300 words

today I have to make myself write my 300 words, and I don’t want too. im even writing in Microsoftword [that’s why there are capitals] , so I don’t have to write one single word more than necessary. I feel dumb because all these other ‘writers’ say that they love to write, and stuff, and I still don’t. and that confuses me. either they are lying, or I am just plain awful. that’s possible, I guess, but im not sure its likely. I guess is is. also, lately, im getting frusturated because I either have 1) motivation and no time, 2) time and no motivation or 3) motivation and time but absolutely no energy. right now, its #3. I could stay up all night and be productive and I would like to, but I am tired. im not sure I could. and 300 words is more than I realized. I feel very ish, I think. [and tired, and talkative, and restless] yes. ish is a good word for it. very undecisive. [by the way, I went back to arbys and got a mini-mr. mitt on accident. and its pretty great, but he doesn’t answer questions. hes more like the strong silent type.] this is only 200 words. gah. usually at this point I would throw in some lyrics or half-thought-out poetry that I half scribbled down somewhere in the notebook. not today, though. and also: today, my old boss made me happy; he was precious. if men can be charming, it probably doesn’t hurt to be so. one time, we made a list and there were some things that boys are supposed to do, and some things that girls are supposed to do. but there are also some things that everyone is supposed to do [according to consensus], and those are as follows: 1) have some eye-contact, 2) laugh at the other’s jokes and 3) smell pretty. I think we should add some, though, like about being charming, and floss once in a while. and stuff like that. but that’s just my humble opinion. also: if youre inspiring, I want to talk to you. and that’s 345 words. hurrah. [of course, now that im done, I have more to say, like I miss some things, but not everything, and I think I decided about something else I want to do when I grow up, and that I think too much, and I have so much to say, and a whole ton of half ideas [but I want them to be whole ideas, and genius], and I want icecream, and my food tastes have been awfully odd as of late, and I dont even know what I'm doing but I dont mind cause things arent ever so bad in the morning after breakfast [I think I'll have cinnamon toast for sure], but I'll save that for tomorrow. but I should just keep my mouth shut. and go with the flow, man [in the words of two experts]. and also: I want a nap [and the world] to put into my pocket, to save for a rainy day, or a sunny one, or another day. I dont think thats asking too much, is it?]

Currently Reading: A Kiss for Little Bear By Else Holmelund Minarik

Posted 11/14/2005 2:54 AM