lainey!

writing really do be like
          
          "yeah I'm a writer" 
          *does literally everything but writing* 

oreos are bilingual change my mind

i just fell. on my face. while sitting. i literally was just sitting and then toppled face first off my chair into the floor. idk how i've survived this long without breaking a bone i have absolutely no coordination whatsoever.
          
          and then - AND THEN - my brain had the audacity to wonder why my nose hurt.

not me getting super hyper over the fact that i finally wrote something and talking my nerves away so i can post it then realizing that three of the four characters still need names and my picky self will need the next three weeks to decide on one that i like and that fits the character

the things that fill my mind as i'm trying to sleep-
          
          someone explain the purpose of a hiccup. it's literally the most useless bodily function ever. i don't get it. science make it make sense please. 
          
          on a totally random side note instead of going to sleep like i should be i'm now editing a part of my mess of a story book mess thing so i can write in a section where my presently nameless protagonist (i'm great at this writing thing) also complains about hiccups because they MAKE NO SENSE but that may be enough to potentially finish that chapter ish maybe (and at some point i'll stop panicking and i might actually post it or maybe i'll delete the entire thing and screech about how my writing is trash who knows)

does anyone else get really annoyed by unread messages? i'll go onto instagram or whatever and seeing that i have a notification drives me crazy, i HAVE to deal with it or i can't handle it. or is that just a me thing?

thought of the day- 
          
          dying in a hot tub. on trumpet. 
          
          i really want to play dying in a hot tub on trumpet now. only problem is that i don't play trumpet.

omg there's a conversation tab- guess what now you'll never get me to shut up >:3