Four More Days

Oh man, so close, so close, so close. Freedom is tauntingly on the tip of my tongue, refusing to answer my groans for more. It wants me to beg, to cry out that I need it and want it. We're in a carefully aligned waiting game and Freedom does not relent on its timelines. A cruel master, but I enjoy it none the less. On May 4th, it will be mine until Summer ends.

Meaning, of course, that I'm almost done with Finals and am rocking my socks off waiting for this semester to be over. I'm already organizing myself to take my written exit exam, I don't have a senior project, and am completely registered for my last semester at Old Dominion. I am one step closer to being certified to crawl into other people's head and sort through the destruction left behind from their childhoods like a lone survivor sifting through the ashes of the Z-War.

Mainly, I am updating to touch base as I have nothing of value to say. But look how prettily I can tell you useless information! I use adjectives and everything.  I make you want to know that I am dull and lackluster right now. Well, I am normally dull and lackluster, but we will not discuss that at the moment. Instead I will roughly outline my week with excitement drawn on from reserve since I am currently operating on five hours of sleep, caffeine, and coconut/pineapple cake.

Mainly my life has been work recently, school reviews for the finals upcoming, and dishing out that awesome presentation. Oh man, we improv'd so hard, but it was amazing. I had witty retorts for the 'Cop's' questions and everything. I thugged up my appearance and wore a name tag. I got an A so boo-yah mother suckers! Hmm. Mostly that's it. I'm still in love with my little Ninja and am looking for ways to slightly upgrade my little man. Maybe a new stereo, looking for some wicked seat covers that don't exist. I may end up having to make them myself.

Oh! Also, in a bout of random inspiration I have begun running again, though a bit intermittently. I've run twice this week with a pal of mine. I would like to say the first night I ran maybe three-fourths of a mile and last night I ran the whole thing but I am not sure. However, I'll be corrected and can update that information later if its important enough to me. Anyways, I'm slow and out of shape but I'm doing it. Woo!

So, because I don't like the short and breezy way this turned out, I'm going to post a part of a 'prologue' of a story I write in when experiencing writer's block or intense boredom. The rest of this post in entirely irrelevant, much like everything before this disclaimer, only you haven't wasted your time reading it yet.

AND GO.

Wrose is not the sort of person to take home to soft hearted Mother, in her flour specked apron and warm smile. She is not a gentle soul who handles confinement well, and when pressured and anxious, will lash out in any way she can. This includes flailing, cursing, or making sarcastic remarks.

Wrose was feeling very, very confined in the shotty prop-jet barely humming through the sky over the barren, lackluster landscape that remained the same even after crossing the border separating Utah from Idaho. Though, they were finally over the mountains and she could see I-84, randomly spotted with cars, and lots of roaming dots that had to be cows.

The plane was slowly descending, actually, which made her tense. Sure, she loved the barren wasteland that was Southern Idaho, including Boise. However, that did not mean she was an idiot. She hadn’t asked if the pilot went to school anywhere locally, and she was probably safer not knowing. Sure, trusting the state’s education system was a bit like letting a stranger show your kid his awesome puppy in the back of his windowless van that bore the license plate ‘KDMGNT’. It just screamed horrible, horrible idea.

She began to distract herself by skeptically analyzing the rest of the occupants of the relatively small cabin. A handful were Airmen in full uniform on their way to their new duty station, Mountain Home, about forty-five minutes from Boise and further south into the state. Most were older people who all seemed to be flying into Boise for a wedding, birth or funeral.

Didn’t anyone travel just to travel these days?

She shrugged to her own thoughts, figuring not because of the abysmal economy. Plus, she was pretty sure that she may be one of the only people in the world who voluntarily loved the arid southern half of the state the way she did. None of these people were going to appreciate the way the mountains seemed purple in the evening and dawn, or how they disappeared when there was a fog, or the scent of sage in the scalding July heat. Or how impossible free from zombies it was during the winter. No one had any appreciation for the good things anymore.

Granted, she used to hate all of those things with a fiery, angst ridden teenage passion. Except the zombies. But at least she’d matured since then. Now she understood and enjoyed the little things that made others want to cut themselves.

Avoided the Shutdown

Listening to: I'll Make a Zombie Slayer Out of You

Watching: The video above.

So, at the last minute Congress realized that people were plotting their slow, torturous deaths and got their minds right. Shutdown avoid, government intact. Awesome sauce.

I really don't have anything interesting to say. Been talking to a lot of old friends who are stoked to see me again. Also, some of them have that brutal-won't-take-your-shit honesty that I love so much. Those are my favorite people. I love someone who understands I'm a bit of a raving loon, but doesn't accept that that means I have to be a bitch about it.

Oh yeah, moving to Boise, Idaho come December. My mother is in a fit about it, but it's still eight months away. She has time to adjust, I have time to save up money and find a reliable car, apartment, and develop a plan for school that does not involve waiting nine months for instate tuition to kick in. Idaho has this awesome waiver thing that if you qualify, you can pay instate immediately. I think I qualify, so awesome sauce.

Mostly just been reading Bite Me by Christopher Moore, and it's very entertaining. Reminds me of outlandish stories my friends and I developed during high school. A legion of vampire cats lead by a shaved giant cat is sort of an awesome concept when you don't consider too much about it. And I don't.

To fill up the rest of this with something that might actually be interesting here's an bit from a drabble I'm dozing in and out of working on. Also, I'll be writing some parts of a script with a friend and may post it on here. Maybe not because I want it to make to the screen one day. Choices.

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Abigail stared very hard from over the top of her laptop at the baby sitter, who was staring very intently back.

Something is wrong with this chick. She quickly announced to her nightly chat buddy, Wrose, who was some college girl that liked to complain about not sleeping at four in the morning after watching six hours of YouTube smut.

A little ding sound made her look down to read the reply.

Oh? How so?

“Do you have any friends coming over?” the woman asked, her hair too long to be practical as it swayed at her hips. Abby wondered how many times a day she sat on her own hair. She bet that would be an embarrassing moment.

“Uh, maybe,” she lifted her laptop, yanked the power cord from the wall with a harsh tug and expertise and bundled it around her arm. “I’m going to go up to my room.”

“I’ll be down here.” The dark eyed maven continued to stare. “Abigail, have you ever donated blood?”

“I’m only thirteen, mom can’t even sign a waiver.” She furrowed her brow as she responded. “But maybe this year with all the accidents and everything happening. I have an important blood type. I’m a universal donor.”

“That’s very good of you. Giving blood is very important.” Crazy Woman smiled, showing perfectly aligned teeth that still somehow seemed off.

“I,” Abby licked her licks. “I’m going to go upstairs now.”

“I’ll check up on you later.”

The stocky weebu nearly fell up the stairs twice in her scramble to run away. Her computer had received several messages at that point, Wrose demanding to know if she was alright. They’d met once at some youth center thing where older people try to help little kids out. Abby’s mother had hoped someone would be able to talk her daughter out of idolizing foreign cartoon men, especially with one another, but Wrose did not help. Actually, she just added another obsession to Abigail’s list of things to know everything about.

Hey, I think my baby sitter is a vampire.

There was a short lapse of silence on the screen during which she began to batter Google with several questions about vampire babysitters and if they were a harmless breed.

She’s super pale, has stupidly long hair, eyes like she hasn’t eaten meat in months, and asked about my blood. Do you think a vampire babysitter is human friendly? Wouldn’t they have to be to receive call backs and to get certified?

Wrose was a preternatural expert. She could identify anything and explain how it lived, if it really needed to die, and how to go about ridding yourself of it. Abby had a poltergeist for a while and Wrose had a friend cleanse her house and Abby herself, because apparently poltergeists are attached to specific people, not locations.

Fuck.

Then the internet went dead and Abby very suddenly became aware that she was fifteen pounds overweight, in bad shoes for running and wearing her least favorite Naruto hoodie. This was not how she wanted to die.

Touching Base

Watching: Aqua Teen Hunger Force

Listening to: This same damn song that I can't manipulate in any way that's good on Magix Music Maker 17.

So, I got a reassuring text yesterday from one of my coworkers that my store manager quit because of the stress of the job. That's delightful. I love not having managers right before inventory. Of course, I have not confirmed this information yet, so who knows? It might not be true. All I know is I was woken up this morning with a plea for me to come in and cover fitting room. I don't do that. It's not that I don't want to help out, it's that I have disabling panic attacks in the fitting room and tend to become a nervous wreck back there.

So yeah, that's probably not going to happen. I'll walk out first. Seriously.

Anyways. My hair is making me happy, I love it. I'm super stoked with how it turned out, lucky me. I'm almost always happiest with my hair when I do it myself. I think it's just pride talking, but whatever. It's cheaper this way too.

Not much is going down lately. I posted a video on youtube, but it's basically just a video version of my last blog. Nothing too exciting.

I have been writing a bit more lately. I'm stalled on my novel, again, but that's usual when I'm stressed. I'm focusing on my fanfictions right now. Actually, I'm in a competition with another writer to see who can update all their active stories fastest starting March 1. I have four, she has six. Maybe I'll update two twice. Anyways, I already have one chapter done, I'm just waiting to post it.

Also, I'm super lazy and super tired lately. Probably the lack of sleep, who knows? I think added stress of hating my job and worry about school is making it worse. But I'm trying not to dwell on it. I've got this on lock. It doesn't matter if I'm lying to myself as long as I believe it.

Normally, this actually works by the way. I can convince not to be a failure at life and it actually helps. So awesome am I.

I've got another story that I may post a part of on here. My friend Christy and I wrote some scripts together back in the day, and due to me sucking on updates and her being awesome, she's taken over the rewrites. Maybe we can switch up seasons, like, she can do season one and I'll do season two when the time comes. Anyways, I'm supposed to be doing a novelization of the show, so maybe I'll post some character scribbles on here to introduce you all to Andy, Ivy, Derek, Ryan, Blaze and Wailes. Oh, and K. Can't forget K. He's awesome.

Also, I should character sketch out my werewolves again since my perception of them has changed greatly. I have too many damn characters that I care about. Jebus.

Anyways, just touching base.

Sayanora.