Natalie's Grammar B
I tried out the labyrinthine sentence, which I like because it reminds me of Dave Eggers. Also...a couple of sentence fragments and list of sorts.
I feel tired. I turned on the computer and wanted to be in the mood to write something moving and inspirational, something that would make my chest expand as my fingers flutter over the keys because I'd know that what I was typing just might change the world someday; not the whole world, but maybe someone's world - even if it's just my own little world full of incisions made on the back sides of stuffed animals to create puppets and microwavable lasagnas bought at the grocery store - even if it's just that little world that is changed, I'd feel important and excited that my fingers could change a life; but alas, I turned on the computer and felt my eye lids fall a little closer to my cheek bones and my arms fill with sand, and with shoulders drooping, I feel my mind slipping under the green, woolen comforter in my two-windowed bedroom and instead of inspirational, I feel tired.And hungry.
And I want a Jamba Juice.
I want Disneyland and a genie to grant me wishes.
I would wish for a soft serve ice cream machine.
And the ability to fly.
I would wish for the brain power to write a novel.
I would wish for someone to give me an Indian name.
I would wish for the summer and a beach to dig a hole in as sand seeps into the holes in my beach socks.
I would wish for love and for a cowboy.