i’ve been absent from the interwebs lately, and some might say it’s ‘cause of the ridiculously awesome boyfriend i seem to have aquired (after much hard work, i must say). and it’s not him.
so seriously not. because did i mention the ridiculusly awesome he posesses? because it’s like his own personal mission to make sure that i do everything i set out to do (am will get her scarf sooner because of him), so if i ever said anything to the effect of “hey, i really wish i wrote more,” every night i’d get a “did you write today? you should write something before you go to bed. weren’t you thinking about a poem this morning?” sorta dialog from him where i’d be making vague agreeing noises because really, at that point in the evening, i’d really rather be falling asleep listening to sports center.
so if it’s not him, it must be me. and i don’t know what this is. because i’m always thinking about things to write about—we had our sigma tau open mic night and that usually spawns at least three poems and maybe a story and a blog post, but this time? nada.
but i have had poem ideas. and story ideas. and e’s so going to be on me in january to write, because mistakenly told him in the car a few weeks ago that i should write a book to pay off my student loans. and he agreed with me. asked me if i had an idea.
and of course i said yes, because i do, but that basicly the book was based on us and how we got together (because it was complicated and messy and internet related), and he was all “go ahead. that’s a great idea.”
what kind of guy, after the kind of rocky start we had, says “sure, write a story about that and how i didn’t know my own mind and the way you pursued me and i was just oblivious to the whole thing”
what kind of guy? oh yeah, a ridiculously awesome one. that’s right.
so, maybe i’ll start writing again. but maybe i’ll get a really awesome videogame for christmas, and that might distract me for all of break too. tough call really.
i should probably write, huh?
