can't knock 'em out, can't walk away
Oct. 7th, 2010 06:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreamingpixelsI swear, Lily Allen sounds like Lila from season 2 of Dexter when she talks in Knock 'Em Out. It's cool and slightly unnerving, considering how friggin' psycho Lila was.
I have no life whatsoever anymore. I am defined by my jobs, my classes, and that's it. I am Bethlynn Hoey, Graduate Assistant. I am "one of the Hoeys", good at videos and graphic design and 99% of what is tossed at me in class. There's no time to be myself - the me who likes to sit and watch TV for hours, and read books, and do crafts, and drink wine and sleep in late and watch old anime. I feel... stifled, I guess.
Why the hell did I think working 40 hours a week in addition to taking classes was a good idea?
NaNoWriMo is going to be insane. At least while I'm pounding away at the keyboard I can be myself. I can ramble about nonsense and call it noveling, I can live vicariously through my characters and have some fun.
My friend Alex is coming up next weekend. I'm somewhat excited - I haven't seen him in, what, four years? I'm not getting my hopes up too much, though - he said he was going to come up in April and never did. It'll be the first time we've slept under the same roof in 6 years, too. (Yeah, Alex is an ex boyfriend as well as a friend. He's one of the few exes I'm actually friends with.)
I don't want to go to work.
I have no life whatsoever anymore. I am defined by my jobs, my classes, and that's it. I am Bethlynn Hoey, Graduate Assistant. I am "one of the Hoeys", good at videos and graphic design and 99% of what is tossed at me in class. There's no time to be myself - the me who likes to sit and watch TV for hours, and read books, and do crafts, and drink wine and sleep in late and watch old anime. I feel... stifled, I guess.
Why the hell did I think working 40 hours a week in addition to taking classes was a good idea?
NaNoWriMo is going to be insane. At least while I'm pounding away at the keyboard I can be myself. I can ramble about nonsense and call it noveling, I can live vicariously through my characters and have some fun.
My friend Alex is coming up next weekend. I'm somewhat excited - I haven't seen him in, what, four years? I'm not getting my hopes up too much, though - he said he was going to come up in April and never did. It'll be the first time we've slept under the same roof in 6 years, too. (Yeah, Alex is an ex boyfriend as well as a friend. He's one of the few exes I'm actually friends with.)
I don't want to go to work.
