Possibly one of the things I dislike about writing -- or the writing process -- is that time when you have all these nice thoughts in your head, but you can't seem to have enough words to describe them properly. You've got a whole story mapped out in your head, you start writing it with this feeling of contentment and bliss.

( Raaaaaant )

Okay, okay, so there are these two guys.

A: Hey, you know, your butt looks big in those pants. :S

B: So what? My butt looks big in everything. :\

They are real guys. And this is a story so real I crack up every time I think about it.

/crawls back inside manhole

Last stretch before the end of this damned sem.

See you in like two weeks or something. D:

Got this from transient_words. Actually, I don't know where else I'd get something like this ( Read more... )

Been reading lately.

Also, lol, first batch of tests are near. Bit worried about those. Scratch that, very worried about those. I've been driving myself into some figurative apoplectic fit worrying about those.

I'm sure to block out on all tests with the way I'm tearing the hair off my head.

Sometimes, I crack myself up.

Have a drabble. An original fiction drabble. Oh, comrades. Run away while you can.

(Also, this is a thinly disguised response from the anon writing meme. Oh not-so-anon. I know you're not looking for original fiction, but this was what my mind wrote when you said that.)

And, holy shit, I know what you mean guys. You mean I write my own stuff?

(  It was a rather fair day out. The sun wasn't too blinding. There was a nice, cool breeze. )