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Verdana is a much better font than Times New Roman. I don't know why. I just like writing in it more. College is going better, I think. Classes are starting to suck, though. I have my first mid-term this Thursday. ;_; I just keep trying my hardest, I guess. Hopefully I'll pull decent grades. I've been going to the anime club here, which is really cool. And I've also had a sudden deep interest in Neon Genesis Evangelion. I watched the series before but now I'm all into like, the Biblical stuff and the Instrumentality project and whatever. And my roommate is awesome. She likes anime and other cool things. Our room looks really cool....one of these days I'll post pictures of it. But enough of me and on to writing. I started writing tonight to see how much I could get myself to write....I'm trying to decide if I want to do the NanoWrimo thing. I really have no time for it. But I could still set my own do-able daily goal.
So one day I'll put all these scraps in a coherent timeline and it'll make sense to you. And the story will have a plot. But for now, here's another scrap. It's really not that long and I don't post too often, so no cut. Oh, and it takes off right where the last one left off so you might want to read that first (see last LJ post).
“Well here, you can wear my jacket,” he said, shrugging it off before she could dissuade him. “What were you dreaming about?” He sat down next to Timria, who was still lying on her back. She was silent a moment before answering.
“Lanif do you think I’m important? Like if I died, would it really matter? I mean you would be sad, but in the grand scheme of the world. Do I really have anything to offer? I go to school and I run and I read. But I’m really not an essential part of this world. There isn’t a point to life at all. Everyone says the point of life is finding joy but what if nothing brings me joy? Why...? Oh. You know it’s almost funny. I’ve never had any friends and I’ve spent all my freetime thinking. So now that I have you, it just seems like I never shut up. I’m sorry.”
Lanif was quiet for so long that Timria looked to make sure he hadn’t fallen asleep. Finally, he spoke.
“First of all, I don’t mind you talking at all. I’ve always had friends who like to talk but you’re the first person who really has anything worthwhile to say. …I don’t think there’s any real purpose to life. Maybe there is a god who made us. But why? I don’t know. But I think...I think that life doesn’t have to be pointless if you make it have a point. You can’t affect people on the other side of the world. You don’t even have an affect on people on the other side of town. All that you have access to is the people you come in contact with every day. I think you can find joy in small things. And eventually, you’ll find something connecting all the small things. And you’ll figure out what makes you happy.” His fingers intertwined with grass blades, slowly searching.
“I guess you’re right. I don’t even know why I started thinking so deeply. Maybe it was because I was looking at the stars. I mean, stars are pretty powerless too. They hang in the dark, completely alone for millions of miles and have no reason to shine. But they still do. Maybe we’re like stars.”
“Maybe,” said Lanif. “But in some ways, I think we have it better than the stars. We don’t have to be alone in the dark forever.” After slowly moving over the grass, his hand found hers. For a long time, they laid together alone in the dark.
So one day I'll put all these scraps in a coherent timeline and it'll make sense to you. And the story will have a plot. But for now, here's another scrap. It's really not that long and I don't post too often, so no cut. Oh, and it takes off right where the last one left off so you might want to read that first (see last LJ post).
“Well here, you can wear my jacket,” he said, shrugging it off before she could dissuade him. “What were you dreaming about?” He sat down next to Timria, who was still lying on her back. She was silent a moment before answering.
“Lanif do you think I’m important? Like if I died, would it really matter? I mean you would be sad, but in the grand scheme of the world. Do I really have anything to offer? I go to school and I run and I read. But I’m really not an essential part of this world. There isn’t a point to life at all. Everyone says the point of life is finding joy but what if nothing brings me joy? Why...? Oh. You know it’s almost funny. I’ve never had any friends and I’ve spent all my freetime thinking. So now that I have you, it just seems like I never shut up. I’m sorry.”
Lanif was quiet for so long that Timria looked to make sure he hadn’t fallen asleep. Finally, he spoke.
“First of all, I don’t mind you talking at all. I’ve always had friends who like to talk but you’re the first person who really has anything worthwhile to say. …I don’t think there’s any real purpose to life. Maybe there is a god who made us. But why? I don’t know. But I think...I think that life doesn’t have to be pointless if you make it have a point. You can’t affect people on the other side of the world. You don’t even have an affect on people on the other side of town. All that you have access to is the people you come in contact with every day. I think you can find joy in small things. And eventually, you’ll find something connecting all the small things. And you’ll figure out what makes you happy.” His fingers intertwined with grass blades, slowly searching.
“I guess you’re right. I don’t even know why I started thinking so deeply. Maybe it was because I was looking at the stars. I mean, stars are pretty powerless too. They hang in the dark, completely alone for millions of miles and have no reason to shine. But they still do. Maybe we’re like stars.”
“Maybe,” said Lanif. “But in some ways, I think we have it better than the stars. We don’t have to be alone in the dark forever.” After slowly moving over the grass, his hand found hers. For a long time, they laid together alone in the dark.