By what? you may ask.
Well, my writer's block is no longer a "block" like a normal writer may have
(because obviously, I am not a normal anything). The large marble (or
granite or cement or petrified wood) block is now a geometric pile of . . .
do do do-dooo!
(That was supposed to be a trumpet fanfare, Ok? So, make it sound like a
trumpet fanfare in your head. Ready? I'll give you another try.
do do do-dooo!
And, now that we had to stop and do that for those of you who didn't know
that was a trumpet fanfare, my original point does not seem quite as relevent
as it did in the first place, but I will continue to attempt to make it
anyway, if you don't mind.)
Wait. After that minor interruption, I've lost where I was. Allow me a
moment to regroup my thoughts.
[OK, let's see, Sarah . . . . umbilical cord . . . nope, too far back . . . .
hmm, 1+1=2 . . . no, keep going . . . . look! a piece of paper from AHS that
says I'm smart enough to be an adult! . . . a little farther . . . . I can't
think of anything stupid . . . almost there . . . . toenails . .
toenails?! . . . too far! . . . . writer's block . . . block . . . . . .]
Legos! That's it! My writer's block is now a large pile of Legos that I'm
in the process of reorganizing. (Yeah, go ahead and laugh at the thought of
me organized.)
Ok, so my Lego block no longer seems as revolutionary as it did a moment ago,
but just go with it anyway . . .
So, here's my Lego thought for today:
What if I wrote one of those stupid surveys that I like filling out?
Well, to find an answer to this question that I have posed just so I could
answer it, let's look at my questions and answers.
Wait. You all know what I'm talking about, right? You know, those quizzes
(or surveys or collection of questions that are meant to explain to others
who you are) that I like to fill out? Well, I've noticed that there seem to
be only about 3 or 4 of them that just continue to be circulated over and
over again. So, I've decided that for today's Dose I should make my own with
way better questions than "What's your name?" and "What's your favorite food?"
So, without further interruptions from my ever-working brain, I will now
share with you my stupid question/stupid answer survey:
Q: If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
A: Lillian. Lily for short. (Ok, that wasn't really stupid, just honest.
Don't worry, it'll get better.)
Q: What would you do if you were Hegemon for a day?
A: This deserves a Dose all its own. Don't worry, I will eventually answer
it.
Q: What is your favorite part of your body and why?
A: My toenails, because they are on my toes, which are attached to my ugly
feet. That, and toenails are far superior to fingernails. (Are you happy?
Because I would have chosen my patella, but I felt obligated to include
toenails.)
Q: What would you do if you had an extra life or two laying around?
A: Again, a Dose all its own. In due time.
Q: What would you do if you had a skagillion dollars?
A: Ah, a third Dose. I told you my Legos were coming in handy.
Q: Describe yourself in one word.
A: You mean, besides "intelligent", "beautiful", "creative", or "talented"?
Well, if you don't know me, you might say "egotistical". But, for those of
you who do know me: "Dork" with a capital "Duh".
And, finally,
Q: Where are my shoes?
A: Check the tree.
So, there you go. A small sample of the Legos running around in my head.
Feel free to fill out this survey yourself at
http://us.geocities.yahoo.com/gb/sign?member=darah_bel
I'm serious. Go there. Fill it out. For the sake of the Dose.
-Sarah
*Thank you to Ben for turning my large marble (or granite or cement or
petrified wood) block into Lego thoughts. Toenails. Who knew? Anyway, I
hope this Dose was a little more satisfactory.