Write a stream-of-consciousness piece similar to the "Catch Her in the Oatmeal" handout. Your writing can be about your day/ week, OR you can turn your favorite fairy tale/ myth/ short story into a stream-of consciousness piece. Stream-of-consciousness is a type of storytelling where the writer reveals inner thoughts, feelings, etc., without censoring his/her work; therefore, you shouldn't take your fingers off the keyboard! Don't worry about typos/ punctuation/ grammar until the end!
Miss Kaser, I chose a bad moment to start writing this blog entry, but I don't think I'm going to erase it when I'm done. It's nothing personally really. And it's going to come across a lot more dramatic than I had wanted- and you know me. I HATE that. Drama, but whatever. There is drama everywhere at every time. I can't stand it. I know I'm not informing you of anything you don't already know. Still, I'm doing exactly what the assignment says, I guess. Right? I hate being in bad moods because I feel that they are a waste of time. We should spend life being happy and experiencing everything possible to enrich your life. Still though, I'm angry. Am I even angry? I don't know. I'm just feeling... annoyed.
I'm annoyed at my brother. I'm annoyed at my sister. At my friends, at my mom, at my headache, and at myself. I'm listening to Brand New right now. Whenever I write something in my diary (because Yes I keep a diary) I write down the exact song/artist I'm listening to at the time so that if I ever look back I can relive it or something? I don't even know. Anyway, Right now it's "Handcuffs." Ok so I'll get back to my whining rant. I'm so annoyed at everything right now. I know I'm only fifteen... but life is nothing like I'd ever imagined it would be. I mean I'm "standing here with no right to complain because it's already more than I'd ever have asked." ("Digest by Ben Taylor. I'm not sure if I got those lyrics right or not.) Still, I have to complain. Usually I would just be saying this to nobody and keep it to myself, but I mean... you did ask. Sorry to put it all on you. Not that you deserve all this unneeded weight either... Again, sorry. ("Soco Amaretto Lime" - Brand New)
As much as I really wanna write more here and complain and moan and such about all my problems, I have to remember a few important things: this is the world wide web... do not want everyone reading my personal issues haha, I feel really badly about stressing you out about my mediocre teenage problems, and I just remembered how stupid I sound. ("The Story" - Brandi Carlile) My life is so blessed and so good and so amazing. Why am I sitting here on my nice newish Mac desktop computer tap tap typing away about all my HUGE problems? Just so you know, I don't mean to come off like I'm bragging. I'm just acknowledging and appreciating how lucky my life is. I mean really. People live on the streets! I mean REALLY. People live outdoors where there aren't even any streets! Oy, I just played out a mmmaaasssssssssssssiiivvveeeee mood swing on you. Sorry haha. Who knows? Maybe you won't even read it?
In seventh grade, I always did that. In our daily journal entries, I would never write he assignment. I would write random things and notes to my teacher saying things like, "...I know you're not going to read this." and then I'd finish up the page with some scary messed up message about like abuse or terrorism which I have never suffered. She never opened my journal once that whole year. ("Devil in the Details" - Bright Eyes) It's ironic though because if you do read this - obviously you're unlike her because you're reading my work. And if you don't read it, then you'll never know how I feel about that and how you are similar to good ol' Mrs. Meyer. Believe me, I'm not accusing you of anything or judging you in anyway. This is mean, but to this day I wonder how that seventh grade teacher of mine could become a Mrs. ("Tourist Trap" - Bright Eyes)