Phoenix.Dabackpack said: 
»Not quite! If I'm writing a story in stream-of-consciousness first person, I want to be able to use past tense narration to describe events happening, but present tense to describe the narrator's thoughts. However, on paper it just looks like a mess. Don't know what to do to make it look better.
Please forgive the lateness of my reply.
Ok here is what I do. I franticly scribble down notes on napkins and scrap pieces of paper which I usualy loose, or I use them to blow my nose, or I accidently throw them away. The few that do survive are completely illegible because no one can read my handwritting, including me. 
Remembering this I type the whole story out in notepad. Then I print it out, hate it and tear it up and start all over. After I type it all out again and get it near the shape I want it I accidently delete it or forget to save and then I quit writting forever and try to pull my own jaw apart like King Kong did to the dinosaur in the first movie. 
Several weeks pass before I start typing again clogging my screen with random sentances and ideas, sometimes whole paragraphs that dont fit in the story/song/poem I am writing. Then I take the individual thoughts and copy/paste them all around and around and around desperate to make them fit together finally smashing the jigsaw pieces into places.
In the end it looks like a story, kind of, and reading it you feel like some deranged babbling old hobo has cornered you in a bar and started telling you a tale which in his diseased mind is unfolding like the "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" you can feel his excitement build as the story progresses. But in your sober ear it sounds like a skipping record filled with mumbled songs you don't know. You want to get away, your eyes dart franticly looking for a way out. But the bar seems to close in on you, it keeps getting darker and filling to the rafters with his horrid smell, his aged alcohol laced breath, it's poison and it's clinging to the skin on your face like putrid oil everytime the spittle from his lips hits your cheeks you want to scream. He just keeps getting closer. Heart pounding nearly out of your chest, you're sure that someone else can hear it above the din, you're becoming frantic and desperate, you can't remember when the story began, what happened in the middle or if it will ever end. Where is the end? What is the point of all of this? What does it all mean? 
Why me!!!