Instead of writing status updates I save up those thoughts and write blog posts

Everytime I go for a walk I think up a blog post. Everyday I should just walk to the library, sit down and write what I thought of on the walk, walk home, write what I thought of on the walk, and then just repeat that as many times as possible. Also it would be good exercise. (Or I could have a circuit that includes multiple libraries)

Someone who has an extensive formspring should publish their formspring as a book. I have thought about asking someone a bunch of questions anonymously on formspring and then publishing it as an interview. Maybe I should get a journalism degree (it worked for tao lin (LOL who gives a fuck what degree tao lin has?))

I wish spencer madsen had a blog at www.everythingisfucked.com

I just wrote a poem into a status update on facebook and then posted it and then screenshotted it and then deleted the status because I wanted the poem to be the screenshot but I didn't want the status to exist on facebook.

Brb having a bath.

Just reread the second half of A Million Bears in the bath. The water got a bit cold by the end.
I reread the first half next to the library earlier. I was going to read while walking to and from the library but it was raining so I couldn't.

I think of my wallet, my phone, and my ipod as the holy trinity. If I don't bring them with me when I go out I usually regret it. (can't find my fucking ipod) The ipod can be replaced with a book

Brb eating dinner.

Back. Why did I have a bath earlier if I'm planning on going for a run later? Seems stupid.

Brb writing 1000 words of my novel. JK just gonna check facebook and stuff

boring blog

Did you know that it's actually Jackson's younger sister writing this blog? I bet you didn't.

I don't write everything that happens to me in this blog. It seems like that would be consoring myself. I am giving you a limited yet honest view of my life or somethiing. Usually I don't care about censoring myself. I do it to improve the ratio of quality to bullshit. But on this blog I am attempting not to censor myself.

Last night I sllept for two hours. Then I stood and sat in the cold for two hours. Then I ran 8km.

 


Today I returned all of my library books but one. It was difficult to fit them all into my backpack. New rule: no more than two books issued from the library at once.

I'm beginning to think that Blake Butler and Tao Lin are the same person.

I think about these posts before I write them but I always forget something.

UNCENSORED THOUGHTS:
I wish me and Ben Brooks had a caring email correspondence.
I wish me and James Duncan still chatted regularly.
Does anyone want to publish a book by me? Will you agree to publish it sight unseen? Give me monthly deadlines like I need the first draft of this stroy by next monday.

There were lots of girls dressed as fairies. I like fairies.

I bought 10 mini donuts fresh from the deepfrier for $5. I went to a mcdonalds that i always expect/hope to be empty but is always busy. Today I discovered there is an unstrairs. I bought a larger choc sunday and a large chips. I wanted to get a frozen l&p too but they were out or something. I should have bought a drink because I need to stay hydrated.

I washed my head (at first i accidently wrote shaved). My hair feels nice. I have a headache.

My mum bought this shirt from a garage sale many many many years ago. I think i was still in primary school. I still like it








I like how Megan Boyle doesn't end her paragraphs with full stops.

Caro has turned her blog into a fashion blog. She is way better than Bebe Zeva.

I don't have any credit on my cellphone

I feel like Tao Lin

The truth is I'm trying really hard to write a poem
but I feel terrible.

The truth is I cried a lot today
but I don't have a but for this stanza but it needs one to fit the form of this poem.

The truth is I have have negative feelings about posting this here
but I'm trying not to censor myself here

62% Cocoa muthafuckas

Tomorrow I hope to:
Finish reading this lydia davis book
get out some dvds
write 500 words in this novel im writing (OH LOOK AT ME I"M WRITING A NOVEL WHO GIVES A FUCK no it's not part of nanowrimo)
go for a run
watch that ustream
seems pretty busy.

This evening I got a call on my cellphone. I hate phonecalls. Usually I don't answer. SOmetimes my sister gets mad at me for not answering the home phone. Tonight I answered. It was my old flatmate. He had accidentally transferred $150 dollars into my account and wanted it back. I talked to him. then went to send the money back but realised I didn't kknow his account number. I texted to ask for it but realised that I had texted the wrong sSimon@! Anyway it all got sorted in the end. It was okay

I really need to trim my fingernails.

I'm sleepy/tired. I sent a photo of my penis to someone the other day and they kept going on about how big it was. I don't think it's that big.

I want to have one more sizable paragraph but I don't know what it should be about. My dad read grow up by Ben Brooks. We went for a run together tonight. We talked a little about funny moments in the book. I really liked the knock knock joke. DISCO/NNECT. My dad asked me how I thought this book compared to Tao Lin (HE HAS READ SOME TAO LIN ALSO). I said I thought they were different/ trying to do different things. I said although I viewed Ben as being part of the same internet scene (LOOSELY) comparing this book to Tao's work wasn't very useful. We both agreed that grow up is a more traditional novel. Hi Ben. Hi Tao. Hi Caro.

this book seems sweet because it's only forty pages and the type is large