Velkommen

Hello, fellow Creative Writing students, teacher, and anyone else who may stumble across this blog and then hightail it out when they realize it's yet another one full of a highschooler's crappy writing. You may notice the fancy background, I chose it to give this blog a sense of weight and importance. It screams "The words set over me have something earthshaking to say!" But in reality, I just chose it in five seconds from Blogger's premade templates. But you can ignore what I just said. Go ahead and follow, and read the things that I post. You can get a friend and some popcorn, and laugh at how terrible they are, or perhaps make a somewhat Freudian analyisis of all the deep-seated psychological issues they demonstrate. Feel free to comment and speculate; if any of you have a sudden realization that I need to see a shrink before I snap and go on a murderous rampage, stabbing people in the eye with my mechanical pencils like the Joker, feel free to let me know. (Just as a side note, I watched The Dark Knight yesterday. It was enjoyable, especially if you like Christian Bale's chiseled biceps, as I do.) The knowledge will certainly be valuable, to save all of your lives.

Anyway, this blog was created for a Creative Writing class, so there will probably be some creative writing posted on it, to provide interludes between pictures of shirtless Christian Bale (not really). There will almost certainly be some short stories and little vignettes, with some poems and maybe a few fragments of script or screenplay thrown in. They're likely to have a surprising and almost unconscious turn of morbidity and black humor, much like this very post. My tendencies towards death and darkness are belied by the fact that I don't enjoy truly violent books and movies, unless of course they feature the omnipresent Christian Bale. (This is the last time I will mention Christian Bale in this blog post, I swear. Whoops, did it again. Christian Bale. Christian Bale. Ok, I'm done now. Really.) Lord of the Flies frankly disturbed me, as did the end of 1984. My creative musings tend not to feature that type of outright brutality so much as a few characters just having a happy day with the happy little trees in their own happy little world (I'm a fan of The Joy of Painting, with Bob Ross), and then suddenly someone cracks a joke about gouging out eyes with a melon baller. (In case you don't know, that's a thing you use to make balls of melon. Useful if you want a fruit salad. Yummy yummy.) So if that kind of thing disturbs you, you'd better run fast. I also may occasionaly make rants about something or other, probably politics. If you're offended by proponents of regulated capitalism and gay marraige, you'd better run fast. Actually, you'd just better run fast either way. I think I feel that nervous breakdown coming on, and my pencils are nice and sharp.