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talkingsoupIthaca says they can't raise my bed because they're not accepting requests until the 26th.
*merrrrr*
Shoptastic today. I finally made it to the eye doctor's to get my glasses adjusted. Then went to Borders for Ipswich's b-day present. She's 19 today, woot!
I'm a weakling in Borders. Seriously. It's like my Garden of Eden and the books are my apples. But really, it's not my fault that I didn't know Black Cat 4 would be out, and as soon as I spot something in the manga section I have to look through the whole section, and even though I told myself I wouldn't I came away with three others--the first Air Gear because people are yelling and screaming about it (it's pretty good so far, not the kind of plot I'm used to though), and the next two One Piece volumes. Because I'm a masochist and like my backpack to weigh five hundred pounds and not fit under the seat in the airplane.
Then to Sears for clothes and to See's because--really--and to Cost Plus for other such necessities. I think I'm going to imaginify a gigantic padlock on Borders and not let myself go between now and when I leave.
26th. Jeez, is it really that soon? That's only five days from now.
The fourth chapter of the fic is underway but it's long and sucky so far so I need to change up some stuff. I stayed up till six writing it, and it woulda come out a lot better if I hadn't put on RotK. Just because.
Mot? Ugh. I'm pretty sure I know what I want to do, but the most recent scene is really bothering me. In fact the whole damn story is bothering me. It's the picture of a first novel--trying to accomplish too much at once. Which is so sad because it's not my first novel, and Penta ended up a lot better, at least in terms of togetherness, than Mot. I love both of them dearly and I have no intention of giving either of them up, though considering how my style has evolved, rewrites of both is a must in the future.
For now I'm just gonna plow on through Mot until the place the first book was originaly supposed to end (only about 600 pages from now...ugh...this is why I don't write short stories). It's just a matter of mucking through the mess of the recent scene and figuring out how to transition to the next one.
So much for Snakes on a Plane tonight. Ips told me to call her, but she didn't answer, and I know she wants to do something. No parties, no cakes, she says. It'd be cool to just hang out with her, since we don't do that much anymore. Plus I need to give her her present.
SOAP tomorrow, DEFINATELY!
*merrrrr*
Shoptastic today. I finally made it to the eye doctor's to get my glasses adjusted. Then went to Borders for Ipswich's b-day present. She's 19 today, woot!
I'm a weakling in Borders. Seriously. It's like my Garden of Eden and the books are my apples. But really, it's not my fault that I didn't know Black Cat 4 would be out, and as soon as I spot something in the manga section I have to look through the whole section, and even though I told myself I wouldn't I came away with three others--the first Air Gear because people are yelling and screaming about it (it's pretty good so far, not the kind of plot I'm used to though), and the next two One Piece volumes. Because I'm a masochist and like my backpack to weigh five hundred pounds and not fit under the seat in the airplane.
Then to Sears for clothes and to See's because--really--and to Cost Plus for other such necessities. I think I'm going to imaginify a gigantic padlock on Borders and not let myself go between now and when I leave.
26th. Jeez, is it really that soon? That's only five days from now.
The fourth chapter of the fic is underway but it's long and sucky so far so I need to change up some stuff. I stayed up till six writing it, and it woulda come out a lot better if I hadn't put on RotK. Just because.
Mot? Ugh. I'm pretty sure I know what I want to do, but the most recent scene is really bothering me. In fact the whole damn story is bothering me. It's the picture of a first novel--trying to accomplish too much at once. Which is so sad because it's not my first novel, and Penta ended up a lot better, at least in terms of togetherness, than Mot. I love both of them dearly and I have no intention of giving either of them up, though considering how my style has evolved, rewrites of both is a must in the future.
For now I'm just gonna plow on through Mot until the place the first book was originaly supposed to end (only about 600 pages from now...ugh...this is why I don't write short stories). It's just a matter of mucking through the mess of the recent scene and figuring out how to transition to the next one.
So much for Snakes on a Plane tonight. Ips told me to call her, but she didn't answer, and I know she wants to do something. No parties, no cakes, she says. It'd be cool to just hang out with her, since we don't do that much anymore. Plus I need to give her her present.
SOAP tomorrow, DEFINATELY!
