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Dec. 2nd, 2001 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbminxOops, I'm still awake. *&$%!!
I have to admit, I didn't get that much done tonight. Which is unfortunate. I might be changing my major again. This procrastination may very well be a subconscious block. If I'm this resistant to actually finishing all the artwork I owe... eh, it just doesn't bode well. Meanwhile my A+ writing project spilled out of my fingers, seven pages in like 2 nights. Plenty of problems though... and I had decided on the plot and done the research ages ago. and the whole reason I put myself through all this school trauma, desires to be a renaissance bitch aside, is so that I could have a career where I would make money, because we all know that graphic designers make money and novelists usually do not.
So what sucked me in was "just a few minutes" to organize my cds. I don't know if I mentioned it, but I bought a couple of 200-cd binders last week, and have been filling them slowly. Since they only hold 100-150 with booklets included, I'll probably need at least three of them (I have two). I ended up filling and arranging... well, a lot. More than I meant to, more than I should have, etc. There's still space left in both books, but not much. But the idea is to make my 400-ish collection take up a foot or so of shelf space rather than like three square feet of floor space. This solution seems like it may actually work. (Then I can be a DJ!. Not. I used to want to try DJing, but I was never in a position where I actually got to try it out.)
I've also been browsing some journals on LJ tonight, places I haven't checked in a couple of months, and man... talk about annoying. People I usually avoid. Morbid curiousity. You know the type. Total opposites of each other, but each totally strident and irritating and self-important. I don't miss my youthful strident days one little bit. I guess my self-important days will continue until I don't feel like saying shit like this.
I have to admit, I didn't get that much done tonight. Which is unfortunate. I might be changing my major again. This procrastination may very well be a subconscious block. If I'm this resistant to actually finishing all the artwork I owe... eh, it just doesn't bode well. Meanwhile my A+ writing project spilled out of my fingers, seven pages in like 2 nights. Plenty of problems though... and I had decided on the plot and done the research ages ago. and the whole reason I put myself through all this school trauma, desires to be a renaissance bitch aside, is so that I could have a career where I would make money, because we all know that graphic designers make money and novelists usually do not.
So what sucked me in was "just a few minutes" to organize my cds. I don't know if I mentioned it, but I bought a couple of 200-cd binders last week, and have been filling them slowly. Since they only hold 100-150 with booklets included, I'll probably need at least three of them (I have two). I ended up filling and arranging... well, a lot. More than I meant to, more than I should have, etc. There's still space left in both books, but not much. But the idea is to make my 400-ish collection take up a foot or so of shelf space rather than like three square feet of floor space. This solution seems like it may actually work. (Then I can be a DJ!. Not. I used to want to try DJing, but I was never in a position where I actually got to try it out.)
I've also been browsing some journals on LJ tonight, places I haven't checked in a couple of months, and man... talk about annoying. People I usually avoid. Morbid curiousity. You know the type. Total opposites of each other, but each totally strident and irritating and self-important. I don't miss my youthful strident days one little bit. I guess my self-important days will continue until I don't feel like saying shit like this.
