June 2009
144 posts
Page 11 of 15! So SO SO close.
“In the wild, there is no health care. In the wild, health care is, ‘Ow, I hurt...”
– Dwight Schrute (via growingup)
May 2009
146 posts
Paper is now on page 8 of 15. Have realized that I have a bare bare minimum of 22 more pages to write before June 8th. Have cancelled all forseeable social life.
Lord, save me from this party, for there is no way my sins merit such exquisite torture.
1. Why are there so many people in my living room?
2. Why are these people having FUN when I am stuck writing this damn paper?
3. Why are these people so LOUD?
Pages of paper produced: 3
Kinds of carbohydrate consumed: 6
Times have wanted to take a nap: 1,000
Hours spent in pjs: nearly 24
Just ran into my first tumblr page that plays music without my asking it to, a la myspace, and can I just say HELL to the no on that one?
“There’s a Girl” - The Ditty...
It occurs to me that perhaps what this paper-writing marathon needs is snacks.
snuggie →
azaztheunabridged:
cupcakenation:
The primary difficulty of my life at the moment is that I can’t type with my hands inside my blanket cocoon.
THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK.
Oh my god, you’re right. I just demonstrated the need for Snuggies in the world. Wow. Whodathunkit?
The primary difficulty of my life at the moment is that I can’t type with my hands inside my blanket cocoon.
“Once I ate leftover chinese that had been kept in an unsealed container and I...”
– The ducks in the bathroom are not mine
You really really really should read the whole email exchange at this link.
sarazucker:
aretha franklin - i say a little...
“David” - Nellie McKay
I’m at the airport waiting to get a friend, parked in the cell phone lot. It’s strange to be alone with my thoughts (and, I guess, my iPhone) like this. I am so rarely alone. I could do ANYTHING. I could start driving now, and just not turn around.
The moment you start liking somebody, everything comes out in idiot. If you’re me, you then manage to document the idiot in some permanent way, so that you’ll never be able to forget about it. It’s a good thing I’m too wussy for tattoos, or I could end up with some very awkward permanent reminders.
Walt: i'm going to throw stones in my glass house here, but it is certainly...music
Me: hahhaa
Me: i love stones and glass
Me: they're so great together
Walt: was that a roll of thunder?
Me: by the pricking of my thumbs...
Walt: something emo-y this way comes
Me: yessss
CAAAAKE, CAKE, WHY YOU LURK SO GOOD IN MY FRIDGE?
“Sexy Anarchist Boy” - Cheese on Bread
Yesterday, I tried to blame something stupid I said on being a teenager and had it rightfully pointed out to me that I haven’t been a teenager in two full years. Crap.
text adventure: writer's quest! →
azaztheunabridged:
the writing process, as a text-based rpg.
“Your Inner Editor is trying to say something.
>listen editor
You gagged it, remember?
>take off gag
Your Inner Editor glares at you. “It took you this long? Let me handle this.”
>attack prose with editor
Your Inner Editor rolls its eyes at your atrocious grammar, but it attacks. The Revision defends with Your...
I don’t want to go back, but I don’t know where forward is yet.
“They taste sweet, but really they’re just humiliated grapes.”
– Joon, of Benny and Joon, on the topic of raisins.
My life makes me so nervous right now.
My car goes! My car goes! My car goes!