p.s. wow look at all the things I can do to this.
The First Impression
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What am I doing? ...There's an open document at my screen. What do I do with it?
I want to put up something, but on the other hand I want to investigate. (haha) ...
Well maybe I'll see if I can wip up something fabulous!
Yeah! Maybe, I can make something simple, something likeable. Despite my horrible mispellings!
Lets make this into something that could go on (and on?) and be laughed at later.
...
I feel like I have missed something.
...Let's turn on some more music.
That's better!...
Several times I have already gone back and added or changed something. (It begins!)
Really, I just want to begin to feel that author's spirit. Maybe make a habit now.
...After surfing my web for a while now, this typing is hurting my wrist. Doesn't help I draw so much does it?
ahaha....
I suddenly want a spell check. Not that I will make much more effort with this in that direction.
...I suddenly wanted to add some sort of "face" to my words.
THAT WILL NOT DO!
(haha)
I think I will keep at this. Ignore my pain (it's slight).
Ah- the song ended. A short bit away from this document and already my mind fills with unimportant-unhappy thoughts.
...The videos on Youtube now-a-days are slow to load.
(haha)
An idea to type comes, but as I start to try and type it down my mind follows with another idea.
I'm confused but as any can see I continued to type.
(suddenly) I'm interupted by the opening of my door. (unimportant events take place) Now I am back to my screen.
A pause to try to think of the first idea.
...Something about a paradox.
Those are cool and intersting right? (sure)
...
Having gazed at what I have written, I feel like I must go back to the beginning, I feel that I have left something open or unfinished up there. ...
Of course that is what this whole thing is...Though this sounds like some sort of diary or journal. (It is not, nothing significant has been typed!) I hope I'm not destined for trouble.
I just reread what I just wrote. (typed) So sure this will be interesting to others! (haha). Would type what else by brain finally let me think through but It seems to have flown off.
Like a bird.
Is it time for a random poem?
...perhaps not.
...
I sound so dull. What do I do?
....
Oh. Music.
Much better. Now my mind flows (if not awkardly and annoyingly).
Am I able to make something as simple as simply writing out some random babble and talking about it and the process any way exciting?
Can my so-called "paradoxes" be understood?
This music. I love it.
...Maybe I can talk about myself...
But am I intersting?
(ha) I don't even "sound" like me in this thing. (yes thing)
...Maybe it is because some one (a close friend since you probably NEEDEDE to know haha) said I looked British yesterday.
I am not.
...
I...I am from Louisiana....Arkansas....
(How scary)
I have just asked myself when is this going to end and I answered "not soon".
...
oh dear. And it seems I am creating a lot of empty spaces to make this bigger. Larger. Obtuse. What a vocabulary I have!
And dear self, if this turns out to be a long document. would anyone not read it simply for lenght? (maybe for incorrect spelling)
But anyways self, I am quite proud to have written ANYTHING. Anything at all. (get ready for true colors to be ...glimpsed)
Ah but self maybe it was the practice (such fun) that I had with my good friend. (no names hahah) Roleplaying is quite fun, but tiring when only one person does most of the story.
I can explain a little. Me and my good friend have found Facebook an easy way to communicate with out relying on phones. Pause for music.
...
We both desire to be wonderful story tellers. And often we find great practice in one anothers company. (and music ah) We decided to make up a short story every so often including which ever characters we felt we needed to practice "being". Sadly I am more experienced. (being older should not have anything to do with it!)
pause again for music....I wish for faster loading.
Sometimes my computer worries me. They slow down bit by bit. I hate it...They are machines and should not age.
(I have said something silly, forgive me please).
A "hm" came when I thought a thought that had actually been thought of a little bit ago. This first entry. First Experimentation. (retype font in italics) Feels rather like a introduction. A first impression maybe. Lets hope I'm well recieved because for now this is all I shall do.
For if I am. Well.
Thankyou music.
(and now I add my own personal line, one that I give at the end of every submission I have on DA)
Thank you and Goodbye for Now.
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