Random Rant from Me and DAVE

I am having serious writer’s block. But its not really writer’s block, its extreme lack of motivation or caring about any form of homework today whatsoever. But if I said that then people might get the wrong idea, so I’m going with writer’s block.

 I don’t know about any of you but I am really ready for Christmas. 2018. Christmas 2018 sounds a lot better than this Christmas. Because in 2018 I will be 22 and almost through college hopefully and not sitting in my messy room with a headache and a boatload of homework and a bazillion problems of life to ponder and two dogs barking, and a stuffy nose. And maybe, just maybe I would be writing something that actually means something, but I’m sure that this means something to somebody, if only to me. Writing is a release, a way of talking when no one else will listen. You’ve always got a blank page to confide in and it’s surprising how a blank page can be such a good listener when it has no ears, no eyes, and no voice. But still, writing something out often helps me deal with it. Like tonight. I could be burdening one of my friends with this pointless ramble but instead I’m just here chillin’ with my piece of paper. He’s an awesome piece of paper. He needs a name though.

 I’m gonna name you DAVE! Everybody who is reading this, the paper you are reading is named DAVE. In all caps. Yep. Hi DAVE!

 Hi Laura!

DAVE says hi!

Anywho, DAVE and I are having way more fun complaining about my life than we would be if I was trying to actually write something with a plot or a pattern.

Plots and patterns are all very well on some days, but on others they just don’t seem to help all that pent up soul debris work its way out. My soul debris is actually almost gone. But I have one more thing to say.

 

IRELAND. I’m gonna go there someday. End of story.