the amazing double posting rambler returns again... if she had anything to say this post would be longer. as it stands it will not. be longer, that is.

i lost count of how many blogs i have because it's so much more fun just to take another url and make something of it than watch it go to waste as i crowd up portions of me that don't exist.
that was rather philosophical; do you think there's something in the water?

triumph at last: i have begun to pen a play, and so far, while not actually good, is not actually bad, and i can ask for no more. i'll keep you updated; i'm afraid that as i write more the quality will deteriorate. also it is not good for my reputation to sound proud of something i've done. anyway the play's about a person who dies, but not even about her death, but about the people the funeral brings together. there's a recurring case of boyfrienditis who goes by martin, a character whose name is michelle but i want to be daisy, a guy named james because i have to admit i adore the name james to pieces, and a mother hen, lydia, who's got the boyfrienditis. oh, and giles, but that's because i like the name, like in THE MOUSETRAP? there was a character named giles in there, he was fabuloso, and his wife's name was molly, and i like molly as a name as well, especially after seeing that play/reading that story. anyway, this play really doesn't have any funny lines, but i like to pretend that the situations that arise are mildly amusing, if not laugh-out-loud hilarious.

i have also written a sonnet, which is mostly but maybe not completely a real sonnet, and if i didn't drag on so with my point, the couplet would have made more sense, but *hey* what are sonnets for? (what are they for, anyway? that was a silly example of a hypothetical question; especially since sonnets are not for making couplet sense; i'm being ridiculous; i think i'm ridiculous rather often).

have been slightly down in dumps lately due to feeling left out of circle of friends, but will recover eventually. silly teenage years; very ridiculous, almost as ridiculous as me and my semicolons.

once upon a time there was a goat.

i'm sorry, i've just really always wanted to write that, haven't you? it seems like the sort of thing one would want to write; my next sentence is 'he had a goatee,' or maybe 'she had a goatee,' since it's really not wise to adhere so definitely to gender stereotypes--after all, are there no woman goats? do woman goats have no goatees? no? see, i told you, absolutely ridiculous, or maybe i was talking about something else, but all the same. goats are officially hermaphrodites, and may have any abundance of facial hair as they so please, as long as they stay away from soul patches, which i really dislike immensely.

*sigh* long ramblings. it's snowing again (hasn't it already snowed enough?). was hoping to see TALK TO HER (is it out yet?) or some other movie tomorrow but fear that may not happen due to snowflakes. must say very beautiful; still, could they not have come on a day they would close the university? i really do hope mumsie and dadsie and their friendsies make it back from concert all right; it's dreadful snowy out.

ahh ahh. shall go now; have been rambling far too long; make little or no sense altogether; rather strange state of things; what is it with all these semicolons? am beginning to think self quite obsessed, and potentially insane.

tiptip.

i lost count of how many blogs i have because it's so much more fun just to take another url and make something of it than watch it go to waste as i crowd up portions of me that don't exist.
that was rather philosophical; do you think there's something in the water?

triumph at last: i have begun to pen a play, and so far, while not actually good, is not actually bad, and i can ask for no more. i'll keep you updated; i'm afraid that as i write more the quality will deteriorate. also it is not good for my reputation to sound proud of something i've done. anyway the play's about a person who dies, but not even about her death, but about the people the funeral brings together. there's a recurring case of boyfrienditis who goes by martin, a character whose name is michelle but i want to be daisy, a guy named james because i have to admit i adore the name james to pieces, and a mother hen, lydia, who's got the boyfrienditis. oh, and giles, but that's because i like the name, like in THE MOUSETRAP? there was a character named giles in there, he was fabuloso, and his wife's name was molly, and i like molly as a name as well, especially after seeing that play/reading that story. anyway, this play really doesn't have any funny lines, but i like to pretend that the situations that arise are mildly amusing, if not laugh-out-loud hilarious.

i have also written a sonnet, which is mostly but maybe not completely a real sonnet, and if i didn't drag on so with my point, the couplet would have made more sense, but *hey* what are sonnets for? (what are they for, anyway? that was a silly example of a hypothetical question; especially since sonnets are not for making couplet sense; i'm being ridiculous; i think i'm ridiculous rather often).

have been slightly down in dumps lately due to feeling left out of circle of friends, but will recover eventually. silly teenage years; very ridiculous, almost as ridiculous as me and my semicolons.

once upon a time there was a goat.

i'm sorry, i've just really always wanted to write that, haven't you? it seems like the sort of thing one would want to write; my next sentence is 'he had a goatee,' or maybe 'she had a goatee,' since it's really not wise to adhere so definitely to gender stereotypes--after all, are there no woman goats? do woman goats have no goatees? no? see, i told you, absolutely ridiculous, or maybe i was talking about something else, but all the same. goats are officially hermaphrodites, and may have any abundance of facial hair as they so please, as long as they stay away from soul patches, which i really dislike immensely.

*sigh* long ramblings. it's snowing again (hasn't it already snowed enough?). was hoping to see TALK TO HER (is it out yet?) or some other movie tomorrow but fear that may not happen due to snowflakes. must say very beautiful; still, could they not have come on a day they would close the university? i really do hope mumsie and dadsie and their friendsies make it back from concert all right; it's dreadful snowy out.

ahh ahh. shall go now; have been rambling far too long; make little or no sense altogether; rather strange state of things; what is it with all these semicolons? am beginning to think self quite obsessed, and potentially insane.

tiptip.