Yes, to all of your dismay, I, Holly Empey, have returned to the blogging community.
(Yes, you may run screaming into the night; just make sure to come home for curfew so my conscieous is clear)
Ah, my third sentence in, and I am quickly reminded of the one thing that I pretty much depend on: SPELL CHECK. Dang. You know, I used to be able to spell JUST FINE, back in my underclassmen years (Oh gosh, I feel like an old grandpa, 'back in the day when it was uphill both ways.' Ha, but I'm cooler, daring to refer to like, 2 years ago, seeing as I'm still in highschool. Oh, gee, I should just abort this whole mission right now). But, once I spent my year of... hm.. let's call it independence and self-discovery, because that sounds legit... writing everyday, often for 6 or 7 hours straight (yeah, my parents were a little worried, but what can you do? Tell me I can't write? Fine. I'll brainstorm. You know? Ridiculous.) on my dad's old laptop from the early 90s, I got used to my fingers stumbling over the keys all the time because I'm not a percise person, as most of you know, and relied on the little sqwiggly lines (I favor the green, because they're not so harsh; they seem to be saying 'NO! NO! ERROR! NO! NO, DON'T YOU CONTINE WRITING, YOU IGNORANT FOOL, YOU FREAKING SPELT ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTTOTALITARIANISM WRONG!' -and yes, i did just pull word so I could make sure I spelt that right right now) to recognize all the words I spelt wrong because I write so dang fast because my brain goes too fast for my fingers to type... or my brain to comprehend... hence, we get somewhat (if on the lengthy side, get used to it) entertaining blurbs of writing.
So, what I was trying to say in that last paragraph (honestly, I get so off-topic its not even funny, so I apologize... that was only one small taste): My words will often be spelt wrong, or have extra letters in them. If anyone has ever had the tragic experience of instant-messaging with me, you'll know exactly what I mean. Hopefully it will make a tiny bit sense.
Ok, maybe I'm ADD, but I am getting REALLY annoyed at the 'save now' button that saves every few minutes... which honestly, is a very clever idea, BUT DO THEY REALLY HAVE TO MAKE THE BUTTON FLASH? ARGH... it keeps distracting me. AH! There it went again! But I guess it does remind me of just how much time I am spending such nonsense. As stated above, I've spent many days snuggled up with oldy-laptop and written, no joke, from 4 to 8 hours a day. The outcome? Some pretty good stuff, I suppose. I got some really good plot lines for a few stories (ha, can anyone say therapy?) that still tend to amaze me that III actually thought of it. The writing is still pretty crappy, but that's pretty much how all my stuff is. It's got personality or a good story behind it, but the writing is rather lacking. Oh well, what are you going to do?
Oh no. Dang it. I just remembered that, although I DID get an A in English, which I thought was going to be a B because I pretty much refused to write the essay on Prop8/Prop4, (PLEASE don't ever bring that up with me unless you want Rage Monster of DOOM), I have completely fallen behind on my reading of 1984. EGAD, right? Holly missing English homework? Ha ha, no really. Oh, and Mr. Thompson did say, and I quote, "For those of you who need to catch up, I reccomend that you catch up, not only because you should be up with the class, but Part II is where all the sex in the book is, so it will be more enjoyable to read." Oh course, it was in his Thompson-uncomprehensible-super creeper way, which I don't know should help or hurt the cause, I'm still unsure. Sigh. Winston, why mus you live in such a crappy world? And can't someone update the title, so stupid people stop making comments like "Wait... didn't 1984 already happen? Wait, I'm so confused." (to be read in annoyed cheerleader, superstoned kid, and the one kid that is just chronically dumb voices.)
Alright (i just spelt it akright, if you were wondering.) so, before I go dive back into the world of Big Brother and thoughtcrimes, I've just to say that I honestly cried I was so humorously pleased when I found "Thoughts of a Dying Atheist" by Muse. I mean, COME ON. THAT'S FUNNY. Let me quote:
"and I know the moment's near
and there's nothing you can do
look through a faithless eye
are you afraid to die?
it scares the h(eck) out of me
and the end is all I can see
and it scares the h(eck) out of me
and the end is all I can see"
I mean, seriously. That's funny.
Well, in my little insane world.
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