Jan 15, 2011 20:56
so in this past week alone, i have steadily munched my way through at least two kilos of cherries, half a tub of cafe grande ice-cream, 200g or so of chocolate rocky road (or whatever the heck it's called) and more apricots than you can shake a stick at.
... and after that, pretty much spending two hours an evening running around my neighbourhood. and now for all my efforts, i'm hungry again, cranky and my feet hurt lmao. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.
after my extensive glucose therapy, i am getting my ass into gear.
ENOUGH WITH THE MOPING AND WHINING. i think i'm ready to stop being a teenage angst-ridden writer wannabe, and ready to start actually, i dunno, writing for a change.
BRING IT AWN.
i also regret to say that in my hapless and listless fugue, i have told a bunch of people i will write a bunch of things and well it'd be interesting to see how i manage that self-imposed workload of whatthefuckery.
yeah okay, temporary high deflated. but um. yeah. i feel less like a brain-dead zombie crybaby and more like the... my... bad-ass self of old...
yeahhhhhno that makes no sense either, shut up. i'm only just getting over my two-month slump, cut me some slack. >8I
!personal: rambling,
!personal: on plans not to go awry,
!personal: sceno is the biggest chump,
!personal: excuses schmexcuses,
!personal: writing things,
!personal: bite off more than can chew,
!personal: nothing better to do