WHAT?!

Apparently, Pringles makes pickle-flavored chips. They don't taste as good as the real kind.

So, to business.

What business? You've spent all day writing and watching 3rd Rock From the Sun. 

Shut up, Claudia.

Yes, business.

I've been drawing a lot lately. Every so often I drop into a flurry of doodling and sketching, and then abandon it a few days later in favor of Internet-surfing. I might draw a lot, but that doesn't mean any of the things I draw are proportionate to each other. And I can't draw people that look like real people (I drew a poster for my Screnzy script, and Count Brussels looks nothing like Joseph Gordon-Levitt.)

I'm sensing a theme here…

Shut. Up.

But I'm still very proud of my drawings. And I'm getting pretty good at drawing Daleks now! …If by "good" you mean "they don't look like salt and pepper shakers anymore."

Wasn't there originally a point to this post?

Yes! No. Wait, yes. At least, I think there was…

Was it that you're mad because you can't find your sketchpad?

Probably.

I'm mad because I can't find my sketchpad. And I want to know where all the little goblins are taking my things!

You forgot to give the nice people something awesome today.

Yes, of course. Here. Here is your stupid awesome thing.

Feeling Uninspired

Yeah, I'm not in a good mood today. (Stupid school which I will be doing all summer because the stupid school stuff is messed up.) And when I'm in a bad mood, inspiration is hard to come by, which puts me in an even worse mood. It's a never-ending circle of bad mood.

But when I'm in a bad mood, I like to listen to music. One of my favorite bad-mood songs is Singin' in the Rain, which always makes me feel a bit better. Also, Eric The Half-a-Bee. Which might explain the influx of deformed animals and thunderstorms in my novel…which actually makes scary, scary sense to the story.

Yes, this is a post with the thinly-veiled purpose of telling you why I can't write a good post today.

Oh yeah, I went to the library yesterday! I got two new books. Which is why I was giddy with excitement yesterday and…less so today. (I finished The Time Paradox this morning. Now I am sad, because it is over.)

(Did that last post have any relevance whatsoever to anything I was talking about earlier? Surely not! But it's my blog, my rules. Humph.)

Procrastination

YesMomIdidmyhomeworktodayyoudon'thavetoworryabouthatkthnxbai.

Ah, procrastination. My biggest vice. Youtube, Email, blogging (heheheh), the NaNo forums, writing… I have much more important things to do, but I still automatically think "ZOMG NEW EMAIL! MUST READ!" before "I should really do some more homework. I have to get all this done before September. *twiddles thumbs*"

My biggest source of procrastination is probably Youtube. Partly because I love clicking between channels, seeing if people have posted new videos, and partly because, for every two minutes of music I listen to, I spend five minutes clicking around, looking for new music.

Ironically, I stopped in the middle of this post, which was a source of procrastination in the first place, and did some other random stuff. So I procrastinated on procrastinating (within a dream!) Funny, that.

Awesome-Video-That-I've-Watched-Several-Times-Already: I've been waiting for this forever! And--and--Steven Moffat!

*epic fangirl squee*

I Feel Like A Little Girl Again

Yeah, I haven't read The Lord of the Rings. I just…can't. But my dad has been trying to get me to read them. Today, he started reading The Fellowship to me. That includes doing the voices.

Very short post today, but all my inspiration has been channeled into my current writing project, which doesn't have a title. Don't Call Me Alice? Allie in Wunderland? Eh, I'll name it when I'm finished with it. I'm halfway there!

Now I have Livin' On A Prayer stuck in my head. Drat.

Shadow, Pt. 2

Okay, so I kind of lied in this morning's post. Not about shadowing at my probably-new-school or the fact that I was terrified. I didn't have any dreams last night, delightfully eccentric or otherwise. 


1. The school is awesome. I want to go there. I had no reason to be terrified this morning.
2. Don't ask for a #2, because I don't really have anything else to say. 
3. Now I feel immature for laughing at Thing #2. 


Now, I'm going to go nap. Today was a long day for a person whose usual morning schedule is:


1. Wake up at 8 AM, fall back asleep, wake up again an hour later
2. Grab Andy (the laptop) and check my email, the PE thread, Games, Diversions, And Other Exciting Forms of Procrastination, and my blog.
3. (optional) Eat breakfast. 


Post Script: I've just found out that it is National Cow Week. That must have been lovely for the people who didn't get up at 7 because their alarm clock failed to wake them at 6:30.


Post Post Script: I don't know whether post script is one word. 


Post Post Post Script: Apparently, it is.


Post Post Post Post Script: I'm going to put a quote and a picture in here, just so that I have this post labeled as something other than Immature Jokes. 

If you are an aspiring writer, write. Don't think about writing, don't plan to write, don't hope to write. Just write.

--Neil Gaiman

(The quote has absolutely nothing to do with the picture, other than they are both related to Doctor Who. I'm a nerd.)


EDIT: Amazing thing of today: Try listening to this while reading this post. And remember to look at the purdy pictures!