QUOTE(aerozero @ Oct 6 2009, 12:32 PM)

Wow the Public Safety guys at your school are jackasses with too much free time.
They're not that horrible, they just decided to be asshole-ish at the worst possible time. At least all is well with my bike--although now I'm afraid to try getting in touch with them to tell them about their crap connection because they might go "Oh hey it's that illegal bike parking girl" and take my bike or fine me anyway. Whatever.
QUOTE(H. Tsukiyono @ Oct 6 2009, 10:32 PM)

The words were pouring out of my fingertips like magic when I looked up and realized I had seven minutes to get to class. I finished my sentence, saved the file, grabbed my books and my keys, and took off.
Class finished, I went to eat dinner, sat in the dining commons with a friend who lives down the hall, and got back to my room. That was when I realized that I was really having to think to make the story progress more, the sudden spring of inspiration had somehow depleted itself over the course of its non-use.
aaaaargh I hate when that happens. :/
XP That's
terrible. The last thing I wrote was a blurb in Word just to get my feelings down on paper last weekend. I had it all planned out in my head but by the time I got back to my dorm and started writing it, I lost about half of those well-articulated thoughts. So now it just reads like gibberish. XD
I totally didn't do my writing homework. Oh well, class isn't until noon tomorrow, I'll get up early and do it then. Maybe I'll even have time for breakfast. OH MAN.
Two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left.