and i just thought that i have spendt so much time trying to express the beauty of darkness. the hardest thing do explain is that it only lest me see what could be, instead of what is. it allowed for the dreams to overpower reality and allowes for my hopes to fly. some how, i hope that what i see outlined in darkness will be true, and fully visiable in the light.

Diffrent

i’ve never been like everyone else.
i write stories, i live in books.
i don’t care who you say i am

i’m not like you
this is who i am

Diffrent

but, it sucks to bring home a pay check and thing, “if i was not living at home, i would could not live on this.” it sucks to wake up every morning and think, “i hate my job. it’s not what i want to be doing with the rest of my life.”

First off:

i am bound by fact. In an essay, I can not make add something just because it proves my point. In short stories, I can do that.

Secondly:

I spend the whole time repeating my self. How am i going to tell them what I am going to say, say it, then tell them again? I fell that i spend the whole time repeating, and parting back what I have said, and I never fell as if I got to say it.

Third:

each point to be proven must take up exactly the same number of words, and have exactly the same number of quotes, and evidences.

Forth:

the rules are all important. They are not to be bent, even if the point suffers for it

they invited over ahouse guest. let them sufer for not respecting me, and telling me, or planning around my celebrateing a milestone.

they known for months what my plans were, and that i was takeing over the house.

why is that? i may never understand.

go me.

even if i don’t make everyone of my goals, if i fail at every one of them, then i will have done something.

and i will have moved, i will have become something that is not what i am today.

“What if I fail?”

then i will have grown, and changed, and learned. then i can take another plan, a diffrent road, to make it to where i want to go.

• take my dog for a walk.
• compleate my resemue
• clean my room

but instead, today i

• got a new key board
• got a lot of typing done
• figured out that i needed a cover letter
• got 2 drafts of that letter done
• figured out why i can’t write finished stoires
• figured out what i want my blog to be like.

so, my space key broke on my computer. after that, it all went wrong.  i have an expensive laptop, and i don’t want to spend the 120 dollars to buy a new key board for it, plus the money to get it installed. (the key still works, but it’s fadeing fast.). so, i now have a wireless keyboad to use at home. (that’s where i do 90% of my typeing any way.) now.

*ya!!!*

and i want my blog to be unlike any thing that’s ever been done before, totaly mine, and totaly unique…. some how haveing said that i feel hackned, and some how haveing said that i feel even more hackned.

should we try and blog like a tv show? or blog like a newspaper?