Wednesday, March 9, 2011

22 Hours

Today I shall spend around 22 hours on a bus. Well, technically today and tomorrow. This means I will be spending a lot of time with no computer, and no internet in general. I will most likely listen to music and write. Maybe play a few games on my iPod?
It's funny to think that at one point iPod didn't exist. I don't like how everyone seems to rely on electronics, but I can't lie, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my iPod. It's like a really good friend too me, no matter how pathetic that sounds...

There's something that I've always had trouble with. I've always had trouble with grasping the fact that my life is most likely going to be boring and average. I just keep hoping that something interesting will happen, some intricate plot. But I know that I'm just going to get a job, get a place to stay, and live life like every other person. How boring. It's because I watch too many movies and read too many books. Sometimes I'll close my eyes and imagine all these perfect little scenes in my head. Maybe that's why I write, to get all my thoughts and wishes out on to paper. To escape. Anything can happen in a story. You can meet anyone you want, go anywhere you want, do anything you want. Sadly, you and I both know that real life doesn't work this way. I mean, if it did, I'd feel really sorry for Johnny Depp and Julia Roberts and people like that, they'd have thousands of people showing up to meet them non stop. They're already swarmed with fans of course, but now the fans could meet anyone they want whenever they want! What a nightmare!
Half of my stories I don't let anyone see. Frankly, it's really bad writing. The characters can be to perfect, there are plot holes, stuff that could never happen. It's not that I can't write well, because I can. If I spend time to put together a good story, I don't care if people read it. I write a lot of stories for myself though, so I don't care how unrealistic they are. Once I read a story I wrote a long time ago, and it made me laugh how bad it was! It was like something you'd find on Fanfiction.net written by a teenage girl. That's why I never read one of my personal stories more than once.
Today I think I shall spend time on a good story. One that I could show to somebody if I really wanted to. Though of course, I won't. At least not while I'm in the room. That is just weird. Have you ever had someone read something you wrote, like a letter or something, while you were in the room? It's weird!

Well, it's decided. I shall work on a good story today. I haven't got anything better to do for 22 hours... 

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