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made charm bracelets to rep two of my favorite tragic sapphics 🩷💚
I swear that finals simultaneously makes us the most human and most inhuman we ever are.
Because you might really love what you’re studying! And it’s such a struggle to be pulling late nights, burning out, tired eyes and a tired mind and the cold setting in earlier and earlier these days. It’s a lot. Especially when you want to enjoy the projects you’re doing, know you’re capable of it, but the exhaustion just takes away your capacity to love the work. It’s a helpless feeling, and it wears you down like nothing else.
But also, the little moments just get so much sweeter. When your breaks are shorter, you have to squeeze more goodness into them. And so breaks from work are for important things. They’re for making peppermint hot chocolate with marshmallows in it, and every moment you’re making the drink is a moment you’re not working—so you savor the ritual of the stirring the mint in your cup, of measuring the chocolate, watching the marshmallows bob. Breaks are for sleep, and it feels so nice to get in bed, to be warm, when December rattles your windows. Early mornings are a distant thought when it’s 3am and your sheets are soft. And breaks are for dancing with your roommates, impromptu, all of you in pajamas. And even if none of you know how to dance, and you’ll be back to work in a song or two, and it’s so so late at night, it’s good. Maybe you’re a little too burnt out to call it feeling alive, but you feel human, and you think that’s almost as good.
The main failing of Hocus Pocus (1993) is the fact that the witches are so much more compelling than the main characters, so I nearly end up rooting for the bad guys because the main trio is just so dull.
Three days into doing Nanowrimo with a friend, and I have decided I never want to go back to doing it alone again. Having someone to write with is so much fun. I love being able to message someone about when I’m going to write, and how far I’ve gotten, and have someone send me updates back!! I love getting to be invested in more than just my own story! My writing buddy and I are in different cities, our writing styles are drastically different, and we’re each struggling with different aspects of nanowrimo more than others. But why should writing be a solitary quest into the wild, when journeys are so much more warm and joyful with friends?
Currently outlining four essays and a short story at once. I’m just hopping between different pages in my browser—every time I lose focus on one, I switch to the other. Also currently in the middle of three different books (four if you count the one I’m reading for school). ADHD academia is just multitasking a comically absurd amount in order to get anything done.
Hehehe I have convinced one of my friends to do nanowrimo this year with me, so now I have an accountability buddy AND someone to shout to when word count is killing me :-)
It’s the cluttered desk life for me
Halfway through Nanowrimo, and I think I’m going to start posting updates, if only to motivate myself to keep up, and maybe keep a consistent schedule instead of writing off and on throughout the month. My goal is a thousand words a day, and then the minimum goal is to write at least five hundred a day. I’m meeting my minimum plus a bit, currently-and I’m hoping to get my count closer to the higher goal than the lower one this week. Wish me luck!