Procrastinating.
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NaNoWriMo:
I'm making pretty good time, in my opinion. At the time of this post (which is yeah, me procrastinating..) I'm at about..5,500? Which makes me happy. Of course, it's all crap, but here's some of the more readable parts:
I don’t think I was meant to live this way. I told her. Not even bothering with the quotation marks. We’re past that, her and I.
Live. How?
Live by living. Please don’t philosophize when I’m trying to be coherent.
I can make you coherent
Generally, you make me less.
I like you better less
Please, just-
[snip]
But then again, I don’t really remember when I became a fragment, unable to stop or go or breahe without being down on paper first. I’m a creature of metaphor, and if I don’t make sense, it’s just because I’m deeper than you.
Stop it with that damn button. Don’t try and ax me, define me, make me. I’m just a fragment. Watch as that green line underneath my life turns red.
Word processor joke. Ha. Ha.
I’m not very good at this whole being human thing. I try not. Or.
I try and repair the damage.
From what?
Who knows. Don’t ask. Keep your head down. Keep on going. Shackalacka. What?[snip some more]
it's nice how sarcasm and silence are one letter away.
[snip]
A motion: instead of calling it seventh grade, let us call it the
YEAR OF BAD DECISIONS.
Everyone’s doing it.
Don’t you want in?
I’ll tell you how.
Smile, wink.
Brush your teeth, cross your t’s.
Fight fair.
Be honest. (Except when you can avoid it)
Shush. None of your business.
Be chummy with everyone, without divulging sensitive information.
Turn down the angst.
Cap it.
Have several easy targets, so no one goes after the good stuff. Shh.
Don’t ask, don’t tell.
Create a scandal, doll
It’s all the rage.
Don’t tell anyone about you and me.
We’ll be a little secret.
Funny how a little secret runs your life.
It's WIERD, I know.
Anyway, you can keep track of me here-- and if you're doing it too, add me as a quote, unquote writing buddy.
GO TEAM SEA SLUG.
OH, and one more thing: Does ANYONE have the sorta released FOB song off of the import version of Infinity on High? It's called gay is not a synonym for shitty...or something like that. If anyone knows where to download, I'd be so thrilled...I remember it being mentioned, but I haven't actually heard it.
x's to the o's
Lena