Colds SUCK. I was sneezing and sniffling all last night and so the first thing I do when I wake up is take some medicine and drink some white grape cherry juice, but…bleeeeh. I still feel sick. I even have that sick taste you get in your mouth when you’re not feeling well. =_=
so i guess I’m just going to cuddle up under blankets and keep playing Heavy Rain until 5 when I have to start making dinner for when Bruce comes home.
So now there’s zombie soldiers, a giant tower of death, a huge ass worm monster that likes to eat cities, and a teammate who keeps calling me a pussy because Syd takes so goddamn long to aim what the hell dude
it’s not my fault syd is a big bulky slowpoke, geez
I’m in a collapsing tower with some chick. Weird things called Nosferatu are shooting at us (they look nothing like the creature from the Nosferatu film - they kind of remind me a bit of the aliens in Halo, tbh). Apparently you can chuck the girl at really big enemies and she’ll cut them in half with her sword. That is pretty fucking cool. Also, I really like the fact that you pretty much have unlimited ammo. Fuck yes.
Apparently all of my books have to meet Hollywood's standards or else I'll make no money off of my writing...
Feeling like shit I’m a bit drunk too, maybe it has something to do with this but I’m suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of…what the fuck am I going to do if writing doesn’t work out for me. This is what I feel I’m meant to do. It’s…it’s my purpose, plain and simple.
I just…I’m taking criticism as it’s coming to me, changing things. The only thing I have a problem with? Is conforming to Hollywood’s standards.
I don’t want to write a book for Hollywood. I want to write books for the people like me. If I can touch at least one person, impact just one individual…
I have to go now. Hopefully I’ll feel better later. I just need to gather myself and get my confidence back up to par.
Just…someone, please. Tell me I’m not a complete failure and fucking moron for choosing this path in life.
Man that thing about bodybuilding is sad! I actually think it's cool that there are women out there who will work up their muscles despite what society expects of them, but if you put your whole life into it and it didn't make you happy... sad as any other unfulfilling addiction, really.
The show was a real eye-opener, to be honest…same with Hoarders. It’s crazy how bad some people can get, and they just can’t help themselves. I’m all for a person doing what they want with their own body, but when it comes to the point where you’re begging for help because you know you can’t overcome it alone, and the people around you are suffering severely due to it…a person deserves all the support and love they can get.
Exercising and being healthy is a great thing! But you don’t want to push yourself to the point of being unable to focus on anything but that. :/
HAHAHA OH MY GOD YOUR NAME IS LIKE… LALONDE?? BUT YOU ARE SO DRUNK YOU CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT YOUR FIRST NAME IS HAHAHAHAHAH. IT IS PROBABLY “MOM”. LOL. “MUSCLE MOM”. YEAH THAT’S YOUR NAME HAHA OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO DRUNK.
HOLY FUCK WHO IS THIS OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW
I once saw an episode of “My Strange Addiction” that had a woman that was addicted to body building…she looked nasty. I know it’s good to have a good self-esteem and all, but this woman…it was just ridiculous. I kind of felt sad for her because for all of her success with weight lifting, she still wasn’t happy. :/
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