Random Musings Because It Is Very Late And I Cannot Sleep. Part I.
Verily I say unto thee, chocolate granola is one of the best inventions known to mankind. Mostly because I can pretend it's healthy-ish.
I have also concocted, with the help of Trist, the best EVAR title for a short story:
Aubergine Dreams
Or, Killing Two Birds With One Bazooka
In Which Our Hero Finds His Long-Lost Love
Titles are fun when they're nearly as long as the story.
Typewriters are fun. They make so much noise. And you have to write carefully so you don't make any mistakes. I learned that when I wasted seven sheets of paper trying to type up a final copy of Aubergine Dreams.
*stares at blog* I really need to design something better for this. And actually write in it on occasion. The problem is, I write about everything in IM and/or journal, and am too lazy to say anything again. Clearly the solution is to stop talking to people.
I love talking to geeks:
darth_indy: Note to self: Boot Jarvis into Windows and update*looks at HTML code from the copy/paste* YE MINIONS OF XENDOR! That's a mess! *fixes somewhat*
metaball: your computer is named jarvis?
darth_indy: Yup
metaball: i think i'm in love
One of the best soundtracks ever: Requiem for a Dream. Listen and be amazed. Particularly Summer Overture and Lux Aeterna. It combines soothing, energetic, hopeful, and depressing all in one song. Hmm. Maybe I've discovered the source of my mood swings...
Meringues are delicious. But evil. Humidity KILLS them. My meringues started out as beautiful rosettes. Three minutes later I finish piping them and they turn into white spherical thingies. Delicious white spherical thingies. BUT NOT PRETTY. Dipping them in dark chocolate helped immensely. Of course, I already knew dark chocolate fixes everything.
Hee. My typewriter dings.
I need to be awake by 9 tomorrow. Why has sleep left me?
I need to write in my journal. The last entry makes it look like I was about to jump off a cliff. It doesn't help that it is, so far, the last entry.
*flips through journal* Is it allowed to laugh at you stupid teen angst if it was less than a year ago? Because I was then a teen, and now I am not, therefore I am past teen angst. Now I just have angst without an excuse.
I could make a good emo kid if I wasn't too lazy to put on all that makeup, and purposefully mismatch my clothes.
I could also make a living as a police decoy for those online stalker creeps. If I wore the right clothes, I could pass for 14. I know this because my sister's friends asked if I was her younger sister once. I no longer go to her soccer events.
Finally, I'm drowsy. And now to publish this and regret it in the morning.
Eeeyup. No more blogging in the wee hours.
