Prof: …and Burmese poetry is when you rhyme the last syllable in the first line and then the second last in the second line, and then the middle in the third line and continue. Poets write it when they want to give themselves a migraine.
Me: Guess I have my writing project tonight.
Hey guys, I’m planning to start a YouTube channel, and one of the days is going to be about sensory issues and strategies and information. So I wanted to know what YOU would want me to cover. I’m planning on some sensory toy reviews, cheap fidget alternatives, etcetera. But I would love some other ideas.
I’m in this weird stage where I don’t really like myself, but I don’t really care anymore
*slams fist down on table* I JUST WANT ALL MY FRIENDS TO HAVE NICE HOME LIVES IS THAT TOO HARD TO ASK
So, I’m moved into my new place in Nanaimo, at the University. Everything’s pretty chill, except for the fact that I keep going to my mailbox and it’s empty.
SO!!! I’m going to put my mailing address on tumblr for FORTY EIGHT HOURS and would love if ya’ll sent me something. Postcards, letters, pictures, art, recipes, WHATEVER.
Expect for porn. I don’t want porn.
Anyway, I’m posting it for two days, and then after that you gotta PM me to get the address. And if you send me stuff, I’ll try REALLY hard to make sure I send you a postcard from Nanaimo.
TO: Alyssa/Max/ kreativedragon (whatever you wanna put)
2109 4 University Crescent