I didn’t know what I was writing. So I wrote this.

l l l l l l l l l l l l l I I I I I I I l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l I I I I I I I I I I l l l l l l l l l l I l l l l l I I I I I I I I I

That line up there has I’s and L’s. I don’t remember which ones are which and I don’t remember why I spent all this time typing that out. I don’t like not remembering that. But since so much work has been put into it, I will let it stay there on the top of the page because I am a generous person.

It’s pretty annoying when you have this brilliant idea for a post that has you laughing in the middle of you class, only for it to teleport* to another freaking dimension when you sit down to type it out. If I could just go to that dimension for a while I would be so happy. But I can’t. I blame the internet.

People say that you should have a small notebook around you at all times so that you can just write down stuff that you think up. I would probably end up losing that notebook around my half-literate classmates and that would annoy them since they’d have to read stuff to know who that notebook belongs to. Reading is like, so eighteenth century.

Then there’s the whole remembering by using a “mind palace” (yes I watch too much Sherlock), that doesn’t work because that place is bursting with other stuff that is completely useless and I still cannot bring myself to throw it out. Also, I have had my own “mind palace” ever since I was nine, and I have proof of it written down in one of my “books” somewhere, so I can say with complete confidence that I did not simply pick that idea from anyone. Even though it’s not really a bad idea to pick.

I can send myself email reminders, but I don’t because those emails tend to get lost in my inbox somewhere and I am literally too lazy to search for one lost email. I have done this before, and it didn’t work. I could have a complete novel lying under that pile of email and one day I will get pissed at seeing all those unopened mail and delete it all in a fit of rage.

POOF** goes the novel.

I could record my thoughts in memos and such, but I again fail miserably at checking those. And voice memos are out of the question because I usually end up having a massive ear bleed followed by two days of random cringe attacks when I listen to any recording of my voice. It doesn’t sound bad, and then I record it and then it’s like

“AKJSFH SOMEONE SAVE THAT KID SHE’S CHOKING ON A DAMNED HELIUM BALLOON!!!!!”

I don’t think I want to go through that again, and making a video is just too much work. Also, I’ll just look silly.

So maybe I’m stuck to typing out stuff at the spur of the moment, randomly pressing keys on my keyboard and destroying a brilliant piece of art that was sure to go viral and then forget what it was and end up typing out a row of I‘s and L‘s for no reason other than my stubborn refusal to admit that I am never going to remember the post or even what it was about and cursing myself for not saving that draft after every two words. And then typing out a criminally long sentence the likes of which has no right to even exist. I guess I am okay with it though. It could be better, but then again, so could this post.
This serves no purpose other than to remind myself to be better organized and I know without a doubt that it is going to end up the same way as all my motivational post-its, POOF**.

*OH MY GOD WORDPRESS GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!!! I CAN UNDERSTAND THAT YOU DON’T LIKE ONWARDS BUT TELEPORT IS AN EVERYDAY WORD!!! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!?!

**Haha… POOF. It’s a funny word, but surprisingly useful. I’ve been wanting to use it ever since I made this blog thing..