Seven

Where’s my face?

There it is.

In your eyes, laminated by contact lenses.

And boy, is it fugly.

Your one sentence paragraphs cause my soul to capitulate.

Where is my dictionary?

Oh la la, c’est revised.

That had better have made utter sense. Anyway, I have no idea what I’m supposed to be talking about today. Oh right- I would very much like it if alalalll of you would assume that I’ve been taking mental-capacity-reducing drugs and…have been facing severe depression over two months. Because that’s how long it’s been since I’ve bothered to write a proper post.

Explanations. Not of exultations:

• Last week of term previous - Zzzzz…
• Second last week of last term - Lack of voltage running through my computational hardware
• Week before - Looking for my face
• Week before the week before - Lost in the geography of the town I’ve lived in for the whole of my life. (Very adventurous. Should have made an article about that instead.)
• Week before that - I wrote that rant more than a year ago. China’s not that whammed yet, but it’s getting there. Was busy.
• Another week back in time - Wow, not only more than a year ago, more than two years ago. Guess I was pretty lazy busy.
• May the Fifth - Egg shells and all. Last proper write up, first depressing write up.

Well that’s why it’s actually been a month since I’ve properly written, and why that’s the case. Maybe it was the egg shell post. Put a handbrake on my writing or something. Prossably. Just not used to writing like that, ya’know? Everyone else here can do it, I know. I’m not really much of a writer. And maybe that explains why I’m the only one who never posts on time. Perhaps it’s just easier, regurgitating all the misery you can sum up and splashing it on your plate. Al dente. Maybe it’s just the theme of Seven?

“Seven. Writing about the beauty of an ugly world.”

Well actually, in terms of what I’m trying to say it’s the other way around, “Writing about the ugliness of a beautiful world”…but this sounds ‘cooler’. In reality I reckon we live in a world that’s better than we think, but what we’re trying to do is say to people what the ugly things that we think nobody else sees are. Um… Well yeah. Ever notice how my articles never get anywhere? Maybe I need another story. See if I can find one from three years back, hey? Or how about “my first peom”- ten years back.

You know, one thing I’ve always found handy when you feel you’re going off on a secant tangent, is to look back up at your title and see what it’s about. Even though most of the time you (should) come up with a title at the very end, it’s handy if you do have one written at the start. So this is all I have: “That’s it!” With which I have no idea where to continue from. It’s like standing at the top of a mountain and someone tells you, “Step forward.” But wait…that’s it!

Time for a drawing. (Refresh the page to see the image from the start or click here: click if you’re a poo poo Doesn’t work in Firefox…)

This took me ages to put together. But I think it was worth it, do you? Hehe.

It’s been a beautiful half a year, everyone. Let’s look forward to another six months that’ll be just as good, okie dokie? “Of course!” That’s the spirit!

My sister lovely said to me,
“Did you know I can make a tipi?”
So I asked her for one of those
And for an hour picked my nose.

This entry was written on July 21, 2007 by Seventeen. It is about/includes mentions of Seven, humour. You can leave a comment, or trackback from your own site.