I think I've forgotten how to write.

No no no not fishing for pity, or encouragement really...it's just like I've lost the thread of where I was going with it, and maybe that's combined with overthinking this whole blog thing. (One of my poorer characteristics, always overthinking.) It's hard to write when you know that there's the possibility that someone somewhere is gonna get bored and mosey onto your site, and half-bemusedly read your intimate thoughts and feelings and dreams and put a label on it all. Even if I don't really record intimate thoughts and dreams here...I mean it's mostly spur-of-the-moment poems really. Or mushy emotionally-charged rants on freedom or some vague something. Good gravy, I'm even labelling my own blog writing. It's just hard to get the hang of it all back once you've lost it, that's all. Was this pointless? I think I just wrote down pointlessness. GAHHHHHH

On another note, I was leafing through my 2005 senior yearbook, and found pictures of my twin (Tamura Lynnette Turney!) as a little kid in the dedications part, and OH MY WORD Kate and even my Mama said we looked eerily alike! So Tambizzle, we really are twins!!! Proof, hah!

And I finally found the picture of the stalker of my feet from my speech class (eerk), Mr. Michael himself. I wonder if he works in a shoe store now. Or if he's in jail from actually getting ahold of some poor girl's feet. You never know...

Oh, and I was supposed to keep up the story I started, which in retrospect isn't actually a novel (like it's supposed to be according to write-a-novel month or whatever) but it gives a little zest to the book world all the same. Here goes page two...

The potato decided one Tuesday that it wanted to be extraordinary. But it didn't know how.

to be continued...label me however you wish, unseen viewers!!