if the end is so much better, why don't we just live forever?
I haven't posted in forever. Most of the time I don't feel like I have anything in my life worth blogging about - which is amusing, considering I read other people's blogs just to hear about their lives. But that's me. I'm a little strange.
It's been cold for the past few days, in contrast to the killing heat. We live in extremes of weather over here. Cold winter, hot summer, not much in between. Except for the crazy times, of course. I've been wearing my black sweatshirt with the broken zipper for the last few days. My dad says it's stylish, and more acceptable in public than my collection of ratty gray things.
The writing's been slow. My new big project, The Crossroads Place, is coming along but not as fast as I'd like. Somehow, the less stuff I have to do, the less productive I am. Mostly I've been doing paperwork for college this summer, and attempting to write articles for DemandMedia. Which I suck at, but I've gotta make money somehow.
In retrospect, I find this amusing: I'm still terrified of needles. Seriously. Stick me with one and I'll either whine or start bawling my eyes out like a six-year-old. Except when I'm getting piercing, apparently 0.o Because then I'm just fine. But getting blood drawn or even acupuncture - don't ask, it was my dad's idea - well, cue the waterworks. But getting my ears pierced is fine. Somehow.
Huh. I'm weird.
It's been cold for the past few days, in contrast to the killing heat. We live in extremes of weather over here. Cold winter, hot summer, not much in between. Except for the crazy times, of course. I've been wearing my black sweatshirt with the broken zipper for the last few days. My dad says it's stylish, and more acceptable in public than my collection of ratty gray things.
The writing's been slow. My new big project, The Crossroads Place, is coming along but not as fast as I'd like. Somehow, the less stuff I have to do, the less productive I am. Mostly I've been doing paperwork for college this summer, and attempting to write articles for DemandMedia. Which I suck at, but I've gotta make money somehow.
In retrospect, I find this amusing: I'm still terrified of needles. Seriously. Stick me with one and I'll either whine or start bawling my eyes out like a six-year-old. Except when I'm getting piercing, apparently 0.o Because then I'm just fine. But getting blood drawn or even acupuncture - don't ask, it was my dad's idea - well, cue the waterworks. But getting my ears pierced is fine. Somehow.
Huh. I'm weird.