Spiders and Art.

Um, I got bit by a spider. And I have to go the the doctor. I have a band [school band] concert tomorrow. Um, I have the biggest drama ever with a boy right now, although it's not really that big, I just feel it is, and I feel like the guy I like will never speak to me again.
That about sums up last week. I'll expand on this later, and add in some fiction writing if I feel like it. Or some poetry. Who knows. I just felt bad for not updating this in a while. Sorry!!
~ED

To, Too, Two.

"I can't outrun the terrible things I have done." -The Hoosiers, 'Sarajevo'
I just thought that the quote might be insightful. So earlier my friend Kenzie asked me what I wanted to do with my life. I've been thinking about this quite a lot lately, actually, and I think an editor would be nice, since I probably wouldn't be able to be a writer. I'd be another wanna be story. Move to a big city, work two jobs, and then write with my free time, hoping to make it. Being an editor would be reading and correcting grammar all day, something I can quite easily do. The only thing would be rising to the level. I don't know too much about the process, but I do know that you don't just magically have a fancy office right out of college. I know I'll need to do a lot of research before then. Damn.
Today is more of a chill blog. It's Thursday, and I have a semi-busy weekend planned [I think], so I probably won't be doing too much writing. Not sure.
Have a good friday!!
~ED

Opening.

So, I want to begin this by saying that this is not a blog meant for reading more than it is for me to vent through writing. I do home some peoples out there can relate to/enjoy my ramblings, but I'm not promising anything with this thing.
-Just throwing that one out there.-
Here's a poem I wrote about a week ago about that guy. You know who I'm talking about. The guy? Yeah, him.

Admitting Defeat.

27 September, 2010


Is it so cliché to tell you,
That the first time I saw you,
I thought you were beautiful?

And, would you be worried,
If you understood
How weak you make me feel?

I can tell you your birthday,
The day we met,
What you were wearing on that day,
And I could probably figure out
How many times I've seen you since then.

Is that frightening to you?

If only I knew how you feel,
And what you think.

Do you see the world
In the beautiful way that I do?
Do the clouds mystify you?
And are you consumed by fire's
Living properties?

Can I trust you to keep a secret?

Can I trust you to know,
That with all my downfalls,
With everything you've coached me through,
I seem to have fallen?

Trust me,
I know that you get this all the time.
And, I'm not trying to say that I'm special.

I just wanted to you know,
Because there's no way in hell
I could tell you in person,
Just how wonderful you are,
And how amazing you make me feel.

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Yeah, sorry this one post was on the boring side, I've had a crummy Monday. Enjoy?
~ED