Sitting in the dark, listening to the delightful neighours screaming at each other through my wall, being kinda tired, but not sleepy enough to sleep yet and wondering how I'm going to spend my three frees tomorrow.
Because doing coursework due in before the half term break is way too sensible.
My legs are itching. I should probably do something about that. But that would mean putting the laptop aside and y'know... Moving. Scary stuff.
The neighbours have woken my mother up. I'm now hiding under the duvet with my laptop, y'know when you were a kid and you read under the duvet reading with a torch? Try that with a laptop. It's boiling under here.
I have a song stuck in my head. By possibly the worst band in the world. If you can count two people with a synthesizer and auto tune a band? If there was something to slam my head into in an attempt to get this song out of my head, I might. Then again, there are headphones right near me. And itunes is still open (it's only crashed about three times today, rather than the usual five hundred trillion) but I digress!
Not that I really had a point to digress from.
Five minutes later
I got my headphones. I ended up listening to the crap music again. Why do I do this to myself?
I must be a masochist at heart. This worries me.
We had a "focus day" yesterday. Out of 180 people, 26 of us turned up. We should be rewarded. Anyways, there was this self defence session. We had to do that trust thing, where you fall backwards and your partner catches you.
I was paired with the stoner guy.
Aside from being amazed he was even there, I was terrified. I hate this exercise anyways, without trusting someone who looks stoned out of his nut to catch me. He caught me. But catching him was fun. He's heavy.
And then we were told to find out each other's personal space, or something like that. Will was in my group. This was amusing.
He's about a foot taller than me (not literally, that's Mr H) but because we know each other, we were pretty much standing so we were touching and neither of us were bothered. This confused the instructor guy. Which made us laugh.
Then we had a drugs talk. With the stoner guy in our group. Will, Chris (stoner guy) and me were laughing all through the drugs talk, because he got all the answers to the quiz thing right. We were saying that it wasn't in school that he learnt that.
I'm running out of things to ramble about. And as I said before, I hate rambling. I don't mind listening to it, but knowing I'm doing the rambling irks me. Because I know it's boring. Unless it's all total fiction, such as my protagging. ;)
Thursday 25 February 2010
Friday 19 February 2010
Hello world.
Blah.
Yes, that really is the first thing I have to say in my very first blog.
Deal with it.
So, I've spent almost my entire half term break sitting either here, on my bed, shivering because I'm too lazy to get under my duvet - I mean, it would involve moving [!] - or at my desk. On my laptop. Well, apart from the total of seven hours I spent on my other computer before deciding it was too moisy and it was giving me a headache.
It wasn't the cause of my headache. I was too lazy to go and get a glass of water. I know. Stupid, right? Unfortunately for me, I have contracted chronic Protag syndrome.
Complete addiction.
Maybe there should be a group like "Protag Anon" or something. I need it.
I've started a rewrite of an old story of mine, posted about 34 chapters (or something like that) on a side story for two characters that were just too interesting to abandon to a collab that was restricting them and the good ol' Protag Bus, where Alex has inexplicably fallen for someone a decade younger than him. I know. It surprised me, too.
Of course, if you're just a stranger passing through, you will have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. And if you're even remotely interested, here's a link to my wonderful profile>> http://www.protagonize.com/author/Burnthestars
That's me. You can see the obsession I have with writing just by looking at the stats in the side. 6 stories and 469 pages posted since July 26th... And that's after deleting a few. Well, 25.
I'm rambling. I hate rambling.
Someone slap me.
Blah.
Yes, that really is the first thing I have to say in my very first blog.
Deal with it.
So, I've spent almost my entire half term break sitting either here, on my bed, shivering because I'm too lazy to get under my duvet - I mean, it would involve moving [!] - or at my desk. On my laptop. Well, apart from the total of seven hours I spent on my other computer before deciding it was too moisy and it was giving me a headache.
It wasn't the cause of my headache. I was too lazy to go and get a glass of water. I know. Stupid, right? Unfortunately for me, I have contracted chronic Protag syndrome.
Complete addiction.
Maybe there should be a group like "Protag Anon" or something. I need it.
I've started a rewrite of an old story of mine, posted about 34 chapters (or something like that) on a side story for two characters that were just too interesting to abandon to a collab that was restricting them and the good ol' Protag Bus, where Alex has inexplicably fallen for someone a decade younger than him. I know. It surprised me, too.
Of course, if you're just a stranger passing through, you will have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. And if you're even remotely interested, here's a link to my wonderful profile>> http://www.protagonize.com/author/Burnthestars
That's me. You can see the obsession I have with writing just by looking at the stats in the side. 6 stories and 469 pages posted since July 26th... And that's after deleting a few. Well, 25.
I'm rambling. I hate rambling.
Someone slap me.
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