This day is gonna truly suck. just me. and work.
Look, I don’t even know if it’s the work that’s making me dread the day, or maybe even the subject matter of the work, it’s like I’m not sure if I want to show it as my own. I know, I just KNOW that the people of the DIGM classes are so god damned judgy of others’ work, yet I haven’t done this shit in years. So what am I to do? Grin and bear it and say I’m ignorant of this kind of work?
Sigh. I just want to sit. read. hold my girlfriend. practice on my new bass. maybe even just sit in silence and think. nap. something other than this.
8 minutes until the calendar says it’s time to go. Ugh. I don’t want to go.
I NEED MORE TIME FOR THINGS AGH THIS SUCKS.
I remember the day I came to terms with the fact I had facial hair.
"Hey cool, fake mustaches! lemme try one on!"
[attempts to stick onto currently existing mustache]
There will come a time when I will finish my homework at a reasonable hour…
You know… I get it. I get the concepts of a story. I get what makes them good. But… I just can’t put the pieces together. The little pieces. The big pieces are easy. I can form a world so large and vast you’d be dwarfed by the complexity. (oh I’m so modest)
But… I can’t make the glue that holds it together. I can’t bring the viewer in for some odd reason. It’s like… I’m only capable of world building eye candy, nothing in-depth. It’s so tough.
This realization has really turned me toward Guillermo del Toro. Dear lord. That man can create a world and throw you right in. It’s truly incredible… I wish I could pick his brain, even for a minute. Maybe then I’ll finally understand.
I wanna just. talk to you all. or rp. or something. I don’t even fucking know it’s so god damned late man that floor looks amazing.
I love how I’m so lame at being young. Everyone my age began drinking or smoking way before I, and when I sit here, 2 years after my breaking my straight edge style of life, I’m sitting on a park bench, a cigar in hand, googling how to smoke the damn thing. Like a moron.
And the best part is- they don’t even tell you how to smoke it. Just how to light it. I mean, I need like, a comprehensive guide or something. I get it, don’t inhale. But… do I puff? Do I suck and hold? Do I do it frequently? Not so frequently? Fuck if I know. I just know my mouth now constantly tastes like pretzels.
Fuck you that tasted nothing like strawberry. I think I’ll stick to candy.