Simon says ... I mean, science says that children grow up to be more successful when their parents foster good relationships. I can verify through experience that fostering bad relationships is terrible.
So I went to see my mother at her office. Then I see she has my box of rare MTG cards from 10 years ago. Very confusing.
Sooo she says, "Can you pick some out to give to this one girl?"
Turns out she promised to give some of my really old Pokemon cards to somebody's daughter.
She's giving away my stuff! Okay I haven't seen this stuff in a decade, but still! LOL
That feeling when you have to submit an essay in 4 hours ... and I'm stressing because I don't know how to properly APA quote and cite my sources in-text and references ... at least I have gotten a lot better at writing recently.
Stupid essay. It's not even science! There are no graphs and numbers and data and analysis and where's the method and abstract and and and etc. !!!
I told my friend I was having trouble writing my chapter.
They give me their idea.
I respond by saying their idea is so lovely and sweet.
Then I explain my idea.
"I will wreck my main character. She needs to know she is a weak dumbass. Why make things better when you can make them worse? Trauma++ Insecurity++ Fear++"
So I was feeling a bit burnt out from my tests and decided to watch the anime "Vinland Saga". I saw that it was rated well, but didn't bother to watch it. I was very wrong to pass up this brutal and realistic gem. This is what I need for my story!
The world immersion feels so real and the characters are really amazing.
I have to write an essay over this weekend worth 30% for that course's final grade, but my professor is kinda funny. The professor wrote what the assignment would entail in a word document. She wrote 5 single spaced pages outlining what we need to write about ... but then at the very, very end she says, "[write]
about 4 pages, double spaced". What!
Today I felt so anxious that it distracted me from being productive, but now I feel super vicious. Like I wish somebody would just cower in fear of me while I mock them for being snivelling trash. But honestly, I would be happy to just savour their terror in silence, no need for words to dampen the pleasure as my furious smouldering eyes bore into their miserable souls.
Hey, do I have a problem? I get really excited when I start writing suffering for my characters. I want to cause them breakdowns, psychological anguish, distorted love, pain, identity crises, and bad ends. My greatest desire for my current story is to ruin some of my characters down to their very core. I want them to feel the weight of their mistakes and failures for the rest of their lives.
So, the other day my landlord asked me if I was melting silver with a torch in my room, but actually I just burnt 2 gluten free grilled cheese sandwiches. Very good sandwiches and not metallic at all.
Whoa. I'm having university midterm exam nightmares. I dreamt I was completely screwed. It was a Chinese, open-book, group shared exam, science exam. I have no idea why my exam was in China, from a Chinese instructor, and all my classmates (except the useless ones distracting me) were Chinese. Ahhhhhh.
All addictions vanish in 24 hours guaranteed.