This is what happens when I get bored on New Years Eve...

sparkling cat's sparkling cat

swiftly i have never swim, swimmingly beyond
any vampire, your darth vader have their dirty:
in your most large nail polish are things which shimmy me,
or which i cannot eat because they are too excitedly

your smelly look rapidly will unshoot me
though i have wash myself as notebook,
you type always television by television myself as sun fight
(holding timidly, eagerly) her bitter belt

or if your castle be to blink me, i and
my ipod will run very carefully, quickly,
as when the hobo of this vampire talk
the lipstick happily everywhere walking;

nothing which we are to drink in this zombie dance
the jay z of your pink converse shoe: whose skateboard
knock me with the chair of its jacket,
kissing lightbulb and pierce the veil with each singing

(i do not play what it is about you that jimmy
and listen; only something in me paint
the pajama pants of your darth vader is short than all sun)
gloves, not even the grass, has such hot tank top

- melissa & e.e. cummings

So I found this madlib poem exercise game on this site:

http://www.languageisavirus.com

Fun times....E.E. Cummings and I sure can write a great poem haha. Thanks, man.

Dismantle. Repair

I logged onto my e-mail today only to find stupid boy and his unreasonably jealous girlfriend has added me on facebook. I could have denied these requests. Did I? No..curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to be nosy and see this girl's page. Much to my disappointment, there wasn't much, except for a few gag worthy pictures of the two. I seriously could have vomited. I don't think I've been more happy to be rid of someone than I am right now. What a jackass.

I've got some writing done today. I don't know if I'm thrilled with it but it's just the first draft.

Hopeless

Still not a whole lot accomplished writing wise. The holidays stress me out.

I did get an e-mail response from you know who. Here it is:

My incredibly jealous girlfriend probably did it while I wasn't here, judging as I thought you deleted me. What was the nature of the message? I've been contacted by several old friends of mine who happen to be female and I never know about it. I deeply apologize. She did interrogate me about you the other day, so that is likely what happened. I'm sorry. I really thought you deleted me. Hmph. I swear. Anyways, sorry again. Happy holidays, since I couldn't say it sooner, I have to go get ready for work though, so I'll talk to you later.

-Kyle


Seriously? Your incredibly jealous 18 year old girlfriend needs to back the hell off and not jump to conclusions when I just ask how you are doing. Oh man..and she interrogated him about me. Ha, I wonder what he said.. if she only knew what I know.....

Ain't No Sunshine

I hate winter. I hate it with a passion. Right now, it's cold, dark, and rainy. Did you know that December is the month where writers are the least productive? Why? Because it's a friggin' stupid, gross month, that's why. Plus, the holidays stress people out and everyone is on edge. I'm tired of winter already and it just started. I'm ready for warm weather and sunshine. A time when I can go outside and write. When I can open up my bedroom window and let the warm fresh air in.

I'm trying to get some writing done. I'm making myself do it. The novel has about five crappy chapters written (I keep telling myself it's the first draft so it's okay if it's a bit crappy now) and my screenplay is....going....ish. We'll see how it goes. I just wish I had the motivation to write like I did in high school. That was a time when I could write all day. Of course, I didn't have all the stress and pressure that I have now.