You know, I really like drawing. I like to do little drawings of le petit prince on my homework and little drawings of machine guns on my tests. I like drawing Minoru Shiraishi on napkins and flowcharts on index cards.
It's sort of fun to draw. It's also sort of fun to write. I never actually realized that I do have a reasonable amount of skill as a writer. Well, until today. I realized that I actually can write and be cohesive and all that other important stuff. I always thought that because I never wrote "flowery" stuff like... forget her name, think it's Katie, I wasn't a real writer. I failed miserably at that big writer's competition. But I think it was really all in my head. I have something that I need to tell everybody. Now that I've learned how to tell everyone, I just have to learn how to look inside myself and see what message I have to share that only I can share.
I also like to dust my bookshelf and jumpstart cars. I like to eat fish and drink tea. I like to read biographies of scientists and madmen (is there a difference? Yes.). I like to adjust my blinds so that I can use sunlight instead of artificial light. I like to listen to jazz and heavy metal. I like to wear manly brown leather Wellington boots and felt caps.
Maybe I like poetry.
But not Birches.