Posted

Oct 21st 2009

Mood

Well first off I've been tired for the past week. Like, seriously tired. It's only seven thirty and I want to sleep.
What is this journal really about? Art trades. I have... *has to count, please bare with me for a minute* at least six art trades that I need to have done, one is really, really late... sorry sis, I'll get it done as soon as I can. I've just been... not motivated to do anything. I haven't even written anything good in days... I hate this, I want to write, but without my normal dreams, nightmares to you mear mortals, (joking about the mear part, couldn't think of anything better to say, this is what happens when I get really tired) I can't think of anything to write. I mean sure, I could go with the old back up of just writing down things I've done before, but I love the writing I get from my dreams. Where else can you get hurt, feel the pain, and yet be completly safe? Unless, like me, you wake up nearly falling out of a loft bed... <<;; Yeah, that was something fun to wake up to.
I've been really busy this month, movies, hanging out, bon fires, cleaning my room and moving a plant in there, and finally staining the deck today. I get clothes out of the deal, so it's all good. Everyone, wish me nightmares tonight, I need them!