It is the afternoon and I woke up at 12 PM and NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THAT.
Not even "Oh hey good job I do that too"
NO
NOT EVEN THAT
I got home from Texas a while ago but I'm still in that stage of post-traveling where I'm like OH MY GOD THIS IS MY BED AND IT IS MINE AND I AM GOING TO SLEEP ON IT EVERY DAY FOREVER
WHAT'S THIS OH IT'S MY FRIDGE WITH ALL MY FOOD AND ALL OF THIS FOOD IS MINE AND I CAN EAT IT WHENEVER I WANT
AND THIS? THIS IS MY BATHROOM. I LIKE MY BATHROOM. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME SHOWERING FOR OVER AN HOUR IN MY BATHROOM THEN YOU CAN GO AWAY BECAUSE THIS IS MY BATHROOM, NOT YOURS.
Because basically after a week of being a guest in someone else's home, I like to revel in being in my own environment again.
Which seems to be the only stable thing in my life right now! I don't mean that in a bad way. I don't mean to imply that I, myself, am suddenly UNstable. That would be a lie, and I am not a liar. I just mean that in a time of OH MY GOD WHAT, I'm glad at least that my home has remained the same.
Except I guess we bought an elliptical recently, so it technically HAS changed but that's just getting unnecessarily picky ok geez drop it YOU GET WHAT I MEAN ;;;
And what I mean is, I still don't really know what to do with myself! And so until I start Calculus and get back into the school-induced stability of life, I'm basically doing the equivalent of backflips off a trampoline-walled room.
Please don't picture that. No one can look good doing that kind of thing.
Seriously, stop it.
I'm also pissing myself over NaNoWriMo. Yes, I know. IT'S JUNE, and I'm freaking out about what's happening in NOVEMBER. Or rather, what might NOT be happening in November. I think I'll still be in school in November, and so that means I won't have much time to spare for writing. I did pretty ok last year, at first, but eventually school DID take priority over writing, despite my frantic internal cries of 100 MORE WORDS OK JUST GIVE ME A LITTLE MORE TIME I SWEAR I'LL GET THIS DONE ;;;
And this is only a fraction of the issue! It's a lifelong issue and it always will be! I'm married to science but writing is my mistress! OR, wait, what's the male version of a mistress?
WRITING IS MY SANCHO.
And if I was REALLY stupid, I'd minor--or even double-major--in English. BUT I'M NOT THAT STUPID, SO. I love writing, but I hate English classes. It would never work.
JUST LIKE OUR LOVE, INTERNET. We're star-crossed lovers or something like that. THE INTERNET IS A NET LIKE THAT OF A SPIDER
AND WE ARE TWO MOTHS CAUGHT IN IT'S WEB
YES, MOTHS, NOT BUTTERFLIES
BECAUSE MOTHS ARE MORE ACCURATE OK THEY FLY MORE AT NIGHT SO SHUT UP
YES WE HAVE TO FLY AT NIGHT, WE CAN'T BE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS IN THE DAYTIME YOU NOODLE
OH MY GOD
...I'd also like to clarify that the writing you see on this blog is of the lowest caliber and it should not be assumed that I am trying to write a novel like this
although that would be pretty fun to do, too
oh god DON'T GIVE ME ANYMORE IDEAS ;;;
p.s. I didn't use any gifs! It's appropriate because I'm writing about WRITING and so--yknow, if I had gifs it would take away from my message or something I DON'T KNOW
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