Iambic pentameter and the Mona Lisa.

I am sitting at my desk currently, in complete silence.
I can feel the white light from the computer screen being reflected across my face.
I've been sitting here for a few hours, which have thus far equated to 11 empty juice boxes, a tv dinner, and enough time to remove my nail polish and watch some trash television.
And I think the combination of time, the urgency to type something up, and the past few weeks of poetry-studying in English has me feeling pretty crazy.
I can honestly say I have to stop and correct my sentences, or even thoughts sometimes because I'm thinking in iambic pentameter.
I know.
What the hell.
Earlier this month it took me a while to write a decent sonnet because iambic pentameter is a real hole in the head, and now
I can't not write sonnets.
I almost wrote my personal statement for my application to INNERSPARK's creative writing program in 10 syllabic lines with 5 pairs of unstressed and stressed syllables.
It's like, I have writer's block for everything except poetry recently.
Which is pretty awesome considering I want to publish some before I go to college (just to say I'm a published poet, haha).
BUT there is a time and place for everything, and art program applications is not exactly the time nor place in regards to specific assignments.
I finally wrote it in plain English though.
But I don't think I used a single SAT word, and I used like, a lot of slang-sounding things lol.
I don't think my thoughts are organized in the least.
I don't think I even answered the prompt to be honest.
And I went well over the 200 word limit.
(But seriously, 200 words is ridiculous if you're asking for a personal statement. A personal statement should really be an essay. It's not literally a statement. Writing a personal statement for an application in 200 words is like painting the Mona Lisa in 20 minutes....Okay well maybe not that extreme. And honestly, the Mona Lisa is so freaking overrated. The only reason why it could possibly be the most famous painting in the world is if people like to look at extremely ancient man-ladies. Yeah, I called the Mona Lisa a man-lady. Cause either that was one coyote-ugly woman, or Whistler's mom was a man. Damn, the world is messed up.)

LOL, these people (the application readers) are going to hate me.
I'm breaking all their precious rules.
But whatever.
I'm not gonna compress my innerself to suit their ridiculously specific application requirements.
Anyway, this is the crappy-ass 258-word personal statement I came up with, brought on by my intense writer's block:

"Looking for the Pieces

When I first read the prompt for this assignment, I admit I was confident. I remember thinking a personal statement was not a particularly difficult piece of writing to crank out, and should thus be simple, straightfoward - thirty minutes tops, plus ten minutes of light editing. As I sat down at my computer to begin brainstorming however, my perspective gradually altered until two hours had gone by and the opened word document remained "Untitled" and utterly blank. I was hung up on one part of the prompt which said to include "the names of [my] favorite writers and why [I] admire them." I love many books, many authors, but I do not have a favorite - much less favorites. Inexplicably, this seemingly insignificant detail became an extremely overwhelming obstacle for me in regards to the writing process. I could not get over the fact that I wanted to potentially pursue creative writing as a career and neglected to have a favorite author. In the midst of my desperation to label an author as my one-and-only however, I realized there really was no need. I did not have to subject myself to one style, one author. I decided instead, that it was fine to not know yet. I have not read every good book out there. Not every amazing author is published. And at 15, I am still piecing my life's puzzle together. So I guess through this Innerspark program, I am hoping to find just that - one or two more pieces to the puzzle."

Rereading this, I know it sucks cow balls.
(Okay, that was a stupid thing to say. Only bulls have balls.)
But for some reason it was the only really hard thing to write, and it was the shortest requirement, and I thought it would be the easiest.
This was the first assignment but I saved it for last.
Hopefully the board isn't going to nix me after reading just this, LOL.
The other requirements were things like POEMS (yeah, I know I'mma rip their hearts out there), paragraph blocks of emotions like relief, anger, and fear, memories/accounts, and a bunch of other goodies like that.
Yeah. I have until the 27th of this month to come up with a better "personal statement" or to just send this f*ck in.
Until then, I think I'm going to have a LOT of Untitled documents reflecting off my face.

Good riddance.