!Warning!: Complaining ahead
Do you ever sit at the computer and stare at your blog, or something you just wrote? I do. All the time. I sit and I re-read every stinking entry I ever made, and then I critique it until I find that every lame sentence I wrote makes for one humongous trashy post! Awful grammar, spelling, punctuation, and worst of all, awful writing! It's depressing. Especially since all of my older siblings have this knack for writing highly amusing, quality and (at times) wise posts. Yeah I know, they're older, but somehow that doesn't help. Boy, being negative really doesn't help either, does it?
Okay I admit, I read a whole book last night. I was awake until 4:30 AM.
You know what I just realized? I realized that this is one of those posts that will look like I'm complaining, because I am. Sorry, don't worry, life is a whole lot better then I make it out to be. Journals and blogs are just the places I go to lament about my life. You know the complaining debut. Feels good. Sometimes. No response needed. :)
Welcome, welcome.
You have found your self here: on Ellie's semi-kept-up blog.
Lots of tidbits and nothingness reside here. Don't feel obligated to read anything.
If you're interested, here's a random blog I wrote (+photos) while traveling in New Zealand in 2012: newsieland.wordpress.com
With love,
Ellie
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Oh Ellie, Oh Ellie! Where art thou Ellie?!
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2 comments:
Hey Elle, nothing wrong with complaining. I'm the queen of it all. Right now I complain that I'm tired, I have a fat butt (that will not look good bikini clad in Hawaii) and a lot of reading homework to do that I can't do until Jeremy finishes watching his poo-headed movie about the vietnam war, that has been playing for the last two hours at least. *STILL NOT OVER*
I have finished reading three books and am on to my fourth since moving up here. Riding the MAX to and from school every day gives me lots of time to invest.
Oh, and I don't have an amazing blog. I only have a headache.
Oh, I'm sorry Care. I completely sympathize. Sometimes I wish I could smack my life and tell it to knock it off! Heh, if only.
About the bikini butt... just be happy you don't have mine! :)
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