I began writing in the fifth grade. It was an assignment to write a story. In the end I just plucked a story I'd already had running around my head and through it down. For the next three years I didn't do much other than write out stuff whenever I got another story assignment. Then I got into high school and I still couldn't type. No, seriously. It took me a good minute to take down a single sentence much of the time. I couldn't stand that. So I decided I'd have to practice. So I wrote. I wrote the easiest thing that came to mind. Stories. I did write one or two fanfictions, a fact I'm really not proud of now that I look back. But from there I just decided that I needed to take down all my ideas. Big and small. So I just shuffled around, writing in my free time. It became a complete compulsion for that first year and the year after. I've posted more than 200,000 words worth of story on this site alone by rough estimates. Then I got into college and I ran out of time, now I'm just doing random shit. Motivation... I usually lack it. But I force it by giving myself deadlines. I like posting because it gives me an update schedule and something to work towards. I think it's actually quite silly, but if it works 10% of the time it's better than nothing. I am also motivated by the fact that one day I won't remember any of this. People I know in real life call me creative. It's one of the few compliments I get and at times I feel like I really don't wanna lose that. I'm pretty ridiculous when it comes to writing, I guess. So that's all there really is to it.
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Mystery box.
Looks like you've got yourself a party. Spoiler: party
You happen, on this fine day, to be one of four people facing each other down like it's volcano day and you're here to kick ass and chew bubblegum but you're all outta bubblegum. Skies might as well start falling now since you're raring to go and not a single thing short of worldend is gonna even make you start thinking about changing your present position on the matter. So this is it. Game muthahfuckin' time and you know it's gonna go sour once this staredown turns into a beatdown. You know none of you has much of a chance at success so long as the other three has shit to say about. It was meant to run its course and it's shooting ten over par already. But what's that got to do with you? Not one single thing. That's what. You're here because you want to be, because you need to be for you. This whole grander meaning bullshit doesn't even begin to reach for that feather duster that it used to make play at tickling your fancy with. No. That time is over. It is well better off doing all its fancy tickling in the past where nobody gives a shit about it anymore. It's your time. Grander meaning needs to sit the fuck down and drink its goddamn tea. Time for us to get real shit done. Player 1 <Start Player 2 <Start Player 3 <Start Player 4 <Start please insert 4 credit(s)
Because it's renewed for a new series.
I'm only familiar with the really famous people so it will probably be nothing new. Also, I don't use those fancy playlisty sites, I listen off compact disc and hard drive primarily. So deal with youtube. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6j9gzILItM http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2aj0zhXlLA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgX5_waK--w http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRGFqSkNjHk http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pfCFU3Mqww http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ezk4TWNy8M
I personally prefer the old stuff. I like this stuff too, but it just speaks to a different sensibility that I happen to also share. It's just very different.
Shit don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.
Don't antagonize me over a joke. It makes you look petty.
There's something deeply and profoundly wrong with you.
Antagonist doesn't come with alignment.
I find that I've never been able to be friends with anyone who was fundamentally different, so I find it hard to see people without some common...
The sonic equivalent to a green lantern. It comes from a blind race that has no concept of color.
In loudest din or hush profound, My ears catch evil's slightest sound.
For hearts long lost and full of fright, For those alone in blackest night
In fearful day, in raging night, With strong hearts full, our souls ignite
In blackest day, in brightest night Beware your fears made into light
I know, right? Commander Spock would never stand for that shit.
