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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Sometimes life sucks.

it really does. I don't know what I want anymore, and sometimes it's hard to see the point in many activities.

But then again, no one knows what the point of life is.

And, I know I sound like a snobby brat who isn't thankful enough for having a nice family and a nice place to live and being able to go to school. I am glad I have all of that.

See, now I feel guilty for complaining.

Life sucks.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

writing

Sometimes, I don't know what to do with life. I'm so busy all the time. I can't seem to balance things to do at home. There are so many activities I wish I had time for: writing, drawing, painting, exercising...

But there are only 24 hours in a day, and a third of which is spent at school, another third sleeping, leaving only 8 short hours for productivity. Another 3 for eating and hygiene (this variable may vary), and about 2 hours doing nothing in particular (aka. Facebook). What does that leave us with? 3 hours. Three hours per day to achieve self actualization. (I got that from The Princess Diaries) Did I calculate that right? Please correct me if I made a mistake.

The point is, there isn't much time to get things done. I'm not a great organizer, either, which doesn't help.

Sooo anyway, I was going to talk about this thing called Dr. Wicked's Write Or Die.
You basically put in the amount of words you want to write in a certain amount of time, and it times you. Very simple. But it really helps. You can choose a setting and grace. It watches you and makes sure you keep typing, and if it feels like you're not focusing, it'll flash and bring you back. It also stays on that page if you get distracted by another web page or browser (aka Facebook). Try it out, it helps.

I wrote this (123 words) in 8 minutes.

This morning, I woke up to the smell of fresh cinnamon crepes. It lured me out of my oh-so-comfortable bed, and carried me down stairs. Barely opening my eyes, I sat down in my seat, reached for the fork next to me, and started to dig into the golden crisp filled with fresh strawberries. "Mmm..." was the sound of my satisfaction as I took the first bite.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" a voice shrieked, causing me to snap my eyes open.

"Jesus Christ, Jie Ji, you nearly caused me a heart attack. I'm just eating, geez," I replied, slightly annoyed.

"Did I SAY you could eat my crepe? I don't think so. Give it back; it's MY breakfast."

"What's with you this morning? Sor-ry."

By the way, this incident did not occur in real life.