soft rock on the radio

So I know I posted like two hours ago, but I almost died today and I feel like I should write about it.
My street opens up onto a main road, so I was pulling out to make a lefthand turn. Both sides of the street were empty, except for a car in the left hand turn lane who was about to make a left off of the main road and onto my street, but he was pulled back far enough so that I could turn and he was taking too long so I pulled out into the street. As soon as I did, he pulled forward so that he was blocking me and I was stuck in the middle of the street. I was getting really annoyed with him until I looked to my left and saw two cars driving towards me. I started screaming at the guy in the car that was blocking me and he looked confused and finally moved and I pulled forward to finally turn just before I would have gotten t-boned in the face. 
The reason I'm saying this is because at the moment I looked to my left and saw a car going at least 40 mph coming for the drivers side, and I really thought I was going to get my neck broken at the very, very least, I realized that I made the right choice. 


Have a good night.
Love,
Loch.

first floor, room sixteen

So originally the plan had been to post a really epic blog on New Years/New Years Eve, but that obviously didn't end up happening. Instead, I got tanked at a party I was hosting and cried for something like four hours, then worked from 10:30 to 5:00 the next day with the most intense hangover I've ever had in my life. It was worth if only for the sheer amount of really funny stories about drunk Loch, but my only regret remains that I have to wait another 12 months to post a really fucking awesome New Years blog. Also, I am lacking in resolutions because I was waiting until midnight to make them but drunk Loch didn't really know when midnight was so that kind of went out the window.

Writing has changed. I'm back to scribbling scenes in pocket sized moleskines and typing every day. There are two different reasons why that could be and I'm not really sure which one it is, but I'm really excited because the pace is picking up finallyyyyyyyy.

Also, I really dislike rudeness.
Also, I made that one decision.

Also, I have a lot to say and I wish that I could find the words.

Also Also, I really, really hope you're reading this.

<3 my girls

I had no part in the making of any of these pictures.

love,

Loch.

don't disappoint me,

leave all your lovin behind

I hate making decisions,
but decisions have to be made.

I'm typing this on my new b&n nook. The pictures aren't mine, and were added in later.

Love,
Loch.

"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."
-Edgar Allen Poe

what did it ever do for me?

On the subject of lying,


I think, depending on your level of affection for someone, it is inevitable that you are going to have to lie to them. You're not always going to be able to live your life the way they want you to, and you can't do that if you want to be happy, but the point is to let them think that you're doing things their way. If you really care about a person, lie, cheat, steal, and humour them by leading them to believe that you don't, and that way you can both have peace of mind. 


Priorities are shifting, writing comes first as per usual, among other things. I wrote last night and I wrote today, things are coming along quite nicely.
Also, I work at cici's again and literally nothing has changed. Working there is like riding a bike, you can leave for months and come back and remember everything. It's actually a little strange, but nice to know that if all else fails, I have a minimum wage job to come back to which I am relatively good at. 
I'm gonna go shower and catch up on some episodes of L&O:SVU that I missed this semester. My dad didn't tape the Los Angeles one, I'm sad :( It's prob not high quality, but it's Law and freaking Order. The day the original series went off the air was a giant two steps back for mankind. 
I can never seem to make up my mind about anything, and this time I have a feeling it's gonna bite me in the ass sooner rather than later.
I love love love you,
Loch.

money so bright

I'm sitting on the floor of my bedroom in Plano right now, slowly waking up even though it's a little after three in the afternoon and wondering when I'm going to have time to sit down and write. I am considering trying to wake up at a decent time tomorrow, and by that I mean before noon. 
My first semester of college is over and that is very, very weird. I decided the other day that I want to stay in Austin over summer to work at the paper and take summer school, and I realized that means that this is going to be the longest I stay in Plano for at least a year if not longer. I don't really have a lot to say other than that. Yesterday I daydreamed of the money I'll have and the books I'll write and then I remembered I'm probably going to live in a box sized apartment and eat canned beans. 

I guess this blog doesn't have a whole lot of a point, but i missed you. 

-Loch

p.s. at some point I want my house to look like this,

are you brave enough?

I should be studying for my bio final right now but instead I'm listening to my iPod on blast in the hallway of my dorm and trying to imagine the point in my life when my throat/ear won't hurt like a bitch anymore. 
Yesterday I surfed deviantart for a few hours and found some interesting shit. I don't usually go on there but I had heard from some friends into art that it's good for inspiration and I wanted something to distract me from studying, and I'm not a very visual person but I found some pictures that embody a few of the characters I'm using really well, and it actually might change around a few sections of the first four chapters of the project I'm working on, which are the chapters I have written/am working on writing/am currently editing. It's a lot more to work with, you know? It's not what I had originally planned for plenty of my characters to look like (I found visuals for four of them, to be specific) but it's a lot more accurate than I could have guessed and now that I have something to print out and look at while I write, it's going to make things a lot easier on me. Also, I just realized this project doesn't even have a name yet. I mean, 3 and Oddcouple didn't either, but they had file names. I guess I can just call this one FinalDraft, because that's the computer application I'm writing it on. It's the fancy script writing software that I don't really need and spent an assload of money on earlier in the semester.


I cannot stop listening to Katy Perry. I am obsessed with her and her pinup revival. 


I am writing for you,
Loch


ps. I think some people who started reading my blog more recently don't realize this, but the purpose of Classy and Lit is to document my novel writing. Just throwing that out there, letting it float,


pss. Texas girls are where it's at.

roman cavalry choirs

Tonight was spoiled by a mysterious illness that has infiltrated my throat. Not that it was going to be particularly fabulous either way, but it could have been filled with bio cramming as opposed to phone calls with the UT 24 Hour Nurse Line and Tylenol PM. The first picture reminds me that I am not the only person awake late at night, the second one is what winter should and does not look like in Austin, and the third doesn't have a reason.

I played around with the layout a little bit and I don't think I like it. I'm going to fool around with it more later.

I'm sorry my posts have been so short lately,

Goodnight,

Loch.

along the eastern shore

my internal clock is busted.

That is a photograph of what I want my house to look like when I hit the point in my life during which I lock myself in my home and do nothing but write. None of these pictures are mine, again, but I have a feeling they're more enjoyable than a multitude of photos of my smiling face.

I want ambient lighting and time to think. This morning I took an exam then went back to sleep and woke up to a phone call at 3:30 pm. I'm not sure what I've eaten but I just went out and bought some cheese sticks and some red bull and I'm spending tonight cleaning my dorm before going to sleep only to wake up early tomorrow for a doctor's appointment that I'm absolutely dreading and the beginning of a weekend that isn't really a weekend at all.

Yesterday I figured out exactly what course my life is going to take.

I am obsessed with my career. If you knew me in high school, I haven't changed in terms of how I can go into "newspaper mode" (a phrase coined by close friends) as quickly as you can say "print is dying." But this really intense feeling always overwhelms me when I hear friends say that they don't know what they want to do. It's something similar to regret, maybe? A weird inverted nostalgia? Either way, sometimes I wish I wasn't sure either so I could go through college like everyone else, unsure and discovering themselves. Maybe I still have something to discover. 

More editing and trying to figure things out. Things are going, slowly but going going going.

You are my favorite.

Love, 

Loch.

ps. I am the real Loch Ness monster.

my eyes can't believe

stumbleupon

my vision is steadily becoming clearer.

-Loch

I think she knows

This morning I woke up happy and in a ridiculous amount of pain. My head has never throbbed so thoroughly.
Things are beginning to clear up and I feel like I'm beginning to really, completely settle into my college life, which is great because I'm happier as of late than I can remember being in a while but unfortunate because in 8 days I'll be shipping off to a month in P-town to a different world and a different life and in many cases, a different Loch. It's an easy place to live so I'm kind of looking forward to it, and plenty of new friends I've made in Austin are people who are from Plano as well that I didn't know in high school so it's not as though I'm leaving completely, but some of the people here who are most important to me are suddenly going to be out of reach and I don't really know how that's going to work. I wish I could pack them in my suitcase and bring them with me to stay in my room and be there for me when I come home from a long day behind pizza counter, but frankly that's not how my life works, as desperately as I would like it to, so I'm curious to see if dynamics will change and, if so, how. 
College loch and P-town loch are the same person living in two different worlds.
Writing has been relatively interesting. The past few days have consisted of a lot of editing and expansion. Not really a lot to say about that, but it's going. 

I wish that when I sing love songs, dolphins would jump across my range of vision. My life should be a movie. I obviously did not take that picture.
P.S. I think I finally set up a four-five year plan. I am beyond excited.


I want to spend my life writing words that you will read,
please let me?
love,
loch.