It's been a long, long time

Sorry. I've been busy writing music, and therefore I haven't had much time to write on my blog.

You see, with me, I'll get this urge to write or lyricize or design a dress or do something creative, and if I don't bend to that whim, then it's gone faster than I can count to three. When I'm inspired, everything else takes a back seat. I hardly do anything until I've made some head way on my project.

But it's okay to write my blog now, because I'm too tired to do anything else productive.

On with the announcements:

My mom has been pestering me for my blog address. She says that if I give her the address, then she's sure she will be able to find mine. And I've tried to explain to her, again and again, that I have my OWN website, and If I gave her the address, then it would take her directly there. But I won't give it to her because what I write here isn't always mom-appropriate.

Do you remember way, way back in January sometime, when I wrote that I wanted to start collecting experiences, and that I was ABSOLUTELY going to the Jack's Mannequin concert? Well.... maybe not. I forgot that in order to gain experience, you must prepare for it, and I failed to do this by not pre-ordering tickets. The show is sold out. Damn.

Story corner will be returning after this week. Hopefully. I can't guarantee that is will, because I might start writing my music again. But that is the plan.

I've been staying up every night writing idiotic letters to famous people. And I'm so fucking tired because of it. Now, I don't usually use that particular swear word, but I'm too tired to behave. All morning, the only word running through my brain was "FUuuuuuuCK!" I don't even know why. Nothing was really wrong.

But do you ever have those days when you just want to scream some obscene language at the top of your lungs?

Today was one of those days for me. So, now I'm going to silently (In the sense that you can here it) do just that. Just remember: words can speak pretty loudly, so if you're against swearing (cough, cough* Tcat) then you should probably skip over the next few lines.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffffffffffffffffUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuCCCCCCCCCCCCcccccKKKKKKKKKKKKkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fuckmylifefuckthisinsomniafuckmyinabilitytowritefuckmyfuckinginadequitvocabularyfuckmeagher.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckwhyis"fuck"evenafuckingswearword?FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck.
HeyfuckrhymeswithDuck.

Ddddddddduuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I apologize. That was extremely rude of me, but completely necessary.

Okay, announcements are over.

So I made a summer wish list from my favorite online clothes store. Modcloth? Heard of it? Anyway, it was really therapeutic to just shop for hours and hours and to just add item after item until I had completely rebuilt my entire wardrobe.

What else was I going to say....?

Do you want a snippet of my song? I can give you the rough version of my Chorus. Here it is:

And I've been stuck so long inside of your
Velocity
But I'm headed in my own direction now
Being trapped inside your head is not exactly ideal
Move so fast, it's harder to slow down

That was the main gist. I'm probably going to edit the words, maybe take out some lines all together. I wrote a whole other song, but the lyrics don't make a lot of sense, and I haven't written a melody for it yet.

OHHH! I remember what I was going to say. I have a BUNCH of Geometry stories for you. Let's get started.

Last Week:

(This one is kind of short)

I walk into class and sit down into my urine-soaked-sand colored desk, and immediately set to work doodling on the surface of it. Not long after I sit down, Sumo comes and plops down behind me. The whole room shakes when he does this.
Crappyman starts talking, and I'm not really listening. I'm just doodling on my desk, minding my own business; that's how mine and Crappyman's relationship usually works. He doesn't bother me, I don't bother him.
But then he starts pairing us off. I look around, trying to discern a pattern in his usually predictable behavior, trying to figure out who my partner will be. But to my horror, the pairing seems random, and I'm not really sure who I'll be stuck with.
I end up with Sumo. Now, keep in mind I still have no idea what we are doing, why we need partners. So I turn in my seat and open my mouth to say "whaaaaa? What are we doing?" but just in time I realize how stupid that sounds and shut my mouth. I sort of recall him saying that we were going to do some problem on some page in our mediocre Geometry text book (which is bigger that Sumo there behind me.). Instead I just ask what page, blushing because I still end up sounding stupid, even if it's not the same degree as it would have been before I revised my question.
I look up, and then I realize something. Sumo has blue eyes. Very pretty blue eyes. And I think to myself, "Oh. Wow. Maybe I misjudged this guy." After all, eyes are the window to the soul, blah blah, all that shit. And he has, (excuse the use of the word, but there really isn't any other way to describe it) nice eyes.
He's also good at Geometry, which could be because he is a senior (or something like that) and he is still in this class. But I feel really stupid next to him, because here I am forming an opinion on Sumo before I even know him. Not only that, but my brain just won't conform with the standards of Geometry this morning, so it's taking me like 10 minutes to read the question, and another 10 to solve it. Snail pace.
And he's getting all of the answers really fast, and I'm not, and I can feel myself blushing because I'm acting so stupid this morning.
The moral of the story: Don't judge. Sumo seems like a good guy. And he really isn't that big. And he has nice eyes. Oh, and I have a confession... His name isn't really Sumo. He has an ACTUAL name, that's normal and completely not Asian.
I hope he comes back to class soon; he's been missing for the whole week.
(NOTE: I went back and reread this, and it seems an awful lot like I'm crushing on Sumo. I'm NOT. I just happen to be good at observing things, and I can admit when I've been wrong about someone. Just thought I'd let you know that before you go jumping to conclusions.)

I had another story to share, but I think I'll save that one for later because I'm sooooo tired I can't even blink anymore. See, look. I'm not blinking. I don't think I've blinked in the past five minutes. And even now that I'm thinking about blinking, I can't. See? LOOK!

Oh wait. You can't see me. Well, you'll just have to trust me on this.

Am I making sense anymore?

No. That's what I thought.

Thanks for reading!