Boom BOOM BOOM.
Sure, it started out humbly, almost quietly, perhaps deceivingly quietly, but after the first week, it’s just been a-bomb after a-bomb.
(deep inhale…followed by slow and extended sigh)
Um, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to take all AP core classes, but apparently I like to challenge myself?
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.
It’s funny how a person can ruin their own life.
Perhaps I’m exaggerating, but at the same time, it makes me a bit sentimentally lost that I can’t enjoy time writing anymore. I can’t think of weird, funny ideas, or write stories, not that I ever really did that, due to the procrastinating fact I came up with a story idea, but never followed through.
Still, I want to do write my stories now. I want to become my characters and put on paper, or rather digital paper, a character version of myself.
I miss writing weird. AP Lang has gotten me focused on stupid fucking grammar, and it is absolutely killing me. Like, cue to slow and painful knife death across my neck, and lean back.
I’m kidding. Sometimes I feel bad making suicide jokes, I used to hate it when my terrible friends would put a hand gun to their head and shoot themselves, I still do, but then Key and Peele came up with this concept:
Make Fun of Everything…Just don’t be literal with it. That’s what a joke is, isn’t it? Not being literal.
I think I could offend and anger a lot of people with some of the things I say, but when you write you’re supposed to be able to say anything. It’s your space of thought and imagination, but sometimes, especially writing on a blog, I fear judgement, but that’s not how it should. Overall though, I could say I’m pretty open; I just think I could be more open.
Anyways, back to the bombardment that is school. I’m writing this with drooping eyes, murmuring every word aloud for some reason. Just noticed that about myself…
All AP classes, Physics included, yet it seems my worse grades are in AP Lang and AP Gov. (gasp) what???
Yeah, I may want to be a writer, but as most of the world may not know, I’m pretty bad at it, I guess with the exceptions of a few okay essays/stories. Of course, I’ll always say I’m a bad writer, but at the same time I’ll always say that I love writing, more than anything.
The sad thing is, I can’t really write anymore. I have to study for a grammar test this Friday. I have to study for Physics overall, because I do not understand anything in that class man.
I wish I had time to waste time again.
That’s kind of a joke, but at the same time, it’s not.
I’m excited for the future. I plan to write, a lot. Sure, plans don’t always work out, and that might be the case, but at the same time, it might not. That’s basically what the word “might” implies… I hope I get to publish more short stories, and movie reviews, and write scripts for TV/movie ideas that I have, because I love television and I am determined to have my own television or web series one day…or Netflix original.
Yep. I think that’s it for now. Soooooo, bye.