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HerNngh, fucking mornings. I don't even know what the hell this is, but I've been waking up at seven in the morning now without even being woken by my alarm. It was really disconcerting, espceically since my reaction to waking up with no alarm ringing is pretty much "Holy fuck, what time is it?! Argh, I much be late for EVERYTHING." Strangely enough, though, I wasn't. I don't trust where this is going, and I don't like it. I just want to sleep. :c
However, it's 8:30 now, so it's not like I could go back to sleep. It really wouldn't be wise, and I'm awake in any case. I'm getting less sleep, though, since I've started staying up later. I just can't get to sleep, and then I do something to tire myself out, and by the time that I'm done, it's really late and usually, I'm still not tired. Last night, I was inspired by the fic that Princess recomended (and then later read) to me. So I did a little writting excersize with something written in the present tense. Off course that's not all that there was to the author's style, but it was an interesting change anyway. The little drabble was somewhere between 300-400 words (not long at all), and maybe I'll upload it later. Eh. It's not my usually smutty fare, but so be it.
I have everything I need for today; except for the confidence to start doing vocals. I am not ready for that, but I suppose that I'll give it my best shot. There's nothing else I can do. I just have to print my theory paper, add in the citations, and that's it. I'm already wearing my purple and black, although I couldn't find my black sweats today, so I had to wear black jeaaans. As well, I sold two platters of cookies last night to my mother. Our conversation went down like this:
Me: Heyyy, I'm doing a little fundraising, and I need to sell these cookie platters. They have a bunch of different kinds of holiday cookies and treats and stuff on them.
Her: Fundraising? For what?
Me: Oh, our end of year trip. It's expensive, so we're trying to knock the price down some. Maybe you could sell some to the girls at work or something?
Her: How much are they?
Me: Twelve bucks a platter.
Her: Okay. I'll have two.
Me: ... but you'd be paying and the point is for you to have to pay less.
Her: How much is two? Twnety-four dollars?
Me: Yeah...
Her: I'll have two. I'll give you the money later this week.
Me: Oh... okay.
So, that is how it went, and why I now have two orders, but no money. Anyway, at least there's that. I still have to put posters up for the Kids' Mis-Carol play around the city, but I haven't been downtown recently. It's a good excuse to go to Menchies, though, since they have a community board. I don't know where else I could put them up. Libraries, I suppose.
Well, time to get on with my morning.
However, it's 8:30 now, so it's not like I could go back to sleep. It really wouldn't be wise, and I'm awake in any case. I'm getting less sleep, though, since I've started staying up later. I just can't get to sleep, and then I do something to tire myself out, and by the time that I'm done, it's really late and usually, I'm still not tired. Last night, I was inspired by the fic that Princess recomended (and then later read) to me. So I did a little writting excersize with something written in the present tense. Off course that's not all that there was to the author's style, but it was an interesting change anyway. The little drabble was somewhere between 300-400 words (not long at all), and maybe I'll upload it later. Eh. It's not my usually smutty fare, but so be it.
I have everything I need for today; except for the confidence to start doing vocals. I am not ready for that, but I suppose that I'll give it my best shot. There's nothing else I can do. I just have to print my theory paper, add in the citations, and that's it. I'm already wearing my purple and black, although I couldn't find my black sweats today, so I had to wear black jeaaans. As well, I sold two platters of cookies last night to my mother. Our conversation went down like this:
Me: Heyyy, I'm doing a little fundraising, and I need to sell these cookie platters. They have a bunch of different kinds of holiday cookies and treats and stuff on them.
Her: Fundraising? For what?
Me: Oh, our end of year trip. It's expensive, so we're trying to knock the price down some. Maybe you could sell some to the girls at work or something?
Her: How much are they?
Me: Twelve bucks a platter.
Her: Okay. I'll have two.
Me: ... but you'd be paying and the point is for you to have to pay less.
Her: How much is two? Twnety-four dollars?
Me: Yeah...
Her: I'll have two. I'll give you the money later this week.
Me: Oh... okay.
So, that is how it went, and why I now have two orders, but no money. Anyway, at least there's that. I still have to put posters up for the Kids' Mis-Carol play around the city, but I haven't been downtown recently. It's a good excuse to go to Menchies, though, since they have a community board. I don't know where else I could put them up. Libraries, I suppose.
Well, time to get on with my morning.