Never-fading rain
Jul. 7th, 2010 03:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yuuagoI shouldn't be awake, but unfortunately I fell asleep early in the evening due to being exhausted from my nightly walk, so I kind of... woke up now, and now I'm awake. Lovely. I hate it when that happens. On the upside, the walk was a good one, except for the fact that I ended up having to run most of the way because I forgot bug spray and the mosquitoes were fucking everywhere tonight.
Received a package from my mum today. Not gonna' lie, I felt rather bad, opening that. I've been noncommunicative for a while, and I feel kind of guilty over it (as I should). I just -- I don't want to talk to anyone about anything, especially not school. But I know she'll ask about it. So, I haven't been talking. It's a vicious cycle. Regardless, aside from some sweets, the package was mostly wrapped birthday presents, so I set them aside for now. Haven't opened them yet. I'll do that on the day-of.
Haven't been setting aside stuff from friends though, haa. Received something from Minni the other day; a gorgeous Snufkin fanart. Ahhhasdjkf. Made me so happy - because I love Snufkin and I love her art and I love the way she does watercolour stuff annnd yeah. So I had to scramble around trying to find a frame for it. Right now I've plunked it into a plastic poster-cover, but when I'm not feeling so frazzled I'll be getting a proper frame for it, like with the other painting she's done for me. 'cause stuff like this, it's too nice to just put it up on a wall with stick-tack, 'cause that'd just ruin it. Argh, I wish I lived in a nice place, something better than this - then I'd actually bother to put my framed stuff on the walls. Ah, well.
Shit. I can't believe I'm going to be 24. I'd been giving my age as that for about a month now, just to get used to it. Otherwise, I'd end up saying I'm 23 all the way into September, because I tend to forget how old I am. Have to get used to it. But it's starting to hit me now. 'n it's just like, ugh, I don't want to be 24. Normally I don't care, but this... yeah, I dunno'. It's a weird feeling.
On a completely unrelated note, for those who have been following that big long Sweden/Norway fic, When The Sixth Day Comes, the author posted the final instalment this evening. It's nice to see it wrapped up. Maybe now that it's finished I'll get off my butt and resume work on putting together that binder of my favourite stories. I do want to print that one out, but it was so long, I decided to wait. That one and Ultima Thule are the ones that'll be taking up most of my ink, I wager.
... And now I guess I should try to go to bed again. ZzzzzzzZZZzzzzzzzzzzz....
Received a package from my mum today. Not gonna' lie, I felt rather bad, opening that. I've been noncommunicative for a while, and I feel kind of guilty over it (as I should). I just -- I don't want to talk to anyone about anything, especially not school. But I know she'll ask about it. So, I haven't been talking. It's a vicious cycle. Regardless, aside from some sweets, the package was mostly wrapped birthday presents, so I set them aside for now. Haven't opened them yet. I'll do that on the day-of.
Haven't been setting aside stuff from friends though, haa. Received something from Minni the other day; a gorgeous Snufkin fanart. Ahhhasdjkf. Made me so happy - because I love Snufkin and I love her art and I love the way she does watercolour stuff annnd yeah. So I had to scramble around trying to find a frame for it. Right now I've plunked it into a plastic poster-cover, but when I'm not feeling so frazzled I'll be getting a proper frame for it, like with the other painting she's done for me. 'cause stuff like this, it's too nice to just put it up on a wall with stick-tack, 'cause that'd just ruin it. Argh, I wish I lived in a nice place, something better than this - then I'd actually bother to put my framed stuff on the walls. Ah, well.
Shit. I can't believe I'm going to be 24. I'd been giving my age as that for about a month now, just to get used to it. Otherwise, I'd end up saying I'm 23 all the way into September, because I tend to forget how old I am. Have to get used to it. But it's starting to hit me now. 'n it's just like, ugh, I don't want to be 24. Normally I don't care, but this... yeah, I dunno'. It's a weird feeling.
On a completely unrelated note, for those who have been following that big long Sweden/Norway fic, When The Sixth Day Comes, the author posted the final instalment this evening. It's nice to see it wrapped up. Maybe now that it's finished I'll get off my butt and resume work on putting together that binder of my favourite stories. I do want to print that one out, but it was so long, I decided to wait. That one and Ultima Thule are the ones that'll be taking up most of my ink, I wager.
... And now I guess I should try to go to bed again. ZzzzzzzZZZzzzzzzzzzzz....
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.
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Date: 2010-07-07 05:37 pm (UTC)[/bookmarks]
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Date: 2010-07-07 06:42 pm (UTC)It's really too bad. There's so much potential, but she usually isn't written with any depth at all, sigh.
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Date: 2010-07-07 07:02 pm (UTC)/gives you a notebook
Now try.
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Date: 2010-07-07 08:41 pm (UTC)If you know what I mean
Ohoho ≖‿≖
Sillyness aside, that sucks, darlin'. :/
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Date: 2010-07-07 09:13 pm (UTC)I think I need more coffee.
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Date: 2010-07-07 09:29 pm (UTC)... This always happens with us, doesn't it. Ahaha ;3; ilu Tomaaa
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Date: 2010-07-07 09:32 pm (UTC)I guess I'm just far too ~Serious~