memories can't wait
I was redoing my room and came across numerous old journals...
One of them, from early eighth grade, reaffirmed my faith that I completely disagree with my younger self on almost every point possible. However, I found this one part of a passage that I liked... "I got this... journal? book? Hell,I don't really know what it's supposed to be. Anyway, I was sating; I got this as a "prize" for "winning" a writing contest. Yes, they told me I won in my letter, but when I got to receive my prize, I was told that I was an honerable mention, and they gave me this piece of shit. But that's all I'm going to whine about that. I'm going to dedicate this book to just talking about STUFF. (notice the caps.) Well, anyway, I refuse to write like all those people who did win the contest, because, qyuite simply, I hate them all. I believe one can write well without sounding the least bit intelligent."
I still standby the bolded statement.
It's been a long day and I have a lot of work to do.
One of them, from early eighth grade, reaffirmed my faith that I completely disagree with my younger self on almost every point possible. However, I found this one part of a passage that I liked... "I got this... journal? book? Hell,I don't really know what it's supposed to be. Anyway, I was sating; I got this as a "prize" for "winning" a writing contest. Yes, they told me I won in my letter, but when I got to receive my prize, I was told that I was an honerable mention, and they gave me this piece of shit. But that's all I'm going to whine about that. I'm going to dedicate this book to just talking about STUFF. (notice the caps.) Well, anyway, I refuse to write like all those people who did win the contest, because, qyuite simply, I hate them all. I believe one can write well without sounding the least bit intelligent."
I still standby the bolded statement.
It's been a long day and I have a lot of work to do.