Why do people have to mess with my shit?
May. 28th, 2007 03:14 pmOkay, so techincally I should be going through my US History notes right now or something. But I'm too pissed off to care.
I was going to work on a rewrite of the last chapter of Vase Full of Blood (talking to Dad last night, figured out to work in a major plot point). But no, I can't. Because I have to work on this computer, which would be fine if the family (for whatever reason) wasn't watching some stupid little kid show on PBS. That would also be fine if someone hadn't moved my goddamn headphones so I could drown it out. I don't really admit to having ADD problems a lot, but one problem is: when I write, I HAVE to be completely focused. Music is fine, any other distraction, nope. That's why I don't eat while writing, and I only drink to keep my throat from getting dry/stay awake. I have four goddamn pairs of headphones, think I can find one? Of course not, because my mom and sister (mostly mom) cannot leave other people's shit alone.
....for now
I was going to work on a rewrite of the last chapter of Vase Full of Blood (talking to Dad last night, figured out to work in a major plot point). But no, I can't. Because I have to work on this computer, which would be fine if the family (for whatever reason) wasn't watching some stupid little kid show on PBS. That would also be fine if someone hadn't moved my goddamn headphones so I could drown it out. I don't really admit to having ADD problems a lot, but one problem is: when I write, I HAVE to be completely focused. Music is fine, any other distraction, nope. That's why I don't eat while writing, and I only drink to keep my throat from getting dry/stay awake. I have four goddamn pairs of headphones, think I can find one? Of course not, because my mom and sister (mostly mom) cannot leave other people's shit alone.
....for now