Because I have nothing better to do. Quite a few of these I've already read, but I will read them again. For science. Anyway, BBC is all, most people will only read six of these 100. I am going to read all of them. It's also related to the 101 things in 1001 days (originally I wanted to do Time Magazine's list, but this one is better, so).
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
on dreams (this time the stupid figurative kind)
I can't be bothered posting this on wordpress. lulz. sup blogger.
Okay, here's something that's been bothering me...well I suppose it's always been in the back of my mind, but only now has it been more at the forefront, the black cloud of sorts.
I'm doing a psychology degree. I love psychology. I always have. In high school I researched it all by my lonesome, because I found it so interesting. In my last year of high school, my interests in uni majors bounced everywhere - but something I realize now is that all of them - nurse, psychologist, teacher - are...specific, I suppose. We need more nurses, and more teachers, and more psychologists, too. I guess I mean that they're in industries, health and education specifically.
Bear with me as we go into gibberish territory. I write. I write in my head constantly, I write on the bus, at home, when I should be doing assignments. I always have. It's what keeps me sane (or 'keeps me insane', which might explain a fair bit). I don't care that I've never been published, or that the people least interested in last year's Nanowrimo adventure were members of my family, who still look confused when I mention 'writing' and why I would possibly waste my time on such a thing.
Okay, here's something that's been bothering me...well I suppose it's always been in the back of my mind, but only now has it been more at the forefront, the black cloud of sorts.
I'm doing a psychology degree. I love psychology. I always have. In high school I researched it all by my lonesome, because I found it so interesting. In my last year of high school, my interests in uni majors bounced everywhere - but something I realize now is that all of them - nurse, psychologist, teacher - are...specific, I suppose. We need more nurses, and more teachers, and more psychologists, too. I guess I mean that they're in industries, health and education specifically.
Bear with me as we go into gibberish territory. I write. I write in my head constantly, I write on the bus, at home, when I should be doing assignments. I always have. It's what keeps me sane (or 'keeps me insane', which might explain a fair bit). I don't care that I've never been published, or that the people least interested in last year's Nanowrimo adventure were members of my family, who still look confused when I mention 'writing' and why I would possibly waste my time on such a thing.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
on dreams. the literal kind, not the unlikely aspirations.
Last night I had pretty much the greatest dream in the universe. I was at some kind of place with a bigass stage, and a crowd of hundreds was chillbangin'. Why, you ask? Because I am cash, and apparently the lead in a musical. So I took the stage first as a principal - the musical was about a high school musical (BOOM) - and the crowd lol'd heartily at my Kiwi accent. Then I ran backstage pulled on a ball gown and in a disconcertingly decent voice led a song about coffee. Except I ran out at the wrong time, and had to play it off all cool while my less talented co-star was all "BITCH WHAT ARE YOU DOING."
Sunday, March 20, 2011
the long, long process of writing a novel.
Sup? Alright, so I won NanoWrimo last year at just over 50k. Possibly the hardest thing I've ever done in my life - especially when my computer pooped itself, and the first 8k vanished five days into the competition, meaning I had to rewrite it all. So technically, it was like 58k.
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