Monday, April 20, 2009

Grip Gripe, Tomatoe Tomatto, Potatto Potatto, Bush Osama, they all sound the same, right?

Griping, is that even a word? Matters, does it really? I don't think so, don't care, never will. So...Griping is today's...headline should I say? Gasping at lists, of chores...Bore... Why do I have to be so meloncholy today? Why does the world spin, not sink? Why do I feel like a hypocrite? Why am I so tired? What makes this house uninspiring while other places do?

My mind is spiraling, downward. There I go again! Meloncholly this, meloncholy that! I feel like not using big words today, is that OK with you? Has to be because I'm the writer... I'm just writing because I am bored... This post isn't that well done so I'm going to stop because I'm so annoyed by the TV on high volume and homework sucks and I just want to chill out and watch Bones and I feel guilty because I'm not living up to the expectations I created, the standerds I created for this very blog and it is so inconvenient because no inspiration has hit me yet, though at the same time I am slowly inspiring myself with my own confussion! Maybe the only way out is just to vent in poetic yet stupid ways!

I'm leaving. I appologize but I can't write today, I'd rather read. Ta-ta!


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