Post by Cullen on May 20, 2007 22:03:29 GMT -6
How does one define writer's block? Well I'm sure the dictionary can give us a fancy denotation but that never helps anyone does it? The connotation of writer’s block is me; I am a product of random creativity. I'm poetic and pathetic. I dislike conformity and can’t stand to stand out in a crowd. I can't define love and I barely feel hate, but hey this is me.
My story, like any other, has a beginning and an end. I know not when the end comes or exactly what happened near the beginning so I figure I'll start somewhere in the middle.
I am eighteen years old, my name is Cullen, and I welcome you, the reader, to my story. Now comes my first challenge, using words to paint pictures of my friends.
Officially out of high school. Time for the next part of life to begin, something big has got to happen today, or soon.
***
Yeah, so I think I just really pissed off one of my best friends, and I didn't even mean to. Great way to start the rest of my life, right? My power trip and my love for fire made me accidentally burn one of the bridges I wanted to save. Fuck. I know we'll pull through this, but knowledge doesn't stop worry now does it? But before all our big problems were things I wasn't really part of, I wasn't the one who broke in. I wasn't the one who said they shouldn't be together. I wasn't the one that told her to say no to him. But I am the one who pissed him off this time. I know I should change my evil ways, but I am a flat character, I have been all along, anyone who knows me knows this. Anyone who knows me knows what I do. Why am I who I am? Beats me, it is my fault this time, and I said I was sorry, but the past is the past. Is there anything that can be done now? No.
Well, you want to know about him? Will, he's been my best friend since like third grade. I guess its tough summing up someone into just a few words. Putting misplaced memories together to form a bigger picture. He's the kind of kid who will do anything for someone he loves, he'd make a good knight, chivalrous and all that stuff. Except I can't imagine him killing anyone. He's devoted, yeah that's a good word, he spent an ungodly amount of money on gas last summer just to see his girlfriend march in parades, and he took choir this year just so he would be able to make sure he'd be with her in them this summer. Now normally I'd say "whipped," (in fact I do) but she didn't tell him to, none of it was of her design, it’s all just devotion in hopes that this girl is the to be Mrs. Right. Things I'll never understand.
That's probably why we're such good friends. Opposites attract. When it comes down to that were polar. I'm womanizing, shallow, and a plain old jerk sometimes (most of the time). He's caring, thoughtful, deep, and probably doesn't have the capability to leave someone in tears, not because he can't, but because he won’t. He looks for Ms. Right; I look for Miss Right Now.
Miss Right Now? Oh, let's continue with her...
June the Seventh:
Miss Right Now, well to be honest right now there isn't one, I was hoping by the time I got to writing this part there would be, perhaps that describes me perfectly someone who plans for things to happen that won't. Today was different, okay, no it wasn't today was an average day. I slept through my alarm, realized I had things to do, did them, went to work, came home and got on the computer. Today, it is different though. Today is my last day as a high school senior. Tomorrow is graduation, and tomorrow night is the Senior Overnight (I hope that makes stories so I can write them). I know that tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of our lives, and I'm excited, but I can't help not wanting it to come. High School, though it may be hell, was probably some of the best years of my life (four years from now I'll be writing this about college). I guess this is a section about High School.
During High School, saw the rise and fall of an empire, I saw people's lives change, I've seen foreign lands, and I've bull shitted my way into and out of so much that it all kind of blurs together. I've become a pirate, an illegal immigrant, a poet and a fool. I've seen worlds collide, I've broken hearts, and I've seen grown men cry. None of that was during high school though that all happened outside of its hell. My high school STAVHS is a good school, don't get me wrong. The food has gone downhill in quality and the cost has gone up (no longer is it sweet and sour sauce, we only get sour now). We have not had the same scheduling system in any two consecutive years. Our class has twenty people who admit to being drug free up till this point in their lives; some of these twenty are questionable. Our school is notorious for its rumor capacity, if a rumor gets to the right person (they'll go unnamed) within a day everyone as far as three school districts in any direction will know. That's what I've dealt with for the past four years. High school is over. Hell is over.
I guess calling this section the beginning oddly makes sense because I speak of the end of one part of my life and beginning of the next. Then again every moment is a new beginning isn't it?
Well, it’s now June the something or other, and I've got stories.
The senior overnight was fun; it marked the foundation of "team amazing" and "team stupid." I lost 2000 bucks at Holdem and learned that Joey can dance. Then came the tenth...
The tenth was what I shall mark down as the greatest day of this summer. I awoke to find my alarm had stopped working. Shit, I'm late the thought raced through my mind as I got up and ready. First came Sarah's a good grad party to start the day off with because Sarah is cool. Then came the rest, the highlights included the Jamba Juice at Enzler's, the chillin' at Gomer's, the trying to escape Peter at Matt's, the picking up Nick at Joe's, Racing Megan to abduct EB, meeting my new BFF at Simon's, Sean's Pool party, Becca's food, I'm just gonna stop now because the highlights keep going. I know this isn't written much like the rest of the story this far, but lets call it an outline for now....
Oh my god, she's amazing. We've been dating for just over a week now and I'm already falling head over heels, yet she wouldn't be perfect for me unless our love seemed star-crossed, right? Well it is, long distance relationships suck! But I figure it's better to know we're trying rather than giving up because of something so vast as space. Neither her nor I have a car, thus my chances of seeing her dwindle lower and lower.
The break up wasn't bad, the least bad ever. God...that’s a bad sentence. We're still friends, which is awesome, and if things work out better in the future we're both open to trying again. Conclusion: Long Distance Relationships Do Not Work. We'll there's another girl, she's cute and awesome, but I don't know how she feels about me, this is what happens when the matchmaker needs a match made right. Matches lead to fire, no they lead to destruction. I'm in a new world now and already I'm playing with fire.
Oh my god! It hit me like a brick yesterday. He can't talk about her that way! The thought plagued my mind as one of my new friends commented on a picture of an old one I have in my room. Then it hit me. I love her, and I always have. She has been the muse for all of my great works. She was the original "Ghost Girl." I don't remember how she became the ghost girl. She was the topic of "Eyes" and "Thee Uncatchable Girl." Whenever I get over a girl I like it would seem I relapsed to her. Now that I think back, it wasn't a relapse I had liked her the whole way through. She has been my Miss Right all along.
I could ramble on about her for a while because she could inspire me enough to write a novel, but I would like to talk about one of my best friends, Nick. Nick is 17 his birthday is actually today and that is why I feel obligated to write about him, he would have come up eventually, probably with a better flow to the rest of the story, but hey, it’s Nick. Nick is hard to describe, he’s an amazing writer, he’s smart, and he’s the kind of kid crazy enough to go with on all of the crazy adventures we all get ourselves into. As I go on I realize just how hard it is to describe him.
My story, like any other, has a beginning and an end. I know not when the end comes or exactly what happened near the beginning so I figure I'll start somewhere in the middle.
I am eighteen years old, my name is Cullen, and I welcome you, the reader, to my story. Now comes my first challenge, using words to paint pictures of my friends.
Officially out of high school. Time for the next part of life to begin, something big has got to happen today, or soon.
***
Yeah, so I think I just really pissed off one of my best friends, and I didn't even mean to. Great way to start the rest of my life, right? My power trip and my love for fire made me accidentally burn one of the bridges I wanted to save. Fuck. I know we'll pull through this, but knowledge doesn't stop worry now does it? But before all our big problems were things I wasn't really part of, I wasn't the one who broke in. I wasn't the one who said they shouldn't be together. I wasn't the one that told her to say no to him. But I am the one who pissed him off this time. I know I should change my evil ways, but I am a flat character, I have been all along, anyone who knows me knows this. Anyone who knows me knows what I do. Why am I who I am? Beats me, it is my fault this time, and I said I was sorry, but the past is the past. Is there anything that can be done now? No.
Well, you want to know about him? Will, he's been my best friend since like third grade. I guess its tough summing up someone into just a few words. Putting misplaced memories together to form a bigger picture. He's the kind of kid who will do anything for someone he loves, he'd make a good knight, chivalrous and all that stuff. Except I can't imagine him killing anyone. He's devoted, yeah that's a good word, he spent an ungodly amount of money on gas last summer just to see his girlfriend march in parades, and he took choir this year just so he would be able to make sure he'd be with her in them this summer. Now normally I'd say "whipped," (in fact I do) but she didn't tell him to, none of it was of her design, it’s all just devotion in hopes that this girl is the to be Mrs. Right. Things I'll never understand.
That's probably why we're such good friends. Opposites attract. When it comes down to that were polar. I'm womanizing, shallow, and a plain old jerk sometimes (most of the time). He's caring, thoughtful, deep, and probably doesn't have the capability to leave someone in tears, not because he can't, but because he won’t. He looks for Ms. Right; I look for Miss Right Now.
Miss Right Now? Oh, let's continue with her...
June the Seventh:
Miss Right Now, well to be honest right now there isn't one, I was hoping by the time I got to writing this part there would be, perhaps that describes me perfectly someone who plans for things to happen that won't. Today was different, okay, no it wasn't today was an average day. I slept through my alarm, realized I had things to do, did them, went to work, came home and got on the computer. Today, it is different though. Today is my last day as a high school senior. Tomorrow is graduation, and tomorrow night is the Senior Overnight (I hope that makes stories so I can write them). I know that tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of our lives, and I'm excited, but I can't help not wanting it to come. High School, though it may be hell, was probably some of the best years of my life (four years from now I'll be writing this about college). I guess this is a section about High School.
During High School, saw the rise and fall of an empire, I saw people's lives change, I've seen foreign lands, and I've bull shitted my way into and out of so much that it all kind of blurs together. I've become a pirate, an illegal immigrant, a poet and a fool. I've seen worlds collide, I've broken hearts, and I've seen grown men cry. None of that was during high school though that all happened outside of its hell. My high school STAVHS is a good school, don't get me wrong. The food has gone downhill in quality and the cost has gone up (no longer is it sweet and sour sauce, we only get sour now). We have not had the same scheduling system in any two consecutive years. Our class has twenty people who admit to being drug free up till this point in their lives; some of these twenty are questionable. Our school is notorious for its rumor capacity, if a rumor gets to the right person (they'll go unnamed) within a day everyone as far as three school districts in any direction will know. That's what I've dealt with for the past four years. High school is over. Hell is over.
I guess calling this section the beginning oddly makes sense because I speak of the end of one part of my life and beginning of the next. Then again every moment is a new beginning isn't it?
Well, it’s now June the something or other, and I've got stories.
The senior overnight was fun; it marked the foundation of "team amazing" and "team stupid." I lost 2000 bucks at Holdem and learned that Joey can dance. Then came the tenth...
The tenth was what I shall mark down as the greatest day of this summer. I awoke to find my alarm had stopped working. Shit, I'm late the thought raced through my mind as I got up and ready. First came Sarah's a good grad party to start the day off with because Sarah is cool. Then came the rest, the highlights included the Jamba Juice at Enzler's, the chillin' at Gomer's, the trying to escape Peter at Matt's, the picking up Nick at Joe's, Racing Megan to abduct EB, meeting my new BFF at Simon's, Sean's Pool party, Becca's food, I'm just gonna stop now because the highlights keep going. I know this isn't written much like the rest of the story this far, but lets call it an outline for now....
Oh my god, she's amazing. We've been dating for just over a week now and I'm already falling head over heels, yet she wouldn't be perfect for me unless our love seemed star-crossed, right? Well it is, long distance relationships suck! But I figure it's better to know we're trying rather than giving up because of something so vast as space. Neither her nor I have a car, thus my chances of seeing her dwindle lower and lower.
The break up wasn't bad, the least bad ever. God...that’s a bad sentence. We're still friends, which is awesome, and if things work out better in the future we're both open to trying again. Conclusion: Long Distance Relationships Do Not Work. We'll there's another girl, she's cute and awesome, but I don't know how she feels about me, this is what happens when the matchmaker needs a match made right. Matches lead to fire, no they lead to destruction. I'm in a new world now and already I'm playing with fire.
Oh my god! It hit me like a brick yesterday. He can't talk about her that way! The thought plagued my mind as one of my new friends commented on a picture of an old one I have in my room. Then it hit me. I love her, and I always have. She has been the muse for all of my great works. She was the original "Ghost Girl." I don't remember how she became the ghost girl. She was the topic of "Eyes" and "Thee Uncatchable Girl." Whenever I get over a girl I like it would seem I relapsed to her. Now that I think back, it wasn't a relapse I had liked her the whole way through. She has been my Miss Right all along.
I could ramble on about her for a while because she could inspire me enough to write a novel, but I would like to talk about one of my best friends, Nick. Nick is 17 his birthday is actually today and that is why I feel obligated to write about him, he would have come up eventually, probably with a better flow to the rest of the story, but hey, it’s Nick. Nick is hard to describe, he’s an amazing writer, he’s smart, and he’s the kind of kid crazy enough to go with on all of the crazy adventures we all get ourselves into. As I go on I realize just how hard it is to describe him.
