Gahhhh...writer's block. @_@

So, yeah. Mom said we were going to go to Roseville today. I was excited, because I figured I could go spend my $36 on the Gravitation OAV (I'm in dire need of a shounen-ai fix right now, I think. XD) and possibly an anime soundtrack or something. But noooo! Mom has to spend two hours with the horses! By the time she came in, it was too late to go. ._.; [/stupid ranting] At least she's voting today.

Currently trying to work on an Out of the Silent Planet essay, but this is harder than it sounds. I had it all figured out during sixth period today (heck, I was even almost looking forward to it--which is definitely not healthy), but now whatever my sick/twisted/drunk muse was then, it's been replaced. Or shot. Or killed in some awful way that I can't even begin to imagine.

Huh. Maybe I should try writing about my muse dying a horrible death to get the writing flow going. You'd be surprised at what sorts of things make me happy. I just listed some examples, but I concluded they were a bit too disturbing (I suppose I'm in a rather morbid mood at the moment). I would have just used the strike-out tool (which I love so dearly ♥), but they really were kind of disturbing. XD

Hey, at least I almost have my college application done! I'm so excited--I'd better get in. No, seriously. If I don't get in I'm going to throw a fit or something. (No, actually I'll probably politely call them and tell them just how much I want to get in and see if it does anything.) Augh, I don't want to think about not getting in. Let's change the subject, this is depressing.

Gahhhh...writer's block. @_@

So, yeah. Mom said we were going to go to Roseville today. I was excited, because I figured I could go spend my $36 on the Gravitation OAV (I'm in dire need of a shounen-ai fix right now, I think. XD) and possibly an anime soundtrack or something. But noooo! Mom has to spend two hours with the horses! By the time she came in, it was too late to go. ._.; [/stupid ranting] At least she's voting today.

Currently trying to work on an Out of the Silent Planet essay, but this is harder than it sounds. I had it all figured out during sixth period today (heck, I was even almost looking forward to it--which is definitely not healthy), but now whatever my sick/twisted/drunk muse was then, it's been replaced. Or shot. Or killed in some awful way that I can't even begin to imagine.

Huh. Maybe I should try writing about my muse dying a horrible death to get the writing flow going. You'd be surprised at what sorts of things make me happy. I just listed some examples, but I concluded they were a bit too disturbing (I suppose I'm in a rather morbid mood at the moment). I would have just used the strike-out tool (which I love so dearly ♥), but they really were kind of disturbing. XD

Hey, at least I almost have my college application done! I'm so excited--I'd better get in. No, seriously. If I don't get in I'm going to throw a fit or something. (No, actually I'll probably politely call them and tell them just how much I want to get in and see if it does anything.) Augh, I don't want to think about not getting in. Let's change the subject, this is depressing.