The Prison of His Days

I went to the Ren Faire this weekend and got a cute crescent-shaped knife. Gosh I love implements of destruction!!

Life still kind of in abeyance. Everything weird. Looking for resources on Middle Eastern cultures from about the Roman to Medieval periods give or take for writing purposes. (Clothes! Food! Legal systems! Education! Architecture! Basically everything that isn't history or religion!)

KH Big Bang fic is at 34k and climbing. Most of those words are shitty and unnecessary as fuck. Second draft is so very going to be a thing. Probably third.

Someone remind me that Vanitas and Terra do not need to kiss no matter how weird my shipping tastes are.

I've been around, mostly. Reading the ol' flist. I've just been...I dunno. Burnt out? Lazy? Around other people all the time, thus getting all my talking done IRL?

I'm back up on campus for the summer, working at the Art library. It's good to work somewhere no one looks at you funny when you smell the books.

It is deathly hot. I love the Science Library. It is full of air conditioning and love.

I'm sucking at writing. Sucking. I need to fix that. I do.

I've also been spending the weekends playing egregious quantities of videogame. By which I mean, last week I went, "Strangely I have a craving for Triple Triad", and came back to myself, stunned and horrified, when the PS prompted me for Disc 2. An isolated occurrence, you say? But then it happened again this weekend with the next disc! I am a binge gamer. It's a problem.

Well, mostly because weekends contain no verbs to perform.

Other than write.

Fuck.

I am such a failure.

Well, that was fun. Not world-changing, best-night-of-my-life fun, but fun.

Now, I'm tired, and my feet hurt. Woes.

I still love my dress to pieces. Screw-back earrings are fun. I might want to start wearing them more.

I have very little, actually, to say, except: OMG too much rap.

*blinks around at world* Doesn't look any different from here.

Except it now has more porn in it.

*does birthday dance*

Well, that test was...the death of me, just you wait and see. Me = fail.

At least the DBQ was fun, and about something (WWI and perceptions) I know at least a bit about. Honestly? I wanted to love it and squeeze it and call it Siegfried.

Oh, and stormflare? There are two dead thrushes, very pretty and not-messed-up, now sitting in my freezer with your/your mother's name on them. You want?

Do you ever get the feeling your life is utterly insane?

I finished FFX.

...

*wibbles*

People say video games are desensitizing. I invite them to play this one and find out how desensitized they feel.

Seriously, it's like Sandman meets Tolkien with a heaping spoonful of Young Wizards thrown in. (There are, by the way, few greater compliments anything with a story can be given.)

...

So, anyone done with the sequel?

Performance by La Petite Soeur, about a minute ago:

LPS: [singing, to the tune of the Barney song]
I am you,
You are me,
We're sometimes a happy family,
With--[LPS sees yours truly approaching with arms indicating either squishing or tickling without mercy]--no great big hugs! None at all! [hides behind Mom]

Such are the amusements of a younger sister.

I have two projects due Wednesday, neither of which have I more than thought about yet; I can't think of anything to write for any of the things I need to write; I have a Latin competition tomorrow which I am utterly going to fail; the Maternal Unit is ill; Faramir can no longer connect to the Internet; and I still cannot catch all the bloody Macalania butterflies!

This is not a good day.

I'm off to a Model UN conference tomorrow. You may hear from me, if the hotel has Internet. Then again, you may not. Like so much else in the world, it depends.

It is hard to write a position paper on combating international terrorism and actually come up with anything new. I mean, if there were solutions just sitting there, wouldn't someone have thought of them by now? Of course someone would. You see the problem.

Still, I'm almost done. There's even some actual content.

English essay? What English essay?

Just when I thought we had something, God, just when I thought our relationship could really work, you have to do this to me.

If I ever meet you, remind me to kick you in the stomach a couple dozen times so you have even a fraction of an idea what I felt like.

I'm in an abusive relationship with my body.