The beginning.

Hi! I'm writing a blog about the thoughts of a certain Lindy, who will be sitting right next to me while I'm writing, and she probably won't know what I'm writing about. :3 I'm not entirely sure if these thoughts are accurate, but it's what came to mind. I'm gonna try to be consistent, but forgive me if I'm not. Okay, enjoy. :3




Lindy's Thoughts.

I have to write this poem before I go home tonight, or Emma won't shut the fluck up about that damn anime... it's probably not even that good. I mean, if Diane didn't like it, I probably won't, we have similar tastes when it comes to this kind of thing... Agh, Emma, shut up, I don't need to hear you whining about how much your writer's block is bothering you, what about me!? I've got a perfectly fine, working brain, with no writer's block, and YOU'RE. NOT. LETTING. ME. WRITE. Ugh. Okay... I need to finish this before we get home, and that means I need to finish it before we leave Mesa Verde. What time is it... 6:12? I've got enough time... yeah. Although, it depends on how long I want this poem to be. Okay... I've got four of the months down... what should I do? Should I keep going with this months/songs thing all the way through the seasons? That would be nice, but I don't think I have the time... whatever, I'll just write something else, maybe I'll come back to that later. Okay, here we go.... Emma, that tapping of your keyboard is driving me insane, dammit. Hah, don't get distracted, Lindy, concentrate, concentrate! Okay. This is going well, I've just been writing while I thought, let me just read this over.... okay, okay, that's good... oh that needs fixing. Let's see... little bit of a hold up-no! I got it! Ah, this is going great! Hm. Emma's actually been pretty quiet for a while, I wonder what she's writing... maybe I'll look... no, she'd get mad. She'd turn her computer screen away from me or just slam the top down. Why is she always so touchy about her writing? Hm. Maybe I'll never know why... maybe she's writing something risqué. Oh well. Okay, we've got almost a page now... I wonder if my hand writing is too messy? Emma's told me that it is, several times. I can read it just fine though, see- oh, I can't understand that, but I can see the words that come before and after, so I can make a wild guess... turkey? Yeah, I'm pretty sure it says turkey... or is it murky? Whatever, I'll go with turkey, much more poetic sounding. Okay, we've got a nice page here- Emma, what are you looking at!? That's a little creepy, I just noticed she keeps looking at me out of the corner of her eyes, but she doesn't stop typing, and she doesn't seem to be messing up. I wonder what she's thinking about. Probably that anime... oh, yeah, there's that weird smile on her face. She's definitely fanta-uh, I mean thinking about that anime again. What a weirdo. Hm.... oh hey, I almost have a page and a half know. Ow, tangles. I should brush my hair. Oh, that boy in the blue shirt is kind of attractive, I wonder if Emma's noticed. Ah. She has, she was just looking. Now she keeps flicking her eyes up to him, maybe she'll stop looking at m-Oh, nope, she's stopped and gone back to me. Hah, weirdo. Okay! I think I've got it! What time, what time... oh, it's about 6:21! We should leave now if we wanna get there early. Okay, zip my coat up, yawn, stretch, and we're just about good! Now, if only Emma would stop typing- Oh, she just said "ready to go". Yes, ma'am, ready when you are... thank god. C'mon, put down the computer... okay, looks like she's wrapping up! Onto chorus, I guess... I can't believe she let me write in peace... it's a miracle.

11/09/15