The Words Of An Uninspired Blogger
My brain has been dead for the past week, which has unfortunately prevented me from writing a decent blog. Sure, I can muster up some words and formulate them into coherent sentences, but that’s as far as it goes.
I used to be able to conjure up something that would seem interesting to read, like something about this so-called-life, and what makes it so rollercoaster-y. Or perhaps I could come up with something about love, yes young sweet love, that makes you weak at the knee whenever you are reminded of how it began. Because I, for a fact, am a product of that same young love. Ahhh, the remnants of my flowery high school life. No, not the wallflower type. My high school life is something worth reliving. Now if only I had a time machine. Ok, i’m drifting off again.
One of my English teachers has taught me that whenever an idea for an article comes about, one must record this, lest it be forgotten. Lately, my ideas creep into my brain at night in the dark when I am tucked under the covers getting ready to drift off to Dreamland. How uber-awesome is that? Not so. Of course by that time I would be too lazy to get out of bed and write what I just thought about. And that’s been historically proven. My best ideas come late at night. Do I hear night person somewhere in the vicinity? Right. When assigned to write an essay for school, I can stay up all night with a deadline looming over my head with just a few hours to spare, and I’d have my essay at the break of dawn. Sure, I wouldn’t get much sleep, but I got the task done. And it is just unfortunate that since I do not have a deadline to beat, it’s still the same. There is just no reason for me to pull myself out of my sleepy reverie to write something down.
Yesterday, while I was in the car enjoying the Texas scenery, things suddenly popped in my head. Normally, I had a notebook and a pen ready for me to jot down these things, but of course, as ironic as it would be, these two important things were nowhere in sight because it was the one day that I decided I didn’t want to take a purse with me, which of course contained my pen & paper.
When I’m watching a movie or listening to a song, my family would laugh at me when they find me furiously scribbling something on paper, and say "Ano nanaman yang naisip mo?" I have written down a gazillion things - many I have written about, while some others obliterated like some archived part of forgotten history.
Well, for one thing, my life hasn’t been that much interesting lately. Not like it was before, but what can you expect when you’ve just moved to a new part of the country and you’re broke? Yes, nothing much. Or maybe I have been going to some places worth mentioning, but am just too lazy to sit down and write about it. Ok, in fairness to myself, I have managed to post and upload some pictures and write something about them. If I haven’t been able to make it clear already, it takes time for me to write an essay. I do a lot of writing and rewriting. When I have my draft, which I had to painstakingly write down on paper, I would type it out the next day (or a few hours later) and do revisions while doing so. Tiring process, I know.
In reality, though, I can find something to write about concerning just anything, like how the heat is scorching in Southern Texas, or how bright it still is at 9 o’clock at night. Or the four types of clouds in the sky. Or the house being under construction. Or the next movie I would want to see. Or the mere fact that my boyfriend is a thousand miles away from where I want him to be (or where he wants me to be, however you want to look at it). This one of course being the most obvious as it has been repeated over and over and over. Everything seems to hold something note-worthy if given the proper backdrop - which I of course am lazy to think of.
And as if not being able to write a blog entry is enough, I can’t even gather the words to reply to people’s friendly emails and messages to me. I feel like a very bad person. Ugh! Sure, how hard is it to return the hello and ask how the person has been doing since the last time you’ve seen them? I do want something more than that. Like this letter from one of my friends, it is full of updates about how her life has been going. It would be a shame if I just replied with a "That’s great to hear" and bid her good-bye. Right.
Since I’ve been such a disgrace to the blogging world, I have decided to soak myself in Photoshop. I’m not much of an artist, if you must know. The layouts I come up with is just pure luck. Doesn’t everyone say that? But yes, I would rather pour out my frustrations in colors these days than in words, which of course is obvious in my latest blog layout (on blogspot, that is). It is a drab old shade of gray - so uninspired. Even the side panel picture is recycled. Haha. I’m trying to imagine (yes IMAGINE is the word, indeed) that I am happy and chirpy, and very girly just to come up with a cheerful layout this time around.
So here goes another entry of blabbernothings. And what is a better way to end it? How in the world would I know? I’m already having trouble starting one, so you can’t expect me to know how to end it, now do you? Until then.