Blue
02/02/2006 05:11 a.m.
I've been rather blue in more ways than one recently. At first I was just rather lonely, typical kind of emotion. Later I was upset because none of my poetry made it into an on-campus magazine.

I submitted "Desensitization" and they rejected it because of the last line. "Disturbance" was rejected because the central theme was "realized but not conveyed to the audience." "Take a Breath" was rejected because the language was too flowery, and it's one of the least flowery of the ones I sent in. They also said the first two stanzas were the best, which have the most flowery language.

The best one they rejected had the dumbest reason. "Transparent Hypocrisy" was rejected because the reader felt attacked when reading it. And the only reason people feel attacked when reading a poem is when they disagree with what is being said. The attack is purposeful to make other people listen to what you say. The people that agree with you go "Yes! Attack them!" They don't feel attacked themselves.

So I'm thinking "Wonderful, I wanted to be on staff with a bunch of racists who think it's perfectly fine to beat up a person because they're skin colour is different."

The other way I was blue is very odd. I have severe issues with my shoulders being really weak and painful somedays. Today, however, my left arm hurt really badly. Later in the the day I looked down at my hand, and noticed it looked a bit weird. So I put it next to my other hand and noticed a severe colour difference. My hand was -blue-which I didn't think was a very good thing. My friend somehow fixed it, but it was still rather freaky.
I am currently Bleh
I am listening to Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack