“Write everyday!” “Get back on the horse!” “Finish your tiny, unnecessary novel!”
Who was I kidding? Oh, that’s right, just myself. I’ve literally thought about my excerpt of the lives of my numbered characters for a solid three months. Possibly longer. I’ve experimented with scenarios of where to begin and realized I have had zero time to really get anything on paper, let alone online. What I have realized is how pathetically mundane and busy life is. For instance, I’m putting off Calc homework that’s currently due at 11:30 p.m. just so I can blab my current thoughts to you guys.
In recent events I have been in a car accident, dealt with the loss of an unknowned loved one, had relationship trauma, and been without a car since said accident. Maybe later I’ll post a picture, for know now that I’m a miracle child for walking out of a flipped SUV.
Moving on…my latest infatuation has been with caffeine. No idea as to why. I’ve always been extremely sensitive to it and in fact when consumed, I kind of have mini heart attacks. Yet since this whole flipping of my baby Dora, I’ve been obsessed with self-induced adrenaline rushes. The need for speeeeeedddd. Crazy I know. Starbucks on campus never knew what hit them. In light of this, I’ve realized a lot more potential in my days. It’s been awhile since I’ve been a complete nomad wandering through other people’s homes and interrupting their daily lives. It’s even more interesting when your brain is going at maximum speeds it hasn’t encountered before. Consequently, these mini heart attacks have left me in 300 mph conversations I don’t recall and arguements with an unfortunate boyfriend who has had to stick by me through everything.
What’s my point?
Let’s get to it.
Many of my blog posts have been either real, bizarre, or real bizarre. In my blip of existence it’s come to my knowledge that everything may be in set in place for you and the schedule of your days may seem permanent. Times listed and varied as rules to abide by so you may ”live” a “full” life. That is until those permanent appointments to make you life better, have been skewed, re-examined, and then thrown out the window. So now you are left with big gaps of time you never knew existed in your day that you have spent wasted wondering and worrying about the next moment in time. And with all the harlem shakes, cat videos, studying and what not’s who knew you had this break in your day to sit down and think? I didn’t.
It’s quite a renaissance of your own world to realize that within your daily blub, you have all these seconds to keep for just yourself and dote on them. Biding extra time to do what you want. WHATEVER YOU WANT. So for realsies this time, I am taking an oath of a 60 day writing fast. Writing everyday because of time wasted. Time wasted in a frame of my days that I thought never existed. That you thought never existed. Caffeine speed, full throttle, and annoyance of all who have to put with me, I will be using this venue to blurt out the first thought that comes to mind.
My point is that if I put this out for the world, then I have to abide by my promise. Because your days are too surreal and short to NOT actualize them to the world.
On an entirely separate note, I’ve become obsessed with the world of nail art? NO idea where that came from. I’ve been spending money on the economy in China for this new obsession. It’s odd, I’m aware.
Until next time kids.