I really have nothing to say, and because it’s been so long since I have posted on here. What has it been, a week? More? I dunno. Anyways, I thought I’d just type until no more words come to me. My English teacher last semester showed this to me and I do it whenever I need to brainstorm for something. I usually end of doing the brainstorming the day or so before a paper is due or a short story contest deadline, but it works for me. And I get good grades. 🙂 I will also try not to hit the backspace button. And without further ado, I will begin with this statement:
Malt Chocolate milk is NOT normal Chocolate milk.
I don’t know what it is, but it is NOT the same. And as I sit here, sipping my NOT chocolate milk in my beautiful TARDIS mug and trying not to gag, I am struck by how not normal it is. It is…. Different. I realize here that all of these sentences say the same thing in different words. How logical of me. Anyways, I think I have placed (just a second while I let my sister in; the door’s locked) what is wrong with it. It’s the malt! *feels incrediblyp rofound*
But the TARDIS is still awesome.
So the reason I’m drinking faux hot chocolate even though it is 60 degrees outside is because I stayed up late reading, lost track of time, remembered I had to take a shower because I really don’t like taking them in the morning, especially if the departure time is 7:30 a.m., and ended up sleeping with wet hair. Wet hair makes me cold for the rest of the day. Now what could have possibly engrossed me so that I forgot about personal hygiene? Why, the Hunger Games. The first one to be exact. Finished it in roughly one day and I’ve started the second. Words cannot describe how excited I am for the movie. Well, I can at least say that the amount of excitement is trivial compared to the almost nervous excitement of HP7P2, but this is the Hunger Games and that was Harry Potter. Anything that gets mentioned in the same sentence with HP means that it has something worth being excited for. Take Twilight, for example. My excitement that the last movie is coming out and that it will be over is close to the excitement I will have when Desperate Housewives finally ends. After years of having to sit through its commercials while watching LOST, I learned to despise it. As will as the KIA Sorento, which was also advertised to death. When Lost ended, Desperate Housewives was violently forced out of my mind, and I was happy. That is, until ABC decided to air Once Upon a Time in the slot right before that awful television show. Now it’s almost impossible to escape with all of those “A brand new episode of Desperate Housewives, coming up next!”s and horrendous images that make you want to fight to the pain with the Dread Pirate Roberts.
Drop your sword.
Wow, see what happens when I free write? The topic of chocolate milk has some how morphed into fighting to the pain. Perhaps I should give this to a psychiatrist and see what he makes of it. Might be entertaining.
Blegh, I just took a sip of that malt stuff. Why do I keep drinking it?
Now I can’t think of anything to say, but I am sticking true to the whole free writing thing and not stopping even though I’m writing about having nothing to write about. And now I’ve even run of things to write about that! This is pathetic.
So…. We’re getting a new dog. I suppose I could write about that. She another Corgi and her name will probably be Merry. That way we will have Merry and Pippin, our two Welsh Corgis. How adorable. Problem is, Merry is significantly smaller than Pippin, and as everybody knows, Merry’s the tall one, and Pippin’s the short one. Ah well, the dog’s also a girl, so the whole accuracy thing just got thrown out the window. And they’re both dogs. I think I should stop now.
The Come and Go Room 