Six Word Memoirs

Usually I wouldn't bother talking about school assignments on my blog. After all, I come to the Internet and all that to get away from all that academic crap. 

But the thing is that I really liked this assignment. I thought it was fun and challenging. 

It's a memoir. In six words. 

For example:

Ernest Hemingway: For sale: baby shoes, never worn. 

Molly Ringwald: Acting is not all I am. 

And so on. 

But the thing is that I wrote about a billion of them for myself, so even though I could only choose one for the final product of the thing, I just thought I'd post a bunch of them on here, just for the heck of it. So here we go.

It all makes sense in theory. 

Laughter makes darkness a little brighter. 

My questions come after the answers. 

Not shy, just prefer my world. 

Zoned out. Damn, what'd I miss?

All I do is improvise. Badly. 

I'm unique, but so is everyone. 

Pen of silver, tongue of trash. 

Nothing that matters seems worth it. 

It's easier to create my reality. 

And finally, the one I ultimately decided on:

Camera's rolling, what are my lines?

Just thought that was a fun little assignment that might interest you. It interested me, anyways.