So Make Something Up

I really need to write, but have nothing to write about. Isn't that an interesting predicament? Probably doesn't happen very much. Well, it doesn't happen ever, because there's always something to write about. You should know that by now.

I've never thought of myself as a writer, because I never liked following all the rules. Writers spend hours and days and years looking for the right words in the right combination to make history. I'd rather let it all just run out of my head, through my fingers and into the keyboard. What kind of writing is this, anyway? It's not like I'm writing to change anyone's life, to impress the critics or to make a profound statement about life as we don't know it. I just wonder what I can put into words sometimes, just out of curiousity. Maybe it's the kind of writing that works for song lyrics, but even then, history doesn't seem to take any of the music I listen to seriously. Well, maybe that's not true, but it seems like the more obscure artists are the better ones. Why is that?

Anyway, I just like to hear myself talk sometimes. Does that make me selfish? Why yes, it may, but I'll do it anyway. I bought a hat yesterday and I think I might glue it to my head because I like it so much. I overwore it today, and probably will from now on, and in fact I'm wearing it right now because it makes me feel a little more like myself. There's something about a hat like this that makes me feel like I can keep things to myself and it's OK. Kind of like the nail polish thing - don't know if I've mentioned that, I've lately gotten into a habit of wearing obscenely bright nail polish. It was yellow last week, and as much as I loved the yellow it got chipped so I had to clean it off to make way for a new color. Bright green's next - maybe tonight I'll go for it, since I've been waiting for two days to get some color back on the ends of my fingers.

I don't know what exactly my fascination is with these unusual things - first the nails, now the hat - but I like that they're something no one else has. It's a different side of materialism, I guess - not so much quantity as originality. Just stop me if I start doing crazy things like putting up halloween decorations in February... oh wait, I already did that...

Saw a great concert tonight, Matt Nathanson and Ingrid Michaelson. Have a few lyrics...

The Way I Am - Ingrid Michaelson

If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.

Cause I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.

Cause I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.

Cause I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.