ramblings of a sloth

2002-02-22T20:33:00.000-08:00

My gosh!
This writing streak is continuing! Thursday night I wrote another poem, and last night i wrote yet ANOTHER poem! Scary stuff indeed. I've finally figured out why I keep writing these excuses for poems, but that is a secret that I cannot reveal even to my dear Figments. Sorry :)
ciao

2002-02-16T23:29:00.000-08:00

Guess what, Figments!
I got inspired! I didn't write a story, unfortunately, but I did write some (!) poetry. I've never really written much poetry before, and my poems suck, but it was still good to actually write again. I just sat down, grabbed a pen and rattled off three poems in quick succession. It was very odd. Anyway, i'm over it now. :)

Must be off,
ciao

2002-02-13T01:50:00.000-08:00

I got to thinking about creative writing today, and I realised something shocking. I've had writer's block for two years. I can't believe it took me this long to realise! But it's true, the last semi-decent thing i wrote was all the way back in year nine. I'm sure writer's block isn't supposed to last that long. Now I realise how much I miss writing like that. I remember how I used to write constantly when I was in primary school. I think it was the only thing I enjoyed back then. Dude, I need some inspiration bad.

Meanwhile, my cuticle hurts and I have homework to do.
ciao

2002-02-12T02:55:00.000-08:00

I've decided on a new name for my imaginary audience. Henceforth, if the need arises, you shall be referred to as "Figments", (being that anyone reading this is most certainly a figment of my warped imagination). I hope you like your new name.
I have also decided that I should probably make some sort of attempt to actually write properly. Which means I have to use capital letters occasionally. Scum. Capital letters are against my religion. The things I do for my art. And no, I don't take myself so seriously as to think this is art. I was joking.

Today was largely boring, as my days usually are. Sorry figments. I think I'll go and do some maths homework. Joy.

ciao

2002-02-08T01:18:00.000-08:00

GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! i am sooooooooo happy! for the first time in my very inexperienced life, i asked a guy out. (to the deb ball)
and he said yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yay yay yay yay yay!
now if you'll excuse me, i have to go bounce off some walls.
ciao

2002-01-19T21:38:00.000-08:00

well, here i am again, sitting in this crappy chair, staring at the screen, trying to think of something resembling witty to say. oh, now i remember. i can't. i'm a dumbass. oh well

my life is boring, and the contents of this blog are even more so. think i might be off now. ciao

2002-01-14T01:57:00.000-08:00

good evening my dear imaginary readers! perhaps you were thinking i had stopped writing this inane blog. maybe you just hoped i had. but no! i am back, much to your dismay i'm sure.
i went to the movies again today, and saw the fellowship of the ring. a very good movie (incidentally with some very hot guys), but i still have to say i preferred the book. they missed too much out in the movie. i guess they had to, to make it cinematic, but still, i think there were little bits they could have left in.
i'm a little too restless to type too much more tonight, so i think i shall bid you adieu.
by the way, if any of you reading aren't imaginary, please email me at evil_pyro_fairy@hotmail.com . ( even if it is to remind me that i suck.) :)
ciao

2002-01-07T02:37:00.000-08:00

well today i went to the movies. i saw shallow hal with a friend, and we walked around the shops for a bit. i suppose it was fun, but it seemed to emphasise how vastly different we are. she's so......... normal. and i'm, well, not. she's gorgeous, and a great friend, but we really are SO different. she's the-girl-next-door type, and i'm more that-girl-next-door-who's-bringing-down-the-property-values. i truly wonder why she puts up with me. i also wonder HOW she does. it's hard enough for me to put up with myself. hmmm.

i think i've bored my imaginary readers enough for now,
ciao

2002-01-06T02:00:00.000-08:00

almost every new year, i tell myself that this year, i'm going to write in a diary. that i'm going to keep track of the pathetic events in my life. it usually last about 2 days. perhaps this year will be different. or i could be wasting my time and effort yet again. oh well. i don't have a lot else to do with my time.

i think i shall begin by explaining who i am. or attempting to. (i'm not too sure). hmm. well, i'm female. (i'm sure of that bit) i'm sixteen, and i live in suburbia. *yawn*. actually, "yawn" pretty much sums up my entire life at the moment. one big yawn. i'm on school holidays, i have no money, and my friends live an hour's drive away. so i've spent the past few weeks sleeping, eating and sleeping some more. hence the title i've given myself; sloth.

i'm quite sure i don't know why there is an attraction about having strangers read my diary, but there is. maybe i'm an exhibitionist deep down. or maybe i just don't care, because no one i know is ever going to read this.

i think i might stop now, but hopefully i'll write again soon. if anyone is actually reading this, feel free to email me at; cue_cackle@evil.co.uk