I've finally got the date and time system on my blog to function properly. If anyone has noticed ( and I bet no one did), my posts were always coming out one day late. That means that if today is the 15th, my blog would post it as the 14th. Just the little things that bother me. I have nothing interesting to say today. I guess it's because I know that most of the assessment is done for now, so I can relax. Lately, I've been thinking in story-format...does that make sense? Everything seems to be so story-like, wonder if there will be a happily-ever-after. I should try creative writing as an elective. So here's one I'm making up on the spot. I'm gonna throw in all my feelings, all my anxieties, and my current environment, and let's see if you can make it out.
"He walked out of the hall filled with jealousy. There was no where to go. He would have to go back in soon, and he could not afford to have this feeling tie him down. He walked towards the bathroom to wash his face. What was happening to him? Just a few days ago, he was fine, the stress of work, the worries of life, but not this, never this. He rationalised with himself in his head. It didn't mean anything. Everybody had to do it, she was just following the crowd.
She stood on the dance floor, lost. She had no partner, and the music was about to begin. Where was he? She remembered seeing him get up from his table, and then he was gone. Had he gone to the toilet? Did he know she was waiting? She turned on the spot, and when she had made a whole round, there he was standing before her...just that it wasn't him. He put out his hand for a dance, and she accepted. Everybody was doing it. It was just for fun. Then she saw him, walking out of the hall. Where was he going? He looked troubled.
Enough was enough. He had to go see it for himself. He walked out the toilet and walked objectively into the hall once again. She already had a partner, as he expected. The smile on her face was more than enough to send the jealousy coursing through his blood again. He took a deep breath, and controlled his feelings, then walked over a table near by and sat down. He watched intently, seeing if there was anything more than what met the eye, paying no attention to the conversation going on next to him."
OK that's all from me now. Man, I love my creative writing, however boring and true it may be.
