A Long, Slow Day

I don't know why I do this to myself.  I think I have convinced myself subconsciously that I work better under pressure or something, because I spent all  of today reading, writing, and staring at a blank word document.

Or maybe I am on the precipice of self-destruction, which can only begin by ruining my GPA.

How morbid.

Or, on a more realistic note, it could be that I am lazy, lazy, lazy and leave homework for last minute.  Hmmmm...that seems more accurate.

Anywho, my eyes are blurry, my hair is dirty and my buttocks hurts from sitting on a cold, hard wooden chair, but instead of taking a nap, I am here writing, because it's my "thing."

Have I mentioned, that I love to write?  And usually what I write is a lot better than the junk I post on here (since I don't edit anyyyyything), I promise.  Also, I have never, ever let anyone read my poetry, short stories, essays etc.  Which leads me to this next questions: should I start a creative writing blog?  Would anyone read it?  because the whole purpose would be to get feedback...so let me know in the comments section PLEASE!

Speaking about writing, I watched The Words the other day and it was absolutely a-may-zing.  It's definitely not for everyone (some people might find it boring) but I thought it was so well scripted, the acting was fabulous, and the storyline had so much depth to it.  I think it's my new favorite.  I think An Education  has just been replaced!

Check out the trailer...




If you didn't choke up just a little bit, you have no heart...jk ;)

Also, I am in love with the Civil Wars right now and Mumford and Sons.

Especially this song.
Ok.  Break over.

Back. To. Work.