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So, let me explain. My bed is weird. I love my bed to death, but...lemme see if I can find a pic that's similar to it.
So it's like that except my headboard curves like it has an arched back, and there's this little crevice between my mattress and the headboard. & what falls in that crevice? Things. like my ID plans are under there, my homework, and what else? DING DING DING: my flashdrives
You're probs wondering why I didn't get it under there before. I peered into the darkness like eight times adn all I could see were papers, post-its, and note cards. Not my flashdrives (they're in a little pouch thing).
You're also probably wondering why I didn't grab my id notes while I was at it. Well ever since a certain character decided to be completely dynamic and extraordinarily complicated in 28/29 I've veered off the plan, so I'm kind of dismissing it and going with the flow. You know on the rare occasion I write.
Anyway, so this crevice is impossible to get to. Like they all fall in the middle so I have to shove my arm down to get it. Luckily, I have a pretty bony arm. Unfortunately the crevice is inhumanely tiny. Made for Gremlins I'm sure.
Anyway, I have scratches on my now somewhat sore arms, and my flashdrives are sitting by my side. Faithful as always.
In addition, my dad kept yelling at me for not backing it up. But considering that I haven't had time to write, I can't REMEMBER the last time I backed my flashdrives up (like to my email. although my email is going haywire now. So idk whats up with that shit). I'm pretty positive I did it before my hiatus but all I remember before going on this thing was dying at like 2 in the morning trying to finish Band Camp cause it was pointless to put it on hold.
I'm such a writer, all I could have said was: I found it.
So everyone in my house thinks I'm an idiot and the four people who read this blog also are thinking along the same lines. In addition to: WHY DO I CARE?
But yeah.
Anyway, I'll probably be making a draaft of where I put these things. But I won't post it on my blog, because a) none of you care and b) some gremlins may be read my blog. They can turn invisible...which is what makes them, as Alec would say, little shits.
I always find myself trying to make a joke or relate something to my books in real life, and then I remember....a) no one cares b). no one has read it.
One friend knows about wattpad and has an account but she doesn't use it. And she only read UP (as far as I know) which is kind of sad because that's really not my best writing-wise.
le sigh.
I'm going to go write my feelings.
Peace, love, and Brendan Urie.
So, let me explain. My bed is weird. I love my bed to death, but...lemme see if I can find a pic that's similar to it.
You're probs wondering why I didn't get it under there before. I peered into the darkness like eight times adn all I could see were papers, post-its, and note cards. Not my flashdrives (they're in a little pouch thing).
You're also probably wondering why I didn't grab my id notes while I was at it. Well ever since a certain character decided to be completely dynamic and extraordinarily complicated in 28/29 I've veered off the plan, so I'm kind of dismissing it and going with the flow. You know on the rare occasion I write.
Anyway, so this crevice is impossible to get to. Like they all fall in the middle so I have to shove my arm down to get it. Luckily, I have a pretty bony arm. Unfortunately the crevice is inhumanely tiny. Made for Gremlins I'm sure.
Anyway, I have scratches on my now somewhat sore arms, and my flashdrives are sitting by my side. Faithful as always.
In addition, my dad kept yelling at me for not backing it up. But considering that I haven't had time to write, I can't REMEMBER the last time I backed my flashdrives up (like to my email. although my email is going haywire now. So idk whats up with that shit). I'm pretty positive I did it before my hiatus but all I remember before going on this thing was dying at like 2 in the morning trying to finish Band Camp cause it was pointless to put it on hold.
I'm such a writer, all I could have said was: I found it.
So everyone in my house thinks I'm an idiot and the four people who read this blog also are thinking along the same lines. In addition to: WHY DO I CARE?
But yeah.
Anyway, I'll probably be making a draaft of where I put these things. But I won't post it on my blog, because a) none of you care and b) some gremlins may be read my blog. They can turn invisible...which is what makes them, as Alec would say, little shits.
I always find myself trying to make a joke or relate something to my books in real life, and then I remember....a) no one cares b). no one has read it.
One friend knows about wattpad and has an account but she doesn't use it. And she only read UP (as far as I know) which is kind of sad because that's really not my best writing-wise.
le sigh.
I'm going to go write my feelings.
Peace, love, and Brendan Urie.
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