Giving...

...Up.

Yes, you thought this was going to be a lovely post about thanksgiving and all that, but that's for tomorrow, or thursday.
Today I'm going to cry.

there are eight days left, eight days until i cry all night, scream all day, and hate myself for a year.
Because there is no way that i can write 17646 words in eight days.

I have been slacking off, not writing a single word all last week.
I told myself, It's pointless, you'll never finish anyways, so you may as well sit and watch Mythbusters.
So I did. Sort of.

Because in my head, Solace and Noah are positively screaming for attention, and I have ignored them.
I will probably almost definitely fail.

but I will not lie down and cry.

I will go out screaming in a blaze of fire

Obscurity

Oh Internet!
Why must you mock me? I flip through webpages and blogs, reading what others write. Some sites are so popular, with hundreds of followers and fans.
Others (like me) wallow in obscurity, maybe three people reading our lives.

Does this sound shallow?
I guess so. I don't mean it that way. I just wish I knew their secrets.

This blog has gotten 136 hits so far, the majority consisting of me. Thats sad.
I don't think I want FAME fame, I just want to know that someone out there is listening, and I'm not just typing out my opinions and views for nobody but a computer that doesn't care to see.

Is that so wrong?

Lady Elisabeth