I had a dream where I was being mean to a tiny Shy Guy and it started crying. Now I feel bad and I want a real Shy Guy that I can be nicer to so I can redeem myself.
I really don't want to have to get a new group of friends because a bunch of people I know are all just collectively okay with a 23 year old dating a 17 year old because the older one buys them shit.
I remember hearing sounds like the upstairs neighbor was vacuuming but just doing it weird, like the start the of whirring noise was getting cut off in the middle. Did I dream that? I probably dreamed that.
Now that I've come to be happy with the fact that I'm a little tubby, and even actively want to stay that way, I'm feeling a lot better about my body lately.
The hardest part of waking up for me is trying to get my eyes to stay open when it's so light out. I've always had a sensitivity to light but it sure is fun when it hurts my eyes trying to wake up.
The idea of going from "I write Mario fanfics on the internet" to "I teach creative writing for a living" is definitely appealing and something I'm really considering doing in my life.
I'm absolutely convinced that the AI in party games just has a vendetta against the human player. I swear to god, they help each other out all the time but helping me would be a crime or something.
I have to say, fuck academic writing. I haven't even started my semester yet but I have a really long research paper that I'll have to work on all semester, which I know I'll hate because I hate academic writing and I really fucking hate having to look for sources because I can never fucking find anything good.