WTF is an Eye Tattoo?!?!
"Just when you think you can no longer be shocked by a body modification, along comes the eyeball tattoo"
Ouch. What is that supposed to be? Click the link (photo). Ouch. ew.
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"Just when you think you can no longer be shocked by a body modification, along comes the eyeball tattoo"
We begin to prepare ourselves for the upcoming week. Since i know that most of you don't know the first thing about time management, I decided to give you an early heads up of this week's amazing events.
First of all, here is your list of things to remember:
It has been a long month. October is one of those months were things just happen, and this year it was no different. My birthday, Atmosphere, Yelle, Kevin's Birthday, Midterm Assignments, sometimes it gets hard to keep up.
This month i have joined an international group of writers that have insanely vowed to draft a 50 thousand word novel in one month. I'm beginning to think i may have gotten myself in way over my head. Not in capability, I'm well aware that If i really applied myself that i could do, but more so in time. I have no time.
I am currently:
-Working on what will end up being a 2000 word analysis of Robert Penn Warren's All the king's men
-Critiquing, oh i dont know, a ton of freaking student stories
-probably doing at least 2 interviews this month
-A couple of freelance writing assignments
-A full time 40 hour per week job
Anyways, I'm juggling my time incredibly well, organizing and managing my priorities like you have no idea.
The best part of all this: I couldn't be happier.
The worst part of all this: Work is very slow.
why this is bad: I spent a large portion of my time sitting in a desk. It is long and tedious and incredibly time consuming. Because it is very slow, i end up spending large portions of my time trying to find something engrossing to do. I write emails, i will soon start attacking a list of phone numbers, I do my shit, a and i still have tons and tons of nothing to do time.
As a result, my tumblr gets a lot of activity. As do my fingers. Carpal Tunnel here I come.
Melo out.
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