LostInFandom

I need to stop saving these fracking mini-posts as draft-things in tabs and just write them and post them. Oi vey.


Yeah, not much change, I'm afraid.

On the plus side, I thought about Space roleplay today finally. This was probably productive in some form.

On the downside, I also freaked out about school a bit. So...yeah.

You know how it goes.

I will kill all the bloody bugs in this house. Mergh.


Nothing much to report.

I hope the heat holds for when we go to the beach.

Did you know that the ocean is supposed to have incredible healing powers? Something about "touching all the senses"--well, the five we think of as the 'all', at least, since we tend to ignore all the other ones.

Hm. I could use some of that healing, I think.

So it has come to my attention that summer is truly and earnestly winding down. For the love of muffins, how does this happen? One day it's may, the next thing I know it's mid-August and I haven't really gone to see the neighbors yet. What is wrong with me?


Oh right, I also wrote some more.

Let's see if my format editing worked properly.

EDIT: It didn't.

Let us not discuss why I am still awake.



Or, er, why I haven't written more.

look, I'm just happy I didn't get lost on BART, alright? I have two transfers--two!--and one of them was even timed.

Bow down before your Lord (lady?) and Master.

...Oh who am I kidding. Not crit-failing my Directioning Roll isn't really cause for celebration. Merp. I will treat it as such.

If only we still had cake so that I could properly celebrate...

You guys, you guys, you guys! Guess what, guess what, guess what~!


I wrote more!  I mean yeah, okay, it's only three hundred words, but whatever. Three hundred words, guys!

Amelia and I decided to have a write-in of a sort: she writing a humungous fic, me attempting more nanoing. I've actually started to revise The Plan--which, I assure you, is one of the most ridiculous things to read. I'm not really sure if it's written from my point of view or my protagonist's, though I'm leaning more towards the latter than the former.

I am going to Amelia's tomorrow, yaaaaaay!


Of course, this means BART adventures. I am not getting lost this time. I have two transfers--one of them of the scheduled variety--so here's hoping there's no delays as well as no directionally challenged moments on my part.

I have no idea what we're going to do, but I am sure that it will be Rad As Hell, because Amelia.

And quite frankly, I could probably seriously use the break from here.

These entries are tiny, yet exhausting.


Well, I don't think it's the entries themselves, specifically, that's difficult; more finding the motivation to write them, I think. I'll probably have more when I actually like, you know. Get around to writing stuff.

So I got a filling redone today.

I was for totes gonna write. And then I proceeded to pass out on my bed for two hours.

How do I even do that?


My cheek is still numb. It's been almost six hours. What is life anymore?

man, eating dinner's going to be, er, interesting.

I think I may be the actual facts worst at NaNoWriMo.

Eurgh. I just feel so distractable. I've taken to cleaning my room, actually, following the old edict that being in a cluttered space physically clutters one's mind.

So far, I have seen no results but for a slight recurrence of hay fever. Curse you dust!

I don't even want to talk about it.

A very happy birthday to me, I suppose. I did get lots of birthday wishes, though, which is nice! I don't know, I always feel really weird about my birthday. I don't know if it has to do with the way I am and how I think, if it has to do with always having had to share it with my parents' anniversary, or yes--or even some other Reason--but I've always felt really...awkward, I think? About it being my birthday and all that. Like--and I get the feeling someone's going to yell at me for being woobie again--but I don't really get why people would want to be all celebratory about me. I don't think I'm really all that special and thus not that deserving of recognition.

Sigh. I don't know. I could also just be feeling incredibly moody about various things. Who knows?


Though I haven't written anything new yet (though I did say I probably wouldn't for a while), I think I should clarify that I don't just sit idly around. Well, okay, I do--but my brain doesn't! In other words, I've been coming up with lots of overarching plots and such.

But those, my friend(s), would be spoilers.