Ladies and gentlemen, I have finally caught a hold of that flighty mistress indecision and I have decided that I am not to go to the governor’s school. I’m just not cut out to live at school at the age of younger than 18. I just can’t do it, and I am going to tell you why.
Need I say anything else? I think I shall….Let’s start with the drama kids shall we? They are all irritating and they know that I don’t like them, because they just annoy me. The dancers, I don’t mind because I don’t know any. The music people? Don’t get me started on the band people at school. And then you have the visual artists who aren’t bad…obviously, considering my best friend in the whole wide world’s one!!!! *grin* Anyway. Last group? The writers. Need I say anything else? Yes, because I am going to add a whole paragraph about it.
I tell you what, writer’s are the moodiest people around, like, no lie. No offense strugglingwriter, you are not included in this. Teen writers are the ones that I am referring to. Especially the poets. The “My life sucks, could you kill me, because no one wants me and everyone wants me dead” poets. Well, if you keep putting out poetry like that, everyone will want you dead, me included. The teen writer’s are usually insecure, but I tell you what, if they find another writer, they jump on them, like buzzards on a carcass. I had a girl tell me the other day that she was a writer. I straight up stared at her like she had leprosy. I really could care less if someone else is a writer. I don’t do those little critique groups. I write, I edit, I send in for publishing…admittedly, I have never done that last step, because my projects get abandoned pretty fast….
Anyway. Listening to Vanessa Carlton. Yeah!