Inconsequential
Ok, I personally am offended by my armpits. They smell. A lot. And I have discovered why sweat smells so disgusting. It is like your armpits have been bathed in a concoction of vinegar in which something rotting has been stewing for the last month. I do not wish for my armpits to be coated in rotten vinegar stew. And as they insist upon this state after long hot days of summer, I am offended. Deeply.
Also, I think there may be something wrong with my hands......or the way I type. They tend to get stiff after a while. But at least it's not as bad as in winter.....when they freeze into a perpetual position, especially after long hours or even half an hour at the computer. Because I am like.......ice-girl or something. I freeze really easily. I mean, my toes can be blue on an eighty degree day in an air-condition less house which has the windows open. Or maybe I'm just really tired right now and that's why my extremeties are all odd and stuff.
I really wish I didn't smell so much right now....
But I need to draw. Soon. Something good. Otherwise I might go insane. And I cannot WAIT for a creative writing class with Alby. SO many stories........and I know I'm a fairly good writer already, but I want the finesse. I also need a journal. A private one. Just to jot all my random ideas down. A tiny one. Next time I go to Borders or Powell's I get one.
Ok, I'm tired and my fingers now hurt, so I go to bed now. Sleep. Fingers rest. Thank you for your contribution and attention to this whiny useless post about inconsequential things which merely distract me from my aggravation of today. Because my parents are insufferable asses.
Also, I think there may be something wrong with my hands......or the way I type. They tend to get stiff after a while. But at least it's not as bad as in winter.....when they freeze into a perpetual position, especially after long hours or even half an hour at the computer. Because I am like.......ice-girl or something. I freeze really easily. I mean, my toes can be blue on an eighty degree day in an air-condition less house which has the windows open. Or maybe I'm just really tired right now and that's why my extremeties are all odd and stuff.
I really wish I didn't smell so much right now....
But I need to draw. Soon. Something good. Otherwise I might go insane. And I cannot WAIT for a creative writing class with Alby. SO many stories........and I know I'm a fairly good writer already, but I want the finesse. I also need a journal. A private one. Just to jot all my random ideas down. A tiny one. Next time I go to Borders or Powell's I get one.
Ok, I'm tired and my fingers now hurt, so I go to bed now. Sleep. Fingers rest. Thank you for your contribution and attention to this whiny useless post about inconsequential things which merely distract me from my aggravation of today. Because my parents are insufferable asses.