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Jun. 24th, 2005 12:59 am
Good things: let's see ...
I took my self-defense class and punched and kicked things for a couple hours. Even though I didn't know anybody, it was still fun. Laurie, my 30-year-old-or-so partner, was a good one, even though I felt really weird about pinning her to the floor. Note to self: I want more self-defense classes.
Also, I've been making an effort to be eating fairly good foods and drinking water as of late, so I feel a LOT more energetic and generally happy. I've also been doing sit-ups and stuff ... they feel good, weirdly enough. Stretching makes me happy.
Also, I put in an application at Mr. Movies, and Mandy's going to put in a good word for me, so I'm really hoping I get hired. I could use the cash and the experience. Plus, it'll give me something to do.
I'm going to start writing my novel in a few days! I really have no idea what it'll be about, except for it seems to be stemming into a lesbian romance novel of sorts, with lots of random fantasy or sci-fi stuff thrown in. Their names are Ari and Fayel, and as I do with most of my characters, I'm sure I'll put them through hell this coming month. *cackles evilly* I'll probably make 'em hate each other by the end. But geez, a lesbian love story--where DOES this stuff come from? It'll probably be really really weird to write, but the idea's been poking me for months now, and it's an opportunity to finally use some human characters, so I'm not going to pass it up.
Elyse's grad party is on Saturday!
And I'm really happy, because I've been very social lately, and I seem to be pretty good with people. They don't tire me out like they used to. I may still be an introvert, but I think I'm either learning how to cope with all the people or I'm becoming more extroverted. Whatever. I like people. I like being involved. In Guu's words, yattayatta~~
Speaking of which, I've been watching a LOT of Guu. And writing.
So Mandy and I hung out the other day. Bruce stopped by. They both tickled me mercilessly. I flailed around a lot, laughing, and made lots of empty threats. Though I did stab Bruce a good one with the plastic sword. Apparently he's been depressed as of late, thinking about me leaving. In a mean way, I'm kind of glad because it means he still really cares and he's not going to leave me for the first blonde bimbo who crosses his path. (As a side note, there really need to be fewer blonde bimbos in the world.) Still, I honestly don't see how a relationship between us would work. And honestly, I'd rather break up with him in August and be sad and miss him but move on and keep him as a friend than to stay attached to him, go to college, either find a guy or find out he's gone out with some other girl, fight, feel betrayed, decide I hate him and never want to speak to him again. I know breaking up is the sensible thing to do, but it still depresses me to think about it.
SO: I'm not going to think about it. Period. I'll deal with it later. Summer should be happy!
I don't care if people say 95 degrees is too hot. Well, okay, it is, but I'd MUCH rather have that than be cold as usual, so I've really been enjoying the weather lately.
I am such a little bundle of joy right now that it's frightening. I can't believe I just said "little bundle of joy"--sheesh. Still, it's hard to feel bad when everything's so good. (Resisting the urge to use a happy smiley. I refuse to use a happy smiley when WORDS will do. You know, the good old English language that chatspeak tends to murder. Hah hah.)
Though, even though I'm happy, last night I dreamed there was a war going on here at home--literally, on the streets of New Hope--and everybody had to carry guns everywhere. I had this little pistol, and this one guy was coming after me, so I shot him. Only when I shot him he turned into this Doberman puppy with a hole in his head, and he fell into a river. I didn't feel bad, though, because I knew he was trying to kill me, and etc. I remember also standing in my driveway and watching the sunset and saying, "This was a time I knew would come, and I wish it weren't here now, but all I can try and do is survive through it. Things'll change soon enough."
Weird dream. That said, I'm still in a happy mood.
So ... I'm off to bed.
I took my self-defense class and punched and kicked things for a couple hours. Even though I didn't know anybody, it was still fun. Laurie, my 30-year-old-or-so partner, was a good one, even though I felt really weird about pinning her to the floor. Note to self: I want more self-defense classes.
Also, I've been making an effort to be eating fairly good foods and drinking water as of late, so I feel a LOT more energetic and generally happy. I've also been doing sit-ups and stuff ... they feel good, weirdly enough. Stretching makes me happy.
Also, I put in an application at Mr. Movies, and Mandy's going to put in a good word for me, so I'm really hoping I get hired. I could use the cash and the experience. Plus, it'll give me something to do.
I'm going to start writing my novel in a few days! I really have no idea what it'll be about, except for it seems to be stemming into a lesbian romance novel of sorts, with lots of random fantasy or sci-fi stuff thrown in. Their names are Ari and Fayel, and as I do with most of my characters, I'm sure I'll put them through hell this coming month. *cackles evilly* I'll probably make 'em hate each other by the end. But geez, a lesbian love story--where DOES this stuff come from? It'll probably be really really weird to write, but the idea's been poking me for months now, and it's an opportunity to finally use some human characters, so I'm not going to pass it up.
Elyse's grad party is on Saturday!
And I'm really happy, because I've been very social lately, and I seem to be pretty good with people. They don't tire me out like they used to. I may still be an introvert, but I think I'm either learning how to cope with all the people or I'm becoming more extroverted. Whatever. I like people. I like being involved. In Guu's words, yattayatta~~
Speaking of which, I've been watching a LOT of Guu. And writing.
So Mandy and I hung out the other day. Bruce stopped by. They both tickled me mercilessly. I flailed around a lot, laughing, and made lots of empty threats. Though I did stab Bruce a good one with the plastic sword. Apparently he's been depressed as of late, thinking about me leaving. In a mean way, I'm kind of glad because it means he still really cares and he's not going to leave me for the first blonde bimbo who crosses his path. (As a side note, there really need to be fewer blonde bimbos in the world.) Still, I honestly don't see how a relationship between us would work. And honestly, I'd rather break up with him in August and be sad and miss him but move on and keep him as a friend than to stay attached to him, go to college, either find a guy or find out he's gone out with some other girl, fight, feel betrayed, decide I hate him and never want to speak to him again. I know breaking up is the sensible thing to do, but it still depresses me to think about it.
SO: I'm not going to think about it. Period. I'll deal with it later. Summer should be happy!
I don't care if people say 95 degrees is too hot. Well, okay, it is, but I'd MUCH rather have that than be cold as usual, so I've really been enjoying the weather lately.
I am such a little bundle of joy right now that it's frightening. I can't believe I just said "little bundle of joy"--sheesh. Still, it's hard to feel bad when everything's so good. (Resisting the urge to use a happy smiley. I refuse to use a happy smiley when WORDS will do. You know, the good old English language that chatspeak tends to murder. Hah hah.)
Though, even though I'm happy, last night I dreamed there was a war going on here at home--literally, on the streets of New Hope--and everybody had to carry guns everywhere. I had this little pistol, and this one guy was coming after me, so I shot him. Only when I shot him he turned into this Doberman puppy with a hole in his head, and he fell into a river. I didn't feel bad, though, because I knew he was trying to kill me, and etc. I remember also standing in my driveway and watching the sunset and saying, "This was a time I knew would come, and I wish it weren't here now, but all I can try and do is survive through it. Things'll change soon enough."
Weird dream. That said, I'm still in a happy mood.
So ... I'm off to bed.
