Random Rant #2: Wordstock 4 Rant

Sometimes I don't know what the heck I'm talking about. A sudden inspiration will strike me, and I'll run to Blogger and clack in a few words about nothing. It's all very impulsive. I wish I had time to edit and rewrite, maybe pull my head out of my ass long enough to get these posts out of first draft hell.

The reason I was even able to set up this site and start posting was because my dad lent me his laptop while he and my sisters traveled down to Wordstock. Speaking of which, I better not get any more questions as to why I didn't attend Wordstock IV; I'm 18 (YA, XD prospective attendee), not as competent in staff positions as others, my Home didn't have the funds, and Jesus said maybe next time. Go figure.

It's not that I'm murmuring or having big trials that I didn't go, but please, having to answer this question to every concerned adult or inquisitive teen is starting to irk me. Contrary to popular belief, life does not revolve around Wordstock. I had a pretty decent time staying home, as shocking as that may seem to some of you. Please understand this, and quit asking me why I didn't go to Wordstock and pitying me because of it. You had a kickass time at Wordstock? Great. I'm really happy for you, look, I'm smiling; yes that is a smile and don't let me hear you say otherwise. Or I'll kill this defenseless watermelon.

I have so much to say. Too much, too strongly, too loudly, too impassioned; with little tact, sense, or reason. It's hard to bite your tongue for so long. Common sense and courtesy keeps these thoughts, words, and actions imprisoned. The Word filters and junks them. Thank God.