Speckles of sunlight
Today's Mood of the Day is Marine! It was a rainy day today. It's supposed to be spring, but it was cold and sprinkles came occasionally. I still have hayfever as well. So that made sniffles and rain. It wasn't as bad as first, but it still dampened my cheer today, hence the black in today's Mood of the Day. It didn't help that I didn't get my History exam results back, either, so I was not very pleased.
But there are still a glimmer of sunlight, as today when I was running from school to catch the bus home, the bus driver waited for me and was nice enough to ask that I check it was the right bus. It really was like a ray of sunshine glittering in my sea of dark marine. It's amazing when you receive a random act of kindness. It makes you feel really fuzzy inside Thank you Mr. Bus Driver!
It's really frustrating when you really want to write something, but you can't get it out on paper. This is different from writer's block. I mean the inability to put the plot into words that are interesting. I don't want my writing to be bland, but I don't want it to be non-existent either. I know generally what will happen, but it's more like a vague idea. It's hard to describe...It's a bit like I'm waiting for the characters to move on their own, and move the story forward. But I need to know them better and understand them a little more, I think, before I can really write out their actions. Is there anything I can do? Tips/Suggestions? I'm thinking that maybe I should write in different styles and try just writing more, so I can get into the mood and get more used to writing...?
Trying to write a speech about communism is harder than you think.
You've got so many ideas to explain, the concepts and restrictions, the issues involved, and a week's worth of history lessons on past and present communist societies and leaders. Even thinking about it makes my mind (and eyes) bulge and throb.
It doesn't help that I'm sick as well (if that includes having a coughing fit every five minutes or so, for two months).Writing is helping ease the stress and tension of school, and so is reading, but right now, I'm still sick and dreary-eyed so I doubt that it will be of help.
I've been feeling really creative but haven't found anything to pour out my genius-ness into. (Unfortunately.) It's kinda hard when you've been stifled up to the neck with assignments and projects from school. Bleugh.
Recently, I heard that there was a study showing that teenagers like to moan and grumble a lot. In other words, we teens complain heaps. Well, I have to say, looking at what I just wrote, I pretty much proved that true, with a wholesome 141 words, including the lovely squashed sound of a teenager being trampled by a herd of homework - 'Bleugh'. (Which probably best describes today's teenagers' attitude to everything.)
Other than complaining, I guess all I've got to say is:
(Wait for it..)
Separate names with a comma.