Fate

Sooo I’m contemplating starting up a philosophical perspective on theology and belief habits with psychological horror elements that masquerades as some cutesy 1940s “I-can-fix-him” fanfic. Dunno tho

BITCH YOUR WRITER JUST OFFICIALLY GOT ACCEPTED INTO NURSING SCHOOL
          
          LETS FUCKING GOOOOO
          (My GPA is literally 3.75 I don’t know why I was so worried)

I love studying religion. Just found out the Gospel of James just randomly goes “POV: Joseph” for like one scene then never again

HELLO I'M PROCRASTINATING MY TWO TESTS ON WEDNESDAY BY WRITING.
          
          Haunting Love chapter 27, titled "Dead Brides" will be up WITHIN THE NEXT FEW HOURS
          
          I HOPE YOU'RE EXCITED CUZ I AM

I AM 100% TAKING CREDIT FOR THE THIRD INSTALMENT OF THE SAM AND COLBY AND STURNIOLO TRIPLETS COLLAB.
          
          Like- you’re trying to tell me that I randomly decided to start writing again, just go onto YouTube to se rid Sam and Colby had any new videos lately, and see that 10 hours ago they posted a collab?! That’s definitely my doing. 
          
          Also side note- they are investigating Sam and Colby’s haunted house, and here’s a snippet from a rough draft of a FaceTime call I made between Tilly and Colby literally yesterday (Colby and Sam are investigating in Canada, Tilly is manning the house in Vegas):
          
          Colby (still laughing): 
          “You burned your toast?”
          
          Tilly:
          “I didn’t know it would ignite!”
          
          Colby:
          “Okay, unplug the toaster. Like—now.”
          
          Tilly (panicked): 
          “I did! It won’t stop beeping! And the smoke’s everywhere, and I think I’m choking, and also- I think I saw a ghost go down the hallway.”
          
          Colby:
          “Wait, what?”
          
          Tilly (serious):
          “I swear. Something passed by the stairs. Super fast. It was like… a shadow or a blur or something!”
          
          Colby (trying to contain laugh):  
          “Tilly… That’s the smoke.”
          
          A pause of silence
          
          Tilly:
          “…oh.”
          
          Colby:
          “Yeah. I’m pretty sure your ‘ghost’ is carbon.”
          
          Tilly: 
          “NO. I *saw* something earlier. In Sam’s room. That’s why I’ve been sleeping on the couch since you guys left. I’m not going back upstairs, I’m serious.”
          
          Colby (definitely not containing his laughter anymore):
          “Okay, okay. But you opened a window at least, right?”
          
          Tilly (insulted):
          “Of course I opened a window. I opened all the windows and the doors. What do you think I am, an idiot?”
          
          A pause
          
          Colby:
          “…You opened the doors?”
          
          A much longer pause, caked in understood disappointment.
          
          Talia: (freezes)
          “…I’ll go shut them.”
          
          
          Like, I’m certain that’s my doing.

LMAO ya girl just found out she ignored an offer into an honours program for a solid month simply because she doesn’t check her emails

BACK ON TRACK! I’m writing scenes for myself of Talia’s childhood to get me back in the vibe and it 100% worked. Just catching myself up on where we left off and we’ll be good to go for the next chapter!

Folks, I’m the drunkest I’ve ever been right now. Laying on the bathroom floor after having 2 pieces of toast, just short of 20 shots, and I think I threw up 4 times so far. We’re chilling on the bathroom floor atm. Had a croissant so o think we’re good.

i sat in my room for three days straight. all i did was stare at my sturniolo flag poster in my room. 

Sorry I haven’t been writing. I’ve been crafting an absolute masterpiece. Literally kicking my feet at the little scenes. 
          
          But it’s mostly in jot-note form. No concretely written scenes. There’s probably close to 70 chapters right now and I’ve only fully written like 3. 
          
          So uh… my bad. But I’m too obsessed to stop. Hope you can forgive me.