I'm going to make several serious efforts today ( Read more... )

This is why I hate boys: in the shower, rather than considering the importance of why the Iliad ends with Hektor's death, the whole time, my mind was going WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
Shit, now I'll never get my Hum paper done.

Oh maan. I don't really want college to come, now that it's here.

AP grades: Hollllyyyy shhhhiiiitttt.

Augh. Writing is so frustrating. I can't help but feel that every single word I write is drivel. Complete drivel. I'm not sure if it's because I am, in fact, a completely crap writer, or if it's because I'm not very comfortable with first-person narration, or if I'm constantly censoring myself from writing what I really want to write, and that ( Read more... )

And, of course, rather than actually trying to write any more tonight, I've been looking through past entries. Mostly just seeing how I was doing during surgery and that whole catastrophe, but then I just started going through every entry for a while.
Anyway, one of my entries was a list of books I wanted to read and things to do. So:
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I fail. Epically. Rather than writing 2000 words of my next literary venture, I wrote about 700 total and proceeded to waste a lot of time napping and looking at pictures of St. Augustine, Florida. Is it really supposed to feel this hard? Why is it that whenever I start writing an actual book, my writing turns to shit. I mean, I don't even know if ( Read more... )

Do you know what I am?
I am a serial outliner.
It's really an unhealthy defense mechanism. Rather than actually writing all these books I'm dreaming up, I just plot them out and let the word document sit forever. Current idea count? At least six. I never thought that I would have writer's block because I have too many ideas. It's gotten so bad that ( Read more... )

I just got two more rejections. It seems like I can't do anything right this year. Although, really now, maybe I shouldn't be so surprised.

Guess who didn't study for her APs tomorrow ( Read more... )