Words with Friends is Stupid.

But I will keep playing games until I win. Damnit.

Anyway. Hi blog. How are you? Doing well, I hope. But I know you'd never pretend to be well, and then not be well, right blog? Cos that's silly.

Me? I'm bored and I have zero motivation to do the things I need to do. I just.. don't... care. At all. Not even a little bit.

Nope.

So that's why I chose today to go over the 2000+ messages in my deviantart inbox. They aren't like facebook notifications wherein I'm getting all these comments. They're more like "hey you're part of this group look at all the neat stuff that got posted."

And I. Went through. It all.

I have no motivation for anything meaningful.

Though, I really want to keep writing right now. I'm trying out Jeph's storyboard idea, thing. He mentioned that sometimes when he can't think of a script, he just does something else and lets his subconscious take over and work with everything. Now, obviously, I'm not looking for a script. You could write the same thing with the same details. My story isn't rocket science. But I'm particular with HOW I write, with WHAT I write. And I know that I need to get Vinyl to be, as only Vinyl is, insecure about what happened between her and Octavia in the last chapter. Is she happy? That's an understatement. But if Vinyl is the insecure unicorn that I think she is, she's going to go from "OMGYAY" to "OMGWHATIFEVERYTHINGISRUINED."

Because, you know, Vinyl is like that. Not... not me. Nope.

I really want to buy a Vinyl shirt (the reflecty one) or maybe find a cool Rainbow Dash shirt (you know, she IS the Element of Loyalty) but I just... I dunno. I want to, and my most of me doesn't care if people know I watch this show, but some of me does. Also, I need money for other stuff. Not shirts.

Speaking of money, this is the part where I say that I really, really, really, really wish you'd stop 'fighting'* me on this whole up north thing, Blog. Either way, I'm paying for two people, which is fine. I really couldn't care less. The only difference is whether or not two people get to enjoy it or one.




*I say fighting, but it's not fighting. More like, I really wish you'd stop being stubborn. But I know jobs happen sometimes too. Which sucks. But... the money thing is a non-issue as far as I'm concerned. It'll be fun. =(. I am literally pouting right now and this is a long footnote.

P.S. Blogger, your HTML editing for font sizes REALLY FUCKING BLOWS. Work on that.

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