Boredom.

I've notice a tendency to get slightly crazier when I'm bored. Not saying that I would claim to be sane when I'm not bored, but when bored definatley get crazier.

For instance the other day I found myself in a very heated argument with myself. I can't recall what exactly about or even why it started, but I was arguing with myself.

That's how half my story ideas get started, conversations with myself. Sometimes after that I can't write the storty unless I speak it aloud, which kinda bites considering I'm not very good at clarifying at who's speaking when aloud, I know who's talking because I'm adding all the other details in my brain, but basically I do just act out my stories. I really need to learn to just sit down and write them down or type them.

Oh! thats another thing, converting handwritten stuff to the computer, yeah it helps with the editing and everything but all in all I find it a nuissance. I mean it wouldn't be near as bad if I'd just handwrite the entire story until its finshed instead of what I do do which is to hand write some get motivated to write again go to the computer to write, end up transferring hand written stuff and lose motivation.

Speaking of motivation, writers/artists block is one of the most annoying things, staring at the pages knowing you need to write more, knowing what you want to write but just unable to get it written. Its like baking cupcakes almost, but not. No actually forget that its nothing like baking, baking is all about patience where as writers block is about trying not to tear you own head off in frustration, which is more anger managment.

However this started out as a post about boredom so let me get back to my originally point, anyway usually when I'm bored and wanting to go crazy with the talking to myself, dancing like a maniac, acting out my unwritten stories, and such. Im either alone home or in a public place where I'm 98% certain I'm never gonna see these people again. HOWEVER today turns out to be a snow day, which means my 3 younger siblings are home today as well (Yes I'm 20 years old and still live with my parents, so sue me. Its only for a couple months more) So anyway this means that I can't go crazy from boredom, which means I have to sit here in silence and just let the crazy build up. Its not fun.

I hate snow.