Thing a Week 37: I put the wrong number on last week.

This is kind of a crappy piece, but it's all I have right now. it sprung from a conversation that I had with my brother, and I wanted to see if I could translate into a decent short story.

You know what happens when you save the world? It keeps going. and after it's continued keeping going, it changes, and you become unnecessary. It doesn't help when the peril isn't readily visible, and people are able to rationalize themselves into believing that you didn't do anything.
But trust me when I say, I saved the world. And no, you won't be able to avoid having me tell you about it.
For the sake of my own sanity, I'm going to assume that you know what nanobots are. If you don't, leave right now and don't come back until you've figured out the basics of not being illiterate in the 21st century. Seriously, you need to catch on some reading material.

I'm going to have to finish this up next week.

Thing a Week 36: Not gonna say it

Ever wondered what it would feel like to walk across the U.S? Just grab some shoes, fill a back pack, and start hiking? There's a certain mythos, I think, in our sedentary culture, that celebrates the kind of person it takes to do something that stupid and awesome.

I want to be that person. I want to join the cycle of awesome stupidity. I want to be able, someday, to be at a dinner party, and overhear someone complaining about how much they have they walk around at their job, and I want to look them in the eye, squint in a manly manner, and say, in my gratuitously gravelly voice, "Try walking across America" And then every bald eagle in the surrounding 49 1/2 states would simultaneously explode from the awesome, softly weeping proud, proud tears.

SOME DAY I WILL BE THAT PERSON

Thing a Week 35: Late again

I'm late again, but I just had few points that I thought were kind of interesting, that I wanted the world to be aware of.

1. A bad simile is like a unicorn on a motorcycle fighting a grizzly bear in a hang glider: It just doesn't make sense... No matter how good it sounds.
2. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but when you combine them, you can make a catapult. I think that further experimentation may be required.
3. Often, people make me do things I don't really want to do at all. When I ask them why, they tell me it's because I need to learn how to these things for later in life. I respond that I don't mind paying other people to do things I hate, and they tell me to get to work. From this, I deduce the following:

• People like to watch me doing things I hate.

That's all I got for now.

Thing a Week 34: An Ultimatum. Of Sorts.

Yes, it's late, sorry, but at least I posted something else that could be read while I wrote this. I went to an activity this week, and I spent quite of my time there in a tired haze, gazing about my surroundings like a sheep that's been fed sleep medication (I haven't really slept in the last week, hooray for education). And as I was thusly engaged, I had thoughts about fashion, mainly my lack thereof. I therefore decided to write the following piece:

As I look around, I find my bodies coverings being relegated to the archives of antiquity. It is not done out of malice, nor is it deliberate. It is, I suppose, a march of progress. Salutary in it's way, but destined to have casualties in the flannel fields where the fashion unconscious lie. Still, if I am to be filed and drawered in the sepia cabinets of the past, at least I can find comforts in their wintered greys and bleached browns, in the monochrome tones of times long past. Certainly, I may be dowdy to the Victorians that share my filing cabinet, but it will hardly be a change.
AND THEREFORE, for myself and any who to join me, I hereby proclaim: From this point forth, let my words, my actions, and my hollow pronouncements declare my individualities, for my wardrobe surely will not. And if my husk should scare away those who would judge me...

Life Happens.

Not a thing a week!

SO, I've been kind of sucking at updating, and I wrote this, and I like it (at one in the mrning) and I thought I'd try to make up a bit for that with a mid week post. Next up date will be as scheduled, hopefully. By the way, all the misspellings this time aren't because I'm to lazy to proofread. THey're a sophisticated authorial method to show emotion and exhaustion not just jsut through the words i type, buit the type them. And im bad at proof reading.

It's 12:41 and, my eyes are slowly beign consumed by hell flames. It's not that late. It's not that late. I'm not that Tired. It's not that late. I could go all night. My eyes really hurt. it feels like weasels jelly is scratching my eyes. I'm not that tired. It'snot that late. I still have another 10 math problems to do I should work on that I need to work on that why am I not working on that. My hands

are
moving


so


slowly.

Im not tiredits'no tthatl at e. I still

Have to do 3 or eight chapters of world history too. I don't think my frame is capable of physically containing my stress levles right i wish i drank caffeine so i could go and drink some caffeine but i don't i can't i really really really want two liters of mountain and lots of sugar istill have wrok to do.


It's not that late.

I'm going to fall alseep tomorrow.

I need some eye drops.