Sometimes I think about making an anonymous emo blog to post all the angsty rants I have when I have to stay up past midnight to finish homework and I start hating the entire world. But then I think, No, maybe I should just put this in my actual journal instead, so in a few months/years I can look back and laugh at my epic angst.
But then by the time I get upstairs I'm too tired and I just kind of collapse onto the bed and pass out.
Not Actually A Twitter Page
It's like a Twitter page, but... not. Oh, look! A pancake!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Sometimes I think the universe likes to punch me in the face and then laugh hysterically.
Yeah. It's one of THOSE days.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Friday, December 3, 2010
Things you do for writing
Yeah, so, right now, I'm co-writing a story about a mentally unstable man who's obsessively in love with his girlfriend and turns out to be a murderer in the end.
Literary magazine, here we come!
Literary magazine, here we come!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Epic clumsiness
On Saturday night I was over at Shannon's with a few other people. It was decided that our new friend should definitely watch the blueberry video, so I tried to jump up from my comfortable (yet slightly precarious) position on the edge of the bed.
That, as I found out, was not a good idea.
I tried to stand and turn at the same time, which caused my ankle to twist awkwardly and sent me flying to the floor. I caught myself on one hand, so I was fine, even though I hit the PlayStation 3 sitting on the floor. We watched the video and, after we were done laughing hysterically, I looked down and realized that there was blood on my hands. (Legitimate blood, people.)
In short: I tried to get off a bed but fell onto the PS3 on the floor and cut my hand open.
...it's almost all healed up now.
That, as I found out, was not a good idea.
I tried to stand and turn at the same time, which caused my ankle to twist awkwardly and sent me flying to the floor. I caught myself on one hand, so I was fine, even though I hit the PlayStation 3 sitting on the floor. We watched the video and, after we were done laughing hysterically, I looked down and realized that there was blood on my hands. (Legitimate blood, people.)
In short: I tried to get off a bed but fell onto the PS3 on the floor and cut my hand open.
...it's almost all healed up now.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Promise
I promise I haven't died, guys. Seriously. *puts on srs face*
Yeah, it's really late and I'm not making any sense. DEAL WITH IT
Yeah, it's really late and I'm not making any sense. DEAL WITH IT
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Yet more procrastination
Is it sad that I wanted to get Only the Good Spy Young way back in late June when it was first released, yet only got it in the middle of August right before school started?
Yeah. It is.
Yeah. It is.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Procrastination at its best
Today I started school.
Backpack: Purchased at 8:45 last night
Summer homework: Unfinished (but not due till Monday!)
School supplies: Nonexistent
Other school supplies: Left over from last year
Me? Procrastinate? Nah.
Backpack: Purchased at 8:45 last night
Summer homework: Unfinished (but not due till Monday!)
School supplies: Nonexistent
Other school supplies: Left over from last year
Me? Procrastinate? Nah.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
It's almost July? WHATTTTT.
Seriously?! Is it?!
Wait, wait. That means... OH MY GOODNESS AVATAR MOVIE IN EXACTLY ONE WEEK FROM TODAY.
*epic spaz attack*
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Wait, wait. That means... OH MY GOODNESS AVATAR MOVIE IN EXACTLY ONE WEEK FROM TODAY.
*epic spaz attack*
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Sunday, June 13, 2010
Regarding the previous post.
I forgot to add this.
Whenever you go to Macaroni Grill and you're waiting for one more person... before they get there (when it's still just an empty seat), grab a crayon or two and write "RIP [person's name]" with an arrow pointing toward the chair.
Guaranteed to get a really strange look from your waiter!
Not that I would know anything about that.
PS: WE DO IT BECAUSE WE LOVE YOU, TRACY. (In a non-creepy and completely platonic way, of course.)
Whenever you go to Macaroni Grill and you're waiting for one more person... before they get there (when it's still just an empty seat), grab a crayon or two and write "RIP [person's name]" with an arrow pointing toward the chair.
Guaranteed to get a really strange look from your waiter!
Not that I would know anything about that.
PS: WE DO IT BECAUSE WE LOVE YOU, TRACY. (In a non-creepy and completely platonic way, of course.)
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