Wordplay: Worrying on so many levels...

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

Worrying on so many levels...

I swear, I have some kind of blogging addiction! It is ridiculous. Even if I do not have anything in particular to say, I still end up posting the equivilant of an A5 sheet of paper! What the hell?

Anyway, I have officially decided that the computers at my school are a waste of time, space and money. They are slower than a bloody snail, and run Windows Vista Business, I mean, I ask you! Vista? Why the hell install Microsoft's shittest OS when Windows 7, a feat of absolute genius, came out in just over three months?! Seriously! They are heaving with bugs, and I could happily thrown every single one of them into a roaring fire, where they belong. I normally love computers, especially Hammond, but when they lose half a term's work, I'm not best pleased. And the bloody restrictions meant that I couldn't scour the system properly to look for it. Stupid bloody pieces of crap. I could go on, but I expect that I will slip into computer speak, and will not stop until about one o'clock tomorrow morning..

Changing the subject, I wonder why I always want to write sad stories..It is somewhat worrying. I am beginning to search for inspiration for a new story and I am always drawn to such that is emo, or sad. But I produce good quality stuff, so I'm okay with it. I love writing. T'is a release of all the built up creativity and thoughts. Fantastic.

In fact, I think that is what I am going to go and do now. Goodnight x

1 comment:

Claire Alexandra18 March 2010 at 20:02
I LOVE YOU.
and blogging addiction is awesome
as are your stories ;) x
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"Do you see, Arren, how an act is not, as young men think, like a rock that one picks up and throws, and it hits or misses, and that's the end of it. When the rock is liften the earth is lighter, the hand that bears it heavier. When it is thrown the circuits of the stars respond, and where it strikes or falls the universe is changed. On every act the balance of the whole depends. The wind and seas, the powers of water and earth and light, all that these do, and all that the beasts and green things do, is well done and rightly done. All these act within the Equilibrium. From the hurricane and the great whale's sounding to the fall of a dry leaf and the gnat's flight, all they do is done within the balance of the whole. But we, in so far as we have power over the world and over one another, we must learn to do what the lead and the whale and the wind do of their own nature. We must learn to keep the balance. Having intelligence, we must not act in ignorance. Having choice, we must not act without responsibility. Who am I - though I have the power to do it - to punish and reward, play with men's destinies?" SPARROWHAWK, "THE EARTHSEA TRILOGY: THE FARTHEST SHORE"