|This port contains my musings on writing and life in general. And yes, it is one hundred percent real. I pull no punches, and I co-sign no one. Enjoy.|
|So I've been neglecting this little blog o' mine.
I haven't come up with anything worth writing here. everything that's happened to me in the past few days has either made me want to puke, get angry, or shake my head and ask myself, "Why didn't just grab him, and freaking tounge kiss him? Why, after all the time you've spent complaining about not having any male company, didn't you take the initiative and get what you wanted? Man, your brother has more game than you!"
So that's why I haven't written anything lately. I just want to forget the past two weeks ever happened.
And yes Lala, it's different guy than the one from Tuesday.
|So I'm getting into gaiaonline. It has a lot more features than I expected. And not everyone is a rabid Inuyasha fan boy(if you don't know waht that is, imagine a Japanese anime loves story. Yeah. I know.). I joined a horror club. And someone "bought" some expensive clothes for my avatar.
Man, I need to get laid.
|Or rather I hate people who don't pay the bill the cable bill, but it's whatever. My internet and cable was off for a week. I got reaquainted with my Horror/Blaxploitation collection, and let me tell you, it got old real fast.
Well, I'm back, I think. I keep on getting sidetracked by all these little side stories that end up being bigger than I expect. And that I never end up finishing.
That's the life!
|I got new tires on my car, so my never-ending quest for a job has continued. Again.
So far, I've got nothing. But I want to get something at a bookstore, libarary, or music store, since that's what I'm into.
Current work on "Kindred Part 3" and "Coal Part 14: 1st Draft" has slowed to a crawl. I have an idea of what I want to do with each series, I just don't know how to put it all together yet.
|All I needed was flat tire! Now I'm condemed to stay at home until I can make arrangments for a full set(the rest are going to blow too if I risk it). Oh well, at least I didn't have a job when this happened to me.
Oh! That's right! I did! It was my second night on my paper route when my tire blew out in the middle of the boonies. I had to pull over into a municipal building parking lot and walk two miles into town in freezing weather. And I had to give up my route because I couldn't finish delivering my papers.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm cursed, but then I realize that I don't believe in curses. Curses are for people who give up, people who assume that their destiny is out of their control. I've always assumed that the only time your destiny is out of your control is when you're dead. Until then, you are in control, either directly or indirectly.
My car is out of commission for a few days, and I've probably had the shortest newspaper career in history. Is this a good thing? Maybe. Chances are a fifteen year-old car would have broken down on the road sooner or later. Better a flat now than something more serious later. And after all the time and gas money spent into doing the job, it probably wouldn't be worth it anyway.
So where's my head at now? Looking for something else. The hunt continues.
|...but this girl is pissing me off. Let me explain by starting from the beginning.
How many people were actually offended by "Coal Part 1:1st Draft" when I wrote, "This twisted Cinderella story is not for kids. If you are not eighteen, go read a Buffy fanfic or something"? Pretty standard right? If you're starting a new series that's based on a fairy tale, you want to make sure kids don't get their hands on it aas a responsible author.
Well, this girl has been bugging me all day long because I wrote the warning. Don't get me wrong, one of my BFF's is a Buffy fan, but a lot of them tend to be around fifteen, female, with a tendancy to write fanfiction. At least, all the ones I've encountered on this site. Just take a look at the interactives section. If it isn't Buffy fanfiction, it's Harry Potter or Giantess fantasies. Ewww! Why would I want my work reviewed by a freaking fifteen year old who wouldn't know Tennyson from Lovecraft?
She tells me I need to be nicer to my readers. Like I'm going to take instructions from some kid! If you don't like my sarcasm, don't read my work. Sarcasm is like salt to me. Without it, there's no taste, no flavor. If you're too immature to understand that, then I'd prefer you wouldn't clog my inbox with unneccesary e-mails.
I don't have time to waste on some kid. She's only been on this site eight months, doesn't have a paid membership, and doesn't have anything in her port rated higher than 4/5 stars. Why would I take anything she has to say personal?
|...but still hanging on.
A lot has happened in the past month or so. Old relationships have become, well, old. New opportunities have come along. New medications have actually helped me. Some very good things have happened.
So maybe I'm not hanging on by my fingernails anymore.
|...for leaving everyone hanging a couple of days ago for just typing bullshit.
Well, any way, I'm drowsy as hell today. One of the side effects of my new medication is drowsiness. I guess it didn't help that I took a double dose of the crap like my nurse asked me too last night.
It feels like I'm wearing a football helmet, and wobbling from side-to-side trying to keep my head up.
*running from side-to-side trying to keep my balance*
I'd be laughing my ass off if it was someone else. But it's me, so it's whatever.
*rolls eyes at background bullshit*
I'm going out forever.