I just realized I have nothing to report that's new.

I feel... sad. How depressing.

Well, here's what has been going down:

-foot healed up enough to make getting around easier
-got in a fight over socks
-studied the behavior of more people
-realized that even if I don't express it, I have the personality of a writer
-tripped over a rusty barbed wire fence that cows rubbed on and had to go to hospital
-tried moving a 300 lb. rock with a friend (FAIL!)
-annoyed people to go swimming with me
-picked up more Italian
-became semi-nocturnal

I've also decided my next writing moves, once I finish my other stories.

Song fics and OCs.

I've had so many song fics pass through, its getting hard to tell them apart from the other plot lines in my head. I might just start writing them to get my head cleared up.

I despise OCs with a passion.

The thing is, I've been having brilliant OC plots come into my head.

I hate them.
They need to die.
They won't leave.

So, they interfere with my brain during random points, and I really am getting sick of them.

The other thing is, I get my plots messed up sometimes. If I'm going to be working vigorously on my stories and co-write, they need to go.

Anyways... I'm listening to this really screwed up version of Simple and Clean.

And I feel like a idiot for typing that out... just like I'm talking to myself.

I'll probably just go write now.