Wednesday, December 17, 2008

One More Left

One more final left, then rage winter.

Shit I can't remember what I was going to write. There was a reason...

Oh yeah.

That fifth grade crush keeps coming back to haunt me. Was it maybe because I watched a romantic comedy--Zack and Miri Make a Porno; (wait what!?) and made me witness some enjoyable moments I even had? What is going on! And now it's accessible to me as well makes me wonder if things have changed? I shouldn't jinx it, I have a feeling I will. Crap. Drap. Rap. Now tap it.

I need to write some more. I need to write some more. I need to write some more, but I feel as if there is nothing to write about? I've tried to do some writing but it just hasn't felt right.

I wrote a song with my friend. Its beautiful. It sounds exactly what beauty would sound like if it were personable. Sadly though it isn't, and therefor can not be fully understood unless listened too. It feels nice to record something, and see as it grows bit by bit slowly over time. Its very rewarding. I hope to make more. When its fully complete I will share it with the no ones who read this, I suppose I do know who reads it but I really don't.

What if this post was tagged with random shit? Maybe I'll experiment, but then again at the same time I feel it will ruin the vibe of this bloog. I think if I were to tag, I will need to experiment where its much more applicable. Though I like the idea of this being some sort of secret "gem" on the internet I suppose. Makes it seem that it is more enjoyable to read and write for this...thing. Call it what you want. I don't even know why I really ahve this anymore? What if I did stop writting? Would it bum people out, make them happy, confused, concerned? Why am I even worring about that? It's the internet no one cares about anyone on the internet. Fact.

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