Alex Lella's Blog

Aging and other Thoughts

Well, it appears that the beautiul "papayatwoteeth" better known to me as Jennifer is reading my blog again. Welcome Jennifer!

On another note, I entered a poetry contest last week. I didn't win, but I actually liked the poem for some reason, and if that's not good enough, it has received one decent review. So I thought I'd link to it here.

Fickle Child  (E) An attempt to write a French Huitain #1915223 by Weirdone-Back in the games

It's not disturbing like my last contest entry.

Anyway, they want to know what gets better with age.

My writing? I like to think that that's the case.

My voice definitely got better with age, but not at first. No really, when I was about thirteen years old, my voice broke. I went from this obnoxious little boy voice, to an obnoxious squeaky voice, but then by the time I was fourteen or fifteen, I had this amazing baritone. I didn't realize it at first, because I was so shy, I hardly ever talked, but today it's one of my few vanities.