Toga, toga, toga

May 08, 2011 22:29

Okay so, today was our barbecue, nudist, pool-toga-party, pre-jamaica get together.

Tbh I was an anti-social butterfly cocooned in my room half the time. I only knew a few people out of the many there and I'm not going with them to jamaica anyway so I studied and repeatedly checked gsd_rtfn instead (round 7 starts today and I wanted to sign up from the get go instead of like a day before the end like I did for round 6).

I'm so excited about deancasbigbang that it's not even funny, rofl. I keep getting the URGE to write, but I'm like, scared. All the time. It's extremely frustrating and I've gotten little done other than the outline and one scene.

After the togapocalypse, we went to see my parent's friends and their new baby girl. She was so small! I didn't want to hold her, babies that small kinda freak me out. So delicate.

After that we went and had burgers, nom.

Now, I can't sleep for some reason, I really want to write. I'm staring at the blank page like it's going to attack me though. I don't know why I have this problem. Sigh.

rl, dcbb

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