2010.10.04 Text 1 note

  1. Scribbling silly words…

      As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, I’m to write for at least fifteen minutes in a journal every day, for my Intro. to Creative Writing class. I can scribble whatever I desire in the span of those minutes—I’ve crafted poems, written little narratives, pondered bits and pieces of the days, and just mindlessly scratched whatever came to mind. I’m putting every little idea into words, and I find that interesting. Looking back on each day, I remember what I was thinking, and what sparked each of those thoughts. It’s keeping me from becoming lazy as a writer, and I really love it for that.

      On the other hand, I’ve become pretty bad about keeping my blog updated. For that reason, I think I’ll share some scraps from my journal right here just to shed some light on what’s going on in my head. These come from entries dated since August 23rd, up to yesterday.

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    Does the hummingbird have the mental capacity to realize how fast it moves in comparison to other animals?

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    Dear chick in the Hello Kitty shirt,

      I found it a little odd that you were smoking. Something ironic about it, I guess.

    Sincerely, the boy who lost his mind.

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    I’m writing angry notes to you in my journal. That’ll show ya.

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    If you don’t think my new haircut is cute,

    I might just toss myself

    from the top of the dorm.

    Land on my head, watch it all go away.

    (Reference a song you’ve never heard.)

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    The poem I gave to James Arnold for his great blog:

    http://longawaited.wordpress.com/2010/09/16/poetry-thursday-critical-theory-since-1965/

    (Thanks, James!)

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    It smells like

    vanilla extract

    and cigarette smoke.

    Butts lie on the floor,

    and I crave french toast.

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    “I feel like walking around our apartment, endlessly…eating a cheeseburger.”

    -My roommate Ricardo.

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    There’s poetry in here somewhere.

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    I am so tired…

    but this is my life.

    These are my choices.

    I am an Elf and

    a wizard and

    I am wearing

    a revealing costume.

    (But those were not my choices.)

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    These doodlings are amongst much longer and probably more interesting writings, but those I’ll save those for when (or if) they develop more. Sorry there’s no time for more, but I have fifteen minutes of jotting to do.