It's a silence that you own, it's not commonly shown
The walls of my room are becoming even more covered with various stuff... yay? Yesterday I spent lots of time, yet not enough effort, in putting up:
- Masks I got at thrift stores last week
- My 'Fashion' collage that's been hanging out on my floor
- These three neat Virgin Mary plaques I got at this awesome 99-cent store this week
Also, I put up a little pic of Gavin Newsom I clipped from a 'Vote no on 75' dealy that came in the mail yesterday. I've always wanted to have a little space on my wall dedicated to all the hot guys in the world, but I never get around to it; mostly because I'm always out of color ink (why is that?) and any I'd print out would look hella dumb. So I guess I'm going to have to settle for things clipped from reputable (or not) publications. This past week's TV Guide has a few different ones of Wentworth Miller... yay that.
But yeah, the 99 cent store? It rocks my world. Besides the VM plaques, I also got some lip balm (as if you didn't see that coming... it was a 2-pack of 'Bahama Berry' and coconut... delish) and a couple Totally Juicy/Freeman things. I rule.
My mom and I also stopped by at Big Lots, formerly MacFrugall's, where I walked out with... nothing. Sob. They had the new Love's perfumes pack I mentioned (Baby Soft, Vanilla, Berry Blue, something else) for only $6.99, but in a moment of rare lucidity I decided against buying stuff that may smell like crap (not literally, you know what I mean).
In order to fulfill my WDA (weekly daily allowance) of junk food, today I went by Raley's to pick up appetizer-y stuff to have a huge, junk food-y dinner. Mmm. On the menu: potato skins, potato & cheese pierogies, Cruncheros, um... other stuff to stuff my face. Word. I love having appetizers as a meal, because it's like being at a party.
Oh: I had a really odd, slept-on-my-left-side dream last night, that I actually vaguely remember. A big group of us - me, EC, LS, JH, PD, and a few other people - were going to a U2 concert. Some girl we were hanging out with had gotten like eight tickets from her dad and so we started the drive, which was really long. We stopped once in the middle and got all switched around in our seats, and the girl (whose SUV we were taking) decided to drive this little matching scooter she kept in the very back. Long story short, she crashes and has to go to the hospital, and the rest of us decide to not go to the concert even though it means her dad is out all that money. Harsh.
This week I sat down and attempted a shot at an outline for NaNoWriMo, and... couldn't get out a single word. It was super frustrating, as have all my writing attempts been lately... though I think I may know why. In my organizing-craze this week, I went through my writing binder and looked through snippets I have of several (unfinished) short stories and realized I haven't worked on any of them since starting "All the Good Girls" last November (actually October, because that whole month was about outlining).
To me, it feels like having a bunch of friends that I just love and want to hang out with, but instead I've been spending a year ignoring them and chasing one certain friend who is minimally and infrequently interested in playing with me. Well, I guess we all known obsession is nothing new to me.
So I have, right this very minute, decided this: I will not work on "Good Girls" the rest of this month. Not one word until December 1. Neither will anything be done about my doomed NaNo2005 project. November is going to be all about the little friends I ignored in the name of one mammoth pricktease. Or whatever the literary equivalent of a pricktease is.
- Masks I got at thrift stores last week
- My 'Fashion' collage that's been hanging out on my floor
- These three neat Virgin Mary plaques I got at this awesome 99-cent store this week
Also, I put up a little pic of Gavin Newsom I clipped from a 'Vote no on 75' dealy that came in the mail yesterday. I've always wanted to have a little space on my wall dedicated to all the hot guys in the world, but I never get around to it; mostly because I'm always out of color ink (why is that?) and any I'd print out would look hella dumb. So I guess I'm going to have to settle for things clipped from reputable (or not) publications. This past week's TV Guide has a few different ones of Wentworth Miller... yay that.
But yeah, the 99 cent store? It rocks my world. Besides the VM plaques, I also got some lip balm (as if you didn't see that coming... it was a 2-pack of 'Bahama Berry' and coconut... delish) and a couple Totally Juicy/Freeman things. I rule.
My mom and I also stopped by at Big Lots, formerly MacFrugall's, where I walked out with... nothing. Sob. They had the new Love's perfumes pack I mentioned (Baby Soft, Vanilla, Berry Blue, something else) for only $6.99, but in a moment of rare lucidity I decided against buying stuff that may smell like crap (not literally, you know what I mean).
In order to fulfill my WDA (weekly daily allowance) of junk food, today I went by Raley's to pick up appetizer-y stuff to have a huge, junk food-y dinner. Mmm. On the menu: potato skins, potato & cheese pierogies, Cruncheros, um... other stuff to stuff my face. Word. I love having appetizers as a meal, because it's like being at a party.
Oh: I had a really odd, slept-on-my-left-side dream last night, that I actually vaguely remember. A big group of us - me, EC, LS, JH, PD, and a few other people - were going to a U2 concert. Some girl we were hanging out with had gotten like eight tickets from her dad and so we started the drive, which was really long. We stopped once in the middle and got all switched around in our seats, and the girl (whose SUV we were taking) decided to drive this little matching scooter she kept in the very back. Long story short, she crashes and has to go to the hospital, and the rest of us decide to not go to the concert even though it means her dad is out all that money. Harsh.
This week I sat down and attempted a shot at an outline for NaNoWriMo, and... couldn't get out a single word. It was super frustrating, as have all my writing attempts been lately... though I think I may know why. In my organizing-craze this week, I went through my writing binder and looked through snippets I have of several (unfinished) short stories and realized I haven't worked on any of them since starting "All the Good Girls" last November (actually October, because that whole month was about outlining).
To me, it feels like having a bunch of friends that I just love and want to hang out with, but instead I've been spending a year ignoring them and chasing one certain friend who is minimally and infrequently interested in playing with me. Well, I guess we all known obsession is nothing new to me.
So I have, right this very minute, decided this: I will not work on "Good Girls" the rest of this month. Not one word until December 1. Neither will anything be done about my doomed NaNo2005 project. November is going to be all about the little friends I ignored in the name of one mammoth pricktease. Or whatever the literary equivalent of a pricktease is.
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