I enjoy the finer things in life, like junk food, sleeping until noon, and watching ten hours of TV. With my pinkie up, of course.
But really I'm a 22 year-old recent grad of Washington State University with a totally pointless degree in English. I like writing and am working on a novel. In its current state it is crappy and not finished.
+ How I Met Your Mother. Show. What. Are. You. Doing. With. Your. Life? It was a really bad season finale. And now I heard that they may do more than one more season. Please end, you are embarrassing yourself, and you make Ted the worst romantic lead character ever.
+ Not being able to find an apartment. Why is it so hard to find an apartment in Seattle? You would think, bit city, lots of apartments, piece of cake. No such thing.
+ Non-instant replies from the apartment I really love. Okay, that one I give credit to - instant replies would be ridiculous. But it would be really nice to find out whether or not it has already slipped away.
+ Not being able to find “Fox Rain” mp3 ANYWHERE. I will gladly buy this legally, but WHERE?
+ That other people in the office get to play with the adorable puppy all the time, and I can only gaze from afar. “What? You have a puppy where you work and you’re complaining?” you say? Yes I am. It is adorable, and I’m super jealous that my co-workers get to have it sleep on their laps as they work.
I realized that, ever since I started trying to “write seriously” and write a book I can actually try to publish…I never write. Nor do I really even like writing anymore.
I think I need a break from it. And by a break from writing, I mean I think I really need to go back to ridiculous stories that could never be published but are fun to write. I’m sick of writing a sentence and thinking, “This doesn’t sound good enough - would this be believable? Would anyone read this? Is it publishable?” or thinking of a plot point and wondering, “Would this be too adult for a young adult book? How much swearing can I put in? How much can I do and have it still be published?”
It’s a lot of thinking for something that used to feel pretty natural to me.
…into Slytherin! This excites me, especially as I tried really, really hard not to let myself lie on any questions and did it honestly.
I guess my interest in ghosts, sparkling bubbles deep in the water (because, let’s face it, it sounds rather pretty), preference to stay hidden before brandishing a weapon, interest in Merlin (which, I admit, may be because of my recent obsession with the BBC program Merlin but hey - it’s the truth) and decision to go left dictates that I am a Slytherin. I don’t remember the other questions.
