fuckin christ
i wonder how many of my subjects have the word fuck in them. or hoy many say "..." or "uggh or any variation thereof"
first night in ages where i just sit in and decide to write. And i couldnt do it. im not sure if it was writers block so much as writers...lack of confidence.
i wrote three paragraphs in my "thing" and just stopped. cursing myself for thinking i could write, let alone write something that people could enjoy and read. I think at one point i promised myself that i would never write again. I would clear my hard drive of all writing and become a math major.
sigh
now i cant sleep. its four fucking thirty the night before i have my first final exam. awesome, thanks insomnia.
so with all that on my plate i felt like it was my duty to bitch and whine about it in the one place where bitching, whining, porno, and humpor intersect. The Interweb.
thank you interweb, thank you for providing me an outlet to make a complete ass out of myself as i complain about how hard my life is and how no one understands me and im unique. Even though there are about a bajillion other people doing the exact same thing.
but their not important.
i dont know them, so they dont exist.
this is my webpage, this is my plot of land in cyber space. Here i am god. worship me.
jesus
worse than my lack of writers confidence is my sheer laziness about it all. i have the entire fucking story in my mind. its there. ive went over the speeches over and over again. i know exactly what i want to happen, when ittl happen and how to describe it.
but i dont ever fucking write it down.
plus ive been reading snow crash, a sweet cyber punk novel thats making me really want to revist the sci-fi story i wrote in like middle school.
FUCK!
WHY DO I SUCK AT THE SHIT THAT I LOVE!
im never gonna be a writer. bitter english teacher here i come.
oh yeah
by the way
for all you fucks who live in the cincinasty ill be home next sunday. (i guess this only really applies to rachel, krystin, vanessa, and chris if he even ever looks at his shit. but whatever i dont giveafuck)
i got a haircut
i look like a curly haired chode
and im getting fat
fuck the world and fuck Akitsugu Konno.
he totaly didnt deserve that silver medal.
fuckin jap.
first night in ages where i just sit in and decide to write. And i couldnt do it. im not sure if it was writers block so much as writers...lack of confidence.
i wrote three paragraphs in my "thing" and just stopped. cursing myself for thinking i could write, let alone write something that people could enjoy and read. I think at one point i promised myself that i would never write again. I would clear my hard drive of all writing and become a math major.
sigh
now i cant sleep. its four fucking thirty the night before i have my first final exam. awesome, thanks insomnia.
so with all that on my plate i felt like it was my duty to bitch and whine about it in the one place where bitching, whining, porno, and humpor intersect. The Interweb.
thank you interweb, thank you for providing me an outlet to make a complete ass out of myself as i complain about how hard my life is and how no one understands me and im unique. Even though there are about a bajillion other people doing the exact same thing.
but their not important.
i dont know them, so they dont exist.
this is my webpage, this is my plot of land in cyber space. Here i am god. worship me.
jesus
worse than my lack of writers confidence is my sheer laziness about it all. i have the entire fucking story in my mind. its there. ive went over the speeches over and over again. i know exactly what i want to happen, when ittl happen and how to describe it.
but i dont ever fucking write it down.
plus ive been reading snow crash, a sweet cyber punk novel thats making me really want to revist the sci-fi story i wrote in like middle school.
FUCK!
WHY DO I SUCK AT THE SHIT THAT I LOVE!
im never gonna be a writer. bitter english teacher here i come.
oh yeah
by the way
for all you fucks who live in the cincinasty ill be home next sunday. (i guess this only really applies to rachel, krystin, vanessa, and chris if he even ever looks at his shit. but whatever i dont giveafuck)
i got a haircut
i look like a curly haired chode
and im getting fat
fuck the world and fuck Akitsugu Konno.
he totaly didnt deserve that silver medal.
fuckin jap.