Just Writing

Recently I've been reading. For most people that's not a big deal, but I don't really read all that much. Mostly it's because I love stories a lot and instead of reading I just watch tv shows.  There are about 16 different shows I've seen every episode of, some of which I've rewatched, Psych I've re-re-rewatched. Doctor Who, How I Met Your Mother, Supernatural, Psych, etc, etc. I think you get the gist. I watch a lot of tv. But the thing is, I wanna write. And I want to read. However all too often it's not that easy, when there's a Netflix account just waiting to be used. So I'm pushin'. A little less tv and a little more book. All I'm doing now is breaking into some fan fiction which to no surprise, is tv show fanfics. And yes it 'counts' because technically I'm still reading. I've read one about Psych and I'm reading a huge series in Doctor Who. I hope to read one in all of the tv shows I adore. Then in time, I can write stories of my own! Honestly I can't wait. I just hope people like it. They probably won't. Oh well. I'm gonna do it anyway. Hopefully. We'll see. However, I think I need to have read a lot more before I can write anything that's even somewhat mediocre. I've been told that I'm a good writer. I've also been told that I look like an eagle. So what do they know? Then again, I've also been told that I stink (Truth). Although I've also been told that God won't let me into heaven. Just kiddin' no one told me that, however I think I just found a new comedy sketch. "God Says No To the Boy Who Did Nothing Wrong Except For Maybe Accidentally Litter That One Time". Heh. Maybe. Crap, lost where I was. (backtracking a bit) Anyway, people tell me I'm a good writer. And I like to write, similarly to how I like to read, but don't. So here I am, just writing. I read an article that was all like, "You just gotta write" and "If you write a lot you'll make money" and "other stuff". So then I was like "Fuck you article, I'm gonna read!". So read I did. But then that article got all up in my brain juice and now I'm writing. A blog a day I always say! Actually, uh that was a lie. When I was thinking of more stuff to type I just wrote that down because it rhymed. I think. But like I said, now I'm just writing. Hopefully I'll be able to write in this blog everyday. (But I doubt it). Also if you were wondering what this blog is about, congratulations, you just wondered the question of the day. Or question of the blog I guess. This is my tiasa. This Is A Story About. So... tiasajaredclark. MEEEEE. Except for instead of a story it's just a bunch of ramblings of thoughts that I've had. I was going to try and do a whole thing with a plot about me and the troubles I've been through and shit like that, but that's just too much work. Plus ramblings are fun. Watch me go! RAMBLE! RAMBLE! RAMBLE! RAMBLE! Oh god, I'm all rambled out.

God: Yes, Jared? You called?

Jared: Who the fuck are you?! Get out of my blog!

God: Ahh, Jesus, I'm sorry I'll go.

Jesus: Yes, father?

Jared: For Christ's sake.

Jesus: That's me! Christ and holy savior!

Jared: Who are you foolin'? You're just a figment of our imaginations.

Jesus: Yes, but if you believe in us, doesn't that make us as real as that foot in your ass?

Jared: What foot in my- Awww you son of a bitch!

God: Woah, I'm still here you know!

Jared: Oops sorry. Wait weren't you supposed to be leaving?

God: I'm not leaving with my son on the computer screen and in the head of a fifteen year old boy! You must be out of your damn mind.

Jared: All right, on the count of three I want you out of here. 1...

Jesus: Hey do have any snacks I can take for the road?

Jared: You're an omnipresent being! What road?!

Jesus: That road.

[Jesus points to a sign on a dirt road, labeled 'The Road of Omnipresence']

Jared: Oh.

[For the next ten to fifteen minutes a conversation, discussing an orange, tortilla chips, a weird looking light bulb, stainless steel that has a stain on it, God's encounter with Zeus and whether Jesus could survive being microwaved. He survived.]

Jared: Okay now. Leave!

God: Oh wait can you count down from three again? That was fun.

Jared: I counted up last time.

God: Up, down, just semantics.

Jared: Jesus

Jesus: Yooooo.

Jared: THREE!!! TWO!!!

Jesus: Daddy I have to use the bathroom!

God: Hey you gotta dumpin' hole around here somewhere?

[Face red hoot with frustration, Jared stood there heaving in and out mountains of air]

God: Uhhhhhh, never mind. We'll find it.

[Another ten to fifteen minutes later]

Jared: What the hell took so long guys?

God: Don't you dare use that word around my little boy!

Jared: Ahh, Jesu- uuuhhhh, It's really hot in here.

Jesus: Good catch

Jared: Thank you. No not thank you. Leave!

God: Ugh, fine. But can I ask you one more question before we go?

Jared: What in the H-E Double hockey sticks, go for it!

God: Would ya mind countin' down again?

Jared: Will you actually leave if I do?

God: I promise to God and cross my heart. 

Jared: Three...

[Jared closed his eyes and wished they would really leave]

Jared: Two...

[Scratch that. He prayed to God and Jesus and all of heaven]

Jared: One.

[He opened his eyes relieved they were gone]

Jared: Phew.

[Then he turned around]

Jared: FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!

God: We aren't leaving till you learn something.

Jared: How can I learn something from a couple of storybook characters! Newsflash big guy! I DON'T BELIEVE IN YOU! 

God: If that were truly true... then why am I in your head now? And why are we still having this conversation?

[Jared screamed in rage at how true that was. and when he was done. They were gone.]

Jared: Heh, sucker.

God: I heard that!

Jared: Wait, but you left!

God: Road of Omnipresence bitch!

Jesus: Bye Jared! See ya next time!

[And at that Jared smirked and went on about his day...]

I could of gone on all day with that, but I think It's long enough. For today at least, I have accomplished my task of just, writing. And If you're still reading this for some reason, I thank you deeply. For this you see, is no mere rambling. This Is A Story About Me.