"we need to find another way home." "if only hovercars existed." "yeah, that would be helpful."
So, not much going on here. I continue to look for a fulltime job as Brendan continues to look for a part-time job. Until either of us finds something, we both spend most of our time lazing around the house until our parents get home from work. I try to write, Brendan mostly plays guitar, and at about two-thirty we rush to make it look like we've been doing chores all morning.
Last night I went over to my mom's friend Pat's house to try and help her learn how to work her iPod. We went out to dinner afterwards which was okay, but the end of the dinner conversation was all about 9/11, which is a topic I am not entirely comfortable talking about in a serious fashion. I have many issues, I know, but it kind of left me depressed for the rest of the night. Today I am trying to kick that weird funk by going shopping for a bag for my laptop. I think it will be exciting.
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I've been trying to write for the past few days and have been mostly unsuccessful. I'm writing inocciduous's birthday story, and I have... 650 words, give or take? And I'm close to the end. But the writing is really, really subpar and I don't really know what I'm doing. And I really want to write a scene in my ridiculous TWW academic au in which Will's students bid him teary farewells via Facebook. Because it would be hilarious.
I'm going to finish this by the end of today. I'm going to force myself to, for sure.
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I should really eat something.
Last night I went over to my mom's friend Pat's house to try and help her learn how to work her iPod. We went out to dinner afterwards which was okay, but the end of the dinner conversation was all about 9/11, which is a topic I am not entirely comfortable talking about in a serious fashion. I have many issues, I know, but it kind of left me depressed for the rest of the night. Today I am trying to kick that weird funk by going shopping for a bag for my laptop. I think it will be exciting.
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I've been trying to write for the past few days and have been mostly unsuccessful. I'm writing inocciduous's birthday story, and I have... 650 words, give or take? And I'm close to the end. But the writing is really, really subpar and I don't really know what I'm doing. And I really want to write a scene in my ridiculous TWW academic au in which Will's students bid him teary farewells via Facebook. Because it would be hilarious.
I'm going to finish this by the end of today. I'm going to force myself to, for sure.
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I should really eat something.