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It's the last day of winter. I'm a bit bummed out by that. The weather is warming up, and birds are singing, and I can't really stand it right now.
On the up and up, I've convinced my mother to help me submit a story to a national writing contest. I think she doesn't want me to because she's paranoid about everything. She nearly blew a gasket because one of the rules is to not send anything that requires a signature to accept. Quite frankly, I wouldn't want to be sent anything like that either because it can't be left behind if no one is around to pick it up.
I'm thinking about writing about the Grim Reaper. This one won't have a Jamaican accent. rofl
 Boadicia · Tue Mar 20, 2007 @ 05:44pm · 1 Comments |
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Sunday, January 21, 2007
I promised myself I'd stop doing this, but I've been bitten by the fanfiction bug again. If I find that thing, I'll torture it. I'm supposed to be working on original stuff, but a dream I had sort of side tracked me again. Figures!
I planned on retiring from writing fanfiction (especially Devil May Cry), but I decided to give in temporarily. I already have seven Devil May Cry stories, but I now fall victim to number eight. Doesn't that sound so pessimistic?
Anyway, this one will venture into the uncharted territory of weddings gone horribly wrong. Now I have to sit around and think of a series of disasters, including an unannounced demonic guest. This should be fun. twisted
It should start with the world's worst alarm clock: someone jumping up and down on the bed while you're recovering from a hangover. This will probably be somewhat painful. I just don't know for whom.
Boadicia · Sun Jan 21, 2007 @ 04:37pm · 0 Comments |
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Friday, January 19, 2007
It's been a rough day. I had an unpleasant meeting with my therapist, and I decided to cut loose some of the programs the clinic offered me. My case manager and CBS worker will no longer help me out, but it's my own decision. Quite frankly, the program was not working out for me. It was just the same s--t, different day routine, and I just got sick of it. Now my therapist is upset because of this whole isolation slippery slope she's fond of spouting off.
Honestly, I think she's full of it right now. Sometimes I like her, but sometimes she just rubs me the wrong way. At the same time, I don't want to bother getting a replacement because then I'll just have to start over from scratch.
I called my boyfriend (I'll call him Kaos Phoenix) last night and found myself completely incapable of even telling him what I was feeling. It's really upsetting when I can't talk to him, of all people.
Boadicia · Fri Jan 19, 2007 @ 04:09pm · 0 Comments |
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I'll start off with something simple but pleasant. It was freezing cold last night, just the way I like it in January. I was sitting outdoors alone and staring up at the sky. I was thinking about the first time I pulled out the telescope my doting sister gave me for Christmas several years ago. I had to practice on the moon, but nothing surprised me. The skies were saving the best for later. My first practice planet was Venus just after sunset. I spent all day on my computer charting the planets so I would know where to look (the next day I did it in only a few minutes). That night I took a dare to look at a bright white star, and sure enough, it was Jupiter and four moons. I stared at it for several minutes, which wasn't easy because it was moving around the sun. Then I found Saturn, and I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I started choking.
Boadicia · Thu Jan 11, 2007 @ 05:53pm · 0 Comments |
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