This is a short poem describing despair. I wrote it during the winter of 2010, when I was...well... despairing.
Despair~
Despair, the darkest emotion
It leaves you feeling lifeless, and
it takes your breath away.
Your drive in life is taken, your
will to live is gone.
As of late, my writing has been giving me a bit of trouble. I mean. I'm sitting here trying to write a blog post that's worth reading. I have seven draft essays that are all on different subjects but for some reason none of them seem adequate to me.
So tonight I decided to do something I've never done before.
I turned on some 80's jams, and started rocking out. Suddenly, my writing....
Still sucked.
But at least I was having fun. And by having fun, I mean... headbanging, blowing out my eardrums, miniature dance parties in my room... the works.
I'm gonna be honest. There's just something about 80s music that.... it just...
You really got me! You really got me! You really got me!
It gives me this attitude. You know. The one? The "nobody mess with me or I'll give you what for" attitude. Every time I listen to anything from the 80s, I come away with at least five attitude adjustments and seventeen new resolutions. And every time somebody tells me off I just wanna scream because I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life. You can speak your mind, but not on my time!
Not to mention that all the best running music came straight from the 80s. I mean. Who knew that building a city on rock and roll could make ME rock and roll straight through the starship and into the sky?! At least that's what it feels like. I'm running my muscles into a state of broken down deteriorated-ness from which they can never recover, and I don't even notice, because my mind is soaring! And then I trip and start free fallin'....
I know what you're thinking right now. Get a life and a good subject for your essay, and then start posting.
Do you know what I'd like to say to you?
It's my life. I ain't gonna live forever. I just wanna live while I'm alive.
Because.... truth be told....When the world gets in my face, there's simply one thing to do. You just have to say, have a nice day!
Ah, why do the 80s have to have such great music?
Well good music had to come from somewhere... Nowadays, if you've heard one song you've heard them all. Whatever happened to the good ole' days when someone could make a living by writing about the rains down in Africa? Back when you had to have some level of skills to become a popular artist? Today it seems like anybody and everybody is a so-called musical artist. Everybody wants to be one. So everyone becomes one, regardless of talent. Can't sing? Don't worry! You can be a rapper! Can't speak in rhythm? Well they have a program for that. What was that? They don't like the sound of your voice? Well if you push this button, the computer will fix it so that nobody will ever recognize it.
I personally don't believe this is fair to the small number of people who actually bother developing skills in the musical category. They deserve a lot more credit than they ever get. Some day in the afterlife, all you so called artists of today will be stampeded by a countless hoard of angry musicians. And they'll look you straight in the eye. You'll be paralyzed. You know why? 'Cause this is a thriller. There isn't gonna be anyone there to ask you if you're ok over and over and over again, 47 times in four minutes and seventeen seconds just because some jerk busted into your apartment, struck you a crescendo, and left bloodstains on your carpet. Because there won't even be a carpet! Hello, this is the afterlife!
So when they ask you how you got to the afterlife.... all you'll be able to say is...
You've been struck by...
Dun dun dun!
A smooth criminal...
So tonight I decided to do something I've never done before.
I turned on some 80's jams, and started rocking out. Suddenly, my writing....
Still sucked.
But at least I was having fun. And by having fun, I mean... headbanging, blowing out my eardrums, miniature dance parties in my room... the works.
I'm gonna be honest. There's just something about 80s music that.... it just...
You really got me! You really got me! You really got me!
It gives me this attitude. You know. The one? The "nobody mess with me or I'll give you what for" attitude. Every time I listen to anything from the 80s, I come away with at least five attitude adjustments and seventeen new resolutions. And every time somebody tells me off I just wanna scream because I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life. You can speak your mind, but not on my time!
Not to mention that all the best running music came straight from the 80s. I mean. Who knew that building a city on rock and roll could make ME rock and roll straight through the starship and into the sky?! At least that's what it feels like. I'm running my muscles into a state of broken down deteriorated-ness from which they can never recover, and I don't even notice, because my mind is soaring! And then I trip and start free fallin'....
I know what you're thinking right now. Get a life and a good subject for your essay, and then start posting.
Do you know what I'd like to say to you?
It's my life. I ain't gonna live forever. I just wanna live while I'm alive.
Because.... truth be told....When the world gets in my face, there's simply one thing to do. You just have to say, have a nice day!
Ah, why do the 80s have to have such great music?
Well good music had to come from somewhere... Nowadays, if you've heard one song you've heard them all. Whatever happened to the good ole' days when someone could make a living by writing about the rains down in Africa? Back when you had to have some level of skills to become a popular artist? Today it seems like anybody and everybody is a so-called musical artist. Everybody wants to be one. So everyone becomes one, regardless of talent. Can't sing? Don't worry! You can be a rapper! Can't speak in rhythm? Well they have a program for that. What was that? They don't like the sound of your voice? Well if you push this button, the computer will fix it so that nobody will ever recognize it.
I personally don't believe this is fair to the small number of people who actually bother developing skills in the musical category. They deserve a lot more credit than they ever get. Some day in the afterlife, all you so called artists of today will be stampeded by a countless hoard of angry musicians. And they'll look you straight in the eye. You'll be paralyzed. You know why? 'Cause this is a thriller. There isn't gonna be anyone there to ask you if you're ok over and over and over again, 47 times in four minutes and seventeen seconds just because some jerk busted into your apartment, struck you a crescendo, and left bloodstains on your carpet. Because there won't even be a carpet! Hello, this is the afterlife!
So when they ask you how you got to the afterlife.... all you'll be able to say is...
You've been struck by...
Dun dun dun!
A smooth criminal...
Thursday, February 16, 2012
let go,
Take a chance,
what are you afraid of,
why
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Take a Chance
(An essay written by Moi, February 15, 2012.)
Take a chance! Why not? What's holding you back? What are you afraid of?
What if something unexpected happens? Why do you cringe at the word unexpected? Don't you know that 'unexpected' isn't always bad?
What if something happens, something so good that you can't even imagine the degree of happiness you will feel, if only you take the chance?
What if you miss the opportunity of a lifetime because you were too worried that something bad would happen? What's the worst thing that could happen? It can't be that bad, can it? It's not something you aren't capable of handling, is it?
Where is your faith? How is it that you spend so much time telling others to "Have a little faith," when you have none of your own? Is it fair for others when you treat them that way?
Why is it, then, that you are asking them to do something that you can not? What are you trying to prove? That not everyone is going to break your trust? That somewhere out there, there really are people who are capable of trust? Do you think, perhaps, that if you can get them to trust, you might be able to trust someone too? If they can do it, why can't you?
Why is it that you, who freely gives advice to others in their time of need, can not ask others for help in your time? Is it because you don't trust them? Don't you believe that someone might know and understand just what you're going through, and that they might have something to say that is actually worth listening to?
Must you always be so wary of people? Don't you realize how weary it makes you?
Is it fair for you to judge everyone by the mistakes of one person? Just because one person, or two, or even three people hurt you... Does this give you the right to assume everyone else will do the same thing? Don't you realized that all your cynicism has accomplished is to frustrate and drive away the people who care?
Don't you realize that the only thing keeping you from that which you so desperately want, is yourself? Why won't you allow yourself this once, to do what you want?
What are you afraid of? Is it happiness? Why would you be afraid of that? Why can't you just allow yourself to feel this?
Are you fearful that you will be happier than you ever thought you could be? But why would that frighten you? Isn't joy something you should be striving for?
I think I understand now. You're not afraid of happiness. You're afraid of what will happen when the good feeling ends. You're worry that you will be so happy, that if something were ever to happen that would take away your joy, the pain would be unbearable. You're afraid of the pain.
But... Would you really prefer to remain as you are now, not knowing what its like to feel that and then never have to feel the pain and heartache that may follow?
Wouldn't the memories and the good things be worth suffering for? Why would you ever want to keep yourself from the one thing you desire most? Are you really so masochistic?
What are you afraid of? Why are you holding back?
Take a chance <3
Take a chance! Why not? What's holding you back? What are you afraid of?
What if something unexpected happens? Why do you cringe at the word unexpected? Don't you know that 'unexpected' isn't always bad?
What if something happens, something so good that you can't even imagine the degree of happiness you will feel, if only you take the chance?
What if you miss the opportunity of a lifetime because you were too worried that something bad would happen? What's the worst thing that could happen? It can't be that bad, can it? It's not something you aren't capable of handling, is it?
Where is your faith? How is it that you spend so much time telling others to "Have a little faith," when you have none of your own? Is it fair for others when you treat them that way?
Why is it, then, that you are asking them to do something that you can not? What are you trying to prove? That not everyone is going to break your trust? That somewhere out there, there really are people who are capable of trust? Do you think, perhaps, that if you can get them to trust, you might be able to trust someone too? If they can do it, why can't you?
Why is it that you, who freely gives advice to others in their time of need, can not ask others for help in your time? Is it because you don't trust them? Don't you believe that someone might know and understand just what you're going through, and that they might have something to say that is actually worth listening to?
Must you always be so wary of people? Don't you realize how weary it makes you?
Is it fair for you to judge everyone by the mistakes of one person? Just because one person, or two, or even three people hurt you... Does this give you the right to assume everyone else will do the same thing? Don't you realized that all your cynicism has accomplished is to frustrate and drive away the people who care?
Don't you realize that the only thing keeping you from that which you so desperately want, is yourself? Why won't you allow yourself this once, to do what you want?
What are you afraid of? Is it happiness? Why would you be afraid of that? Why can't you just allow yourself to feel this?
Are you fearful that you will be happier than you ever thought you could be? But why would that frighten you? Isn't joy something you should be striving for?
I think I understand now. You're not afraid of happiness. You're afraid of what will happen when the good feeling ends. You're worry that you will be so happy, that if something were ever to happen that would take away your joy, the pain would be unbearable. You're afraid of the pain.
But... Would you really prefer to remain as you are now, not knowing what its like to feel that and then never have to feel the pain and heartache that may follow?
Wouldn't the memories and the good things be worth suffering for? Why would you ever want to keep yourself from the one thing you desire most? Are you really so masochistic?
What are you afraid of? Why are you holding back?
Take a chance <3
Monday, February 13, 2012
Anti Valentines Day,
Get a life,
Get a room,
You're a punk
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Baby, If You Love Me...
In lieu of the upcoming holiday, I have decided to post about the cons and pros of...Valentines day!
Yes. I said cons and pros. Not pros and cons. Live.
I think we can all agree that Valentine's Day really sucks if you fall under any of the following categories:
Single, broke, single and sad about it, taken and alone (special somebody gone away?), single , taken but don't care about Valentines Day, single, single and in denial about it, single and angry about it, single because you're so desperate that nobody wants to be around you, etc.
Even if you're single and happy, you still want to murder yourself when Valentines day rolls around because everywhere you look there are people who are 1) all over each other (Get a room ok?? Geez!) Or 2) watching the people who are all over each other, unsatisfied with their own lives and wishing that they had someone too. I mean.
What's so great about Valentines day anyway? Its a day to remember a dead priest guy who was killed for illegally marrying people. ILLEGALLY. So this whole holiday should be banned! Its a breeding ground for jealousy and contempt. You know its true.
Remember Suzy from first grade? You wanted her to be your Valentine? But she liked Bobby. You were jealous. You wanted to rip his head off. But at any other time, you were good friends with Bobby. Valentines day has a way of twisting people out of the norms.
Before you protest my point, please examine the following criteria. If you match any of them, your opinion will quickly be discounted.
-Married
-Dating someone
-A chocolate addict
-Any type of a sugar addict
-A hopeless romantic
-A hopeless SINGLE romantic
-A big shot candy distributor
-Owner of Hershey's brand chocolate
-Anybody who hopes to make a profit by selling flowers or candy or cards or whatever else people sell on Valentines day...
Basically what I'm saying is.... unless you agree with me, your opinion is discounted.
Now.... about the pros.... I guess Valentines day is an opportunity to eat lots of junk food and not be judged about it. Face it. You know its true.
Thank you.
Good night.
Yes. I said cons and pros. Not pros and cons. Live.
I think we can all agree that Valentine's Day really sucks if you fall under any of the following categories:
Single, broke, single and sad about it, taken and alone (special somebody gone away?), single , taken but don't care about Valentines Day, single, single and in denial about it, single and angry about it, single because you're so desperate that nobody wants to be around you, etc.
Even if you're single and happy, you still want to murder yourself when Valentines day rolls around because everywhere you look there are people who are 1) all over each other (Get a room ok?? Geez!) Or 2) watching the people who are all over each other, unsatisfied with their own lives and wishing that they had someone too. I mean.
What's so great about Valentines day anyway? Its a day to remember a dead priest guy who was killed for illegally marrying people. ILLEGALLY. So this whole holiday should be banned! Its a breeding ground for jealousy and contempt. You know its true.
Remember Suzy from first grade? You wanted her to be your Valentine? But she liked Bobby. You were jealous. You wanted to rip his head off. But at any other time, you were good friends with Bobby. Valentines day has a way of twisting people out of the norms.
Before you protest my point, please examine the following criteria. If you match any of them, your opinion will quickly be discounted.
-Married
-Dating someone
-A chocolate addict
-Any type of a sugar addict
-A hopeless romantic
-A hopeless SINGLE romantic
-A big shot candy distributor
-Owner of Hershey's brand chocolate
-Anybody who hopes to make a profit by selling flowers or candy or cards or whatever else people sell on Valentines day...
Basically what I'm saying is.... unless you agree with me, your opinion is discounted.
Now.... about the pros.... I guess Valentines day is an opportunity to eat lots of junk food and not be judged about it. Face it. You know its true.
Thank you.
Good night.
(Taken from my book of essays, written June 16, 2011)
It seems like I've been trying to write ever since I picked up a pencil for the very first time. But I always feel like a fool. A foal trying to race with the thoroughbreds. I feel like my efforts are so inadequate compared to those of the others around me. It is very frustrating to me.
There is a girl inside of me, forever begging to be let out. She's a genius you know. She is always crying for me to let her out, so that she can express herself. But it seems that I've lost the key that would set her free. No matter how hard I look, I can't find it. I am simply incapable of letting her out. She gets so frustrated with me, and I with her. Sometimes I will catch glimpses of her artistic genius... a little sketch here, a paragraph there... but never more.
How I long for the day when we can work together as one. I long for the day I am truly free from the limitations which have been imposed upon me... which I have imposed upon myself.
Most of all, I long for the day when instead of her mournful wails, I hear a sigh of contentment, or even happy laughter. She and I will be able to express ourselves, our ideas, feelings, and it shall all be a most beauteous, heavenly, perfectly happy time.
No more frustration inside me.
\Only joy.
It seems like I've been trying to write ever since I picked up a pencil for the very first time. But I always feel like a fool. A foal trying to race with the thoroughbreds. I feel like my efforts are so inadequate compared to those of the others around me. It is very frustrating to me.
There is a girl inside of me, forever begging to be let out. She's a genius you know. She is always crying for me to let her out, so that she can express herself. But it seems that I've lost the key that would set her free. No matter how hard I look, I can't find it. I am simply incapable of letting her out. She gets so frustrated with me, and I with her. Sometimes I will catch glimpses of her artistic genius... a little sketch here, a paragraph there... but never more.
How I long for the day when we can work together as one. I long for the day I am truly free from the limitations which have been imposed upon me... which I have imposed upon myself.
Most of all, I long for the day when instead of her mournful wails, I hear a sigh of contentment, or even happy laughter. She and I will be able to express ourselves, our ideas, feelings, and it shall all be a most beauteous, heavenly, perfectly happy time.
No more frustration inside me.
\Only joy.
(Taken from my book of essays, written June 16, 2011)
What is the deal with cakes? It seems to me that people are overly fascinated with them.
Cakes for weddings, cakes for birthdays. Cakes for parties and festivals, cakes for pets. Cakes for new mothers. Cakes for reunions, dances, going aways, and home comings. And then sometimes cakes for no reason at all.
Having a cake is not, in fact, a bad thing. Cakes are delightful. But everything should be used in moderation.
Meg thinks that "Chocolate cakes are the best!"
But I disagree. I prefer... Um... well it depends on the day. But one combination which I find quite delectable is a red velvet with cream cheese frosting and raspberry filling. Yum!
Cake can be very delicious. But not when you eat it excessively. It's just too much sweet, all in the one place. I prefer snacks to be more salty and savory. Doritos, corn nuts, cheap dollar store cheetos, bugles (especially the nacho cheese flavor), cheezits... I would take any of these over a slice of cake any day. Well almost any day. I, being a [teenage] girl will sometimes find myself with an undeniable craving for sweets. But... more often than not I find myself craving some chips or even a burger. I guess everyone's different...
Yes?
What is the deal with cakes? It seems to me that people are overly fascinated with them.
Cakes for weddings, cakes for birthdays. Cakes for parties and festivals, cakes for pets. Cakes for new mothers. Cakes for reunions, dances, going aways, and home comings. And then sometimes cakes for no reason at all.
Having a cake is not, in fact, a bad thing. Cakes are delightful. But everything should be used in moderation.
Meg thinks that "Chocolate cakes are the best!"
But I disagree. I prefer... Um... well it depends on the day. But one combination which I find quite delectable is a red velvet with cream cheese frosting and raspberry filling. Yum!
Cake can be very delicious. But not when you eat it excessively. It's just too much sweet, all in the one place. I prefer snacks to be more salty and savory. Doritos, corn nuts, cheap dollar store cheetos, bugles (especially the nacho cheese flavor), cheezits... I would take any of these over a slice of cake any day. Well almost any day. I, being a [teenage] girl will sometimes find myself with an undeniable craving for sweets. But... more often than not I find myself craving some chips or even a burger. I guess everyone's different...
Yes?
Taken from my essay book
(Written June 15, 2011)
After attempting [and failing] to find a subject to write about, I decided to write about nothing.
Writing about nothing is a pain for several reasons.
1) You have a lot of paper to fill and nothing to say.
2) It's kind of hard to write when you're actually writing about nothing.
3)I don't know anything about nothing.
4)I keep getting distracted by everything! Which makes this paper really inauthentic.
Sorry.
You have to be in a certain kind of mood to be able to write aboutnothing.
There has to be a bit of brain dysfunction, because you have to really only be able to think of nothing in order to successfully write about nothing. Also, you have to be a bit of a smart alec. Because really, what kind of a student is going to write about nothing??
Not one who prefers to appear studious.
Of course, writing about nothing could in fact be proof of a brilliant mind. I mean... have you every successfully written about nothing?
Not many people have. You can try but... Unless you have a superior teacher or an insanely capable mind... you could end up with a disaster on your hands.
(Written June 15, 2011)
After attempting [and failing] to find a subject to write about, I decided to write about nothing.
Writing about nothing is a pain for several reasons.
1) You have a lot of paper to fill and nothing to say.
2) It's kind of hard to write when you're actually writing about nothing.
3)I don't know anything about nothing.
4)I keep getting distracted by everything! Which makes this paper really inauthentic.
Sorry.
You have to be in a certain kind of mood to be able to write aboutnothing.
There has to be a bit of brain dysfunction, because you have to really only be able to think of nothing in order to successfully write about nothing. Also, you have to be a bit of a smart alec. Because really, what kind of a student is going to write about nothing??
Not one who prefers to appear studious.
Of course, writing about nothing could in fact be proof of a brilliant mind. I mean... have you every successfully written about nothing?
Not many people have. You can try but... Unless you have a superior teacher or an insanely capable mind... you could end up with a disaster on your hands.
Taken from my essay book
(Written June 14, 2011)
It's interesting isn't it. How things can change.
Consider your life a year ago. Now consider today. So much is different, yet so much is the same.
It's interesting how praying for a miracle can change your life. It won't come right away, when you think you need it most. Not every time. Sometimes God likes to wait a while, to see how much you really want it. He knows how much you can take, how far you can push yourself. How far he can push you without breaking you. And sometimes it might be necessary for him to break you. But its only so you can build yourself up again, to be stronger, not because he doesn't love you.
Isn't it interesting how the instant things go wrong, we go straight to God. Either we're praying for things to get better or we're blaming it on him and getting angry. But when things go right, we forget about him. Well, not every times. Sometimes people remain loyal but... it's like the parable of the ten lepers. They all came to him with their problem, but only one stuck around afterwards. To show gratitude for the life changing miracle.
And to be honest, I sometimes find myself wondering if, even after such an altering experience, he ever found himself doubting or blaming God for his troubles. Or did he stay permanently steadfast from there on?
Isn't it interesting how you can have an idea about somebody... but then it turns out to be totally off track? You've never been more wrong in your life. You could think you know them after so many years, but then you have one conversation with them and realize you had it all wrong.
Isn't it interesting how you can hate somebody more than anything in your life, but if you just put your emotions aside for a few minutes and talk to them... And I mean REALLY talk to them... you'll usually find that they're not as bad as you thought. You may even enjoy being around them.
Isn't it funny how much somebodies words can affect you? It only takes one comment to destroy someones confidence. But it just takes one comment from the right person to make it better. People can tell when you're sincere, and it can make all the difference in the world when someone is suffering.
Isn't it interesting, how it seems like when life is going great your friends are by your side, promising you that they'll never leave. But just when everything is falling apart and you need them most, they are nowhere to be found. Don't make promises you don't intend to keep. You'll only end up causing somebody a world of pain. There's nothing worse than a fair weather friend.
Isn't it interesting how you think you don't care about someone. But when it comes right down to it, you really care so much that it hurts. If I could change one thing about myself, it would be how much I care about everything. It leaves me too open to disappointment for my own comfort.
Isn't it funny how somebody can have everything you ever wanted, and yet.... they don't appreciate it? They don't realize how much somebody else would give just to have what they do. All they can think about is how inadequate their life is.
Isn't it funny how hypocritical I was while I wrote this essay?
(Written June 14, 2011)
It's interesting isn't it. How things can change.
Consider your life a year ago. Now consider today. So much is different, yet so much is the same.
It's interesting how praying for a miracle can change your life. It won't come right away, when you think you need it most. Not every time. Sometimes God likes to wait a while, to see how much you really want it. He knows how much you can take, how far you can push yourself. How far he can push you without breaking you. And sometimes it might be necessary for him to break you. But its only so you can build yourself up again, to be stronger, not because he doesn't love you.
Isn't it interesting how the instant things go wrong, we go straight to God. Either we're praying for things to get better or we're blaming it on him and getting angry. But when things go right, we forget about him. Well, not every times. Sometimes people remain loyal but... it's like the parable of the ten lepers. They all came to him with their problem, but only one stuck around afterwards. To show gratitude for the life changing miracle.
And to be honest, I sometimes find myself wondering if, even after such an altering experience, he ever found himself doubting or blaming God for his troubles. Or did he stay permanently steadfast from there on?
Isn't it interesting how you can have an idea about somebody... but then it turns out to be totally off track? You've never been more wrong in your life. You could think you know them after so many years, but then you have one conversation with them and realize you had it all wrong.
Isn't it interesting how you can hate somebody more than anything in your life, but if you just put your emotions aside for a few minutes and talk to them... And I mean REALLY talk to them... you'll usually find that they're not as bad as you thought. You may even enjoy being around them.
Isn't it funny how much somebodies words can affect you? It only takes one comment to destroy someones confidence. But it just takes one comment from the right person to make it better. People can tell when you're sincere, and it can make all the difference in the world when someone is suffering.
Isn't it interesting, how it seems like when life is going great your friends are by your side, promising you that they'll never leave. But just when everything is falling apart and you need them most, they are nowhere to be found. Don't make promises you don't intend to keep. You'll only end up causing somebody a world of pain. There's nothing worse than a fair weather friend.
Isn't it interesting how you think you don't care about someone. But when it comes right down to it, you really care so much that it hurts. If I could change one thing about myself, it would be how much I care about everything. It leaves me too open to disappointment for my own comfort.
Isn't it funny how somebody can have everything you ever wanted, and yet.... they don't appreciate it? They don't realize how much somebody else would give just to have what they do. All they can think about is how inadequate their life is.
Isn't it funny how hypocritical I was while I wrote this essay?
A little background information on this essay.
I had just bought a brand new notebook and several different pens of various brands. I was bored, so I decided to write my first essay. For fun, I decided to put it in the colors of pen that I used while I was writing it.
(Taken from my book of essays, written June 13, 2011)
So I was trying to think of how to fill my first page, and then it hit me. I decided to try out my new pens! A brilliant idea. In my mind anyway.
This one is made from recycled water bottles. I have two of these. You know, I really think that I like the smooth way the ink is flowing. It's so... liquid. I like it. I don't normally tend to like ballpoint pens but this one is superb.
This pen is from one of my favorite brands. Precise V5 Rolling Ball Pilot. They only sold them in black until just recently. Now they come in four colors. Black, blue, green, and of course, red. This ink comes out smoother than any other pen I use, except for the G2's. That is my other favorite brand. I also like Sharpie Pens a lot, but those don't last long if you forget to put the lid on tight. And I'm not very good at that. I'm always losing the caps.
The thing I like most about this brand's colored pens is how vibrant the colors are. They're quite pleasant to look at.
I have now successfully tested each of the new pens I now possess. And i happen to be quite satisfied with my purchases. I am really going to enjoy using them...
I had just bought a brand new notebook and several different pens of various brands. I was bored, so I decided to write my first essay. For fun, I decided to put it in the colors of pen that I used while I was writing it.
(Taken from my book of essays, written June 13, 2011)
So I was trying to think of how to fill my first page, and then it hit me. I decided to try out my new pens! A brilliant idea. In my mind anyway.
This one is made from recycled water bottles. I have two of these. You know, I really think that I like the smooth way the ink is flowing. It's so... liquid. I like it. I don't normally tend to like ballpoint pens but this one is superb.
This pen is from one of my favorite brands. Precise V5 Rolling Ball Pilot. They only sold them in black until just recently. Now they come in four colors. Black, blue, green, and of course, red. This ink comes out smoother than any other pen I use, except for the G2's. That is my other favorite brand. I also like Sharpie Pens a lot, but those don't last long if you forget to put the lid on tight. And I'm not very good at that. I'm always losing the caps.
The thing I like most about this brand's colored pens is how vibrant the colors are. They're quite pleasant to look at.
I have now successfully tested each of the new pens I now possess. And i happen to be quite satisfied with my purchases. I am really going to enjoy using them...
Well... the purpose of this blog is to allow others to catch a glimpse of the world through my eyes. By reading my essays.
Each essay is written on a subject that interests me for one reason or another and may contain real information. For the most part, its just my opinions and how I see things.
I've always wanted to start a blog and... well I have tried starting several but they had no real purpose and so they failed. Hopefully this project will not end the same way.
Feel free to let me know what you think of my work.
Each essay is written on a subject that interests me for one reason or another and may contain real information. For the most part, its just my opinions and how I see things.
I've always wanted to start a blog and... well I have tried starting several but they had no real purpose and so they failed. Hopefully this project will not end the same way.
Feel free to let me know what you think of my work.
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