Writer's Wing

If you will allow me any of my own wants, emotions, beliefs or actions, then you open yourself, so that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. -from the introduction of "Please Understand Me"

Monday, April 04, 2005

Deviantart- Omnipotents Needed

Yelling is not nearly so effective, especially in writing, when you don’t know the last name of the person you’re yelling at. Not that the person i’m yelling at reads this anyway, or even knows it exists, but it would make me feel better to yell at them anyway. So you had better get yourself a name on deviantart already, because the old username you thought you might have had does not exist in any form, i tell you! You’ve been saying you need to get one for ages, and you said just two days ago that you’ve written a lot of poetry lately, so Create A Username, for cripes sake! I think thats part of the reason i hang around online even when i’ve run out of sites to check, because i think that some omnipotent being will somehow communicate to me that you have a username and what it is. It would be much easier and more realistic if you would just get a name and tell me what it is! And if you don’t do it soon, I may just get one of my technologically savvy friends to tell me how to create a virus so i can send it to your account when you eventually get it, like you were afraid i’d do. So there!

That’s better. I’d feel much better if i knew they had a new account, and what it was, but that will have to do for now, as i won’t see them again till Friday at work. :-P. Oh, speaking of deviantart and work, i had the two nicest guys come through my line the other day (yesterday, i think it was). They reminded me of the guys from secondhand lions, actually, though i didn’t realize that till they left (more celebrities, must make a note of that). Anyway, it turns out they were both substitute teachers, so they were asking me questions about what school i went to, which led to my favorite subjects, which led to how i loved to write. And they were very encouraging of my writing, they even said they’d check up on me to make sure i kept writing. Apparently, theres another cashier who likes to write (i didn’t know that. I know theres a bagger whos a poet *cough* who needs a name on deviantart *cough*. From what he said, i think he was talking about aleasha, anywya) and he checks up on her too. Anyway, they were just really nice and friendly and sweet.

Hmm. Not much really happened today, except for computers in general being absolutely horrible. Long complicated story, thats really very upsetting , so i won’t bother going into details. Just know that computers (at home, high school, and college) are not my friends today. Oh, show choir went very well. We learned the rest of joyful, which is so much fun, and reviewed what we learned of my dance. Oh, i just realized, i knew i forgot something. I skipped an itsy bitsy arm motion between the half jazz square and the charleston. Hehe. Oops. Oh well. Aaaaaaaaaand..........yah, thats all.


We will live together as brothers or perish together as fools.

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