Well, it's been roughly two (three, you moron) months, since I last attempted writing. Isn't it pathetic people?
Two (three, don't act like you can't hear me)months of waiting for some spark of brilliance that will change noding forever. I've waited and waited, and waited, and...
That's a nice philosophy.
I've failed. Failed totally, completely, miserably. Hell, I've failed at writing a single node. Yes, yes you have.
Instead, I've gotten caught up in the idea of writing, whatever that may be, spending my time thinking about something along the lines of "gee wouldn't it be great if..." I've that about half stories, that is to say, stories with no beggining, no middle, hopefully an end. I sit down in my room, every night, saying that I'll write something. Anything for this most sacred and most holy of sites.
User Info: HarmonyAndMe, User Since: Tue Nov 11 2008 at 07:36:02 (4.4 months ago ),
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My one contribution to this entire website in thses two (three you-shut up) months has been one insignificant little nodeshell made in the hopes that my love will see it. I've hoped in vain.
Insignificant. Sums you up pretty well, doesn't it.
Ah! I know what we'll call you: Insignificanta.
Y'know, this writeup started us something for the SciFiQuest9999, then a philosophical debate, a love story, the Canadian Invasion of the US, and a deeply personal story, which had degraded into this. Whatever this is.
I look to my right, I see three writeups by shaogo, four by Glowing Fish.
Hmmm... in two days, this luminescent
aquatic life form has written as many
nodes as you have in four-point-four months.
Interesting...
Writing should be easier than this.
To smart people, like those in the "New Writeups" section, it is easy.
Ideas should come easier than this.
Why don't they? To avoid repeating myself, I'll go with something new; You're pathetic.
No...no, I'm not. Yes you are. You know it.
I'm not, I'm not. You are, you are.
No...I'm not...no. For the last(maybe even second last) time; you are.
I am- Finally, thank you.
But- There is no but. You are pathetic, you are sad, you've spent the last year and a half dreaming
about a pretty girlwho never liked you, and whom you never even had the guts to ask out, you're a waste
of perfectly good genetic material. Can you "B...b...but" any of that?
"Us". What?
You mean us. Remember "you've spent the last year and a
half dreaming about a girl who never liked you "
Well, it should read " we've spent the last year and a half
dreaming about a girl who never liked us" You're a
part of me. Um...that...that still doesn't mean that you
can write.
It means that you can't write either. Yes, b...b...but I don't suck.
Then I don't suck, either. It's a possibility.
I suppose it is. Well, (please stop saying "well"-)now that we've decided that it's a possibility
that you/us are not the most usesless creature/s on the planet. What do we do now?
We write. Write what?
How about this? I/we (this "/" thing is tough) could live with it. Nobody will read it though.
Probably. And think about the dissonance between the first and second half, I don't think they're actually
related.
I know.
I though I'd ask:Why are we writing again?
Hmmm... i'd like to see what it feels like.