I'm bored :P

I'm just really bored right now, so I figure writing a blog sounds fun. As of lately I've been bored but not in the mood to write, so meh. Kinda sucks, cause there's that feeling where you'd like to do something but you're not in the mood too, such as anal writing. So I've just been watching Undertale shit for the past weekend, all I can say is I wish I had a better computer, cause it looks fun. There's a lot of fan art, fan videos, but not enough fan porn. Come now Rule 34 artists, divert your attention from other fandoms and make the Undyne titties hang freely! Or even a joke drawing like Sans or Papyrus getting a Skele-boner .

I think blogs are supposed to be about upcoming publishment, stating something new, or a delay due to this or that, etc... But I like to use it just to show the writer who writes the bogus garbage you read and unwind. I know it's not all THAT bad, but to me it kinda sucks. Cause where you see a good written part of the story, I feel like it could've been even better. I'm kinda only good with dialogue, but I don't know a lot about sentence structure, description, even now there's like thousands of things I want to point out but my brain can't process them into words because I don't know the words. I'd like to know more though, I enjoy writing and story telling. It gives pretty much everyone a chance to create something and giving the ability to let almost anyone read it. Another beautiful thing about writing, is it lets you make your own scene. Even though there's some description to it, the viewer creates the scenery in their own mind. It's kinda all about the setting. An example you ask? Why fuck no certainly !

Let's start out very basic, let's say a bathroom. You are painting an image in your head of an ordinary bathroom, let's change it up a bit. This bathroom is set in the middle ages. Not only that, the bathroom is in the Tavern of a petty village. Let you think on that image for a while. What I see is a very enclosed space, it reeks of human waste with a visible sickly green stream of odor rising from the toilet, the toilet itself is a very basic plank box with a hole in it's center, there is however a roll of toilet paper but it's close to being completely used up. The sink has no available running water, but has a rusty drain and plug for water to be placed in and used. A crooked window sits within the bathroom, a tattered dull red snippet of cloth is draped atop of it, to allow for privacy. Splintery wooden floors, where numerous colors of unidentifiable liquids reside, soaking into the unfinished wood.

Some of you are probably thinking, 'Well damn I just imagined a fucking bathroom, but here's Shakespeare over here describing it to me like some literary work of art, who the fuck does he think he is trying to ruin my bathroom?!' It's just the way I see it, but you may not see a poverty-stricken Tavern bathroom like that. Which is the beauty of writing, you can choose to tell them it's image, or they create it themselves. I'm gonna stop here cause I just sat here 5 minutes writing about a damn bathroom. In the meantime here's some boulder suplexing.