The beginning of the end? Perhaps.

"If i were a zebra, would i be black with white stripes, or white with black stripes? Hmm?"

Makes you wonder.

Anyway, English test was bad and good. Bad because of the boring factor. Good because i could vent my "anger" at the test, at the test. Mainly because of self-reflexivity which i love, and probably should do a lot less of. But gist of the writing:

"Here lies me. Stuck in a room and doing a test for which the marker and I do not care for. Because they asked for "drama" I guess i'll write about a soppy soapy romance. Because of cause all markers love soap operas."

Yada, yada. Etc. till end of test and then, end with 15 minutes to spare. Really. It was that boring. So i changed it a bit and the opening line was "And here is my problem." Later i have a complication in a complication in a text in a box, so it's all okay. I do hope i beat a certain someone in this test though, seeing as it's a "writing" test and not a "creative writing" PIECE. Thus, my "carp" won't affect the mark. Mind you, it was well written, if i do say so myself, albeit in the same format in which i write these posts. Really.

But perhaps i should turn that story that i half-wrote into a typed version and maybe...I'm not sure. Who would read it? Perhaps i'll save it for next year anyway. And it shall be a surprise. Maybe.

Don't like English, because my heart isn't into this drawing, because i can't draw faces and i don't like drawing things that i have little passion about. Not that i don't have interest, but it feels more of a "composistion" than a "drawing" to me. I hope you can tell the difference. If not, well.

Because the art of appropriation is so post-modern and neat and whoo, I will appropriate this.

Who Am I?

I am not a piece of trivia to be handed about and asked "yes/no" questions.
I am not a famous person, nor do i wish to be.
I am a fan of instrumental music mainly, because lyrics sometimes jarrs the notes of an otherwise quasi-perfect song.
I am a fan of marshmallows, fluffy doughtnuts, vanilla ice cream and a hater of chocolate, booze, smoking and idiocy.
I am probably the most impatient person you will ever come to know, if you do ever "know" me. Beyond the "oh. that guy." "know".
I am male.
I draw.
I write. But not seriously. Though i could probably write a novel given a BIG idea. Which i have none of.
I play music. But it never sounds right to me.
I use imperatives. A lot. I guess it feeds into the impatient.
I wonder what people mean when they said "KevinOLemon". But it's a bit mean.
I wonder about whether somethings are worth wondering about.
I hope.
I don't pray. Nor do i have a religion.
I wish.
I have freeverse poetry to compose. Like this.
I have an Art Award entry pending judging. Hoping i win.
I appropriate.
I apologise. To you and to you. Both of you; the people who i am appropriating.
I wonder if you'll be mad.
I hope not.
I have long posts because i spend time musing about things closest to me.
I write about my experiences, even the embarassing ones. But those who are close to me will never read them. Unless I let them.
I capitalise ideas, thoughts and nothings, randomly. Anything Which Catches My Attention and must require Capitilization.
I love simplicity. Sometimes. Others...
I like complexity. Sometimes.
I think that the world cannot be changed, except through convenience.
I am ReCkLeSs. And,
I can't help it.
I hate being the leader. But
I can talk about a topic given a little bit of time to prepare. Not as good as some, though. And for some reason,
I am almost always the leader. You should see. It's scary.
I could be wrong.
I might be wrong.
I am wrong. No.
I am not wrong.
I am selfish, but you'll probably never see that side, nor me tell you evidence of that.
I am me.

And that is all there is.

Hoping you like my appropriation. (Please comment). I'm sorry. To you and you.