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I don't wanna show off no more
I don't wanna sing tunes no more
I don't wanna ride moons no more
I don't wanna show off...
Well, I have only one thing to say, I hate deadlines. That's it. Actually, I have more to say, it's just that I leave for Michigan in roughly eleven hours and that my friends surprised me with a horribly late planned surprise birthday party, because my birthday was a little over a month ago. So kudos to them for actually coming up without me finding out, which is very difficult to do.
On the news of Resistance I am going to push my ass to the limit and type up another two pages worth of angsty trauma and medical bills. Don't you just love it when you see people read their bills and fall over at the sight of all the lovely numbers? So hopefully, I'll have it out early tomorrow or even better, later tonight, around midnight.
I have just realized how lovely a cold shower sounds, simply because I have a dozen or so damn coffee-crazed plotbunnies hopping around in my head, hoping for me to include them into the next chapter or so. Unfortunately, one of these damn bunnies managed to make me type for six hours straight and come up with a brilliant chapter of Resistance that is making me really angry that I want to reach that point, but can't seem to figure out how.
So I will be back from Interlochen around the 20th of June, so hopefully I will find inspiration while I'm there and possibly post the third chapter when I get back.
Until that day...
I don't wanna be cheered no more
Praised no more
Grabbed no more
Touched no more
Loved no more
I don't wanna show off...
Listening to: "Show Off" from The Drowsy Chaperone
Reading: Trickster's Choice by Tamora Pierce
Watching: House: Season 1