Well that was smart of me

I hate this. I want to write something - something with substance - but I don't feel like working on any of the several stories I have stored on my computer. It annoys me. I want to write, damn it...

I'm kind of hoping that blogging will spark an idea, though I don't think that will happen. Who knows, though, considering that earlier I somehow went from having nothing to blog about to talking about how much I love composition notebooks. Which, when I think about it, is kinda a weird thing to write about. I mean, who the hell writes about how much they love a blank book? I guess some people do. I did.

Of course, I'm pretty sure I'm also not quite sane. And I've probably had far too much caffeine today, which is not a good thing to be mixing with a lack of sleep because then I get kind of hyperactive. Funny that doesn't happen when I'm not tired and drink caffeine.

I still need story ideas. Maybe just short stories. Short stories would be good. Because those are a little bit easier to finish. Seeing as how I can't seem to stay on one project for very long. Maybe I should write about bananas. But I don't know what the bananas could do, because aside from Tetsuya-san, bananas are only fruits, so they just lay there and either rot or get eaten. That wouldn't make for a very good story.


Re-reading what I just wrote...I'm quite certain I am crazy. Not a bad kind, mind you. But crazy nonetheless.

I think it's getting windy. I may well end up in front of the fireplace if this keeps up. Because I don't like being cold and it went from being nice out to being freezing.

I think I'm going to go try to write something. Instead of doing homework.

EDIT: I forgot a title. I think my brain ran away with my word processor. Which would make no sense unless you had been in my Creative Writing class in high school. In fact, I doubt that would make sense even then. Perhaps even if you had been one of the other two involved in that very, very stupid joke that for some odd reason is still funny.

EDIT 2: Because I apparently can't type today. My fingers are rebelling. Or maybe my brain. Maybe both. Something is rebelling!