I have already posted about submissions, and so it would be silly to talk about that again. That’s depressing because that’s the only thing on my mind right now. Where is the partying college filled with drunk kids and idiots and cool teachers that I was promised? What is this land of sadness and discipline? Am I back in school? If my studies continue like this, I probably won’t ever be able to go back to school. But enough of my doom and gloom. I don’t come to WordPress to bitch about my life. Honest.
It’s kinda weird, it’s been over two months that I started this thing. It seems a lot longer than that. In a good way. And I missed the second anniversary as well. I don’t even know what I am typing.
So has anyone ever had this strange chain where you start doing something and then that thing leads to another thing and then to another one and you realize that you really love doing that one thing that you did not start? That happened to me because of this blog. I finally realized that I enjoy just sitting on my ass far too much. It was a sudden realization, and it feels like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders now.
It’s not like I want to sit in one corner all day long with a computer and an internet connection even though that would be awesome, but if I have a choice between this and something else, I would probably pick this.
I have also started to try my hand at drawing little MS Paint images, because the internet has failed me and refuses to come up with exactly the right images I want for my blog with exactly the correct sizes and colors*. What is wrong with this place? So I figured I’d just make my own, no matter how horrendously wrong it goes. No there are no images in this post because I barely have time to be writing!!! Or breathing!!! Or bathing!!! I’m not complaining though. I don’t complain. Honest.
Bean bags… awkward huh? It takes ages to get up from them, and it takes ages to get settled into one. Then there’s that moment where you are super comfortable and you just have to pick up something from somewhere and you move a fraction of an inch and then the bag tries to throw you off into the wide mysteries of the universe. I’m not sure I like them.
I think this much nonsense is enough for a day. Just to get my fingers moving on something other than a pen and paper. Sorry about this.
Halloween? No? Too late for that? Dammit!
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