A smattering of distant applause is ringing in my poor ears.

[drunkenmusician]

So Michael Phelps is a beast. And I still want to beat him.

Today was my last day at work until winter break. I was thinking on the way home how I only have one more day in Williamsburg, unless you count being home for breaks and things. It's kind of a weird feeling. But also really exciting. I'm pretty nervous, but I'm also really excited. It

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[thatswhthesaid]

It's more frustrating than total writer's block because I have something I think has the potential to be awesome, but I don' t know how to get it there.

You just summed up my life, in one sentence. That's how I feel about 1. writing 2. painting 3. fashion 4. my personality 5. my appearance.

I've got a bunch of well-rounded paragraphs with no plot attached, a few neat concept sketches, an assload of pretty fabric, a dash of wit and a handful of memorized phrases, and sort of alternative hair and cute glasses, but there is no total package for any of it. If there were, I wouldn't be whining in a comment to you, I'd be writing, painting, sewing, hanging out with cool people, or modeling.

Anyways, you update really quickly, so I'm going to go type another emoish response on your next post, because it would make too much sense to sum up my thoughts/feelings on both of them in one comment. (Plus, who doesn't love multiple comments in the same day?)