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Nov. 3rd, 2008 08:21 am22:20 I have a sudden wish for someone to give me a ring as a present. :\ #
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it's been a long time.
Nov. 3rd, 2008 08:08 pmAnd probably a longer time more, till I have the time and the energy to actually write what I'm thinking. It's easy to think, to feel, to want these days, but terribly hard to pen them down. Everything's coming out in fragments; I've reached the bottleneck of a ramune bottle and I'm trying to break past the marble.
A week or two ago, I was zipping along with my excess of essays, overwhelmed but still coping quite well with the extra serving of words. Now my plate is full and overflowing, and I have to keep myself from upchucking. Can't write anything. I spend hours staring at the computer screen waiting for some hero to jump out and rescue my essay (curiously enough on heroes) but no one ever does come to pull my paper out of existential crisis. Not to mention the unethical way I'm writing my Ethics paper. The Lord of Essay Writing would be extremely unhappy with his once protege.
I've been writing (creative writing, I mean) occasionally in the past week, but it's all dregs from much better coffee.
Need to collect my Creative Writing certificate. :\ I can't believe that I'm procrastinating from such a simple thing. What else do I need to do -- return my library books. I've gotten strangely attached to them, and I have half the mind to spirit away some of the better (leather bound!!) ones because I'm selfish and I want them for myself. These out of print beauties.
I think my ideal Other is out-of-print.
A week or two ago, I was zipping along with my excess of essays, overwhelmed but still coping quite well with the extra serving of words. Now my plate is full and overflowing, and I have to keep myself from upchucking. Can't write anything. I spend hours staring at the computer screen waiting for some hero to jump out and rescue my essay (curiously enough on heroes) but no one ever does come to pull my paper out of existential crisis. Not to mention the unethical way I'm writing my Ethics paper. The Lord of Essay Writing would be extremely unhappy with his once protege.
I've been writing (creative writing, I mean) occasionally in the past week, but it's all dregs from much better coffee.
Need to collect my Creative Writing certificate. :\ I can't believe that I'm procrastinating from such a simple thing. What else do I need to do -- return my library books. I've gotten strangely attached to them, and I have half the mind to spirit away some of the better (leather bound!!) ones because I'm selfish and I want them for myself. These out of print beauties.
I think my ideal Other is out-of-print.
