I'm writing a novel and having a big writers block moment. Someone give me something to write about. I will write a short story about it. I will write about almost anything.
Wo 5000 page views after like 3 years. pathetic...maybe...childish 100% but hey it's something.
I was going to hold off writing a journal till I had something important to say, but what the heck.
I think I have a job. I will know tomorrow.
I still trying to decide what graduate school to go for and whether I should focus on writing or sociology.
I have a car and can drive around places. woooo!!!
I beat phoenix write 2 and 3. I must cosplay Godot 1 more time before I die. I'm going to AWA I should buy more socks. They disappear so fast. I'm writing a lot. not that any of you read on this site.
The distance between reality and potential, between future and now, seems so emense that one can only traverse such a leap with the aid of a wormhole.
I'm reading negitive happy chainsaw edge, by the writer of "Welcome to the NHK" and it has me thinking about life.
I think my current physical situation accords with my state of mind in a humorous accuracy.
My face is covered in 3/4th fuzz from 2 days of unshavenness, added with the fact that I'm sitting in a room with four people at four in the morning, yet alone. Well, not the unhappy alone in a room from of people, more like I was reading negitive happy, while everyone else was playing madden. and it's not the usual motif that I dislike madden because I'm a ignorent nerd. I actually like the game, but they've been doing manger mode for the last 4 hours. They actually haven't played the first game yet, just an rpg exibition of drafting players and balancing a check book. The irony here calls for a brief spout of laughters..... Back to the point. I don't know enough to play, not that it bothers me. Back to the point; Life.
Writing what I'm writing now feels like a true labor of love. In the great words of john Legend. "I'm past the infatuation phase." Every day requires a little bit of effort from me to continue, rather then just riding on motivation.
That being said this journal is full of double talk. That being said I don't lack Ideas, just the attention span and self control to stay still and write for long periods of time. That being said. Its coming by little by little, being kept going by the tranquil enthusiasm builder that is the Gurren Lagann sound track
Why did 7 eat 9, because he was fucking hungry. why do you think. If you barely survived a plane crash just to be stuck in the artic you would be eating a number 2....with cheese, matter a fact super size that, hold the lettuce and extra cheese...cake factory damn straight where going I'm hungry as a ..mother fucker..stole my job, bitch ass Mexican I was so going to cut that lawn for like $1.70 an hour. But Naw. You had to go and jack my.. stuff.. animals which are way softer and easier to pack then giant plastic figurines. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THEY'RE NOT TOYS THEY'RE F_I_G_U_R_E_I_N_E_S. Stop hating on my hobby. I'm not running around telling people that your a gay republican and not to invite you to my next birthday party, NAW I a'int like that cause I'm perfect. Fuck dat bitch ass shitty looking gay fagiitdy cuntish pussy to hell damnit, with cheese, in the artic, and I be like dang bro -need a cover, cause it's cold you know, cause snow gets cold in the winter, in the summer snow is all like man I'm going surfing, but in the winter it be like Naw, you feel me.
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