It's Two AM: Do You Know Where Your Shift Key Is?
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why isn't my scanner working
and then I draw myself performing some kind of ancient X-men mutant leg morph ritual in MS Paint this is rock bottom
In properly capitalized and punctuated news, I seem to be leaving Sick Land and entering Two Motherhugging Decades of Existence Land. I've been thinking about a lot of things lately, but I'm not entirely sure how to express them in words. Stephen King says this means I should not be a writer, and maybe he is right.
I just tried to write a heartwarming short story for my creative writing class and instead wrote a story about a woman getting her head ripped in half.
In perspective today, for the first time in my life, I understood the artist-holding-up-pencil-and-closing-one-eye thing. The professor taught us the sight drawing technique of measuring relative sizes with thumb and pencil as a marker, and and and well...don't laugh I just never got why artists were always portrayed doing that AUGH STOP LAUGHING AT ME
I've also been thinking about, of all things, Neon Genesis Evangelion and the Human Instrumentality Project. Why is this even worth mention? I couldn't tell you, but every time I think about it I feel really sick. Plus I had a dream where I was bicycling and saw a Cloud of Doom in the sky. I think my dream named it Pure Evil Something Something, but in any case I woke up feeling significantly Unsettled.
But anyway.
Moderately erratic thoughts brought to you by Late O'Clock! Someone take the shift key away from me, as I have abused my privileges.
So, hi everyone! I'm sure I'm not as down as I sound in type. It's just 2am, which is the best fodder for worrisome notions (worrisome notions that it took much restraint not to capitalize).
PS anyone wanna read that story I wrote it's wtf-erific
why isn't my scanner working
and then I draw myself performing some kind of ancient X-men mutant leg morph ritual in MS Paint this is rock bottom
In properly capitalized and punctuated news, I seem to be leaving Sick Land and entering Two Motherhugging Decades of Existence Land. I've been thinking about a lot of things lately, but I'm not entirely sure how to express them in words. Stephen King says this means I should not be a writer, and maybe he is right.
I just tried to write a heartwarming short story for my creative writing class and instead wrote a story about a woman getting her head ripped in half.
In perspective today, for the first time in my life, I understood the artist-holding-up-pencil-and-closing-one-eye thing. The professor taught us the sight drawing technique of measuring relative sizes with thumb and pencil as a marker, and and and well...don't laugh I just never got why artists were always portrayed doing that AUGH STOP LAUGHING AT ME
I've also been thinking about, of all things, Neon Genesis Evangelion and the Human Instrumentality Project. Why is this even worth mention? I couldn't tell you, but every time I think about it I feel really sick. Plus I had a dream where I was bicycling and saw a Cloud of Doom in the sky. I think my dream named it Pure Evil Something Something, but in any case I woke up feeling significantly Unsettled.
But anyway.
Moderately erratic thoughts brought to you by Late O'Clock! Someone take the shift key away from me, as I have abused my privileges.
So, hi everyone! I'm sure I'm not as down as I sound in type. It's just 2am, which is the best fodder for worrisome notions (worrisome notions that it took much restraint not to capitalize).
PS anyone wanna read that story I wrote it's wtf-erific