Lack of Inspiration Produces Exceedingly Dull Bloggings

Today isn’t a day for blogging. I feel as if my blogging inspiration won’t come back until during or after winter break. Because there is only one week left, I am beginning to feel ever so slightly restless. I am very ready for a break.

I’m excited to make a to-do list for the break, and then check everything off. I plan to finish the book I’m reading, The Stranger by Albert Camus. I checked it out from the school library for a project, and its just about the coolest book I’ve ever had my hands on besides my Natural History illustrated textbook type thing from 1952 and my 1893 edition of Alice in Wonderland (that I got for a steal at 27 bucks plus tax on eBay, and that I have yet to finish reading, which I will also do over the break).

Anyway, this book has been checked out from Clark High School’s library since 1967, which is incredible in itself. Just imagine how many hands it has passed through… and it has that genuine old-book smell, which is nice. The cover is a lovely limeish green with a sixties kind of pattern. It contains twisted annotations that would send any AP Lang/Comp teacher into cardiac arrest: crossed out words because the reader felt their word choices were more appropriate, and other thoughts containing one “April Butterfield” and a statement about her physical attractiveness to the wielder of the writing utensil. I wonder where April Butterfield is now, how old she is, and the like. Is it possible that the anonymous admirer and Ms. Butterfield have consequently married? Who knows.

I also plan to do more art-related stuff because I haven’t drawn a picture in what feels like a long time. I’ve been too busy lately to be creative, so hopefully that will change this winter break. I would also like to make more bracelets because my favorite hemp bracelet broke recently, so I need to make another one to replace it.

My family and I are attending a Manheim Steamroller Christmas concert thing tonight, which is pretty cool… I’m curious to see how they operate live, because I’ve always been particularly fond of their Christmas songs. I should probably be getting ready to go to that at this very moment. But who wants to read about that, really?

I dislike writing about whatever I would like to do because I find it to be hopelessly boring and completely pointless to any reader. However, I could be wrong. Maybe I have thousands of dedicated fans out there somewhere that are just dying to know my Winter Break to do list is. Until my blog inspiration comes back, these lackluster musings will have to do.

The Downfall of a Blog

Because I am quite busy and have absolutely no time to spare, I find myself with no time to sit and ponder what to write about. For this reason, I must write about nothing in particular in order to check something off of my to-do list, which is literally a page long. (Hooray)

I feel acutely terrible for being generally uncreative with this blog entry, but for the sake of time this blog has become a martyr of sorts. Who knows, perhaps because of its selfless actions it will be celebrated in later years. One can never be sure, but I can vouch for the fact that this blog is kindhearted and truly deserves to be not sacrificed. However, because of self interest, it must be sacrificed anyway. This may come across as unconditionally cruel, and I certainly apologize, but there is nothing that can be done now.

This blog is perishing slowly at a constant rate, like one of those large containers of Ovaltine over a summer. Daily a mother will supply her child with a single tablespoon of chocolate powder diffused into a tall glass of milk. Each day the container loses one tablespoon, slowly chipping away at the whole until it is nothing but an empty shell. Yes, this situation is synonymous with the demise of this very blog. The fall is constant, unless of course the child discovers a stepstool as to reach the counter on his own. From there, the demise would occur sporadically- two or three table spoons one day, varying from the generous four table spoons of the day before. Occurring in spastic amounts, the fall is far more painful- like short bursts of agony. Now the blog’s fate is to be determined by the greedy, insatiable child instead of the level-headed mother.

Thankfully I believe that this blog is in virtually no pain and is at this very moment quite comfortable. I think it may even believe itself to be a hero. I will encourage this blog that it is correct in its thinking, but when I turn around I will cackle devilishly.

I do have a conscience, and it is thudding deeply in my skull, but I logically realize that as soon as this blog is done with I can devote my energies to other areas of study. True, the collapse of this blog is unfortunate, but it is of stark necessity.