Grumpy Pants

I got a little moody today. I could seem to shake myself out of it.  I tried drawing. That didn't work. I tried writing. That didn't work either. Nothing really worked and there is still a bit of pressure in my chest, I want to call it weight. I don't understand what certain things effect me so much. But a poem came out of it. I don't think it is very much, bur here it is.  I haven;t written a poem in a very long time.

Things crash, like waves on my head.

I reach for help

and I hear it wait.

Days pass, my head quakes

I reach for you

and all I hear is wait.

I wait, and nothing happened,

another foot on my heart

and still the words are wait.

I wait, while  drown,

I look around

and wait.

I watch, the rest of the birds fly around me

While they live

I wait.

I watch, all around me

In search of wings

I’ll wait.

People cut, they cheat and profit

But I am good.

I can wait.

crippled heart, eyes closed

shaking in the wind

I wait

Untill?

Moving Up to Medium

I was playing Guitar Hero today, the first one. I acquired it a couple of months ago and I realized that I had never played the first one, just dabbled in some of the newer versions without thinking about it. Well, I was playing through it today. I generally play on easy because I suck. I got all the way to the end in the career track. I should have been excited (You will learn soon that these sort of things tend to excite me). I was not. I had watched my roommate, Mel-Cat, play the day before and she got at least five more songs then I had. That was because she played on medium. The game told me that I had reached the end and listed all the cool stuff I could get if I was good enough to play on medium. I did not think that was fair. I still wanted to play so, against my better judgement, I tried the very first and presumably the easiest song. I did fine. So I played the next. I stopped at three, because I didn't want to push my luck, but I was smiling because I could play on medium.

 Now a week ago Mel-Cat asked me, if she were to start a blog, would I start one too. I told her yes but the first thing that went through my head was: What the heck am I going to blog about? Nobody is going to follow me. I am boring. Who wants to read about an overweight, poor, college kid who wants to be a writer. There are plenty of boys and girls out there that want to be writers and I bet a lot of them are so much more interesting than me.

I thought there was no way that I would be able to hold anyone's attention. But today  I got through that song on Guitar Hero, on medium, and I thought there was no way I could do that. It made me think of what else I might be able to do if I tried. This is sort of what this blog is going to be about, other than writing. I am going t to post about new things I will try. Things like crafts, cooking, baking, other art stuff. I will post writing progress, ideas, poems, excerpts and any other random accomplishments. I am done sitting around and letting all the trying get done by everyone else. I, Leelee, a moving up to medium.