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[24 Oct 2006|05:23pm] |
Scientists predict that about seventy percent of blog posts are about that business of putting something off that you should be doing by doing something else. So, rather than putting out the washing, you tell us that you've been slouched on the carpet screaming at the ceiling.
I hate the word procrastination, because in online blogging it's over-used. Like boybands, like Ashton Kutcher, like the novels of J.P Rowland, it's un-necessarily ubiquitous. It's a stupid and irritating word, so I won't use it. But I have been doing what that word means, by sitting about playing Pro Evo 4 when I should be doing homework.
I can't help it. I'm ill. I should write a story about being ill and playing that.
And then, after another bout of coughing during which it felt like I would hack every organ out through my arsehole, I scored a goal in the game. Nobody around to cheer, I merely cheered myself, saying "Yay" in a wheezing voice and poking the cat with a chortlesome finger.
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[24 Oct 2006|05:41pm] |
I forgot the simple feeling of holding hands. I let scatter from my head all the possesions i'd had during the dark, and I missed out lighting the candle. I learned how to cope as best I could, and in return I lost something in my coat, a little good luck charm I keep with me. If I keep my hands in my pockets they'll stay warm in the winter.
In the winter..nobody knows how warm I felt in the winter. Now it's just cold when i'm hot and those trees are dying through my window. They're dying on me fast, and there's nothing I can do about it. Out of my window I see the sun batter down the hatches and reduce these beautiful elms and swaying leaves to burned cloth and bare featureless twigs. I can't do a thing, my lord..
I can't do a thing to save them..
Because i'm not strong enough right now. You didn't make me strong enough...you only put a heart in me for one year, it's not good enough. I need to be able to ride over those bumps...you and she didn't give me enough to get by that Winter, and I tripped through those dead branches, lord..
I tripped and I fell and my coat was ripped open..all my secrets fell out of my mouth..into a puddle...I tried to fish them out again..I really did..but not all of them floated back up to me.
Now I can't feel hands anymore.
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