Awkward Sonnet

I miss you when you are not around me
This is not a familiar feeling
Who thought you would be my lovely key
To cause my outer shell to start peeling
When once I used to not crave afection
I always happen to want it from you
I always see you as a perfection
Though you would never seem to want me to
Perhaps you would think it silly of me
To think of you in this way so strongly
I think of you as love's epitome
But I also know not to go quickly
Perhaps I will just smile in your direction
I will show my amount of affection

Long Words For Simple Concepts

Trochaic Tetrameter

A hamster Journeys at midnight
It's stubby tail wiggles with glee
He is raring for a big fight
I wonder if he's coming for me
With malace in his face growing
there can be no good outcome now
I see that I have always known
Tonight will be the night I die.


Anapestic Tetrameter

The fight was set for tonight and I just can't look
The hamster is coming to reclaim lives I took
He's advancing on me rapidly and very hard
I'm quite honestly surprised by the lump of lard
Oh dear he's quite close now to eating all my face
I wonder if I still have that tiny bottle of mace
He's on me now and there is not much left to do
I guess there is no more time left to stage a coup
I beg of thee dear maiden hamster to spare thee
I always did hope you did really Truely love me

Blogging About Blogging: Blogception, we have to go deeper

Blogging is a sort of foreign reach of the internet to me. But it really all depends on what you count as blogging. To me Twitter updates and Facebook statuses could all be considered blogging, assuming you say more than "going to eat lunch". If you do count that than I guess I blog a ton. I've always had an interest in perhaps bloggin one day, but it feels vaugely narcissistic to expect anyone to want to read it. Who would be interested in someone with a life not any more interesting then their own. What would I even blog about? But I digress, self asteem issues aside, blogging seems fun, and I'm excited to do it.