May 06, 2011 1:12AM
Writing Seems Difficult
I don't particularly care for where my writing has gone lately, maybe in a long time, but then I keep reminding myself it's just for my own purposes, just a history book, not to be good writing. I'm not sure exactly how useful this history will be however, because I rarely talk about how I'm feeling, and that seems like one of the only reasons to keep track, but... anyway, I guess I'll just keep it going, I'm sure my writing will transform as my age grows.
I spent today feeling pretty content actually, which is a nice break; I woke up and immediately played a level or two of Max Payne 2, and eventually had a microwavable pizza for lunch, and did laundry. I did two loads of laundry in the washer, and three loads in the dryer. While doing the laundry, I pretty much just played Final Fantasy 5.
After the laundry, I played a little bit of Super Mario Galaxy, until I was hungry and started dinner. I made a chicken stir-fry... had a coffee and half a caramilk bar for dessert. While eating dinner, or actually, afterward, I folded the two baskets of laundry and had my dessert, and watched a good episode of Star Trek TNG (alternate present due to time traveling enterprise c).
Tomorrow is my last day before I go back to the wonderful Windermere Manor for full time hours, and I can't say that I'm looking forward to it, as I remember before I went back to school the amount of retarded bullshit I had to endure, and well... I failed, since I decided to go back to school as a way out.
Later on, I worked a little bit on adding some features to Excessive Gaming (recent activity) and then played a chapter of Alan Wake, which took like.. two hours, it was a lot of fun, that game is really creepy and scary, and I like it. I'm very interested to see where the story goes.
Now I'm watching Jimmy waiting to get tired... I don't really want to sleep but I know I should. I'm hoping tomorrow is a really relaxing day.. we'll see! Oh and recently I've been listening to a lot of Thrice, and sometimes still the Decemberists.
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Timeline
- I lived on Langarth St.
- I worked at Windermere
- Michelle was my Roommate
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