It is now officially December, and I can start to stop feeling like utter shit with people posting their NaNo wins every two seconds on my flist.

After last year's achievement, this year really makes me feel like a giant loser. While it was still November it was always, "Well, if I write this many words per day-- oh, I'll just start tomorrow, I ( Read more... )

a smattering of drops on the pane
the precipitation I have always known
gives me comfort of my home

[/impromptu poetry]

Downloading episodes of Glee while I paint Mom's birthday gift. Got a bunch of cork cut in circles, and I'm painting them into coasters. Different drink logos on them, since I decided to paint the color of the rainbow yesterday. ( Read more... )

LOL O'Halloran has got me so trained. Sound Of Settling came on my Pandora, and I wanted to turn it up-- both my hands flew off the keyboard looking for my [function] and [up volume] buttons. Awww.

Our youth is fleeting
Old age is just around the bend
I can't wait to go gray

I'll sit and wonder
Of every love that could have been
If I'd only thought of ( Read more... )

Another long day at the J. Blergh. I'm realizing how unfond I am of staggered leaving schedules. I'm also not fond of having only one polo to wear. I have to wash this fucker every morning.

Still haven't washed up yet, I'm almost too tired to do it, but if I don't I'll feel positively disgusting. *sigh* Oh, laziness. How you try to sway the rhythm ( Read more... )

I had my last day of class today, turned in my final two tickets and presented my painting for Theatre. And I did not get up prior to that, either. I woke up around noonish and dragged myself up to walk to class. Yes, I actually walked today. Because I couldn't bike with my painting. And let me say: FUCK WALKING. FUCK WALKING ACROSS THIS CAMPUS. It ( Read more... )