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So, in order to make my writing realistic, I've decided to put an insane amount of research into it. Which is what I was going to do anyway. But you know. I've decided to set the story in 2008, which opened up all these issues with weather and everything, but I think I've cleared that up. But the thing is, I totally didn't write as much as I should have in school (in parts of the year, anyway). You know, about everyday shit. But I guess I'm lucky that I wrote anything at all, right?
Ugh. Maybe I'm just making excuses not to write/making it harder to do so. I need to write like crazy if I'm ever going to get anywhere.
You know, I just watched Total Eclipse this morning, and there's this scene where Leonardo DiCaprio is like, trying to write in this library, but the words aren't coming, so he looks up to the ceiling and is all "GRAAAAAHHH!!!" and everyone turns around and looks at him like he's crazy. It shouldn't have been so funny, but it was.
Edit: So, what I was getting at. I'm going to try journalling (sic?) again. Maybe not on here. Because no one cares/reads it. But then again, if no one reads it, then it doesn't really matter, does it? Anyway. I was telling Melina that I don't do anything interesting, so there wouldn't be anything worth reading. She says I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure I'm right. It's not like I have a job or anything.
Oh, well, this morning, my mom thought I was dead or something. Because she kept trying to call me and text me and I never responded. But that's because I was on the phone with Stephen for almost three hours and my minutes ran out in the middle of him telling me about his work and interesting stuff (he probably thinks I hung up on him; I probably should've called him back when I got minutes. I'm such a terrible friend). And Melina would've been pissed if I got her up just to use her phone, you know, even though she tells me otherwise and acts like I'm stupid for not getting her up. Anyway. I went on a walk, too. I'm trying to go on walks more, you see. But I saw this dead butterfly. And it was getting all ate up by ants (total grammar fuckup there). It was kinda sad and beautiful, you know? And I saw this roll of cassette tape? I don't know if that's what it's called. But you understand. It's also sad and beautiful, but in a different kind of way. Gross story: when I was a kid, we listened to cassettes like, all the time (it was the '90's), but one of them broke, you know, like they do sometimes, and the tape was all over the place. Well, my cat's were playing with it and they ate some, and then it was hanging out of their asses because they couldn't digest it. Pets are wonderful.
Ugh. Maybe I'm just making excuses not to write/making it harder to do so. I need to write like crazy if I'm ever going to get anywhere.
You know, I just watched Total Eclipse this morning, and there's this scene where Leonardo DiCaprio is like, trying to write in this library, but the words aren't coming, so he looks up to the ceiling and is all "GRAAAAAHHH!!!" and everyone turns around and looks at him like he's crazy. It shouldn't have been so funny, but it was.
Edit: So, what I was getting at. I'm going to try journalling (sic?) again. Maybe not on here. Because no one cares/reads it. But then again, if no one reads it, then it doesn't really matter, does it? Anyway. I was telling Melina that I don't do anything interesting, so there wouldn't be anything worth reading. She says I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure I'm right. It's not like I have a job or anything.
Oh, well, this morning, my mom thought I was dead or something. Because she kept trying to call me and text me and I never responded. But that's because I was on the phone with Stephen for almost three hours and my minutes ran out in the middle of him telling me about his work and interesting stuff (he probably thinks I hung up on him; I probably should've called him back when I got minutes. I'm such a terrible friend). And Melina would've been pissed if I got her up just to use her phone, you know, even though she tells me otherwise and acts like I'm stupid for not getting her up. Anyway. I went on a walk, too. I'm trying to go on walks more, you see. But I saw this dead butterfly. And it was getting all ate up by ants (total grammar fuckup there). It was kinda sad and beautiful, you know? And I saw this roll of cassette tape? I don't know if that's what it's called. But you understand. It's also sad and beautiful, but in a different kind of way. Gross story: when I was a kid, we listened to cassettes like, all the time (it was the '90's), but one of them broke, you know, like they do sometimes, and the tape was all over the place. Well, my cat's were playing with it and they ate some, and then it was hanging out of their asses because they couldn't digest it. Pets are wonderful.