Holy flaming sword of amazing grace on caffeine overdose!!!
Look at my second headline "Holy flaming sword.."
It's not fair, how come I can't ever say cool things like that? How come I never say anything good at all, ever? I QUIT AT LIFE!!
Guess who said that in their blog ("Holy flaming sword...")? Why, the legendary Justin Pierre, my idol. I've written about him here. He's the lead singer of Motion City Soundtrack, which I have written about here.
Anyways. Now that I've gotten that infatuation spurt out of the way, I'll continue.
I worked again today...I may have mentioned that work is only fun when you do it like, once a week. Any more than that and it becomes an actual job and it sucks. I worked yesterday and had a fantastic day. I worked today and I came home feeling exhausted and bitchy and I haven't wanted to write all day, and I've been wondering what the fuck is the point of writing anyways, and why am I doing this and fuck I should just quit and stop being so damn pretentious about it.
But I won't quit today.
I read a lot of small things today...bits and pieces of author blogs and hilarious anecdotes from David Sedaris in The New Yorker...awesome awesome awesome awesome awesome.
I also went to the library today and stocked up on CD's...including this one:
Yeah, okay, okay, make fun of me. But I really wanted it. It was so worth it, too, when my parents left the house and I played it on top volume. My younger siblings and I had a dance party and it was hilariously fun:
All this dancing destroyed my bad mood, anyways. Though now I'm suddenly insanely tired and sad...
Goodnight folks, I'll find a way through this mood swing thing somehow...
Emily
It's not fair, how come I can't ever say cool things like that? How come I never say anything good at all, ever? I QUIT AT LIFE!!
Guess who said that in their blog ("Holy flaming sword...")? Why, the legendary Justin Pierre, my idol. I've written about him here. He's the lead singer of Motion City Soundtrack, which I have written about here.
Anyways. Now that I've gotten that infatuation spurt out of the way, I'll continue.
I worked again today...I may have mentioned that work is only fun when you do it like, once a week. Any more than that and it becomes an actual job and it sucks. I worked yesterday and had a fantastic day. I worked today and I came home feeling exhausted and bitchy and I haven't wanted to write all day, and I've been wondering what the fuck is the point of writing anyways, and why am I doing this and fuck I should just quit and stop being so damn pretentious about it.
But I won't quit today.
I read a lot of small things today...bits and pieces of author blogs and hilarious anecdotes from David Sedaris in The New Yorker...awesome awesome awesome awesome awesome.
I also went to the library today and stocked up on CD's...including this one:
Yeah, okay, okay, make fun of me. But I really wanted it. It was so worth it, too, when my parents left the house and I played it on top volume. My younger siblings and I had a dance party and it was hilariously fun:
All this dancing destroyed my bad mood, anyways. Though now I'm suddenly insanely tired and sad...Goodnight folks, I'll find a way through this mood swing thing somehow...
Emily
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