They really don't give you much to work with in the Font area. I'm going to have to dust off my brain and start to remember how to fix the HTML, but that's for a later date.
Anyway, so now I have a blog. I mean, why not? I'm young, hip, and cool.
So, maybe someone will what to read this. And if not, C'est la vie. So, let's make this one interesting.
How do you make friends? Seriously. Because I don't have any.*
*disclaimer: yes I do, I'm just whiny and over exaggerate a lot.
I have friends..just not in my nearby vicinity. And when I say "friends" I mean people that call you up on a friday night so you don't have to make you boyfriend come over because you're crying and scare the living daylights out of him and make him give you the rest of his chinese food because it's the only thing that might help.
..not that I'm speaking from personal experience or anything.
So, you can chew that one over, lemme know how it tasted, or just spit it back in my face, I'll understand.
I think it's time for me to come out of my shell and share what I write.
here's piece number one. I wrote it last year in my creative writing class. There's been quite a bit of editing, and I still feel like something is off, but... I can't figure it out. Maybe you can.
Also, I'd like to add that this is a huge step for me, I hate being an English major because I hate having my work read. It's time for me to get over that.
I entitled it Morbidity. Because..that's what it is.
Pull me up, I’m falling behind, and I cannot reach this top alone
Come back- don’t leave; I will not make it on my own.
Follow me, let’s lie in the field, and let the tall grass consume our minds.
Watch the Northern Lights, as they burn our eyes.
Purple fading into green, Oh! And how the blue one dances so
don’t turn your back, where will you go? No, not yet, no
this is not your time, this time belongs to me, it is mine.
I have heard the voices, I have seen the signs.
I will sew our skin together, so you cannot tear away.
We’ll thrive in nights and hide from day.