leave your footprints, we'll shame them with our words.
LA LA LA, I can't sleep and I have to be up in the morning to go to phsyio, and I don't even want to go to phsyio (my new one, she's nice and all but the exercises make me feel like my legs are going to fall off, seriously, THE PAIN, it's not fun).
Main reason for posting: I think I know what I want to do with my life (yeah, this totally merits a post, shut up.)
I know, I know, I'm ~too young~ to truly know what I want to but... truth is, I've kind of always wanted to do this. For as long as I can remember (well, no, I wanted to be an Olympic Swimmer but that all went to hell with my injury 5 years ago. Y SO SHITTY SELF?) But I kind of gave up on it a few years ago because, hello, never going to happen. But now, when I had to think about it... it's the only thing I can see myself doing.
I want to be a novelist or script-writer or a playwrite (although I have ~baggage~ with the last one there so that has an even less than zero chance of happening). I know it's hard to get there, and I know that it's not easy once you've written something and I know that I'm not talented enough but... eh, I want. (I also know that I'll have to write a lot more if I ever want to get any better...)
TL;DR: HAI, I SET MYSELF UNACHEIVABLE GOALS.
Also, is it really wrong of me to try and persuade my parents into buying my little brother (who doesn't ever read, wtf bro?) the book Skellig just so I can read it? And the only reason I want to read it is that John Simm's going to be in the TV/Cinema adaptation as THE DAD? Yeah. (OMG JOHN SIMM AT THE CINEMA *flail*)
LOL my grammar's (and my spelling actually) so very, very fucked up in the post. I blame my sleep deprivation.
Main reason for posting: I think I know what I want to do with my life (yeah, this totally merits a post, shut up.)
I know, I know, I'm ~too young~ to truly know what I want to but... truth is, I've kind of always wanted to do this. For as long as I can remember (well, no, I wanted to be an Olympic Swimmer but that all went to hell with my injury 5 years ago. Y SO SHITTY SELF?) But I kind of gave up on it a few years ago because, hello, never going to happen. But now, when I had to think about it... it's the only thing I can see myself doing.
I want to be a novelist or script-writer or a playwrite (although I have ~baggage~ with the last one there so that has an even less than zero chance of happening). I know it's hard to get there, and I know that it's not easy once you've written something and I know that I'm not talented enough but... eh, I want. (I also know that I'll have to write a lot more if I ever want to get any better...)
TL;DR: HAI, I SET MYSELF UNACHEIVABLE GOALS.
Also, is it really wrong of me to try and persuade my parents into buying my little brother (who doesn't ever read, wtf bro?) the book Skellig just so I can read it? And the only reason I want to read it is that John Simm's going to be in the TV/Cinema adaptation as THE DAD? Yeah. (OMG JOHN SIMM AT THE CINEMA *flail*)
LOL my grammar's (and my spelling actually) so very, very fucked up in the post. I blame my sleep deprivation.