Too much. Simply too much has happened that you have got to be bound to have an inkling of it. And that's that.
This is now turning into my, whatever I want it to be blog. Because dammit I'm going to actually keep up with it... more frequently than I was before.
In my defense though, I am without internet. Currently at Black Hole with the boy. After trying to pick out the important details of the online lectures for my Brit Lit class (which weren't numerous so far), and almost falling asleep doing so, I, now caffeinated, am in comfortable territory looking up cheesecake recipes and thinking about... stuff.
Here are some writtenly things.
- Are salamanders colorblind
if so, don't tell Mister Whiley Smiley Slimey-Man
his class is too high
as is the words per minute of his mind
he talks and talks and takes morning walks
its necessary, he prompts to enjoy
each day like your last
however don't indulge too fast
flowers will wait for you.
This next one was sprawled next to a picture of a very crude, potato squiggled looking spider crab thing with lonely eyes.
- I am disproportionate
but not broken
my mother says waddling is a stylistically endeavored trait
I think I really struck gold with that last one.
