ibonekoen: (HELL NO! >:|)
This day is off to a great start. My car wouldn't start this morning. I popped the hood so my uncle could take a look, and a cloud of smoke billowed up. He just slammed the hood back down and got back in the car. "The starter celluloid is fried."


ibonekoen: (Uuuuuummmmmm [Darren])
Why the fuck would somebody choose an image host that has a million popups and extra crap on the page when you try to view a photo? Are tinypic and imgur only available in the US or something?

Nothing annoys me more than clicking on a thumbnail to view the full size and getting bombarded with popup videos and bullshit advertisements. :|

In other news, I really need to get my act together and start working on my Blaine big bang fic for [livejournal.com profile] beyond_dapper. The rough draft is due...in August? Soonish.
ibonekoen: (Alton Brown crushes you)
Well, I was excited about penning the last words of the rough draft for Bright City Bites until I logged on LJ, read my friends list and learned that the summary had lost a writing contest.

Whaaaaaaaaaatever. Trying not to go down the usual path of beating myself up. Everything's still in the rough draft phase. I can't expect genius level writing on the first try, right? Right?

ibonekoen: (Ugh...)
Procrastination, I hate it, and yet I always end up putting off the things I need to do until the last minute so I'm stressed out whilst doing it. Oh joy.
ibonekoen: (Happy dance (Blaine))
23,510 ♦ 50,000 (47.02%)

Parrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrty downtown, suckers! I met today's goal and it's still early enough that I might be able to write some more and get to work on tomorrow's goal.

I am home from work, much to my mother's chagrin. I understand where she's coming from, the idea that I shouldn't take too much time off since some of our staff just took pay/hour cuts and that's a sign that we're not doing well, but it kinda hurt at the same time. She was basically scolding me for coming home early because my foot hurt too much.

I've got some kind of bump on the arch of my foot and man, it is killing me. I can't put any kind of pressure on it or pain just radiates through my foot. It's purple and it's kinda hard and it just really hurts. I soaked it in warm water and epsom salt when I got home today and that seems to have helped it some. It's certainly gone down a bit. It was the size of a pea and now it's smaller. I'm going to soak it some more later.

But just... Mom's whole attitude, telling me that I needed to be careful at work and I need to stop coming home early whenever things are slow, etc, just kinda made me :| because it's been months since I took a sick day of any kind. Yes, okay, I took a couple of days off in August and October to go to concerts, but so what? I'm allowed to have vacation days. And it's been months since I've come home at three or four o'clock because we didn't have anything going on, and besides, if they do happen to let me go at work, well, then, you know, I'll just move on and find another job.

Ugh, whatever. This is supposed to be a party post, which is happy. Soooooooooo, in the immortal words of Kevin Bacon, LET'S DAAAAAAAANCE!
ibonekoen: (Ugh...)
My writing sucks. :| Too many repetitive actions. Everybody nods and smiles. It's all telling the action and plot and not enough showing. Detached and clinical are words that are coming to mind to describe my writing style...or lack thereof, more accurately.

I know, I know, that's what revisions are for, but if I can't even come up with something more than "he nodded and snorted" the first time around, what makes me think I can do better the second?
ibonekoen: (hmm)
It's been way too long since I've posted an entry in this thing. I've never been very good at keeping a diary; my daily life is so boring, I don't think anybody would want to hear about it. I get up, I go to work, I come home, I eat dinner, I putz around online, playing Facebook and tagging in my rp threads, and then I go to bed to start it all over again. Sometimes I write. I'm still plunking away at my novels, and I've been filling the time with writing fanfic. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm thinking about trying to get published and still writing fanfic. I'm sure that isn't a good idea, but...I can't seem to drop the fanfic, so...I'll just cross that bridge when I get to it.

Still hopelessly in love with the Jonas Brothers. Sad that Heroes was canceled. :( I went to see Tron: Legacy a few weeks ago, omg, so good. It was a treat to watch, and I finally got around to rewatching the origianl Tron. It wasn't as boring as I remember as a child.

Shit's getting deep, guys. Put your wading boots on )
ibonekoen: (Spock crouched)
*waves little flag of aliveness since it's been almost four months since I've logged onto this thing...*

Nothing new to report. Stuff with my grandma but I don't feel comfortable getting into it here.

Hope everybody on my friends page is doing good. Will catch up with entries later.

My mom told me the other day that I have this inability to see my own potential, that I just sit around and feel sorry for myself. She is one hundred percent correct, but I don't know how to correct this...
ibonekoen: (Shia sad)
You know, when I was in high school, I had a friend -- who shall remain nameless -- who likened our circle of friends to the solar system. She said to me, "You know, like, so-and-so is the Earth, and I'm Mars and so on and forth," and then she looked at me and went "And then there's you, and you're, like, waaaaaay out there. Beyond the edges of the galaxy. You're, like, an undiscovered planet or a comet or something." At the time, I prided myself on that description because I thought it meant that I was unique and different and not like everybody...special, if you will.

Now, looking back, I'm not so sure that's the case. I don't think she was trying to pay me a compliment.

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