Non iam
by wugs

That's Funny

06/24/2010

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What's funny, you ask?

How I promised myself that I'd update this more often. Hilarious!

Anyway...

I've just come to the conclusion that I'm a generally bad person in a generally bad world. I do illegal and unwise things, I go to places I shouldn't with people I shouldn't be around, and I sabotage myself in all the worst ways. I want to write more but I lack creativity and always end up twisting the story's characters into 'me' with some sort of small difference (sometimes the only difference is gender, even). My poetry is shitty and depressing lately. And I hate posting it, but here's an example of how bad it has gotten:

Late-Night Text Message

Once you get that Someone
that when you see him it's like
someone vacuumed all the Oxygen out of the World,
that when you hear him it's like
someone muted the rest of the Galaxy,
that when you talk to him it's like
there isn't anyone else in the Universe to hear the two of you whispering softly in the expanses of Space and Time,
once you get THAT Someone,
and he's yours,
I'd like for you to get back to me.
Just so I know that it's possible
and that I can have Hope.

I mean, really?? (PS: No, the title doesn't make sense to anyone other than me. PPS: Bonus points if you can guess the poet that inspired the writing style behind this one.)
Note: I don't write 'polished poetry' much anymore. I haven't even looked at this since I wrote it, let alone edited it more than a brief spell-/grammar-check.

Crushes over the summer are plain weird. I don't see the two guys from before very often (Denny and Caleb). Well, Denny some because of his parties. But zilch on Caleb. I still remember, though. I saw his truck (I know, STALKERRRR) at someone's house and I was ashamed of my "ZOMG" response. I'm a wee bit obsessive. (By the way, I've decided that I have an obsessive, not addictive, personality. For instance, I didn't get addicted to alcohol, weed, nor cigarettes, yet all three are notorious for young people to go back for again and again. Granted, I don't pass up free weed, but I don't NEED it--or even buy it, for that matter.)

I haven't been productive. I have tons of books to read for school. Bleh.

I still have work. It. Sucks. Ass. I hate Food Lion. Gah. I'm quitting whenever I find any other job that doesn't require work with garbage and feces. I know that is a LOT to ask, but I will still try...

I'm angry for no reason.

I want to go watch TV. See ya.

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