So hot. Where's the icecream, damnit?
Today is so... friggin'... hot. I LOVE IT! I feel like I'm melting, and my clothes are sticking to me, and my hair is totally weird because of the fact that all the windows were open in the bus... God I love summer. My favourite season. No school, no snow... nothing but me and my brain, full of wondrously entertaining thoughts. Seriously, I can't concentrate on new ideas for fics or oneshots if I'm loaded with work. BLARG I SAY! Yes, that's right, I said it. I went there. So sue me. xD
Anyway, back to how hot it was... I can't really say I was that hot today. I mean, classes were okay until the afternoon, but I had spent Lunch in the library rehearsing for my MacBeth sock puppet play - yes, I'll elaborate. xD - and so, since the library was air conditioned, I didn't suffer. And I was quite cool when Biology class came along, so while everyone was fanning themselves, I got to... not fan myself. Yep.
Wanna hear about MacBeth? I'll tell you anyway. A great Shakespeare work, a tragic story about a man with too much ambition which took control of his life... Me and classmates of mine have made a different rendition of this. We're making a sock puppet play, analysing the 'Nemesis' aspects of the play. xD It's awesome. I might just post up the script once we've done the play. Heh.
THIS GODDAMNED FIC WON'T WRITE ITSELF!
This is my third time starting it! Guh! It's no fun. ; - ; I've never had this much trouble before. The beginning just isn't working out like it should... I think I know the problem, though. It's 'cause most of my fics start because of an idea for an intro I have, strange dialogue or an awkward situation. But see, now I had an IDEA, and not... strange dialogue. Damn this long-term stuff. xD Anywho, I'll get back to working on that now. *sigh*
Anyway, back to how hot it was... I can't really say I was that hot today. I mean, classes were okay until the afternoon, but I had spent Lunch in the library rehearsing for my MacBeth sock puppet play - yes, I'll elaborate. xD - and so, since the library was air conditioned, I didn't suffer. And I was quite cool when Biology class came along, so while everyone was fanning themselves, I got to... not fan myself. Yep.
Wanna hear about MacBeth? I'll tell you anyway. A great Shakespeare work, a tragic story about a man with too much ambition which took control of his life... Me and classmates of mine have made a different rendition of this. We're making a sock puppet play, analysing the 'Nemesis' aspects of the play. xD It's awesome. I might just post up the script once we've done the play. Heh.
THIS GODDAMNED FIC WON'T WRITE ITSELF!
This is my third time starting it! Guh! It's no fun. ; - ; I've never had this much trouble before. The beginning just isn't working out like it should... I think I know the problem, though. It's 'cause most of my fics start because of an idea for an intro I have, strange dialogue or an awkward situation. But see, now I had an IDEA, and not... strange dialogue. Damn this long-term stuff. xD Anywho, I'll get back to working on that now. *sigh*