No matter how much wordpress alters it’s appearance, it’s still lesser than LJ and will always be the last thing I turn to to “de-boredify” myself.
I don’t have anything I want to talk about. But, in order for this de-boredification to actually work, I have to write something, until that little known evil (writers block) comes along and… well… steals my oportunity. Anyway.
Let’s begin this mental vomit.
My neck hurts, I believe I am getting a headache from looking at the computer and my neck hurting. I should really work but my brain says no. I’ve started to read a new book. Neverwhere by Neil somethingsomething, the guy who wrote Stardust. (Aparently Neverwhere was a TV series of the same name that stripped a lot of the original ideas and visuals away). T lent it to me, which is scary as it was on the list of books I wanted to get. I think it’s too soon after the power that was The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters by Gordon Dahlquist. I read someones little wordpress review on it and I thought they were being harsh. They said it was too long, but if it was originally published in parts it obviously took that “long” edge away. That person just didn’t have any stamina. I powered through it and thought it was a brilliant idea, and who cares if Dahlquist said he didn’t know where he was going? It went somewhere didn’t it?! Gosh. Some people expect so much. Look, person, you might as well moan but you bloody well carried on reading the damn book didn’tcha?! Like Dahlquist gives a shit, it has obviously done well enough. I can’t wait for his next book to come out (or so the inside back cover said) called The Dark Volume. I was really confused by the tiny advert, if it is or isn’t a follow up to The Glass Books. I read The Glass Books because I saw it on the shelf for a reasonable price in Sainsbury’s. That and the cover caught my eye, and the fact the blurb was a few lines inside, the back of the book was just a mass of positive quites, which all in turn added this sense of mystery, and I just wanted to find out more. It ended with so many questions, but the story was so complex that I think it would have been a sour ending if it finalised everything. I liked how it ended, but enjoyed the adventure enough to want more of the heroic trio. I’ve stopped my writing. I had three creative pieces on the go, and then added another one the other day inspired by a dream I couldn’t be bothered to continue. The first was a re-write of my A Curious Mind and the Sirens Feather, the second a Ghost Rider fanfiction called The Devils Children and the third a Tomb Raider-esque story called Joanna Freeman: Dark Explorer – The Elements of Altantis, oh, not forgetting my Glass Books fanfiction called Dream Weaver. Sound creative don’t they? Shame most of the ideas behind them are someone elses ideas. Mind you nowdays no idea is original. Although they must be up to a point otherwise authors would be sueing each other left right and center. But no-one sued J.K. Rowling when some of her books drew clear comparisons to The Lord of the Rings! Ah, fudge it. I’m not publishing so who cares?
I really want some cake. But there is none in my house. In which case I’m hungry and I want something to eat but nothing really takes my fancy. Argh, I’m in such a bland mood. I’m tired, bored, running out of things to talk about and hungry. There is shit on TV, I’ve got no good PS2 games to fry my brain on and once I give up this little baby, there will be nothing to do. I’ll just sit in the kitchen with my head on the table thinking of nothing but tumbleweed, crickets, a random person coughing through the silence. Then suddenly a shout… “GET OFF THE STAGE!” before my Mum walks past and shatters my silent numb with “are you alright?” to which I will grunt a reply and listen to her shuffle around before my mind resumes listening to the tiny screech of crickets… Ameena said today about her article having a four line sentence and it not making sense. T tried to beat that claiming five. Well, I beat both claiming six AND my sentence makes perfect sense. Thought I bet whilst you read it in your head your lungs gave as though you were reading it out loud and the sentence was so long with no clear stops that the air was just leaving you until finally it finished and you took in this long mental breath before reading on.
It’s a shame they changed this wordpress layout. I liked seeing how insanely long my word limit was. Looks like they want to make themselves rubbisher. Oh well.
I wonder how many people will read this? Or read this far? Or even care? Or not going into brain meltdown and start thinking of other things as their eyes continue to scan the page. Then they suddenly wake up out of their daydream and suddenly realise they’ve read nearly all of it and have no idea what the hell it all just said. You do realise these predictions are things we all do but never seem to take that much notice of them?
A while back Ameena moaned at Peter about what to write. He told her to take everyday life and pick out the best or not really talked about bit.
I believe I been doing that for almost twenty minutes. If only words sicked themselves out on a page like this when writing essays.
Oh, sigh.
