it is coming out as me being like
“I LOVE MY CHARACTERS. I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH. UGH. I JUST CAN’T WRITE. BECAUSE I LOVE MY CHARACTERS SO MUCH AND I JUST WANT TO STOP EVERYTHING AND JUST MAKE THEM HAVE A PARTY.”
“MAYBE I WILL START AT THE END OF THE STORY AND WRITE NEW MATERIAL. THEN I CAN GET CLOSER TO RESOLVING EVERYTHING AND THEY CAN HAVE A PARTY.”
“I’M GOING TO WRITE IN THE SUBPLOT THAT THIS CHARACTER IS EXTREMELY SICKLY FOR NO EXPLAINED REASON EXCEPT APPARENTLY ALL SHE NEEDED WAS FRESH AIR AND THEN SHE WAS ABLE TO CLIMB A MOUNTAIN BY HERSELF SOMEHOW. YES. GOOD IDEAS BY KELLY.”
“WHAT IF THE FEMALE MAIN CHARACTER WAS OLDER THAN THE MALE MAIN CHARACTER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YES PERFECT but what about the prologue WAIT I WANT TO DELETE THE PROLOGUE ANYWAY YES PERFECT.”
and just randomly kicking and screaming silently in my room as the night goes on
1) she has an essay due in a couple days but has no class until 1 tomorrow so she can stay up late with the mentality of THIS IS DUE TOMORROW (but not really) and so it feels like the last minute so she’ll actually get it done but it’s not really and she has all this time to sleep tomorrow yaaaaay
2) she was like “oh god this is never going to be long enough I’m almost halfway out of pages and I’m nowhere near the halfway point of the paper” and then she realized her font was in 11 pt font instead of 12 pt and then everything was better
3) she wanted some ginger ale out of nowhere for some reason and then remembered she didn’t finish her ginger ale from lunch and just snagged it out of the fridge and took a huge swill with delight
4) no but seriously isn’t it just the greatest thing when you’re like “ohhhh man I want ________” and then you realize you have it and you just get it and consume it and you’re like “yes. this is everything I ever wanted. I am done now.”
I had a dream last night where I remember laughing really hard… I probably hardcore sleep-cackled. I wish someone had been there to witness it. with my lost voice and all.
I want a bass recorder for christmas. maybe I should learn the instruments I have now (cough erhu cough cough no actually cough I have a horrible cold) first. you know what I actually took out my viola today and started my observation report on my FALL BREAK I think I deserve some erhu jamming time.
I need white pants. how am I going to be link without white pants. it’s bad enough that I don’t even have a brown belt or brown gloves or anything and also I have horrible rips in my costume wow ugh should not have thrown that so callously into my closet oh well.
oh and I guess I should find my ocarina too.
this has been an absolutely worthless text post about my life goodbye
Mr. Segrest told us we would have a substitute today, that it was a former physics teacher from this school. I immediately turned to my comrades, Bill and Hannah (who isn’t dropping, yay!!), and pointed out that the irony of this was that we would not be able to get away with as much with a substitute teacher in the room as we would with our actual teacher. I expected that. I was correct.
I did not, however, predict that we would also learn MORE subject material from a substitute than we would from our actual teacher in an average day of class.
I really love physics class.
Also today after school I had a rehearsal inconveniently at 4:30 so I decided there was no better way to spend the two hours between the end of school and the beginning of rehearsal than to attend the first meeting of the Pony Club because Bill Potts advertised it so kindly to me.
I knew there would be bronies. A handful of bronies started the club, after all. One of those bronies who started the club showed up in the middle of the episode screening with a supermarket package of twelve tiny cupcakes (and fake tattoo sleeves). He immediately discerned that he had, along with everyone else in the room, severely misjudged the turnout. About 20 bronies and 10 girls (pegasisters, I think they were called?) came to this poorly advertised meeting.
I really love the unpopular side of my school’s community. Except I don’t think I’m going to go to Pony Club unless I have a need to kill time again because the show is just too inane for me to even deal with.
Ladies and gentlemen of Phillystuck, please take a moment to look at this boy. This boy is my friend. This makes him my boyfriend. And if not for his severe case of Tigerus Parentitus, he would have been able to come to the zoo so that all could have witnessed more RosexKanaya sloppy makeouts than anyone’s eyes could handle.
Tigerus Parentitus is a common chronic disease, especially among upper-class children of Asian descent. No one asks for Tigerus Parentitus, and while most say their childhood experience with this socially fatal disease has made them stronger, fuck that noise, I hate his parents.
I hate his parents so much. I want to go into his house and kidnap him and adopt him into my home.
If you, too, are disappointed because you did not get to see a sassy guy in Kanaya crossplay sloppily making out with me and being as totally out of character as I was, please express your feelings to his parents in my askbox and I will see if I can, with his help, forward them to the proper persons.
He finished all his homework yesterday. He had a ride. He had a free ticket. He had told them about this. And his mom told him this morning as he was going to leave that if he went to the meetup, he shouldn’t bother coming back home.
I hate his parents.
(i offered for him to stay at my house then but he’s too good of a kid for that, weh)
suddenly my Rose violin video is gaining note momentum again, like within the past fifteen minutes.
I should blog about physics class so no one decides to follow me because I have the worst tumblr.
you can follow my train of thought by noticing the link between these two sentences contained in the word “momentum”!
(also I have some great things to post about physics)
I just had fun sbahjifying some stuff and I think I went overboard, if that’s even a thing you can do when it comes to jpeg artifacts in sweet bro and hella jeff-inspired “artwork”.
It’s one part of a series of at least three projects that I just realized I don’t have that long to complete. Crafting the art is the easiest part, it’s the execution that I’ll really need to work on.
My intention was to detail my entire plan but I realized that it is too risky. There are people out there. People who can read, and then talk. The nerve!!
so I don’t know what the point of this post is now whoops? I guess to give more lame excuses for why I will continue to procrastinate everything.
that awkward moment when you’re still writing college essays because you hate everything you write within five days of writing it and have to write a new essay for your new apps
I just finished the first draft of one about playing music in an orchestra and it’s a metaphor and things and now all I can do is listen to is classical music.
contrary to popular belief even people who play classical music all the time don’t often listen to classical music but they often have some in their iTunes libraries because otherwise they feel like failures at life.
I don’t think I have a single piece by Mozart in here WHOOPS I only really like people from the Romantic era onward :c
feelin’ so classy
stravinsky, mussorgsky, tchaikovsky, beethoven, holst are my homeboys
and eric whitacre because shut up he’s beautiful in every way
I should really come up with a systematic way to tag my posts
and by saying that this has become “profound lack of focus”-worthy