Blog Post
Song: My headphones are broken. If you have an extra pair of Apple iPod headphones that you can mail to me, let me know. For free. But you can say that your writer uses your headphones! Anyone? I'm serious.
(A/N: This is taken from a "Ella's blog" kinda situation.)
Ella
My life is so...old. Old in the way that no matter what original ideas I have, what original things I come up with...they're always lost before I can recall them. C'mon, you know the feeling. The oh-snap-I-swear-that-was-genuis-but-now-it's-gone feeling? Don't act like I'm crazy. My sister, on the other hand -
you may continue with the craziness. She thinks that she's so depleted and whatnot, but she has it all!
"Really?" you ask. Yes. Look:
- wings
- devoted followers
- Fang (do I need an explanation?)
- Dylan (as always.)
- the ability to speed without getting a ticket
- getting to SAVE THE WHOLE STINKIN' WORLD
Shall I go on?
Didn't think so. And what does lowly little Ella get?
- Max
- Mom
- possibly Iggy, not sure. This is a work in progress.
You see? I just get so...frustrated, sometimes, when she goes into one of her Maxtrums (that's Max+tantrum. Get it? No?) and complains about how hard her life is. I'm sure that her lifestyle prior to me and my mom was awful, but now...?
Really?
Ugh. Sorry if I bored you with my rant, bloggers.
Forever Wingless,
Ella
PS- Though, once, I was in a crazed fit and did come close to being winged. I don't want to talk about it.)
Ella Martinez