Sometimes I check my own blogs just to see if I updated them. Because sometimes I come across poems that I don't remember. And I need help figuring them out.
I think that makes me a legit literary failure. If I don't even know what my own work could possibly mean, I think that means that it's wrong.
Then again, some things can affect you and mean things to you without making sense at all. I don't think that I write those kinds of things. Ergo, fail.
if you'll be my star, i'll be your sky.
you can hide underneath me and come out at night.
Obama just said "embolded." lols.
Business: My throat hurts. I will be sick for Linthicum day. and the first AYAC meeting. So, warning, AYAC people who don't even read my blog. I sound like a man. This is abnormal. I promise.
i live to let you shine
I don't feel good. My tummy box hurts and my nose is all sneezy. I miss my high li friends a lot a lot. I kept being reminded of them today. Murielle totally made a Lauren face. Then gave me a Tinkerbell backpack which reminds me of Tomware. It was packed with stuff including jolly ranchers (which remind me of jolly ranchers) and Snickers. Which = Snickers. Duh. I got more combs because my little sister knows me completely, and they are the same combs that tyler and i use. "pretty" was overused immensely in my classes today and it was kind of annoying but then i was like, "oh. Amanda" and it was okay. Lastly, I saw a sharpie drawing on the heating pole at school. and it was of a bunny with a crooked head because it had had a stroke. Which Kasey told us about sophomore year. And now, i connect Kasey to Jeffy inside my head. so there you go.
you can set sail to the west if you want to
I am not doing as well as I'd have hoped in creative writing. I didn't like the last assignment. We had to write about something despairing that was positive and happy at the end. So I picked my Jesus story. And I wrote about my high li and this past one. And the oil and ashes service. And how that made me feel like a piece of crap covered in snow just like Martin Luther said (oh sps.). And I was apparently supposed to expand more on the inner torment that I felt. I was supposed to give an in depth analysis of my spirit being completely broken and fake and lousy. I spent most of the paper talking about that in the first place, then I barely had time to talk about the good part and about that speech that made me brain completely start clicking into place. I thought that would be more important, but I guess my teacher prefers the pain.
I don't know about you, but that isn't something that I want to revisit at the moment seeing as I am still scotch taping it back up. I don't want to lose my cool. That's sort of the deal with everything right now, isn't it? Anyway. I thought that my paper would be a little bit better, but I don't know. Maybe I assume too much. If any of my high li friends read it, they'd understand. But I am not good at explaining, I guess. I can't paint the picture. And that's kind of the point.
I think I'll go write something on my other blog. I want to rename it again. After a song. is that lame? I'm just going to see how it looks.
---Scottie: I live to make you free.
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In response to the thing about the not understanding your work, that's not really what writing should be about. I mean, there should be some substance, but really, the meaning is just whatever the reader gets out of it. Not necessarily what the writer intended. Now, of course, that's important, but not the most important. Am I making sense here?
And about the patching things up thing, I think that one needs to be reminded of something to truly get over it in the end. Otherwise, it might just smolder, and you wouldn't ever get over it.
I hope this was helpful, and I'm sorry my blogs aren't so deep.
yes. well.
i think that writing is most important in that the writer disposes of whatever is on their mind (at least the poetry on you blog). it doesn't matter if you go back later and can't remember what it means. it helped you at the time to put it down and get it out and it's still beautiful anyway :p
i think that it's unfair to tell students to write something with a relatively broad spectrum, and then give them a bad grade when they interpret it a certain way. dont get down just because you're not doing as well as you hoped. keep going, ok?
im sorry about your high li friends and you missing them. but you still have us! i love you. see you tomorrow.
Isn't finding things you don't remember (or understand) wondrous? Isn't it almost like you not writing them and being able to appreciate it from a third party stance?
Isn't it nice not to remember somethings? Like Jene said, they are vessels for temporal emotion. Fire and forget.
Life is disappointing. Enjoy it.
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