Gahhhh...writer's block. @_@
Nov. 8th, 2005 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pacificpikachuSo, 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.
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
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.
