Important ANNOUNCEMENT. Not really.
DramaTweets
For a Good Cause...
As I've mentioned in most of my social networking accounts, I'll be giving up my internet life for the next two days. How that idea got into my head, I completely forgot. :-(
And since I have this innate ability to over-dramatize every single thing in my life, this affects me more than it should.
Point is, I started panicking early this evening because I had no idea of what I'd do without the web. Sure, I've gone for weeks not going online sometime in the past few months but c'mon, I had school stuff I could bury myself under. This 'un is different on twenty different levels.
So I made a list of what I could do:
- Go sketch something.
- Chronicle every move you make.
- Learn at least three songs on the guitar.
- Read a book.
- Think of a YouTube skit.
- Rinse, and repeat as often as needed.
I started drawing this Rant-inspired picture. I'll finish it tomorrow. Extremely relevant since it's Easter-ish. Palahniuk's pretty addictive... or this is probably because I'm prone to idol worship.
Pretty pointless but it'll keep me occupied.
Oh wait. I need the internet to search for chords. Oh wait. I can search them now. Next?
I've read all my books. And then re-read them at least once. This would mean I'm stuck with my mom's John Grisham collection. Not that Grisham's horrible. He's pretty good, actually. Oh well.
Everybody's doing it. YouTube-ing, I mean.
What on earth did I get myself into? Oh well. God died for me, the least I can do is die Online. What a good Catholic girl I am.
See yah on Sunday.
~A DramaQueen on hibernation
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A Poem
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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