I finally fucking did something. Surprise! It is for me, anyway.

Either way, it's been a while. I decided I would wait until I actually typed something down this time to say anything. What I usually do is write something on paper and then never get around to typing it. I have like 75-95% more of my main story written down, the one that focuses on Tyler, the weirdo dog thing, than I ever wound up typing up. I actually wrote all of that out before I ever typed any of it out. I wrote it out again, refined somewhat, and then only typed up some of it, because I'm weird and lazy. I really should just type first, but there's something nice about writing stuff down when your bored. Something that feels less like actually writing something down for other people to probably enjoy. That's the plan, anyway. I dunno. Back to the actual topic at hand, I wrote a story, though it is not exactly any longer or of higher quality than any of my other stories. It only took so long because I only worked on it in short bursts. Wrote it all up nearly at once, though there was about a half-a-month period where I didn't touch it, but only typed it out in little segments. I dunno why. I'm just lazy. I mean, it didn't even take that long in total. I'm just terrible. I also can't make up my mind how I want to do organize conversations and paragraphs. Actually putting that stuff in a somewhat readable, convenient fashion is a plague on my being. I'm probably just going to do it how I arranged it in this story from here on. Paragraphs arranged somewhat by topic, somewhat by length. Conversations do not create a whole new paragraph, but sort of make up a false paragraph within the paragraph, requiring a new line and paragraph spacing to differentiate. Doesn't always work out well, but I feel like it works out well for me without being overly tedious. I also stopped alternating spacing between paragraphs. I used to space one paragraph out and then not space the next in alternation, but that's more trouble than it's worth. It was something I did to help differentiate if you lose your place or something, but it just makes everything look inconsistent to me. I dunno.

I didn't actually say what the story was in the journal. I mean, it's in the title, but still. I decided to revisit Envy, my monster man and puppeteer-to-be. I feel like elaborating on his story somewhat. Dunno why, I just want to. We all sorted out? Good. I'll put the thing up tomorrow, but I can't be bothered to figure out where I keep the thumbnails for this stuff. I might just make a new one. I dunno. Y'all have a good night.


I wanted to put up a weird video that was the first of a set of weird videos I saw from that one robot band I like, but I thought of this first. So, yeah. I'll do that one next, because I remember thinking 'This is fucking weird' in almost that exact wording. Weird how you grow more fond of something if you find out you actually like the people that the thing you thought was weird before made. Bias is a fickle bitch, I'll tell ya.


Lyrics from: www.metrolyrics.com/too-tired-to-wi.....-wink-lyrics-ludo.html
Because the lyrics in the video are flat out wrong.

I gotta lotta people telling me I smell like the dead
Apparently they cannot see that
I'm already walkin' 'round without a head.
I've got a problem with the object of the ongoing game
Set the self upon the shelf
And drag your shell through the day.

(Chorus)
But look at all the stars
We've come so far
Even if we don't know where we are.
It's gotta be somewhere great,
Or am I just too tired to wink?

I seen a thousand towns without and ounce of hot irony
It leaves me begging for aesthetics
Please offend someone sweet in front of me
I'm sloughin' brains (I'm sloughin' brains)
I'm sloughin' brain cells every day
Smearing the globe, my lobe frontally frayed.

(Chorus)
But look at all the stars
We've come so far
Even if we don't know where we are.
It's gotta be somewhere great
Man, I don't even know what you're sayin'
But I can't wait
For more of this to come my way
'Cause you take what you get
And you try not to think
Or am I just too tired to wink?

I stored a cyclops for a week with hard-tack in the clink
If ever he would bat a lid I thought it was a wink
But the world is flush with monocular mush and dingbats to despise
You find they're not thinking, just narrowly blinking,
But never quite cleaning their eyes.

(Repeat Chorus)

We've come so far
Even if we don't know where we are.
It's gotta be somewhere great
Or am I just too tired,
Or am I just too tired to wink?