Gonna do a series of prompted poems but the prompts come from me doing that close your eyes and point at random thing with the D&D spell list
My story pitches got approved so now I’m just waiting on answers to emails to find out if people will let me interview them
My professor got back to me within half an hour so now I need to go email someone else BUT my cat is asleep on me so it will have to WAIT
I feel like buzzfeed quizzes used to be fun because they were genuinely strange and unpredictable and kinda funny, but now everything is just Interact With Brand A And We’ll Tell You How To Interact With Brand B
Maybe I should have attached more care and importance to the assignment that is literally me presenting options for my final that my professor can approve or disapprove to decide what my final exam will be but whatever, my pitches are done and turned in and that’s what’s important here
Navigating this journalism class by vibes alone
In much the same way that I keep creating more D&D characters when that’s not what I’m supposed to be doing, I keep signing up for more open mics when that’s not what I’m supposed to be doing
Pitch writing isn’t actually the hard part, it’s the prereporting that’s taking me ALL DAY
This is the worst angle to photograph the red winged blackbird, obviously, but I really like the photo as a landscape piece so let’s just pretend that’s what I was trying to do in the first place
LOVE getting an email from my most mysterious friend with the subject line Story Or Die?
It’s not exactly “no thoughts head empty,” it’s more “many vague lines of poetry about the mossy winter forest outside my window, no room in head for writing news pitches”
Look if you’re out and about in the middle of the night and you hear singing echoing from a dark house, just … mind your business. I’m trying to learn The Leaving Of Liverpool and I’m in the garage because it’s the only place I can belt without waking up my roommates.
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All painted and drying! The seafoam and lavender might need one more coat because as you can see, they’re a little spotty due to underlying oil content in the bones. Once everything is painted and dry, I’ll wrap wire through the slits I filed in and then through jump rings so that I can tie on the fishing line. Then the fishing line gets tied on the metal hoops, which might get another wire wrap or a coat of sparkle paint, depending on how I feel.
(Before anybody yells at me, these are bones from a rack of barbecue ribs that I am using instead of throwing in the garbage)
Just spent two hours doing class planning for next term and looking at transfer requirements and degree paths. I am extremely tired but I did figure out that I need to change the degree I’m eventually getting, and effectively change my major as well. Yay? It’s good that I caught it early but it does make things more complicated. I’m kinda dead on my feet right now so I’m just gonna go play video games and try not to think too hard.
Me: I’m stressed out by very real problems and feeling overwhelmed and upset and I don’t know what to do
My mother: Just choose not to be stressed! If you feel bad it’s because you’re doing something wrong!
Me: I’m stressed out by very real problems and feeling overwhelmed and upset and I don’t know what to do, AND my mother is making it worse
My father: Hmmmm. Would you like to go drive the scenic loop at the wildlife refuge and listen to the swans?
Me: *tearing up* … yes, I would like that
My mother is really trying to tell me to just use “think positive!” my way out of pandemic stress
I need to buy more color conditioner and I’m trying to decide if I should stick with silver or try to dye my hair green
I’m doing that thing again where I write the draft in the middle of the night because I’m too frazzled to tell if it’s good and at least this way I don’t descend into a panic spiral about not being good enough. It’s words on the page, and that’s all I need tonight. Tomorrow after I’ve slept I’ll have my roommate proofread it and then I’ll clean up the messy bits.
I’m struggling so hard with this article. I know I can do it, I’m just really at my breaking point because I have been forcing myself to do difficult and stressful things nonstop since uhhhh NOVEMBER OF 2019 and I just don’t think I have it in me to force myself to do this article. I need to do it, it’s due on Sunday. I WANT to do it. I’m just … sitting here with my notes open, not typing. I am so tired.