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lilithraevyn is just that cool.Jun. 24th, 2004
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Jun. 24th, 2004 11:25 amI have so much icon love for that koala bear icon. It's so perfect.
Weirdass dream last night. I have no idea why. I got up at ... like, 7:30 the day before and went to bed around 2 am, so maybe that's why. Sheer exhaustion. Or maybe it's just the voices in my brain. Or maybe it's just the fact that I smoke the good crack. Either way.
I don't remember much of it, and thinking back I should have written it down when I woke up. It was actually kind of nice. I was living... either in a futuristic enclave or in a space station, and something had happened to give a lot of people tumors. I don't know what. One of those random things where we suddenly find out that something we used to like gives us cancer. Like bombs. Anyway, so then I had to have surgery. Brain surgery. What fun. And it terrified the heck out of me, but a bunch of friends (none of whom were my friends in real life, they were all tv show characters. I don't know all of them.) held my hand and hugged me and wished me luck and got me ready. And then when I finally got out they pushed me around in a wheelchair and took me to a restaurant and there was lots of smiles and hugs. I remember the back of my head was off at one point, but I don't remember what I did. Except be really scared. And then after the operation this guy, who I think I was in a tentative courtship with and who happened to be Simon Tam from Firefly, came and held me and we watched movies together and it was quite cute.
I think Ron Perlman was in there somewhere too. Or maybe that's just leftovers from Alien: Resurrection.
Aaigh. What else. Went out yesterday and faxed papers to the college loan company so I don't have to pay them money till I actually, you know, get a job. Go me. And now all I need to do is get on the website of the other company and tell them I don't have a job. I was supposed to, but it was at this mortgage-and-loan-consolidating place that's really just a pyramid scheme. They remind me of the Umbrella Corporation... from Resident Evil, I think. I swear, it's a cult. And they go "you're hired, now pay us 200$ for training and certification." Uh. No. If you ever get approached by these people, run.
Anyway. So, that's that taken care of until I find a job or actually start getting paid for novels. And then yesterday we also went out to some used bookstores and I picked up some cheap Victorian mystery novels (Anne Perry is my goddess) and a couple Louis L'Amour paperbacks, in case I should want to write a cheap western to go with my cheap romances that I never seem to be able to punch out.
I think I'm going about it the wrong way. I think I need to write a story with a pair of characters whom I really ship, and then re write it as a fanfic of the novel. And then I'll have a romance novel 'cause it'll be focused on the mushy bits and not the story, which is what gets me every time. Yeah. I'll try that next.
And then we went to a friends' and burned shit. And played with the puppy, and met a potential player in the game who I later learned was just... no. Not potential player. He implied he was eighteen or nineteen. He turned out to be sixteen. He reminded me of Jack, from Pitch Black. Only he really was a boy, but it was about that level of silly. Shaved head, trying to be macho, surrounded by people who really are macho, or at least older. Looking around all wide-eyed and trying not to be wide-eyed. I don't know what his name is, so I'm calling him Jack anyway. Assuming he calls us back or ever talks to me. His mother was... weird. She drove him over, as any good mother would when her son meets people from online, and talked about her friends who are apparently in a band and following Rod Stewart around on tour. Huh.
Ok. Today is going to be a lazy day, and I am going to paint minis (which I actually haven't done in a while) and read my new Viccie mysteries. Mmm Charlotte and Thomas Pitt. Mmm William Monk.
Weirdass dream last night. I have no idea why. I got up at ... like, 7:30 the day before and went to bed around 2 am, so maybe that's why. Sheer exhaustion. Or maybe it's just the voices in my brain. Or maybe it's just the fact that I smoke the good crack. Either way.
I don't remember much of it, and thinking back I should have written it down when I woke up. It was actually kind of nice. I was living... either in a futuristic enclave or in a space station, and something had happened to give a lot of people tumors. I don't know what. One of those random things where we suddenly find out that something we used to like gives us cancer. Like bombs. Anyway, so then I had to have surgery. Brain surgery. What fun. And it terrified the heck out of me, but a bunch of friends (none of whom were my friends in real life, they were all tv show characters. I don't know all of them.) held my hand and hugged me and wished me luck and got me ready. And then when I finally got out they pushed me around in a wheelchair and took me to a restaurant and there was lots of smiles and hugs. I remember the back of my head was off at one point, but I don't remember what I did. Except be really scared. And then after the operation this guy, who I think I was in a tentative courtship with and who happened to be Simon Tam from Firefly, came and held me and we watched movies together and it was quite cute.
I think Ron Perlman was in there somewhere too. Or maybe that's just leftovers from Alien: Resurrection.
Aaigh. What else. Went out yesterday and faxed papers to the college loan company so I don't have to pay them money till I actually, you know, get a job. Go me. And now all I need to do is get on the website of the other company and tell them I don't have a job. I was supposed to, but it was at this mortgage-and-loan-consolidating place that's really just a pyramid scheme. They remind me of the Umbrella Corporation... from Resident Evil, I think. I swear, it's a cult. And they go "you're hired, now pay us 200$ for training and certification." Uh. No. If you ever get approached by these people, run.
Anyway. So, that's that taken care of until I find a job or actually start getting paid for novels. And then yesterday we also went out to some used bookstores and I picked up some cheap Victorian mystery novels (Anne Perry is my goddess) and a couple Louis L'Amour paperbacks, in case I should want to write a cheap western to go with my cheap romances that I never seem to be able to punch out.
I think I'm going about it the wrong way. I think I need to write a story with a pair of characters whom I really ship, and then re write it as a fanfic of the novel. And then I'll have a romance novel 'cause it'll be focused on the mushy bits and not the story, which is what gets me every time. Yeah. I'll try that next.
And then we went to a friends' and burned shit. And played with the puppy, and met a potential player in the game who I later learned was just... no. Not potential player. He implied he was eighteen or nineteen. He turned out to be sixteen. He reminded me of Jack, from Pitch Black. Only he really was a boy, but it was about that level of silly. Shaved head, trying to be macho, surrounded by people who really are macho, or at least older. Looking around all wide-eyed and trying not to be wide-eyed. I don't know what his name is, so I'm calling him Jack anyway. Assuming he calls us back or ever talks to me. His mother was... weird. She drove him over, as any good mother would when her son meets people from online, and talked about her friends who are apparently in a band and following Rod Stewart around on tour. Huh.
Ok. Today is going to be a lazy day, and I am going to paint minis (which I actually haven't done in a while) and read my new Viccie mysteries. Mmm Charlotte and Thomas Pitt. Mmm William Monk.
