Yawn.
Ugh, I’m tired.
But I am trying not to drink Red Bull, because I don’t want to die and provoke a headline that says GIRL DRANK HERSELF TO DEATH, NO ALCOHOL INVOLVED. I prefer there be alcohol involved.
So, to stay alert, I’m just going to keep typing and typing. First, here’s a story:
I was lurking on someone’s Facebook wall one day, when I came across something about dogs and high blood pressure and health benefits. My mom has crazy high blood pressure, so I said, “Let’s conduct an experiment involving Buddha and that high blood pressure measurer.” I’ll let the pictures do the rest of the talking.
After ten seconds:
AFTER TEN MINUTES:
It hasn’t been that low since she was a wee lass.
Oops. How did that bracelet I made get in there?
Second story:
I used to look up expensive real estate whenever I had an essay due, kind of as a motivational tool. I would tell myself that if I ever got started on the essay, then I could graduate and afford life and be one step closer to living here:
or
I would describe my style as rustic yet feminine and modern. For example, if I could live in the Getty, I would be happy. But if I could live in a Thomas Kinkade painting, I would also be happy.
Ultimately, my essays would suck and that is the reason I’m not there but here, trying to keep my eyes open, but it’s not working, so I’m going to type with my eyes closed now.
Which brings me to my third story:
Typing with my eyes closed is a lot a fu. I have about three eye blinfers back home because I once read about how Emily Dickinson (or a Bronte sister or Mary Shelley) would write blindfolded a lot and this appealed to me because I have terrible A.D.D. (maybe, who knows) and also I’m terrible at lying, and writing is , or good writing is, a lot like lying, so I figured, shutting my eyues woll make me a better liar, and it’s triue. In fact Jonathan Franzen dos this, I read recently, too, he has a sound proof office and a blindfold and a laptop without wi-fi so Im glad that I’m onyo something here with the shutting of my eyes and the pretending that there is no world except for that which is in my head. Did tou know that I used to be a monkey? Lastly I apologize for tge typos but my nails are as long as a tree( ten trees), I’m pretty sure its ecause I am eating healthier.
