Hi, my name
is Logan Welliver. This is my rant. I have had a horrible day today, but that’s
okay because it’ll be better another day. No reason to kill myself or anything.
Just chillin’ here and listening to some music. I am male, not female. I happen
to love music and I have a love/hate relationship with philosophy right now.
Balls. My frustration word. I have this fancy new Mac and it’s been a constant
source of joy and distraction. If I can pump out a thousand or more words from
this I’ll be impressed. I’m not even at two hundred yet. When I get angry I
think of all these fun things to do, but I never seem to do that, I think I
need help. Facebook sucks, but it’s awesome. Why do girls suck? Even though
they don’t. I just say that when I’m feeling lonely and really want someone to
cuddle with, oh well. I need to play piano. But It’s late and I need to sleep.
School sucks and at the same time it’s the best thing ever. I have a feeling it
will get even better with time. I can just feeling my typing skills getting
better by the second. I’m just gonna write a freaking novel right now. Here’s
how it will start…
There once
was a boy. He had no arms, but he still wanted to play the piano. So instead,
he tried using his toes to play. He was a massive success and he had no arms. The
moral of the story is that you don’t need arms to be awesome. THE END.
That was
just a summary; it’ll be longer than that. Like a few words longer. That was
the abridged version. It will be a massive success because it relates to
everyone who doesn’t have arms. I have arms, but I imagine that it would be
horrible if I had no arms. Off the subject of no arms. I need to get a big ol’
deep dish pizza. I wanna go to Giordano’s. How about a break? Just a break from
life? I feel like I never get those, but I probably do more often than I think.
I’m at (ß
371st word.) 372 words. I need to print some stuff in the morning. I
kind of wish I had my own printer; convenience is a beautiful thing. I did not
know how to spell convenience, so thank God for spell check. Over the past two
weeks I have gone from having no music in my iTunes library to having 3.7 days
worth of it, that’s made up of 1452 tracks, I think that is some substantial
progress. I actually feel like I’m doing something of worth, I am working my brain
and maybe even my writing skills. This is creative writing so the rules of
grammar don’t apply. For the most part. Screw. Full. Sentences. Go fragments!
This is incredible. I’m just about to pass 500 words. This is my 500th
word. Not kidding, the word “this” is my 500th word. Crazy.
Productivity at it’s greatest. I’m determined to write until I get to at least
a thousand words. I’m listening to Gungor and I just think they are so
wonderful. They are musically inclined and have such great musicianship and yet
have the greatest meanings to their songs. The combination makes them one the
best bands ever. I really hope that one day I can write music that will rival Gungor
in musicianship and overall worth, but that’s a very lofty goal. I’m on
Facebook right now. The thing that is quite great about socializing on Facebook
is that everything you say you can come back to and quote and it’s like a
written conversation. Even though you don’t see people face to face. I wish
life automatically recorded and documented conversation. Memories would have
that much more value. Someone could be like… “I remember that one time, that
was fun, remember what I said? Neither do I. Oh wait… Let’s look it up! Oh!
Haha. What I said back then was really funny. I’m funny. Thank God that all
these conversations are documented.” That would be in a perfect world, but I
guess in a perfect world we would just be able to remember everything. Sounds
pretty perfect. I really do wonder how people write books, I wouldn’t have the
patience. But I do understand why it takes them so long… This could suck to
write like a million words. I say “like” because it may not be a million words.
More or less. Probably less. Unless it’s God and, and, and you wrote the Bible.
How cool? I think it would be awesome to be one of the authors of the bible.
I’m doing pretty well with this word count and so far it’s been under an hour
that I’ve been typing. I’m impressed with myself. I think right now I’m crying
out for a best friend. I want someone that I know better than anyone else and
can talk to about anything and have absolutely no shame around. I’ve made a lot
of friends here, but it takes time. It’s about to hit midnight, now. It’s now
September 24th now. I’ve been at school for exactly a month now.
This is all going by so quickly. I’m not going to bed yet… Erg. I’m really
anxious. I don’t want to be anxious. I want to be calm and relaxed. Dear God,
please give me strength. Please. I’m a broken human and need some serious help.
I’m so ridiculously messed up. I realize it’s incredibly easy to bash on
myself. Is it that easy for all people? Probably not the narcissists. They
could probably go on about how great they are for hours. But thankfully I
haven’t met a person yet that is that extreme. In my finals words… Pray. The
best thing you can do in any situation is pray. And then go do it. Go do
something. Be awesome. Be awesome in God. Because God is awesome.
