This is my theme song for reading Inheritance. No, seriously. I'm 100 pages in and nothing is happening!
NaNoWriMo died. Alas. I got behind, and it snowballed, and trying to catch up with NaNo made me behind in my homework, which isn't good. Like, at all.
I'm hooked on Jekyll and Hyde, the musical. The music is so addicting!
--Soren, out.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Can Anybody Find Me...?
It's that time again: NaNoWriMo!
If you don't know what NaNoWriMo is, it's short for "National Novel Writing Month". And guess who's doing it this year? Me!
Disclaimer: If I go MIA, don't worry. I'm just selling my soul in hopes of accomplishing my dream of becoming a world-renowned author.
Right now, I'm up way too late procrastinating finishing my project, because frankly I don't know what to do, and I'm afraid that if I go to sleep, I won't wake up in time for class tomorrow. Because I slept through my first class yesterday. And I was late to my class today. I can't pull all-nighters like I'm used to. And now my second wind is kicking in, which means I have to drive to do something. Maybe I'll do dishes.
I think I might take little cat naps throughout the night to ensure that I get to class on time (because my project is due, and I HAVE to be there to present it), clean the dorm while I'm at it, and maybe get something to eat. I'm kinda hungry.
I'm exhausted. And, because I am exhausted, I am prone to being highly emotional. Which I am. And so here goes my splurge.
I want love so bad. I want someone to look at me like I pulled the sun right out of the sky, I want him to hold me like he couldn't bear to ever let me go, I want him to tell me that he thinks I'm the most amazing person he's ever know. Because I know when I meet him, that's what I'm going to be doing.
Normally I can put on a brave face and go on through life like it doesn't bug me, but it does. It hurts seeing other people so madly in love, and wonder what is wrong with me that I can't find it. I changed my clothes, and my hair, and my makeup, and I changed how I thought about myself, and nothing changes. I get out of the house, I go do stuff, I participate, but I'm invisible. And it hurts. It hurts really bad. I just want someone to look at me like I'm there, like I exist. Because I feel like everyone is just passing me by, going on to something that's bigger and better and makes an impression, and in the end, I'm left alone in the dust.
I just want somebody to love me. I just want somebody to hold my hand. I want to feel loveable, and likable, and kissable, and wonderful. I want my love story to begin. I want to belong with someone. I want to feel love.
--Soren, out.
If you don't know what NaNoWriMo is, it's short for "National Novel Writing Month". And guess who's doing it this year? Me!
Disclaimer: If I go MIA, don't worry. I'm just selling my soul in hopes of accomplishing my dream of becoming a world-renowned author.
Right now, I'm up way too late procrastinating finishing my project, because frankly I don't know what to do, and I'm afraid that if I go to sleep, I won't wake up in time for class tomorrow. Because I slept through my first class yesterday. And I was late to my class today. I can't pull all-nighters like I'm used to. And now my second wind is kicking in, which means I have to drive to do something. Maybe I'll do dishes.
I think I might take little cat naps throughout the night to ensure that I get to class on time (because my project is due, and I HAVE to be there to present it), clean the dorm while I'm at it, and maybe get something to eat. I'm kinda hungry.
I'm exhausted. And, because I am exhausted, I am prone to being highly emotional. Which I am. And so here goes my splurge.
I want love so bad. I want someone to look at me like I pulled the sun right out of the sky, I want him to hold me like he couldn't bear to ever let me go, I want him to tell me that he thinks I'm the most amazing person he's ever know. Because I know when I meet him, that's what I'm going to be doing.
Normally I can put on a brave face and go on through life like it doesn't bug me, but it does. It hurts seeing other people so madly in love, and wonder what is wrong with me that I can't find it. I changed my clothes, and my hair, and my makeup, and I changed how I thought about myself, and nothing changes. I get out of the house, I go do stuff, I participate, but I'm invisible. And it hurts. It hurts really bad. I just want someone to look at me like I'm there, like I exist. Because I feel like everyone is just passing me by, going on to something that's bigger and better and makes an impression, and in the end, I'm left alone in the dust.
I just want somebody to love me. I just want somebody to hold my hand. I want to feel loveable, and likable, and kissable, and wonderful. I want my love story to begin. I want to belong with someone. I want to feel love.
--Soren, out.
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