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When wank inspires intelligent thought
Jan. 19th, 2005 12:42 pmFound out short story isn't actually due for another week. Tried to get out of class early because of snow but MEAN professor held us until the halfway point. Almost crashed into one car when pulling out of parking spot. Then managed to slide just an inch from into the highway when I was going 15 mph. Father forgot to explain the gear concept to me. *hatred* Slid around whenever I made my turns.
Conclusion: I'm never driving in snow AGAIN!!!
Tom was supposed to take me to library so I could get books for my project due Monday but I somehow doubt that's happening now. With the snow and all.
Must remember to watch Point Pleasant tonight. Keep missing Medium so I'll probably end up dling that to catch up.
Everybody talks about moving and it makes me sad. I'll be all alone.
Why don't I have even one snow hat in my whole apartment?
Read some wank the other day about not writing slash unless you're willing to have anal sex. Made me think. It shouldn't have, to begin with. Then it made me doubt my ability to write sex. No, not because of the reason mentioned but because I believe it's *hard* to write it and not mock yourself horrendously. Also made me pout about how I write it just like everyone else without variety or at least different actions/foreplay. I'm a perfectionist and the thought that my stuff may not be reasonable makes me irritable. Most likely, I will stick to cutting out just before sexual situations from now on. I think my stuff actually works better without the descriptions anyway. Sex scenes always seem awkward when placed in my fiction.
( Skills test I took out of boredom. )
Conclusion: I'm never driving in snow AGAIN!!!
Tom was supposed to take me to library so I could get books for my project due Monday but I somehow doubt that's happening now. With the snow and all.
Must remember to watch Point Pleasant tonight. Keep missing Medium so I'll probably end up dling that to catch up.
Everybody talks about moving and it makes me sad. I'll be all alone.
Why don't I have even one snow hat in my whole apartment?
Read some wank the other day about not writing slash unless you're willing to have anal sex. Made me think. It shouldn't have, to begin with. Then it made me doubt my ability to write sex. No, not because of the reason mentioned but because I believe it's *hard* to write it and not mock yourself horrendously. Also made me pout about how I write it just like everyone else without variety or at least different actions/foreplay. I'm a perfectionist and the thought that my stuff may not be reasonable makes me irritable. Most likely, I will stick to cutting out just before sexual situations from now on. I think my stuff actually works better without the descriptions anyway. Sex scenes always seem awkward when placed in my fiction.
( Skills test I took out of boredom. )