Worry warts? I don't think so.

Hello there once again.
So, today is the most dreaded day of the week. Monday. Monday is usually the day where I cram all of the other homework I didn't do Friday, or any of the other days that I had a chance to do it. Currently at a community college surrounded by assorted people, kind of like a box of chocolates. People working their heart out and studying, some people acting like they're working their heart out and studying, and the few that are working on their blog(me) or just on facebook liking that one random guy that they think is cute's status.
This blog is filled with procrastination and I tell you, along with tumblr, it will be the death of me. BUT I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS BLOG AND TUMBLR.
My Antonia! My Antonia! Where art thou? My bohemian child, tell the wanderers what I have spoken of, the great land of Jefferson County!
Currently reading "My Antonia" for school, finishing up the project that I will hopefully have done by tonight, and then watch Glee or The Big Bang Theory. In all honesty, I'm probably not really like my mother who studies day and night, can't sleep because she's thinking about her school all the time, and studies anywhere and everywhere, at home, in the car, even at the movies. She studies way too much, and is sorry, but she's a worry wart. She worries about everything, while I sit back and tell her to calm down and everything will be okay. It will really be okay after a while. Get over the hump and even though you might fall, get back up.

Write about Writing Much?

While listening to my favorite artist, Rufus Wainwright, and starting on the beginning of my new blog, thinking about how different this is from tumblr, I still have time to think about what other bloggers have gone on through this same process of the beginnings of a new blog. On tumblr, you can write, post pictures, post GIFS, audio, whatever you'd like to post, but on here, it's kind of different. No GIFS, yes, you can post pictures, but there isn't any "reblogging" or "like", "following", et cetera. 

On blogspot.com, it's post a picture or two and write your itty bitty heart out. 

So, here I am, writing my itty bitty heart out. 

I write a mix of everything, and almost everything I've ever "written" is typed on this laptop that I'm typing on right now. Scripts, regular screen plays, poems, diary entries, short stories, fanfiction. Even though it's not really writing, photography should be counted as writing since a picture is worth a thousand words and they make you feel emotions just like when you write a poem about how the cool breeze breathes against your skin in a field with grass up to your knees. A painting, how simple, the movement of a brush specifies how the painter kissed the canvas with the brush, dripping with paint. Passion, envy, love, something just so delicate to touch has been transported from what they think, what they see, onto that canvas, and what that writer wrote, is now transported onto that piece of fine parchment. 

When I write, that's my goal; to transport what I see to the person reading. They could have their own show in their mind, control the setting. What the writer has for them is just an outline which only gives the reader an idea since they can not see what the author can.

            "The way her long, blonde hair dance down her back, her blue and white summer dress. The way the musics upbeat sound pulsed through the room made her lips curl into a smile. Her green eyes peeked out from under her long lashes to gaze at the sight in front of her..." 

Even though some people may not be decent writers, or some people may be fantastic at it, writing is writing. It's different if you actually give it a shot. :)

Love letters and early mornings, 

Mariah Eli