Hi everyone else who is writing their blogs last minute like me!! Hehe, I actually find it kind of exciting. Like waiting to the final day the homework is due to turn it in, or rushing to class deliberately when you know you have 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 seconds left. It’s the dorky kind of intense, but hey, at least I’m not some drama hungry psycopath or pathological lier to make my life interesting. I’m totally real, what you see is what you get. That’s just how it goes.
So! A new topic! I’m watching flashforward, and it’s averagely interesting. Semi-predictable, a little overdramatic at times. But I really like the guy who is the same actor who played Charlie from lost. Holy Oh My God, that show used to be amazing. USED to be, now it’s just rediculous. I suppose it ended after the third or second season, the actual likeableness of it. Not it’s just really obnoxious and annoying and really REALLY dramatic. Not like “look, a fire!” but like “Ohman! We’re gonna die We’re gonna die We’re gonna die We’re gonna die HELP ME HELP ME HEELLLPPPP ME! NOW! *makes dramatic dying noises before sitting up again* Oh wait, nevermind, that wasn’t a REAL fire, that was just the smoke monster turned person going on a wild toothless rampage dressed as a gorilla who is dressed as a cat. My bad, I get those two confused sometimes.”
Yep, it IS that bad. (okay, maybe not, but I feel it would be appropriate to be overdramatic while describing that show, just to prove the irony.)
Ahhh, this is really long. INSANELY long. It’s a giant ramble, and I still need to comment. So, here’s how it’s gonna go; I’m going to turn all of this into a random-poem. Just please, don’t expect it to be good. Just because this sucks doesn’t mean my other poems suck. Really. Go look at them, not whatever this monstrosity is going to be.
She sings of a song
a beautiful dream
even though her throat breaks
inbetween every rest she takes
The music plays on
he’s sitting in the front row
she focuses anywhere else
tries not to lose all sense of self
Her father, he plays
a weeping guitar
Her mother is gone
replaced by a brilliant star
The father of her mother
was a man of war
Bombs fly in the air
children grow up learning to swear
Family can be a tree
or a long twisted vine
thank god her family
is nothing like mine