After a rather nice morning stroll through the forest, a few thoughts rants and stories writen I sat down for a rather yummy breakfast. food for thought, or food to fuel a new rant of mine. Here I will continue my goal for today to write 10 short thoughs, roughtly around 600 words each enough to pose an argument, or enough space to ramble on. So far today I have writen three and have added a few of my resent favourites to the last post. Why not celebrate something I am proud of by reblogging? It is not as though reading it again will me ash in your mouth.
title: editing my essays
After breakfast things move slow, I had so much ambition to get things done today and yet I am stuck in this pit of like whatever, what is the point of carrying on. I am trying to stay focused trying to reach the seemingly unreachable. somemethods I have for writting is writng the same paragraph over and over again until it is somehow better and all the cluncky parts just fizzle out. This method I used a lot in high school, with the essays I had to write. I would write out the essay and then just right the same paragraph over and over again until it bought on its own sort of magical light. This proved useful as my teacher really liked the paragraphs that I had written again and again. A way to fix things but without putting too much thought into it.
This has proved much more tediuse with longer writings, as writing ten times the amount of paragraphs that a piece of writing will have, can be a process. But I feel as though at some point that I will have to do this if I want to bring my rambles into something more readable. though at the momemnt I like the mix of ramble to something more consise. Maybe this will be my style of writing? maybe this is how I will get things done? maybe this is a good thing, to not follow the rules that have been set out infront of me.
Title: split bill
Where was I something about pork? I really don’t like shredded ham on pizza, so many times as a child I have had shredded ham. And felt bloated and not well. I think good food should leave you feeling well and happy like the delicious nepalise food I had last night and there was a split bill that we had last night and I don’t think we handled it the best when the cashier started to get confused. I think he had a learning disability and I have been in that situation as a cashier when I add something up wrong and then struggle to do basic math because my brain has turned to jelly. I wanted to solve it and make it simple for him, but so did my friends and that didn’t help the cashier with us all talking at once. I am thinking that a good way to not only solve it but to make it a less stressful situation for the cashier would be to make everyone take a break. “okay this will take a moment to sort out, but before we do that lets take a break. The lovely gentelman was nice enough to let us split the bill for the nice meal we have had. ” “friend, would you like to tell me your method of bill splitting so then we can repeat it nice and calmly to the lovely gentelman who is letting us split the bill?” then we would discuss my friends method, I would add whatever points. and with our organised method My friend would relay it back to the cashier. And done. Less stress, everyone happy, If only split bills worked that easily.
Title: I am but a simple milk maiden
I sat there crying my eyes out, what did I know about vampires? what did I know about the demans that lurk at night. I was but a simple milk maiden. An a-sexual, simple, milk maiden. who knew so little of the word, but had high speed internet to search up cake recipies. So I was a cake conasure, a-sexual, simple, milk maiden. Did I mention that I dressed super femme. I was but a simple a sexual, super femme, cake conassure milk maiden. who knew so little about vampiers. And yet I had been called into the town this evening asked to battle the undead. how did they come to the conclustion that I – but a simple a-sexual, super femme, cake conassure milk maiden. who knew so little about vampiers. – To fight the undead. So I walked into town, carring a wooden pole thinggy that I carry to hold milk with. And placed it down in the town square, I gave the milk to the shop keepers who handed me coins in exchange. I then walked into the town square where people where gathering, many faces. There she is! I heard voices say. and wispering amongst the crowd. Come here, step to the front young lady where we can all see you.
I stood on the stage and looked around, it seemed like everyone in town and the sourrounding farms had gathered, this was more people than I had seen at the town dance last summer where I felt the happiest I had ever felt with my pink and purple dress, laying down in the hay with friends for a rest after so much dancing and giggling. Young lady we have some questions for you. I was so confused, I had never been the centre of attention even amongst my small ground of friends. As I was but a simple a-sexual, super femme, cake connoisseur milk maiden. who knew so little about vampires.
And so I stood there looking bashful at the many onlookers. Young child we have gathered here today as there has been some concern with the vampires that live over the far hill. They do not normally bother us, but something recently has given us great concern. Young child, the mayor of the town, held my hand. And then with his other pointed at the wall behind us, the old stone wall, that had stood the test of time, most likely build when people first settled in this area. On the bricks carved into the stone and then painted read in the carvings was: We want to speak to the Milk Maiden, regards the vampires!
This was pretty clear as I was the only milk maiden in the village that they would want to speak to me. But why? I told the townfolk that I did not know what this was about and that I was but a simple a-sexual, super femme, cake connoisseur milk maiden. who knew so little about vampires. But from the mutterings and chatter it seemed clear that whatever this was about they wanted me to fix it.
BENT ON LOVE 