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add the element you mentioned: kids thinking they invented rebellion and sex and such... an older person in their midst, an older person who wears a mellowed, mild-mannered, unassuming exterior... and so on...
 
yeah well the teacher is made up, but, it's the idea of a forgotten memory coming alive, then it leads to other memories, which leads back to the present, wondering where the fire went, if there's a spark that with a little attention could resurrect into the wild fires of yore... stuff like that...

I was desperately in love with my male music teacher with all the yearnings of a virgin ....... hey that would make a good title!
 
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Is that the one about the teacher where everyone is asking what the last stanza means? If so it seems I was right which makes a nice change lol



You're very welcome my dear :kiss:

On a different part of the board someone replied to me and mentioned 'Bloody Brits' now I don't suppose he knows where I come from but I did feel it was my duty to point out the error of his ways! You're not all Americans on this board you know and I don't go around yelling 'Bloody Americans'!!
me too, i don't go yelling it but admit to having given it some thought a couple of times since being on Litland. ;)

add the element you mentioned: kids thinking they invented rebellion and sex and such... an older person in their midst, an older person who wears a mellowed, mild-mannered, unassuming exterior... and so on...
whilst underneath that bland exterior is a churning internal vat of what?
wishes
wants
needs
memories
lists of To Do

underneath stirs the legacy to break beyond dogmatic boundaries and rebel,
again.
 
well of course procrastination immediately implies conflict or friction, even if it's avoidance, because as long as it's avoided it'll always be there until the moment will be ripe for stepping out of the procrastination chamber and diving headlong into one of the procrastinated To Do's.
 
perhaps procrastination is different for us all. mine is usually avoidance (or perhaps being un-settled/un-ready). one of the women at work procrastinates because her attention span is flighty. the only tension in that is for everyone else. ;)

my To Do list is always there. at some times it's more in my face than others. when it's in my face there's definite tension.
 
Procrastinating is catching I always was a stickler for being on time even being very early but then I married the worlds worst procrastinator and now it's a case of if you can't beat 'em join 'em. I've made so many grand entrances (euphenism for late!) at so many functions because of his lordship that people are astounded if we are on time and exclaim loudly. Now it's got so we tell him it starts an hour earlier than it does and we maybe get there on time
 
quite often i find typos a gift. my fingers type fast than my brain and sometimes whole new words, or completely different words end up on the screen in front of my eyes before i've given them thought. it can be quite a shock. and quite a gift.

EO's 'itmes' is a pearl. my brain wants to translate it to 'times' but knows full well that times doesn't fit to make sense with the sentence, however it's double tricked by the word 'faster' because '.... times faster' is a common phrase. cool eh? i love it.
 
perhaps procrastination is different for us all. mine is usually avoidance (or perhaps being un-settled/un-ready). one of the women at work procrastinates because her attention span is flighty. the only tension in that is for everyone else. ;)

my To Do list is always there. at some times it's more in my face than others. when it's in my face there's definite tension.

Oh yes. A To Do troupe in the face. Shimmies and wiggles. Don't let you do much else except at least look at and think about doing at least one To Do. Yes there's the bold ones but sometimes it's really the quieter To Do at the bottom that offers incredible potential.
 
quite often i find typos a gift. my fingers type fast than my brain and sometimes whole new words, or completely different words end up on the screen in front of my eyes before i've given them thought. it can be quite a shock. and quite a gift.

EO's 'itmes' is a pearl. my brain wants to translate it to 'times' but knows full well that times doesn't fit to make sense with the sentence, however it's double tricked by the word 'faster' because '.... times faster' is a common phrase. cool eh? i love it.

I've made some classic typos in a chatroom that have come out far ruder than I intended if you're gonna make a typo make it a goodun lol
 
items, it me's, times
Here seem to have the classic left-right typo, where you end up alternating hands, when 2 letters should use the same hand.
Present browser lacks a spell checker, but properly spelled but out of context words can be even more fun.
There are some typos I commonly do: in coding I often try to 'retrun' from a function (compiler says 'what ?')
 
items, it me's, times
Here seem to have the classic left-right typo, where you end up alternating hands, when 2 letters should use the same hand.
Present browser lacks a spell checker, but properly spelled but out of context words can be even more fun.
There are some typos I commonly do: in coding I often try to 'retrun' from a function (compiler says 'what ?')

I was once in a chatroom and putting macros (word pictures) into the room and one chap commented about it ..... his name was Willy. Unthinking I answered using his name and it came out as "It's my artistic bent Willy" !!!!! the chatroom ground to a stunned standstill for a full minute before the comments came thick and fast and you can imagine what they were!
 
To Do:
write some damn poetry.
instead i have this incredible urge to just splurge out utterly descriptive scenes. but where to put them? just in my private journal where no eyes but my own can see, or perhaps blog, ew that might mean doing prose poetry to keep the blog pure, do i have that ability?; or maybe i'll just scribble them on scrap paper where they can be tossed on a table, on top of other scrabbled words. this blank wall beside me is curving with the crave of paint, much like a woman's back arches towards touch. just one word would look good scratched on its grey surface. whoever painted walls grey? where they human? how can anyone live with vertical blinds and grey walls? is it any wonder i ache to write about waterfalls, blossoms, the chubby rosy cheeks of babies? anything rounded has to be better than living within the walls of this storm-surged house.

ahh, okay i feel a little better now. but may have to do that again.
soon.
/rant
 
To Do:
write some damn poetry.
instead i have this incredible urge to just splurge out utterly descriptive scenes. but where to put them? just in my private journal where no eyes but my own can see, or perhaps blog, ew that might mean doing prose poetry to keep the blog pure, do i have that ability?; or maybe i'll just scribble them on scrap paper where they can be tossed on a table, on top of other scrabbled words. this blank wall beside me is curving with the crave of paint, much like a woman's back arches towards touch. just one word would look good scratched on its grey surface. whoever painted walls grey? where they human? how can anyone live with vertical blinds and grey walls? is it any wonder i ache to write about waterfalls, blossoms, the chubby rosy cheeks of babies? anything rounded has to be better than living within the walls of this storm-surged house.

ahh, okay i feel a little better now. but may have to do that again.
soon.
/rant

Scribble out your descriptive scenes, then get out someplace and put together a poem or two.
 
I know what I want to write about I've got a line or two and I've even got the title which is a biggy for me (I'm terrible at titles!) so what's stopping me? I'm trying to do it as an Italian Sonnet and I can't for the life of me 'hear' the rhythm. I've read about the da tums da tums and how many it should be even read a whole sonnet but the da tums arent there in my head!
 
I was once in a chatroom and putting macros (word pictures) into the room and one chap commented about it ..... his name was Willy. Unthinking I answered using his name and it came out as "It's my artistic bent Willy" !!!!! the chatroom ground to a stunned standstill for a full minute before the comments came thick and fast and you can imagine what they were!

LMAO

omg. I have been so busy, I can't even think straight. Late last night, I finished my weekly batch of 60 articles (30 unique articles and 2 alternate versions for each) that was supposed to be done Monday. Got another batch of 60 due Monday.. and my one client gave me 10 additional articles needed "urgently"! I gave him the most urgent one already. Gotta work on the other 9 today.

Normally, I can whip these articles out without much problem. Lately, my concentration is lacking due to my depression and PTSD.

I almost totally f'd up buying cigs the other day. Got carded, dude asked me how old I am, and I gave him the wrong age!!! Total blonde moment. I had been thinking so much about turning 38 in Dec. the last few months that I had already mentally aged myself accordingly. Did I tell you guys I am 38 any time recently? LOL I'm 37-- until December anyway.
 
LMAO

omg. I have been so busy, I can't even think straight. Late last night, I finished my weekly batch of 60 articles (30 unique articles and 2 alternate versions for each) that was supposed to be done Monday. Got another batch of 60 due Monday.. and my one client gave me 10 additional articles needed "urgently"! I gave him the most urgent one already. Gotta work on the other 9 today.

Normally, I can whip these articles out without much problem. Lately, my concentration is lacking due to my depression and PTSD.

I almost totally f'd up buying cigs the other day. Got carded, dude asked me how old I am, and I gave him the wrong age!!! Total blonde moment. I had been thinking so much about turning 38 in Dec. the last few months that I had already mentally aged myself accordingly. Did I tell you guys I am 38 any time recently? LOL I'm 37-- until December anyway.

How you feeling now re cough and stuff? slappppppp on bottom for blonde crack! I can vaguely remember being 37/38 won't say how old I am in Feb but it's one of those so called 'special' birthdays grooooooooooan
 
There's just something about this upcoming birthday.. it's like I have associated it with being almost 40 for the first time..

As far as the depression and PTSD, my psychiatrist doubled my one medication, changed my diagnosis again, and seconded (thirded? LOL) my case manager's and therapist's opinion that I need partial hospitalization. I'm waiting to hear what days I will need to start spending at the hospital.

I'm definitely not looking forward to hanging out at the hospital 2 or 3 days a week, but it's better than being hospitalized.

Oh, the diagnosis change is no big deal. My mood disorder diagnosis flip-flops between recurrent, severe depression and bipolar disorder. He just switched it back to bipolar disorder. Not sure why, but the 2 can be so close that it doesn't surprise me that it is not uncommon for my doc/hospital chart to say one and my MH/MR chart to say the other.

ETA:
The cough is almost completely gone, thanks.
 
wow. just wow.

was talking to a low-level celeb.. he had a few small parts in movies and is a rapper. So, I was just curious where this was leading...

wow. we chatted a few times today. The last time he called, he told me he has a gf.. but she's cool.. :rolleyes:
said if i wanted to fool around with him.. i could stay at THEIR house and she would probaby join in :eek:

so... I guess I saw where that was going. LOL
I just can't see myself as a sex toy... and I told him that.

men.
worse yet- celebrity men.
 
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