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So cold...
Jun. 15th, 2001 11:06 pmI love my daddy, but I really really really hate this basement.
Today was fun. Go look at Jeff's journal for details. I really don't feel like writing much about TiTC - I'll get all sad.
*shivers* Really cold.
And now I have that "Touch Myself" song stuck in my head! Aaaaaaaaagh!
(That's my word right now. Aaaaaaaagh! I think it denotes a kind of general frustration/anxiety/hyperness in my system...)
Wanna know why?
Well, Allie already knows. ^^ She and Marc and Simon had to put up with me on Wednesday night, virtually running around and screaming my head off. I was so hyped up on adrenaline/sugar/panic that I was literally shaking so hard I hit the enter key too early. (That was what it was, Chantal ;p)
And... so now... I sit back and wait... either for an explanation... *pointed look and grin* or for the situation to resolve somehow... Which I've decided will be another year. ^_^ And then by that time, other stuff'll have happened... (redhead remembers this scenario I plotted out ;p) Anyway. I'm rambling. But I'm surprisingly feeling rather patient. Or maybe I'm just weighed down from all the foooooood I ate today o.x;;;
Hmm... Yeah, that reminds me... I need a job! According to Serena, she and Mei and I are going resumé-dropping-off on Friday... Heh... let's see where I get hired! I need a job soooo badly. *eyes roll into back of head* Ever since AN I've had less than fifty cents in my bank account, and even less than that to my name. And I need money. Gas is expensive. *July 18! ...soooooo faaaaaaaar...*
I've noticed something. Whenever something good happens to me, I write depressive fiction. Whenever something bad happens, I write happy fiction. Kind of. I was miserable during the writing of Mirrors. Mirrors practically stemmed from a crush on someone, and it's not sad at all. Then we've got my current Seth/Keenan slash (well... actually that should be Keenan/Seth slash... I think... proper etiquette for defining yaoi relationships... geez.), which, while depressing (it's SETH, okay? For those that don't know, he's suicidal), are sooooo sweet. I love Keenan. I made him to be hated but I love him. He's such a player. ^^ Actually, no, correction. He's me except not-shy, male, and black. :P But... I mean, c'mon...
KEENAN: Hey Seth!
SETH: I hate you.
KEENAN: I love you too!
But the funny thing is... he's right... Seth's just really really... REALLY... well, to say too much would be to give away plot to something I hope to actually finish more than just short scenes on, but Seth is rather traumatized, and Keenan can be rather uncouth at times. Poooooor Seth. He's fragile. I love him. *huggles her poor depressed practically-albino suicidal boy*
SETH: I hate you too.
^^;; You're allowed, darling. At least I didn't make you as messed up as I wanted to.
And Rowena... aww, she's a dear. Really she is. C'mon... cute little Irish closet lesbian... how can you not love her? ^-^ And Alaina... of all people... Well, I'm amused by Alaina and Rowena... because I'm not putting them together... Alaina's actually straight. And Rowena has someone else, outside the story. Well, out of the main plot anyway.
And... of all the gods... I definitely hate Seth's dad the most. I realized... "He could have done something and he didn't!" And then I realized... technically... I made him not-do-anything... but... STILL!
Chantal and Allie will understand, I think. Others may not. But characters take on their own life veeeeeery quickly. Like, if I wanted to... I dunno... suddenly make Rowena straight... I couldn't. Or make Seth normal... not a chance. He's my depressed drunk Canadian! ^_^_^_^
SETH: I really, really hate you.
SDALEX: I know. Gomen nasai! ;_____;
Anyway. I think I'll end the randomness of it all now.
Today was fun. Go look at Jeff's journal for details. I really don't feel like writing much about TiTC - I'll get all sad.
*shivers* Really cold.
And now I have that "Touch Myself" song stuck in my head! Aaaaaaaaagh!
(That's my word right now. Aaaaaaaagh! I think it denotes a kind of general frustration/anxiety/hyperness in my system...)
Wanna know why?
Well, Allie already knows. ^^ She and Marc and Simon had to put up with me on Wednesday night, virtually running around and screaming my head off. I was so hyped up on adrenaline/sugar/panic that I was literally shaking so hard I hit the enter key too early. (That was what it was, Chantal ;p)
And... so now... I sit back and wait... either for an explanation... *pointed look and grin* or for the situation to resolve somehow... Which I've decided will be another year. ^_^ And then by that time, other stuff'll have happened... (redhead remembers this scenario I plotted out ;p) Anyway. I'm rambling. But I'm surprisingly feeling rather patient. Or maybe I'm just weighed down from all the foooooood I ate today o.x;;;
Hmm... Yeah, that reminds me... I need a job! According to Serena, she and Mei and I are going resumé-dropping-off on Friday... Heh... let's see where I get hired! I need a job soooo badly. *eyes roll into back of head* Ever since AN I've had less than fifty cents in my bank account, and even less than that to my name. And I need money. Gas is expensive. *July 18! ...soooooo faaaaaaaar...*
I've noticed something. Whenever something good happens to me, I write depressive fiction. Whenever something bad happens, I write happy fiction. Kind of. I was miserable during the writing of Mirrors. Mirrors practically stemmed from a crush on someone, and it's not sad at all. Then we've got my current Seth/Keenan slash (well... actually that should be Keenan/Seth slash... I think... proper etiquette for defining yaoi relationships... geez.), which, while depressing (it's SETH, okay? For those that don't know, he's suicidal), are sooooo sweet. I love Keenan. I made him to be hated but I love him. He's such a player. ^^ Actually, no, correction. He's me except not-shy, male, and black. :P But... I mean, c'mon...
KEENAN: Hey Seth!
SETH: I hate you.
KEENAN: I love you too!
But the funny thing is... he's right... Seth's just really really... REALLY... well, to say too much would be to give away plot to something I hope to actually finish more than just short scenes on, but Seth is rather traumatized, and Keenan can be rather uncouth at times. Poooooor Seth. He's fragile. I love him. *huggles her poor depressed practically-albino suicidal boy*
SETH: I hate you too.
^^;; You're allowed, darling. At least I didn't make you as messed up as I wanted to.
And Rowena... aww, she's a dear. Really she is. C'mon... cute little Irish closet lesbian... how can you not love her? ^-^ And Alaina... of all people... Well, I'm amused by Alaina and Rowena... because I'm not putting them together... Alaina's actually straight. And Rowena has someone else, outside the story. Well, out of the main plot anyway.
And... of all the gods... I definitely hate Seth's dad the most. I realized... "He could have done something and he didn't!" And then I realized... technically... I made him not-do-anything... but... STILL!
Chantal and Allie will understand, I think. Others may not. But characters take on their own life veeeeeery quickly. Like, if I wanted to... I dunno... suddenly make Rowena straight... I couldn't. Or make Seth normal... not a chance. He's my depressed drunk Canadian! ^_^_^_^
SETH: I really, really hate you.
SDALEX: I know. Gomen nasai! ;_____;
Anyway. I think I'll end the randomness of it all now.
