Writers Block

I'm stuck on my next breaking boys post. And the only reason I am going back and elaborating on all of them is because someone once told me that if you want to be a writer, you need to write at least a thousand words a day. i figured I started with little snippets which are now being developed into short stories, which can then be turned into whole chapters. Eventually I'll get there. Maybe I'll even compile some other girls stories with my own. That would make things interesting.

So writers block...hmm...something I experience so often. Well, not writers block exactly, but "reading what you wrote and realizing that its crap" writers block. It'll come. Maybe someday I'll be brilliant.

I've been sitting at my desk since 530 this morning, and I've done, maybe, a whole two hours of work. There is nothing else for me to do. "You're just too fast and you learn too quickly" the british woman says in her makes-everything-one-hundred-percent-more-interesting accent. Yes yes, I know this already. But when will I find something that will fill my days? For goodness sake, I'm doing accounting work right now! You would think, of all things, math would eat up my days!

Will marketing fill up the hours when I finally graduate? Somehow I doubt it. Maybe I need a job that requires keeping lots of appointments. If somewhere like that would give me a chance until graduation, I might not be wasting this company's money.

It probably doesn't help matters that I'm tired. This is my last week of classes before finals and all i've been doing is studying. Once next week is done and over, I have a month off before the fall quarter starts and I drain myself of all energy again. This is what I have to do. I want that freaking degree, whether I use it or not.

The this-house-is-so-so-perfect house is gone, rented, but still has the sign in the window. It was the perfect price, size, it had everything we wanted, but no, "it's rented," he said and click. The agent hung up in my ear. Sometimes i wonder why i live in a place like SR. People are such snobs, they are so pretentious and just rude.

So the apartment hunt, oh excuse me, house hunt, continues. Now that we've seen what our dollar can buy, we don't want an apartment. We want a house with a garage and a yard, perferably one with three bedrooms. And that is asking alot, but if we are going to pay through the nose for a crappy, old, tiny apartment, why don't we pay through the nose for a beautiful, huge house with lots of unneeded space and amenities? No one has contacted me though. I'm getting a little anxious about it all.

I want to have someplace I can improve-paint, replace cabinet doors, garden, etc. And I don't want to be on the third floor anymore. First floor please....no more steps, unless they are inside the house.

Football has started and the television has been comondered.

We did buy a dvd recorder and a new tivo system. This made both me and B very very happy. I've now transferred my VHS tapes to DVD and made lovely covers for them. Hooray for technology that you don't really need.

Well it seems I don't have writer's block, considering all the things I've written above, and that all just flowed right out of my fingers. Maybe I just needed to write about nonsense for a bit before getting back to narrating my life. Is that 1000 words?