The story of the story.

Have a few ideas for the next blog i'm going to write. Something a little deeper, but right now i'm not quite in the headspace to make it sound at all appealing.
So i ask Michael what i should blog about right now.
He says: you writing a story about us.
Which translates to: write a blog about the story you are/were writing about us.

A blog ABOUT the story. What does that mean?
My thoughts? Why i'm writing it?
Man this is probably going to end up deep.

So this whole story thing started when Farina- the best friend of my first host partner asked us to write a love story (real or made-up) so she could put together a book for a friends' birthday. (cute)

I figured it could be a fun exercise. I had a fairly significant 'love' story that could really be brought to life. This could be interesting-bringing up a few memories, playing it all out a bit dramatically (not that it wasn't full of drama in reality) and possibly even give me a broad focus on what really went down. help me to pan it out a bit. i was braced to be hit with some harsh realisations. my naiivity.

i got to work with full knowledge that this task wasn't going to be easy and with no real intentions of completing it, not because the story doesn't have an ending- (it does), or a 'to be continued....' but because i'm lazy and i had four overdue History outcomes that needed to be done on the side. I think it's fair to say i had my priorities in order.

ANYWAY i got to work and the enitre 434 words that were written took me about a week to write and to be completely honest i didn't even get vaguely near the exciting part. If it took me almost 500 words to write the beginning- setting, time blah blah blah then there was no way i was going to have the energy to build up to anything spectacular. so i stopped... gave up.

here's what i have:

'It started as a mere crush, a small fantasy, a little love. She was 10, he was 11 and she could never get him off her mind. Every day she would hurry from class to the shaded canopy tree in the school’s fairy garden to find him sitting on the highest branch talking to his friends or just sitting alone picking at the bark beside his leg. It felt to her, that they were great friends; always laughing at each other and talking about nothing in particular. Nothing in the world mattered to her when she was standing by the tree, trying to flirt as best as her young mind knew how. She would never have dreamed of letting him know her feelings for she knew he would never share what she felt.
She was so secretive about her love that within her group of girlfriends she had a special code name to refer to him by in case anyone in the school yard heard her mentioning his real name. Every single day without fail she would ask her best friend if he were at school, where he was or what he was doing. Regularly she would snap back saying something like “Jesus! Get over him, you always talk about him!” Or she would carelessly answer, with no real interest in where her friend’s crush was. The vacancy in her face and the blunt tone in her voice when being asked again about this boy would tear at her and make her feel ashamed of her love for him. She would go home every night feeling lonely, for her best friend in the whole world understood nothing about her feelings for this boy.

Then, that inevitable day came when word got out across friendship groups and he, the loveliest boy in her eyes discovered her love for him. The embarrassment was unbearable. Not because people knew she loved him, but because he knew. Her brain was not yet old enough to deal with what could possibly come next. What in the world was she do to? From that day embarrassment turned to anger and anger turned to hatred. Not for her friends that had spread her secret, but anger for him for reasons she had never asked herself why.

From that day on she never went back to the canopy, to the shadowed cove where she had a million times before spent her lunch times giggling about nothing. Instead whenever she would walk by him she would scowl and give him the filthiest looks she had ever given.

Years past and he was forgotten. '

Would be good if i could finish this, but right now i feel as if i'm going to give up on this blog too. It's getting far too long and i have no idea what i want to say anymore.
I don't know if it was a good idea that i wrote this story or not.
What's the point of this blog?
To tell you all that i'm lazy and can't follow through with alot of things?
To tell you all that i passed those outcomes?
To satisfy Michael because he asked me to write about the story?
Or did i only write this because i'm bored???
hahaha. Who knows.