Guess what I finally got? That's right, Gothic Beauty Magazine. Now, call me crazy, but when your website says you're putting something out at a certain time, shouldn't you do it? It didn't say June--it said March. Mid-March. Not mid-June. That's just silly. Come on, people, get with the program!
Because I have a program, you see. I do. Unlike you nasty people. You run into the opera house in your rags, without a care for who may be performing, and what, and just sit in your peasant seats and laugh. Meanwhile, I'm up in the best box seat (not box 5, I assure you, because that belongs to the Phantom; I'd never take his box) with my glorious riches, chuckling at all the silly little people (because taxes are for the little people, remember that), waving my fan idly. With my date. With a sweet awesome coat and top hat, and sure why not, a pocket watch. Because he's that hardcore!
Pfft, what date? No one will ever take me to the opera.
However, I am supposedly going to the theater today. Movies. Something I haven't seen for a long time. I want to go see UP (who doesn't?) but haven't had the chance yet. Now, normally, well, what would be normal, I'd wait for Harry Potter. It's out today or sometime this week, right? But that's boring. I never did finish the Half-Blood Prince; I got to, like, chapter 20-something then put it down. Booooooooooring! Who wants to read when you can watch? No, I don't see it that way; I just find the books very boring, always have, but read them anyway. And the funny thing is.... I got Deathly Hallows when it first came out. Never touched it. Actually I did, to put it next to the rest of the collection, but other than that I never opened it. How silly is that? Maybe one day I can finish the series.
Not!
Oh gosh, I was just reminded of that annoying woman on So You Think You Can Dance... at least, I think that's it. There's so freaking many on TV. Anyway, she's incredibly tan, always sounds drunk, can't move her face because of Botox ("AHHHHH! AHH! I can't believe I just said that! AHHH!"
wink and so on, and so on. She's really annoying.
Speaking of annoying, I'm messing with my
website again. I know how to tile pictures now, yay! Everyone celebrate! The idiot learned something useful recently. However, I'm still working with it; I need to enlarge the "About Me" picture so it doesn't repeat so much on the page, and the "Bloody Moon" page. But I love the landing graphic. Made it meself! Yes, I said meself. You have to say it with a bit of an Irish accent, then it's okay. Because being Irish makes everything okay. Nooo, being English (like, England English) or French makes everything okay. Because those light British accents and those silly Frenchies.... yeah, that's all I'll say.
See? I'm kinda girlie! You just have to get me on the right subjects.
But I love being... well, I'm not a tomboy exactly (why are they called tomboys?), since I don't run around doing incredibly guy things and pal around with guys, but I'm still kinda... guy-ish. I dunno. I just count it as being indifferent. But seriously. Oooo, Hannah Montana is having a concert. So? Oh, do you believe she's coming around here in NOVEMBER and they're selling tickets NOW? What the heck? But anyway.... Zac Efron just crapped his pants and is selling them on eBay--why do I care? The Jonas Brothers are taking off their purity rings... um? I just don't get it.
So I don't like pink, purple, dresses (okay, I kinda like them, and still wouldn't mind a jersey shirt dress), basically any kind of man (I take half that back, because of my secret
itty-bitty crush on Chace Crawford--he's pretty!), especially guys who look or act like "Douche" is their middle name, and all the things that make women, women.
Yet.
I love fashion--I want to go to New York JUST for the stores in the Upper East side. I love what are essentially called "chick cars." That whole Chace Crawford thing (I don't gush or fangirl over him, I just think he's extremely pretty--in the right light). And I have boobs. Big ones.
Still, my love for guy things wins. I've always been the girl who wanted to play with GI Joes instead of Barbies (but I still have half my closet full of their crap), wanted to play with worms in the dirt. I know video games are considered unisex anymore but you still have the girlie games (the Imagine crap Nintendo is trying to sell) and guy games (ummm.... basically anything that's on the Xbox 360?), so I don't think it's completely clicked. I adore video games. Give me some FPS goodness or RPG (no turn-base, kthnxbai
talk2hand ), maybe a racing game every now and then, and I'm good.
Now that I'm thinking about it--give me
anything that keeps my hands busy. They seriously are never still. Always doing something. Not kidding. Even in a car my hands are constantly moving, either writing or playing with my MP3 player (heck yeah I write in the car; when you do it for so long and have your roads memorized, and know how fast your driver takes those roads, it's incredibly easy). When my hands are moving I'm happy. I write, I turn pages, I tap melodies on the tabletop--anything. And that's okay with me. I've yet to get a complaint about my constant fidgeting so I guess it doesn't bother anyone, either. Oh, did I mention that my having shotgun is intolerable? I play with the radio and no song gets more than 10 seconds before I'm turning it again. Why? Because I know every song on the radio--"I don't like it." If it's not a melody I recognize, or someone else recognizes, it's gone. Unless someone wants to listen to country or rap, because it's still gone. Only thing allowed in our cars? Metal, rock (real rock, not the new crap, and certainly not alternative), 70s rock, not too much 80s rock since that's when the hair metal moved in. Anything that shows actual skill in the music.
That means absolutely NO Nirvana.
And no Stairway.
Ohoho, just kidding. There's no sign around here.
How about some Kashmir?
Mm, thinking of Ocean's. Good stuff. Alright, well, I think I... wait, nope, got it.
THISFUNKI'MINJUSTCAN'TBEDIMMED!
What? I feel like Louis from Family Guy. "Pffft... chhh... whaaa?" You know how she is. "Brian, he's knocking at the back door. Should I let him in? I'mma scared!" How romantic is
that? Flaming.
FLAMINGGAYRAINBOWS!
Right. This funk. Since I hit chapter eight of what is now known as "To the Other Side" (title to change at a moment's notice), which is around the 150 page mark, I have a hit a loooooong, deeeeeeeep, looooooooow funk. Which makes me want to replace that "n" with "c" and just scream it out. Seriously. 150 pages and I'm... stuck! That's the only word I have. The only word available. And you know when I'm stuck because I have a terrible time talking. My thesaurus gets short; I have a hard time thinking of really big words to replace something I've used ten thousand times already on the page. Because that's the secret to writing--big words.
Wait... what's that "Splice" button for? Oh gosh, should I cli--wait, I was on a different track. Let's finish that first. By the way, new mock cover for this story is at my website on its page. GO SEE! IT'S PRETTY!
Right. Chloe sucks. Because I've learned, and I told myself this before and I'm going to live by it: Too much past tense makes not enough sense. I don't know what the deal is but I can't seem to keep things present. I don't live in their heads anymore, and I started noticing it with Alicia a while back (pfft! Alicia who?). I'm not
them anymore, I'm
me. And me is a terrible person, I should know; I and myself have to live with her. Which is me. Because I and myself are different parts--but that's a story for a different time. Anyway, used to, I'd get right in the character's head and we'd write the story together. Now it seems I'm an omnipresent force within the world, observing, and writing what I see. That's not what I want. I want the actual actions. ACTION I SAY!
But that probably won't happen. Because of all this.... It was school! Oh my gosh, I never even thought of that! Does anyone have time traveling powers, a machine, maybe? It all started when I turned in Thought Dwellers for sci-fi, unfinished, unpolished. It's like a nasty wart at the moment. I have the beginning, I have the end and the afterward, but no middle. It was around that time that Chloe went down. Funk, funk, funk! Yeah, you know what I'm saying. That thing, before, with the arrangement. I'd type it but then I'll feel dirty x3
But yeah, that was it. I had to share my writing, again, but this time it wasn't planned, it wasn't polished. I didn't like it. This is my brain's way of getting back at my fingers. My body is betraying my body by killing the people who live in my head! At least, I think they still live there; I think they just camp out now, more or less. Either way... funk. I'm done here.