Embellishing comes naturally, I think. When we write a blog post wherever we tend to be like ‘Today I went out with A and B, B was late again she’s such a whore like that, coming only she feels like it, and A was starting to look lobsterlike from waiting under the sun for too long and I had gotten so hungry I felt like I could fuckin’ eat her if push came to shove…’ when it really is just ‘Today A, B and I went out. B was late. A was getting sunburned and I starved the whole time waiting’.
I shall try this exercise on what I did today.
'I went to Starbucks to settle some school administration matters online with my friend. Then we ate fried chicken for lunch'— its a little like reading a coroner's report. Only its about people who are still alive.
HOW TO SPOT THE STUFF YOU SHOULDN'T BOTHER READING
"Mum?" Harry James Potter headed upstairs in his family’s manor. His long time boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, followed him.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Lily Potter appeared at the top of the stairs. "Hello, Draco."
Draco smiled. “Hi, Lily.”
"What’s going on?"
"Draco’s father just got in touch with us. Peter Pettigrew and Albus Dumbledore escaped from Azkaban!"
In an instant, Lily’s entire attitude changed. “Harry, take Draco to your room. Stay there for now. I’ll send your brothers and sister up there in just a minute.”
-Twisted, angelgirl3686 via fanfiction.net
That was the first paragraph of the very first chapter, like, the first thing you’re assaulted with- okay I get that its fanfiction so its up to you and…all that, but you don’t just throw this at me and and- hurl me so abruptly away from Canon Galaxy with a super-powered space catapult. I mean, who does that?!
Yesterday night, I slammed a dictionary against a fly and now its remains lay flattened against my rose white bedroom walls, its insect-soul already on its way to heaven while I live in pathetic consolation that ‘it didn’t feel a thing, I bet’.
Sometimes, the everyday ongoings in my life still make my eyes bug out in a Pillsbury moment.
'She told me to leave her alone. I AM SO BLOODY IMPORTANT AND SHE TOLD ME TO LEAVE HER ALONE,' said my mum, after my 'vicious' text due to severe lapse in judgment. 'Let's see how she gets by AFTER I LEAVE HER ALONE OH YOU'LL BE JUST FINE I'M SURE,' in a smattering of Malay+English. Notice the sarcasm; I am so allowed to blame my current issues on my mother. She’s had that on me since I was 5, possibly.
I wish I could install a GPS tracking device on the NERDCARD. Which would be epic cool, cos then I’ll really be able to track down its progress like how those scientists do on baboons and whales. Anyhow, Patient Zero has completed her, er, square and will be mailing it on SOON which is very exciting news. More exciting news:
Premiering over YouTube on July the Twenty Second. Woah yeah!
I’ll be taking the train to school every morning, just a 30 minute or so ride amongst everybody else. I won’t have a roomate, because I won’t be boarding because, well, my house isn’t really very far away. I’ll lug around my books and laptop just as I have for the past 6 ish years of my education. I’ll have the same friends just as I have for the past few years, because we’ve been streamed into this route from an early age, like a sieve. If they are not the exact same people, they would be very similar, bright eyed and resigned. We are so pretentious of our joy at having reached so far we retch at ourselves and think quietly that there’s something more out there, something we’ve always felt as children. But we’re not children anymore, we are infantile adults, on our toes grasping at things we know we can never have, but still want.