Sweet mother of pearl, procrastination is already setting in here. I don’t even feel like writing another blog. How sad is that? But I told myself, once a week, so here we are…though I probably need to go every 3 days, judging by my stats page.
Spongebob: That show understands me on a very deep level…and I’m pretty sure Squidward is the millennial poster-child.
I keep telling myself I’ll have 5k words by Friday… “Suuuureeeee…” I seem to be responding.
My problem is two-fold. Not only am I just an awful procrastinator who works best against tight deadlines, but I am incredibly detailed when I write. I feel like instead of books, film should be my medium. Except I know nothing about film-making, and they’d all have to be big-budget films.
This is kind of heinous and brilliant all at once.
No, instead of writing, I’m over here trying to get my, to use tumblr’s word of the hour, aesthetic right. Bright side, I almost have my own feel which is starting to meld…that’s a plus, right? I also get obsessed with certain songs when I write if they remind me of the story, so I have a playlist now. Before you ask, yes, “Space Oddity” made it. How could I not? Ground control to Major Tom.
I’ll never be this cool tbh
I keep renaming people too. Like, I feel the name has to be perfect and have 4 different meanings that are relatable. My psychotic perfectionism is setting in. I understand now why the stereotype of anyone artistically inclined is temperamental. Artists are being driven insane by themselves and this inability to perfectly communicate what’s going on in their brain. They can’t perfectly replicate this particular firing of synapses in their skull so they’re bound to get a little fussy. And heaven forbid no one gets it.
Ugh, side note, my least favorite thing is people misunderstanding a joke. The worst. Especially if it’s something non-controversial and mild and they still find some what to be offended about. To a person who tries to stick to neutral ground and avoid stepping on toes or being disrespectful, if you still find something to be offended about, it takes them to a special level of rage. I think the internet has provided an unfortunate outlet for people lacking in a sense of humor. I truly do. Weird, random rant over.
Look what you did…making me resort to Gandhi.
Back on track, this is going slow, and my Netflix habit isn’t helping.
But this playlist I made is pretty bomb.