Eliot

Chapter Five published! Yay. I might take a short break due to not wanting burn-out, but I might not. Regardless, act one is done. Yay. 

I have finished writing chapter 5, meaning the first “act” is finished. I’m taking a short break because it’s the middle of mid-terms, and my exams are killing me. I will continue working probably on Monday

Published chapter 3 of my little book. 
          
          Currently the plan is 15 chapters + an epilogue. The book is split up into thirds, five chapters in each. I have written the first Act of the book, and am working on chapter six as of this message. I plan to finish the first draft by June. 

Just got a job working at a popsicle stand. Apparently customer service me is super confident. Who would’ve thought?

Guess who gets choked by his 5’1 best friend almost everyday despite being five inches taller than her!
          
          …Me. It’s…It’s me. 

You ever get like, super fixated on a certain thing, so much so that it never leaves your brain, and you can’t help but slip it into every conversation you have?
          
          For me, it’s old Victorian Gothic Novels. I’m on Frankenstein right now. Good book. I recommend. 

You ever question your existence? Ever wonder if there’s ever a point for you to be breathing right now? Hell, half of my family doesn’t speak to me, and the other half is falling apart at the seams. Why do I exist? Why do I happen to be in these scenarios? 
          
          I don’t know. I’m a pinch sad tonight. 

I’m not unintelligent. Really. I have an above average IQ, and I can grasp concepts like a flash. I get mostly A’s, and I’m a (kinda) studious person. 
          
          I’m just a dumbass. Really. I don’t know things that are common sense. And I am the single worst person when it comes to geography. I just learnt that Italy WASN’T in Spain. And that their are two provinces between Saskatchewan and Quebec. 
          
          Who would’ve thought. 

You know, whenever I get really sad, or stressed, mostly because of my classes, I like to hear a little voice in my head. 
          
          That voice is Ensign Pavel Chekov from Star Trek. When I’m crying over the fact that I understand absolutely NONE of my Maths:
          
          “You can do zat!”

Do any of you get weird intrusive thoughts? Like, I’ll just be chopping carrots of whatever, and my brain will be like:
          
          “Hey, stab yourself in the leg”
          
          Or I’ll just be walking around, and my brain is like:
          
          “Fall over”
          
          Annoying as hell.