Bummer...I just wasted 12,000 dollars on potions. I bought five twice, then two, but none of them showed up in my Inventory...At least the gems are easy to come by.
Well, things here are going okay, I guess. Slow, but sure; and truth be told I don't even mind the slow going. I'd like more to happen, but I plan on savoring the time I have between now and my nerve-wracking September surgery. I've decided I'll bite down on my fear and go through with it, because I want however long I've got left to be pleasant, and it won't be if I refuse the terrifying procedure...As I have many times before, I'll heal from the gagging, blood, and anesthesia; and hopefully I won't get an infection and die.
I'm a very uplifting person, as you can tell. Anywho, my Facebook is having another slow day, so I'm just going to write my book instead. I have got to get things moving. I came up with a terrific idea, but the problem is kicking it into action. I mean, where the frig do I start? I think the phrases, "The moon was..."/"The stars were".../"The sun was..."/"The wind was"... were used about a thousand times already. I want something new. I've thrown away several hundred paragraphs, and even entire chapters. I want something...gripping. I need to focus really hard on this; it's my whole life right now. I wash my hair every night, I eat, I go to bed way too late, I wake up too late, my routine is lost, I'm shoving all my hobbies to the back of my mind. I'm losing myself, I know it, but I don't care; because this is going to be my legacy. The least I can do is try my best.
The sad thing is, it's not my legacy. It's stolen characters, while mine haven't really done much since their creation in 2006. But I can focus on this. I can imagine the characters doing exactly everything. I can hear them speak my script. Then I go to my book, and I get nothing, except bitter disappointment; as the waste bin gets filled with failure. So, yes, I'm stealing characters, I'm isolating myself...sue me. I've got a passion, and I'm following my dream. I'm rewriting the book I tried to write as a kid, and it's much better. Before...I couldn't imagine anything happening. I just ploughed my way on through. I knew it was bad, and I kept going; and that was one of my biggest mistakes.
With my original story, I throw away, and I throw away more; and it never improves, no matter what. I think I just need to kiss my literary spirit goodbye, and keep stealing characters. After all, that's what Disney and DreamWorks did. Think of this as a tribute.
I wrote a poem last night, but it sucked ass. For some inexplicable reason, I saved it; don't ask me why because I have no clue.
I think I'll skip playing games and writing books. I'll just go wash my hair and watch a movie before bed. With less than two weeks before my school appointment (unless they push the date back again), I have got to get back into schedule. For some reason my body demands twelve hours of sleep, and cannot function with eleven. If I go to bed at two AM, I can't even think of getting out of bed until after two PM. Sadly, that happened today. Truth be told I should already be in bed, if I need to be awake at 8...But my hair is driving me crazy; and if I go to bed with wet hair, it's all bent to f**k when I wake up.
Okay, I'm off. Later, guys.
Well, things here are going okay, I guess. Slow, but sure; and truth be told I don't even mind the slow going. I'd like more to happen, but I plan on savoring the time I have between now and my nerve-wracking September surgery. I've decided I'll bite down on my fear and go through with it, because I want however long I've got left to be pleasant, and it won't be if I refuse the terrifying procedure...As I have many times before, I'll heal from the gagging, blood, and anesthesia; and hopefully I won't get an infection and die.
I'm a very uplifting person, as you can tell. Anywho, my Facebook is having another slow day, so I'm just going to write my book instead. I have got to get things moving. I came up with a terrific idea, but the problem is kicking it into action. I mean, where the frig do I start? I think the phrases, "The moon was..."/"The stars were".../"The sun was..."/"The wind was"... were used about a thousand times already. I want something new. I've thrown away several hundred paragraphs, and even entire chapters. I want something...gripping. I need to focus really hard on this; it's my whole life right now. I wash my hair every night, I eat, I go to bed way too late, I wake up too late, my routine is lost, I'm shoving all my hobbies to the back of my mind. I'm losing myself, I know it, but I don't care; because this is going to be my legacy. The least I can do is try my best.
The sad thing is, it's not my legacy. It's stolen characters, while mine haven't really done much since their creation in 2006. But I can focus on this. I can imagine the characters doing exactly everything. I can hear them speak my script. Then I go to my book, and I get nothing, except bitter disappointment; as the waste bin gets filled with failure. So, yes, I'm stealing characters, I'm isolating myself...sue me. I've got a passion, and I'm following my dream. I'm rewriting the book I tried to write as a kid, and it's much better. Before...I couldn't imagine anything happening. I just ploughed my way on through. I knew it was bad, and I kept going; and that was one of my biggest mistakes.
With my original story, I throw away, and I throw away more; and it never improves, no matter what. I think I just need to kiss my literary spirit goodbye, and keep stealing characters. After all, that's what Disney and DreamWorks did. Think of this as a tribute.
I wrote a poem last night, but it sucked ass. For some inexplicable reason, I saved it; don't ask me why because I have no clue.
I think I'll skip playing games and writing books. I'll just go wash my hair and watch a movie before bed. With less than two weeks before my school appointment (unless they push the date back again), I have got to get back into schedule. For some reason my body demands twelve hours of sleep, and cannot function with eleven. If I go to bed at two AM, I can't even think of getting out of bed until after two PM. Sadly, that happened today. Truth be told I should already be in bed, if I need to be awake at 8...But my hair is driving me crazy; and if I go to bed with wet hair, it's all bent to f**k when I wake up.
Okay, I'm off. Later, guys.
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