go alliteration. Labels: wishlist
but seriously, luckymebeads' etsy shop has the most gorgeous necklaces & perfect advertising. 
go alliteration. Labels: wishlist
but seriously, luckymebeads' etsy shop has the most gorgeous necklaces & perfect advertising.
eheh. yes. lame. sorry. exams. Labels: wishlist
pardon the long absence. so much for nablopomo!
>.> 
i didn't post yesterday! *sob* i might as well just give it all up now. in my defense, though, we had a power outage for most of yesterday, and the power only finally came back on while i was fast asleep in my bed. so i suck. yes. too bad. i'm just happy the power came back in time for me to hand in my assignment for my computer science project. argh. i'm still pissed.
some kids will do anything for their fifteen minutes of fame.
two boys have invented wedgie-proof underpants, complete with a rip-away crotch attached with velcro so that the next bully who tries to give you a wedgie ends up with a piece of your underwear in his hands. i can see this being useful for moms whose kids leave a lot of skidmarks, if the crotch section was made of paper. you could just chuck the filthy mess and stick a fresh sheet on for your wee one. on the other hand, wouldn't the velcro sides be kinda...well...uncomfortable?
honestly, it's not. despite everything, and despite all the effort i put into doing some things, it always somehow managed to not just bite me in the ass, but deliver a good shot of poison into the bite, too.
it always ends up being my bloody fault, even though i'm honestly just trying to do what i think is right. that actually says a lot about my life and my outlook on life. obviously, i suck and what i think is stupid. i should just shut my brain down and only do what people tell me to do instead of trying to think for myself. it's not working.
my eyes hurt from bawling my pain out...quietly, of course, but it still hurts anyway. another obvious failure. to a certain extent, i see why some people cut themselves. that sort of pain is miles better than the pain i feel right now. not that i cut, though that's more because i'm too chicken to put a blade to my skin and push down hard enough to break it and draw blood. which is also rather pathetic. it's nice to be able to say that i don't cut, but doesn't it make me worse off than the cutters if i'm only not doing it because i'm chicken?
and to top this all off, i can't write worth shit when i'm down. some people get more creative when they feel sad. i just start writing like i'm a drunk emo. argh. shit. regular programming will return tomorrow. i just need to vent a little for a while. sorry.
i've obsessively written the number of words i need to write per day to hit 50,010 words by november 30 in the corner of my planner instead of actually writing my novel. yeah. i'm the mistress of procrastination in the name of "useful" things. next year, maybe i should just write a 50,000 word journal. then all the words i write in a blog post would count towards that 50,000 word goal. i can just see it. Labels: nanowrimo
"I sit down at my laptop and navigate to blogger.com. At the dashboard, I click on the link that lets me create a new post for my blog, where I type:
i've obsessively written the number of words i need to write per day to hit 50,010 words by november 30 in the corner of my planner instead of actually writing my novel. yeah. i'm the mistress of procrastination in the name of "useful" things. next year, maybe i should just write a 50,000 word journal. then all the words i write in a blog post would count towards that 50,000 word goal. i can just see it.
I sit and think for a few minutes. Is that a long enough post? Maybe I should put a picture there too. Then it'd look more interesting and less like a lazy copout. I preview my post. The paragraph looks far too short and boring. Thinking about it, I decide a lolcat would be a nice addition, even if it is rather unrelated. I open up a new tab in my Firefox browser and google lolcats. I waste approximately ten minutes laughing my butt off at some of the pictures before finally randomly selecting one. I upload it to photobucket and return to the post-in-progress, where I insert the photo and publish the post."
an easy 222 words right there. and i won't feel guilty at all for blogging instead of novelling. IRL, though, i've got 4794 words, and i need 6668 because i probably won't have a lot of laptop time tomorrow. argh. why do i torture myself like this?
and now...a gratuitous lolcat. just because i mentioned it in the excerpt from my non-existent novel. 
er. yeah. because really, i'm such a girl. Labels: shopping
i need sleep.