so I’m home sick and I keep logging into my work email to see if there’s anything I can help with even though I can do very little. and I just miss being at work. I love my job. I hope that everyone gets the chance to have a great job like this some day. It’s awesome. 🙁
i need to get better so I can go back!!1
BUT if I finish my book today, I can go get my tablet tomorrow or saturday…!
Did y’all not learn your lesson with the DBZ adaptation or
Light Yagami is being played by one of the two kids from the Naked Brothers band.
what the fuck.
why
like it would be one thing if a death note ended up in america and some guy picked it up and it played out a different story with similar themes, like a sequel to death note and stuff but
what
why
is this
happening
stop it
if you’re gonna go with the Japanese names, for the love of all that is good in the world, stay true to the Japanese version. Have it take place in Japan. With Japanese actors. Heck let’s just watch the Japanese movie(s) that already exist and be done with it. :/ We need lots more exposure to foreign films and culture, anyway.
I had all sorts of weird dreams last night… nightmares about getting raped/murdered (haven’t had one of THOSE in a while, and this one was by someone I KNEW), nightmares about being a real estate assistant trying to help sell a HAUNTED HOUSE (totally a book idea!!), and about being Conan trying to solve a mystery w/ the detective boys and I finally got so fed up that I got out my smart phone and looked up the resolution on the DCW wiki and it still didn’t make sense so I solved the case and threw my phone at the culprit and told him that he was stupid and a jerk.
Even if I’ve never spoken to them, even if I don’t know them from a hole in the wall, even if they’re on anon, people asking questions about my OCs make my day.
The demon dug its hooves into the roof of the car, but it didn’t quite make a dent. It wasn’t all that heavy or tough, but it also wasn’t a quitter. The Estate was just up ahead; we came to the brick wall on our left, and Theo gunned the car harder. He and Lauriette whooped while my mom, Limerick, the jackalope, and I held on for dear life. “How are we getting rid of this thing, again?” I yelled, hoping someone would hear me over the engine, tires, and the frightened cries of the demon.
Writing on cold mess can be either the greatest or worst decision evah. Ya never know what you’re gonna get when you get off them, brilliance, or gibberish.
Probably a mix of both. It’s part of why I like doing NaNoWriMo so much… you’re writing so much, so fast, and in such a delirious haze that often times brilliance pours from you and you don’t realize it until you’ve had a month or six to recover and you look back and go “wait I don’t remember writing this… this is actually pretty good???”
