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dotsJournal: WOO!dots
Mood: Yeay!!

So, I was on facebook, right, and they had an advertisement for writing camp this summer at interlochen. (art school in michigan). My parents said I can go, and i'm PSYCHED! Three weeks in a cabin on the lake with other writers, I can smell the pencils now.... anyway if you're going, too, and you're going to the first session you should let me know and we can meet up. (yeah, snowball's chance in hell, I know, but I thought I'd put it out there)

and this is just something I tossed together for a school project about natural selection...

Ode to the Ugly Ducklings

Nearby there is a sludgy lake
The water's pukey green
blankets of algae cover the rocks
and the smell is just obscene.

but some ducks don't mind the smell
they came in yellow, blue and red
but something awful struck the group
when blue and yellow bred

Blue-red babies came out fine
they were purple, deep and bold
but blue and yellow had ugly ducklings
with ragged coats that looked like mold.

The purple ducklings jeered and gibed
and teased their counterparts.
the mocked the greens and called them names
and broke their little hearts.

Then suddenly the geese attacked
for they were bitter rivals
the purples brashly tried to fight
the greens fled for survival.

But, lo, the geese were grown and strong
the purple still were young.
They couldn't fly or bite or scratch,
doomed before they'd begun.

One by one, the purples fell.
Not one survived the fight
but the greens were left untouched and unharmed
their color had blocked them from sight.

Once, reds and yellows tried to breed
and oranges joined the group
but again the flock of geese returned
only greens escaped the troupe.

After that, the blues and yellows
refused to breed with red
sick of watching their ducklings get whacked
wanting them to live instead

Soon, the reds ceased to exist
it was obvious and plainly seen
that the best offspring a duck could have
were a murky, sludgy shade of green.

el fin.

...Created 2008-03-16 16:08:24

dotsJournal: dots
Mood: The Usual

New poems. Comment them, please and thank you. I always return the favor (although if your comment sucks, sometimes I choose to be lazy)

Poetry unit in English- maddening or inspiring? hmm....

What a stale and tiring refrain;
Do you dare to rape my muse again?

...Created 2008-03-10 06:11:38

dotsJournal: ....dots
Mood: just peachy

Happy birthday to me....happy birthday to me.....happy birthday dear veniaaaaaah, happy birthday to me.
Some of you like to ask if I'm seriously 14, well now I'm 15 if it makes you feel that much better. :)

My Mews

I really have no clue what to write.
I feel neutral and blase,
indifferent, almost.
But still, I feel this kitten
who gently mews and nuzzles my hand,
who begs me to write her a scrap of something.
Her whiskers wrap around my heart and squeeze it tightly.
Surely I am not so heartless as to ignore this darling's pleas.
I wish I had more to write for the kitten;
she keeps leaving lovenips on my brain.

^Just something I wrote a couple weeks ago to break up a writer's block. I dunno, I like it.

...Created 2008-02-27 17:42:36

dotsJournal: Geniusdots
Mood: The Usual

"Young Castle called me 'Scoop.' 'Good morning, Scoop. What's new in the word game?'
'I might ask the same of you,' I replied.
'I'm thinking of calling a general strike of all writers until mankind finally comes to its senses. Would you support it?'
'Do writers have a right to strike? That would be like the police or the firemen walking out.'
'Or the college professors.'
'Or the college professors,' I agreed. I shook my head. 'No, I don't think my conscience would let me support a strike like that. When a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlightenment and comfort at top speed.'
'I just can't help thinking what a real shaking up it would give people if, all of a sudden, there were no new books, new plays, new histories, new poems...'
'And how proud would you be when people started dying like flies?' I demanded.
'They'd die more like mad dogs, I think- snarling and snapping at each other and biting their own tails.'
I turned to Castle the elder. 'Sir, how does a man die when he's deprived of the consolations of literature?'
'In one of two ways,' he said, 'petrescence of the heart or atrophy of the nervous system.'
'Neither one very pleasant, I expect,' I suggested.
'No,' said Castle the elder. 'For the love of God, both of you, please keep writing!'"

Cat's Cradle, page 231-232, Kurt Vonnegut.

...Created 2008-01-14 18:11:06

dotsJournal: dots
Mood: The Usual

blah. busy lately. will be on as much as possible. please don't hate me forever if I neglect to return comments sometimes.

...Created 2007-11-30 20:09:19

dotsJournal: dots
Mood: The Usual

hey I just wanna say that my computer's broken, and I'm currently on my dad's laptop. I'll have time to return comments soon, i hope.

...Created 2007-11-16 15:45:33

dotsJournal: dots
Mood: quite cheerful

I haven't made a journal entry in awhile, so I thought I'd just go ahead and go for it.

I'm so excited, my latest bout of writer's block has ended, and words are just spewing all over the place. It's beautiful. The girls at school think I'm bulimic (excuse what I'm sure is incorrect spelling), and at first I thought they were referring to my recent weight loss. Now I understand they were just confused, seeing as I've been puking inspiration everywhere.

So yeah, life is good. Comment me please, unless you have nothing useful to say, in which case I'd rather you just message me or keep it to yourself, kthx.

...Created 2007-10-30 16:26:13

dotsJournal: dots
Mood: The Usual

mmk angstfest over. no worries. back to every day life now....

...Created 2007-10-01 15:33:37

dotsJournal: AGHdots
Mood: Angry

My mom is such a bitch. She read A Town of Bores, and her first reaction was "This is plagarized." and then when I said no it wasn't she explodes and gets all pissy with me and how I didn't say good morning to her today and bitchbitchbitch. AGH, Grow up.

...Created 2007-09-30 08:17:30

dotsJournal: woahdots
Mood: The Usual

WOW. Inspiration explosion!

A lot of things built up in there while I had writer's block......

...Created 2007-09-01 22:01:22