Kitties, Life, and Ranting
Jan. 12th, 2006 08:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cinaedWell, we seem to have been adopted by a kitty. An adorable one that's...sleeping in my closet. She/he/it just waltzed into our garage the other day and decided to stay. And then decided to come into my house and sleep in my room. Callie and Maggie are unamused, but Mom thinks it's the cutest thing ever. We called the animal shelter and so far no one's reported a black cat missing. Methinks Mom wants to keep it.
Meanwhile, tomorrow I have to go to the school and get my HS transcripts sent over to Radford, and do other stuff that's escaped my brain (something about the Salvation Army and, er, stuff). And then I have to pack and get ready to go back to the hellhole that is Randolph-Macon Woman's. *sighs* I have a new room with a friend, but I am not looking forward to dealing with my crazy ex-roommate for the next semester.
I'm also frustrated with writing. All I can do now is fanfiction, not original, and it's driving me nuts. How am I ever supposed to accomplish anything if I can't finish a single story that are made up of my characters? I need a recorder, because I say what I want to write and it sounds good, but I go blank as soon as my fingers touch the keyboard and I can't type anything. Argh. And I want to write something. It's this deep frustration that's buried in my chest like a knot and just increases when I touch the keyboard until my kunckles are aching from repressed writing.... Like now. Ow.... *rubs fingers* Guess my rant's over.
Meanwhile, tomorrow I have to go to the school and get my HS transcripts sent over to Radford, and do other stuff that's escaped my brain (something about the Salvation Army and, er, stuff). And then I have to pack and get ready to go back to the hellhole that is Randolph-Macon Woman's. *sighs* I have a new room with a friend, but I am not looking forward to dealing with my crazy ex-roommate for the next semester.
I'm also frustrated with writing. All I can do now is fanfiction, not original, and it's driving me nuts. How am I ever supposed to accomplish anything if I can't finish a single story that are made up of my characters? I need a recorder, because I say what I want to write and it sounds good, but I go blank as soon as my fingers touch the keyboard and I can't type anything. Argh. And I want to write something. It's this deep frustration that's buried in my chest like a knot and just increases when I touch the keyboard until my kunckles are aching from repressed writing.... Like now. Ow.... *rubs fingers* Guess my rant's over.
