I have a page and a half to rewrite of WaW. So close. Some of you want me to submit it and I'm... trying.

I've been staring at this page and a half for two weeks, all, "Yup. This is a page and half of stuff I have to rewrite. Indeed. Yup, I should get on that."

But then I somehow find ways to fill the day and night with stuff other than writing. And I don't think it can even be classified as "stuff", because I don't do shit all day long

'kay, so lately I've gotten through 3 seasons of the X-Files (shaddup, it's a gud show :C) because it's summer and I'm that fucking bored that I have to watch them again, and driving. And playing stupid flash games.

That's all. Well, and visiting friends... ehhh.

I'm apparently supposed to be getting a job here soon. I would liek money please.

I hate cars.
Gawd I hate cars.
I'm not too bad at driving according to my instructor, but it's so stressful. There's so many things that are easy to overlook with driving and the result is not cool

K WELL

UM

I SHOULD WRITE BUT YOU KNOW, I HAVE A DISC IN THE PS3 THAT'S ALL "PLAY EPISODE" AND I'M LIKE "ALRIGHT ALREADY QUIT YELLING AT ME" SO BRB.

ALSO,

I'MMA GO SEE A FOOT DOCTOR NEXT WEEK. MY FOOT IS PREVENTING ME FROM DOING THAT COOL THING CALLED WALKING. I LIKE WALKING. IT'S PEACEFUL. FEET SHOULDN'T BE DISOBEDIENT. WE NEED YOU.

AND GOING TO THE FOOT DOCTOR MAKES ME NERVOUS BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE TOUCHING ME, AND DOCTORS DO THAT. I DON'T LIKE DOCTORS. I WONDER HOW MANY FOOT DOCTORS ARE FOOT FETISHISTS.

I JUST DON'T FEEL LIKE LETTING GO OF THE SHIFT KEY. IT'S MY HOSTAGE. IF YOU WANT ME TO LET IT GO, MOTIVATE ME TO DO SOMETHING. SOMEHOW. DON'T ASK ME, IF I KNEW I'D BE WRITING SOMETHING OTHER THAN THIS ANNOYING-ASS JOURNAL.