I suppose I should write something out for you guys, shouldn't I?Well, what if I don't want to? What if I can't think of anything interesting to tell you? What if I bore you into never coming to visit my diary again?
Hmmmmm. Here goes. Props to you if you stick around til the end.
One of the few good parts of today was watching General Hospital after my history class got out. I love that show. I've been a fan for about 5 years or so, so I suppose I'm a newbie in some circles.
Shit. I'm a good person. I just snapped at my roommate for the way she was handing the phone back to me. Knowing that makes you want to live with me for 9 months, doesn't it? I'll probably flip out on you for the way you open the fridge. Don't think I won't, I've done that to her too.
Guess what else? I've gotta write a sex scene for my latest story. It's hard shit, people (pun intended). I get so far into it, then I get disgusted and stop writing it for a few days. I don't even get into the act Then I get angry cause I'm not into the sex anymore. Go me. Yay for bouts of pschizophrenic sexuality in writing.
I've been working on this story since early July. I feel as though I should be done with it by now. Sometimes, the words are all being held captive inside me and I can't write at all. They're not even held captive by ME, but rather the other million thoughts I have in my head.
My train of thought goes something like this:
Thoughts about schoolworkHow I should probably go out and do something?Who's that knocking on my door?who I would be talking to if I was online.the fucking girl and her fucking techno getting in my fucking train of thoughts.if masturbation would do anything to un-stifle my creativity if for nothing more than an hourif I'd get caught trying to *ahem* un-stifle my creativity.Wonder if Aimster will work for me now.Jeez, don't I have about 20 papers due this week?What if I don't get them done?I'll work on them in my free time at home on Monday.I hope I get to spend more time with my mom.She's a great woman.I would call her to talk right now but it's so late.I should probably go to bed right now.Nope. This is too complicated. Wonder who's on Conan...
Gigi sent me a notepad with the words "This is fucking urgent" in red letters. That goes perfectly in a college dorm. I haven't used it yet. It's leaning up against my monitor waiting to be written on.
That reminds me, I have to paint some words on this collage I've been working on for the past week. I'll be back tonight. Hope you're doing well.
