Thursday, December 13th, 2007
Dear Diary:
OMG! I can't believe it!! The CUTEST boy in school, talked to me today! Well, he didn't really talk to me, but he touched me. Accidentally. When he ran into me as I was leaving the bathroom (God, periods SUCK! EWWWWW!!) Nickie said I should be mad he didn't apologize for knocking my Trapper Keeper on the floor, but I could smell his cologne! It was GOOOOOD! I'm pretty sure it was Drakkar, cuz that's what I bought my Dad for Christmas last year.
Speaking of Christmas, I have NO idea what to ask my parent's for. I could be all like, "just give me a gift card to Hollister" but that's so LAME. Besides, even though everyone thinks that store is so cool, I would feel like a complete HOOKER if I bought my clothes there...
I couldn't think of anything witty or insightful to begin this blog with, so I chose to break the maidenhead with a limp joke.
Sometimes I wish I had the internal monologue of a 14 year old girl hopped up on Frappucinos. I would have something to say that was teeming with personal gravity and lacking any conscious dignity. Instead I'm left with a head full of half-finished thoughts and no motivation to flesh them out.
I have come to accept that I am an impotent wordsmith because of sheer laziness. There are times I can get it up if I don't stress out too much about the end result. I need to practice and force myself to say things, even if they lack substance. This model needs to be applied in almost all arenas of my life.
I want to stop sporting the old hat of apathy start moving forward. I hope that with the two-thirds discipline and one third creativity I bought on Craigslist, I might someday be able to write something that other people enjoy reading. Perhaps the day will come that this blog is not literary equivalent of some dirty hippie's patchwork jeans; time-consuming to construct and yet still sloppy in form.
Ann O
Dear Diary:
OMG! I can't believe it!! The CUTEST boy in school, talked to me today! Well, he didn't really talk to me, but he touched me. Accidentally. When he ran into me as I was leaving the bathroom (God, periods SUCK! EWWWWW!!) Nickie said I should be mad he didn't apologize for knocking my Trapper Keeper on the floor, but I could smell his cologne! It was GOOOOOD! I'm pretty sure it was Drakkar, cuz that's what I bought my Dad for Christmas last year.
Speaking of Christmas, I have NO idea what to ask my parent's for. I could be all like, "just give me a gift card to Hollister" but that's so LAME. Besides, even though everyone thinks that store is so cool, I would feel like a complete HOOKER if I bought my clothes there...
I couldn't think of anything witty or insightful to begin this blog with, so I chose to break the maidenhead with a limp joke.
Sometimes I wish I had the internal monologue of a 14 year old girl hopped up on Frappucinos. I would have something to say that was teeming with personal gravity and lacking any conscious dignity. Instead I'm left with a head full of half-finished thoughts and no motivation to flesh them out.
I have come to accept that I am an impotent wordsmith because of sheer laziness. There are times I can get it up if I don't stress out too much about the end result. I need to practice and force myself to say things, even if they lack substance. This model needs to be applied in almost all arenas of my life.
I want to stop sporting the old hat of apathy start moving forward. I hope that with the two-thirds discipline and one third creativity I bought on Craigslist, I might someday be able to write something that other people enjoy reading. Perhaps the day will come that this blog is not literary equivalent of some dirty hippie's patchwork jeans; time-consuming to construct and yet still sloppy in form.
Ann O
1 comment:
You're a crazy shit.
Love you, though
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