That Moment...

In fact I'm looking at one almost finished (last draft) novellette. And a bunch of short stories that aren't polished.

Lots still to do, but it's getting there.

 

That moment when your dad (mixed in with his usual cloudcuckoolander gibberish) says you're an evil genius and you're like "yep you're not wrong..."

 

TMW when you King Kong a fly and it spanks off the front of the dryer
with a pretty loud smack. Only to see the same fly just shrug it off as if
nothing ever happened.

Either flies are ridiculously tough, or they have no sense of pain.

 

That moment when you realize the reason your motel bed teeter tottered is the same as the reason you learned that motel rents rooms by the hour

 

TMW you've written out some goals for the upcoming academic year, come up with a meal plan, written a timetable, taken the final steps to secure your accommodation, and know what you're going to pack, and then realise that you have no idea what modules you want to take.

 

That moment when your team are out of the Euros (barring a miracle) before they've even started and it's partly because of an own goal.

 

@Stormsong07 - I'm sorry I was so blunt. I sort of have an instinct to identify with what people might be going through and personally was offended by this because I feel it takes the mick out of total helplessness, out of a real person in really bad disposition and situation, and it touched me. That probably didn't give me the right to tell you off so publicly, among people who I'm sure like you. I apologise for not refraining from doing it, which I thought of doing for a moment.

 

TMW...

 

You mean you don't need caltrops? Well I guess you aren't a Ninja either.

Well then clearly they don't know you very well.

 

If anyone tries to invade your home, sprinkle these and legos around the hallways and see how far the assailants get.

 

Kind of kills the fun, though, too, doesn't it?

 

TMW you get an email from a dating website aimed at students saying that someone who would prefer to remain anonymous - but has an email address from your university - wants you to join them on that website.

Mum says it's probably a bot that has an agreement with the uni to advertise the website, which is sadly more plausible than all the more interesting possibilities that I came up with.

 

Or, your uni friend has a secret crush on you. E X C I T I N G

 

I'll take a dozen dozen, please. They're great for slumber parties!

 

Hilariously disturbing!

 

My alarm clock is actually a catchy song I can't help but sing along with. Helps trick the body cause damn I cannot go back to sleep with that playing.

 

Thanks. Sent you a private message so we can hopefully clear the air.

 

I have songs that have been alarms in the past. The problem I have is that now, whenever I hear them, I jump and feel as though I have to spring into action. That's why I prefer just a beep.