What Are You Doing?

It might have been an accident. Someone hid a Pepsi behind the electron microscope, EFMingo pushed the sample in causing a resonance cascade that unscrewed the cap, a gust of otherworldly wind blew his mask off right as the shock from a lime-green thunderbolt knocked the Pepsi straight into his mouth...

 

I shake my fist at science and microscopes. How could they do this to such a champion of their work?

 

Strangely enough, an electron microscope's field emission gun kind of looks like that in a way. Maybe that is some 40 Million Volt electron microscope about to blast some quarks, but my dumb ass left the Pepsi bottle inside, inadvertently forcing Gordon Freeman to become the one free man.

 

....Dying on the inside......

That is all....

Happy Good Friday to all..

 

Feeling crap with a cold so not much happening today. I discovered one interesting fact. Toilet roll has been the sell out item where I live. In Scandinavian it's sex toys. Just goes to show you how sex starved us Brits are used to being. So that thought cheered me up lol.

 

Hang in there, friend. This won't last forever.

I am making pizza.

 

Looking around on the website for the first time in however many months. I lost motivation to write anything besides song lyrics for a while, then started a few different fanfictions. Now, I want to work on my novel again. Not sure where to start but I think here is my best bet.

 

It's around 5:20 am right now and I just opened up the window and the shutters, waiting for my favorite transition of the day to begin. Yes, I love twillights. Especially the morning ones. Right now it's dead silent outside and dark. The kind of dark that seems to swallow any light source. A darkness with heavy density. Anyhow, time to shut the window again. It's getting breezy in here.

For some reason my grandfather's voice came into my mind and that made me happy. There's a specific quote he would say to me every morning for years, but back then I couldn't appreciate it. I was never a morning person. From kindergarten to high school, I'd hear his voice every morning coming from his room (the room right next to mine and my sister's, so it could be heard easily), "Spring up! Spring up like a little bird!" He would say it as if he was reading lines from a fairy tale.

Time to write! Good morning to you all!

 

Listening to one of my favorite pianists play some classical stuff. I'm wishing I had my piano now so I could play. I've had a song running through my head I've wanted to get out, but it's awkward writing music with people around.

 

If you have the latest version of Flash Player, I would recommend
checking out Soundation.
Granted it takes a bit of getting used to using a QWERTY Keyboard,
but it is doable.

 

I'll have my piano in 12 days, plus no one around to hear me sound like a cat, haha. I might look into Soundation anyway. Thanks!

 

*eye twitch* Excuse me. If you hear ugly weeping, it is me.

 

Yep, I cried during this scene. I think it was the most well done of the entire series. Just raw emotion. I rarely cry for anything. I still think it often.

 

I once tried singing along with it during the soundtrack. Once. Never again. That and the song at the end of the third film. Wreck me every time. Gah, why do I FEEL THINGS?!

 

This song gets me every time.
(IDK why though...)

 

Oooh, I was good until the drums at 3:15. Then I got goosebumps. Thank you for sharing!

 

Drinking orange juice and eating grham crackers with icing at two sixteen am, after scrolling through Tiktok.

.....What day is it?...

 

It's Whateverday, unless you got a deadline or something scheduled. For me it's Saturday 'cause I got class at 2. After class it's gonna turn into Whateverday again.

And the positive news of da day: I just learned there's a greek original script contest taking place and I think I'm gonna give it a try. The top three scripts are going to be pushed up for production! Ooh, gotta come up with something good and realistic! I'm already brainstorming. I was thinking something along the lines of mystery.

 

Listening to the grand finale of a terrible book.

 

Getting ready to watch Paterson. I love this film.

 

I've been typing up my first book from my handwritten notebooks and I'm glad I have everything relatively close to itself so I'm not flipping through seven hundred notes.

I'm tired of typing, but it must be done. Hope you're all as well as you can be.

 

This is why even my poems never go further than a few jotted lines in a notebook before I turn to the PC and hone it there.