I haven't written on my dear blog in awhile. I decided to share some of the ramblings from my writing class journal:

"How would you describe the carpet? It is green and blue Berber.

Or you can say...

The carpet winds across the room; shattering the white of wall paint. It meets the chair legs and shows some classy reservation by not taking hold."

How would you describe the act of clipping your finger nails? They were long so I snipped them.

Or...

An inch would be too gross. They start to measure a 1/4 maybe and I start to feel uncomfortable. They get crooked, yellowed, and dirty. It is hard to play guitar. They snag on my sweater. When I splay them on the ground, I bid farewell to some more of my DNA."