You know what really grinds my gears?!

Dec 16, 2005 19:05

...It's when these aren't the droids we are looking for.

I feel like I should be getting some work done. Studying, or doing my paper for my class that I need to have done by monday that I havn't even really thought about looking at getting started on yet. But I don't think I am going to. I want to sit down and let the calming effects of TV wash over me, but we don't have cable, so it would have to be whatever I have downloaded on my computer. Which is all stuff I've seen before. Damn. You know, we will all wait and wait and wait for years and years for a new movie to come out and then it comes out and we go to the midnight showings and we watch it and suddenly, we are stuck again. Now we have seen it. Now there is no turning back. Speaking of no turning back, I suddenly had a hankerin' for some ice cream. Possibly ice cream with stuff in it. Man that sounds good.

I don't write everyday, but I write most days. At least here or in my more private journal. I don't know that I have it in me to write everyday. Maybe if I was working on something. I should start working on something. I had an idea for a new story today. Maybe I will work on that. After I get some ice cream. And maybe take a break to watch cartoons. The only problem is that I don't know how I can write what I had my idea for into a short story. Because, as much as I'd like to write novels and what not, I just never finish them. Short stories are doable. Write them in a day, spend a few days revising them and 'bam' you is done. Of course the length is such a limiting factor. Maybe if I just threw out my concepts of 'short story' and just wrote it to whatever length seemed appropriate. So what if I call it a short story and its 20 pages long and doesnt follow the basics of a sort story? Who cares? Not I. It's not like theres much of a chance that anything I write will be published or anything, so why follow convention? why not do things however the hell i want to? I'll tell you why, its because I've learned that trying to just do things 'my way' doesnt work out. its because you cant write a short story in 20 pages, its because you cant write a novel in 23.

Whatever, i'm not really with it right now. i took my first final today. i dont know how i did but assuming i got better then a 40% on it, it won't really matter. Unless I get about an 85% or better. which seems like it'd be easy enough, but (1) i didn't study, and (2) the best i've gotten on a test in that class was an 84%. so whatever, i'm not worried, i'll get a C. no big deal. i'm not too hung up about grades right now. or ever, really.

My mom is getting surgery next week. She might have a very serious problem. She might not, hopefully the surgery will fix her up good as new. I'm a little scarred, but it should be okay. I'll more than likely be incommunicato via the internet come tuesday. I'm going to try to make the most of that by (watching tv) reading (watching tv) writing (watching tv) and playing my guitar maybe even. Who knows? It's gonna be a non-stop party.

I spilled delicious honey on my bathrob last night and now i need to wash it. but i can't wash it while i am wearing it, and this creates a problem.

My head hurts and there is only one cure for it, eating ice cream.
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