When I grow up, I want to be

Andy Rooney. Don't ask, just think about it... it makes sense to me =D
Allow me the space for one quote: "Notice I'm using 'himself or herself' so people don't accuse me of being sexist. I am sexist, I just don't want to be accused of it." Classic. I want his job. A lot.

The Sox, as far as I know, are currently ahead by one. After this, I'm going to go watch, and finish my homework. Or try. I'm just giving up on my Precalc for the night... because I don't have time to try XD I could have done it instead of decorating a Halloween gingerbread house (pics to come?) but I didn't want to. Oh well.

I don't think I've ever posted two days in a row. Wow.

See, maybe, when I'm Andy Rooney, I can actually comment on crazy weird stuff like Tim Burton gingerbread houses and how ridiculously ridiculous the Red Sox are.
AND I can rant on about other people's grammar mistakes.
Or talk about how the world should write all memos in outline format.
Or both!

I wonder what my guidance counselor would say if I told her that I want to major in the last 5 minutes of 60 Minutes. Normally, I have a lot of conversations with adults that go like this:
THEM: Oh, you're a junior? Since I forget what it was like to be a teenager and have nothing else to talk about, I'll make polite conversation about colleges, because I'm sure you love telling every person you meet about your personal goals and plans for your future. So, what are your interests? What do you want to major in?
ME: Thank you so much for your genuine interest in my future! However, since I'm not even 16 yet, I'm not entirely sure about what I would like to do for the next few decades of my life. If I were, though, I would gladly tell you, so you could give your opinion about things that don't concern you in any way.
THEM: You're not sure yet?
ME: Nope.
THEM: Oh. I think I'll pause for a moment to indicate disapproval. You, obviously, are either mentally handicapped, unmotivated, or an up-in-coming criminal/addict, and you should really have decided these matters a number of years ago. But, that's alright, since you can always decide what you want to do after you start college... I suppose.

Naturally, I exaggerate. Many of the adults I talk to actually do agree with me on this matter XD But for the ones that don't, if I use the Andy Rooney Theorem (that's what I'm calling it now), I may get something like this:
THEM: Oh, you're a junior? Since I forget what it was like to be a teenager and have nothing else to talk about, I'll make polite conversation about colleges, because I'm sure you love telling every person you meet about your personal goals and plans for your future. So, what are your interests? What do you want to major in?
ME: Thank you so much for your genuine interest in my future! In fact, I would like to be Andy Rooney, so I'm looking at colleges that will allow me to pursue this lifelong dream.
THEM: I'll pause for a moment out of disbelief/confusion. Perhaps I'll laugh skeptically. Andy Rooney? Really? You mean, you'd like to be a reporter? Or maybe a journalist?
ME: No. I want to be Andy Rooney. But since I am clearly not Andy Rooney, I would very much like to have his job on 60 Minutes.
THEM: Really? Hmm. I don't know how to react to this, so maybe I'll end this conversation quickly and back away. Well, it was lovely talking with you. Goodbye!
ME: Pleasure to meet you. Please don't speak to me again.

I have high hopes.

L

XP

1. Some day I'll write a blog post completely devoted to the wonders of outlining. I know I've ranted on about it a few times, but I'd like to do it again. Not today, but someday.
2. I lied. See, it just makes it so easy to organize my thoughts. I opened a new post and I said to myself, I think I'll write it as an outline. The funny part is that I don't know what "it" is about yet. Just typing about insignificant things, even if I've talked about them at least a dozen times before, helps me think. The general sloshing of thoughts in my brain stops spinning just a little bit so I can get things typed out... And that's when I write some of my best material.
3. Here we go, something I'd like to talk about. I haven't written all that much lately, at least creatively. It used to be my favorite thing to do... ever... but in these past few years it just hasn't happened. Poetry used to just work for me, and my thoughts used to be so much clearer so I could actually define them well enough to put them to words. It's strange, but ever since I got so in to music four or so years ago, I just don't feel the need to express my emotions in words... because music has already done that for me. As much as I love that, I sort of miss writing.
4. I'm having a lot of ideas tonight. This one just came to me. Since this blog has no specific/useful purpose, I'll use it for creative writing. Now that I've said this, I'm probably never going to do it, but at least I can find evidence of my good intentions, right =)
   
5. Alright. I'll start now. Right this minute. Random poetry straight out of my head. (Note: Almost everything that I blog about comes straight from my mind at that exact moment, no editing involved, so you're gaining an inside look at my thought process. I don't know whether to apologize or congratulate you, but it is what it is.)
6. Poem time. Here goes nothing. Seriously. I have no idea what's coming out, but it's going to come anyways. enjoy.

Blank, blank mind,
vague buzzing of guitars from earbuds like smooth
plastic bees lodged in each ear.
blank like the dark view out of the window, 8:08 PM
the glass mirrors the image of the lamp, but beyond
the shapes of trees are masked, pressed into the black curtain,
sculpted in relief onto the night, in my mind's eye
are they stone, lifeless, until the sun strikes each leaf,
throws the outlines into sight?
maybe the blankness isn't
quite so blank.
so much going on that the surface seems solid and impenetrable,
like tightly woven fabric of threads of thoughts,
maybe a stray thread, snagged up and pulled,
(is the only thing that we can perceive)
gently tugged away from the whole,
slowly unraveling the rest...
and then what happens when the fabric is gone, unraveled, lost to history in the nighttime of the skull?
a very long thread. do with it what you will. Or weave it back up again.

1. Well that was certainly... interesting. Maybe I actually will do this more often. You never know where an outline will go, eh XD?
2. TBS is having technical difficulties, therefore I can't watch the Sox game which started at... 8:07. (it's 8:28 at the moment) I really wish I saw the last few innings of that last game... down by seven in the seventh... They're something else, I know that much. Anyways, I think I'll go old school and tune in on the radio =). This involves leaving the computer, so I must make my farewells and depart.
3. Farewell. I am departing.

L