Let's start with all the crap I don't get.
1. Why we needed another Planet of the Apes movie, even if it DOES feature Lord Thomas Feltonsworth III.
2. How my sister doesn't see that she's a a borderline hoarder.
3. Why I can never get cravings for things that are healthy.
4. Cody Simpson.
5. How Friends with Benefits is ANY different from No Strings Attached. #icant with these shitty movies.
6. How/why I have and keep getting these health problems.
So my hair finally started growing back in. I got pretty sick last year around this time and it was like a health-fail snowball effect from June up through about February, in and out of doctors' offices every week. Long story short, I lost a lot of hair and it thinned out and looked like a crappy Halloween wig, I hacked off four inches so it wouldn't look so thin, it finally started growing back in over the past few months. As for the shitty part? It's started coming out again. And I'm getting carpal tunnel. #mylifeisbelowaverage <= JK. I love my life—I just don't get lucky in it very often in the health department. Oh well, take all kinds (of fail).
In some cool news, I'm kicking myself in the ass and finally sitting down to jot out some scenes. I've decided to fuck going in order. I can't and I have too many other, better ideas floating around, that I figure the beginning will come to me eventually. It's more fun working like this, anyway! Ghosty goodness is coming my way, followed by a good hard sleep in my new mattress. Praise the lawwwd, my other bed had been broken for six years. My back is basically a pretzel, yes.
GAME: blouses.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
I can't.
I had a conversation with my boyfriend the other day about how disappointed we were with the toy industry these days. Not that I'm all that old (22 years young), but back when I was a kid every other year there would be some awesome, viral toy that parents would HERD to Toys R Us and stand in line for hours to buy. Tamagochis, anyone? Tickle Me Elmo, Furbies? We LOVED that shit back in the 90s. But it's been years since anything has had that kind of hype.
Kids' toys these days suck. My Spongebob fest was rudely interrupted this morning by a commercial for some teletubbie-looking animal that squirms around and has BLUBBER WHEN IT DOES SO, and talks back when prompted by some cheap keywords. The thing's voice is AUTO-TUNED. I CAN'T.
In other (good) news, they're bringing back 90s All That and maybe some other shows! Way to go guys; I knew that if we all bitched and moaned at Nick's execs enough they'd have no choice but to listen to us eventually. POINT: Oldass 90s Kids.
Well, way to get yourself way off topic there, Kate. Anyhow I've been noticing something weird. I know that a lot of people base their books' characters on real people. But lately, I've found myself searching out my characters' traits in people. It's helped put a lot of things in perspective, which is nice! I wish I had more time to work on it, though. I've got every chapter outlined, now it's just sitting there waiting to be fleshed out and I seriously just don't have the time. I work a lot. I'm all for being a novelist, but I'm a realistic one and don't plan on starving in a box for any amount of time. #gurlno.
I WENT CHERRY PICKING YESTERDAY. Look at these cuteass cherries in the tree.
First time I've ever gone to pick anything. /Cool story, bro.
Kids' toys these days suck. My Spongebob fest was rudely interrupted this morning by a commercial for some teletubbie-looking animal that squirms around and has BLUBBER WHEN IT DOES SO, and talks back when prompted by some cheap keywords. The thing's voice is AUTO-TUNED. I CAN'T.
In other (good) news, they're bringing back 90s All That and maybe some other shows! Way to go guys; I knew that if we all bitched and moaned at Nick's execs enough they'd have no choice but to listen to us eventually. POINT: Oldass 90s Kids.
Well, way to get yourself way off topic there, Kate. Anyhow I've been noticing something weird. I know that a lot of people base their books' characters on real people. But lately, I've found myself searching out my characters' traits in people. It's helped put a lot of things in perspective, which is nice! I wish I had more time to work on it, though. I've got every chapter outlined, now it's just sitting there waiting to be fleshed out and I seriously just don't have the time. I work a lot. I'm all for being a novelist, but I'm a realistic one and don't plan on starving in a box for any amount of time. #gurlno.
I WENT CHERRY PICKING YESTERDAY. Look at these cuteass cherries in the tree.
Monday, July 4, 2011
I miss Mexico.
I miss Mexico.
That whole trip, everyone was so damn chivalrous. Taking my orders first, making sure I was taken care of and opening doors for me and stuff. I mean, I don't need it on a regular basis or anything, but it was kind of amusing! Cozumel was gorgeous and I want to go back. I'm not even gonna lie, my skin was super soft the whole time. Then we landed back in dry-ass New Jersey, I got back home to NY and no amount of moisturizer has been able to save me since.
I've been thinking about settings for the past day or two. My current WIP is set around here—it's an area I know well and the weather patterns and scenery fit the story. But I think for my next one I need more of a hot weather place. Florida's personality doesn't really fit, neither does the V.I.'s. There is this perfect little underwater cave that we found in Virgin Gorda that would do niiiicely, I have to use it somewhere! I will make some shit up just to include that place, I won't even lie.
It's really hard to get started. I've got some scenes drafted out, but I'm still afraid of touching the opening. I want it to be perfect and right now I'm tapped out and empty as far as how to start! Oh well. Maybe if I stop taking it so seriously, it will come easier. Knock it off, over-thinking asshat brain. ]:
That whole trip, everyone was so damn chivalrous. Taking my orders first, making sure I was taken care of and opening doors for me and stuff. I mean, I don't need it on a regular basis or anything, but it was kind of amusing! Cozumel was gorgeous and I want to go back. I'm not even gonna lie, my skin was super soft the whole time. Then we landed back in dry-ass New Jersey, I got back home to NY and no amount of moisturizer has been able to save me since.
I've been thinking about settings for the past day or two. My current WIP is set around here—it's an area I know well and the weather patterns and scenery fit the story. But I think for my next one I need more of a hot weather place. Florida's personality doesn't really fit, neither does the V.I.'s. There is this perfect little underwater cave that we found in Virgin Gorda that would do niiiicely, I have to use it somewhere! I will make some shit up just to include that place, I won't even lie.
It's really hard to get started. I've got some scenes drafted out, but I'm still afraid of touching the opening. I want it to be perfect and right now I'm tapped out and empty as far as how to start! Oh well. Maybe if I stop taking it so seriously, it will come easier. Knock it off, over-thinking asshat brain. ]:
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