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Jun. 24th, 2006 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shamanicshayminWell... nothing much happened today. Except for me being lethargic and depressed, and just to add another emo note, withering away. ;D But hey. Maybe on a plus side, I'd actually go to sleep at an earlier time tonight.
Was gonna write a Joke*Fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
shipwar, complete with netspeak and cliches, and I ended up digging a couple of old fics done by someone else that were deleted off the net long ago. So I basically reread them, and well... felt like writing shipfic for real. (Everything Sonadow, no surprise) Except I feel tired. Then this nasty stress comes back to me because of one fic that's had me blocked for years and dunno if I should just start the whole thing from scratch 'cause I'm worried it's forced or awful or contaminated and... yeah, all these little quiet "panic"s in my head.
In other words, I've got a letter from Pratt Institute. Has to be the first college application I've actually raised eyebrows and seem interested in. But yeah, you never know.
Ah ha ha, Mom and Dad fought again. It's one of these rare times I hate being right--again. I know the saying, "I'd rather be happy than right." Oftentimes, it feels like I want to be happy AND right.
But yeah. Maybe I should have my (again late) dinner to blot myself up a bit temporarily.
Was gonna write a Joke*Fic for
shipwar, complete with netspeak and cliches, and I ended up digging a couple of old fics done by someone else that were deleted off the net long ago. So I basically reread them, and well... felt like writing shipfic for real. (Everything Sonadow, no surprise) Except I feel tired. Then this nasty stress comes back to me because of one fic that's had me blocked for years and dunno if I should just start the whole thing from scratch 'cause I'm worried it's forced or awful or contaminated and... yeah, all these little quiet "panic"s in my head. In other words, I've got a letter from Pratt Institute. Has to be the first college application I've actually raised eyebrows and seem interested in. But yeah, you never know.
Ah ha ha, Mom and Dad fought again. It's one of these rare times I hate being right--again. I know the saying, "I'd rather be happy than right." Oftentimes, it feels like I want to be happy AND right.
But yeah. Maybe I should have my (again late) dinner to blot myself up a bit temporarily.
