk to her one on one and I could only sort of be with her...then would I still want to drive all that way? What if I couldn't talk to her at all, and I could only see her in the distance? What if she was behind some stone wall and I couldn't see her or hear her, but we could only communicate by knocking on the wall? I realized that if I knew that was the closest I could get to her, I would still drive all that way just to know she was on the other side of that wall. Anyway, that's kind of what my story is about. A husband, who's wife is punished by being locked inside a stone room, goes to her cell everyday just to knock on her wall and hear her knock back.
By knocking three times he said,
“I’ll love you forever, each and everyday.”
When hearing two back, she said,
“I love you too and I am okay.”
There's a little sample for you. I'm not really done with it. I've written out the story and I'm slowly trying to transform it into a poem. So, if you can think of a better way to phrase the above stanza, be sure to let me know.
I had a really funny thought earlier today, but I completely forgot what it was and now it's killing me because I can't think of it. Oh well. I think I might make a movie or something tomorrow. I was thinking about doing a documentary about the toys in my room. Maybe...I don't know. I have a few other things to get done first, but I might still get to it. anyway, I guess that's all from my end. So, what about you?