Bleh
So I have sorta been quasi-working on that cloud story-whatever I posted a few weeks back, but it's taking forever. I hate that I've made the mother so flatly evil, and I need to work out exactly what happened between her and Anthony. I'm trying to avoid "obvious" choices for fear of cliche, I suppose. I don't want it to be anything dramatic, but I need to find a way to express that sometimes two people just do not get along, no matter their relations, and still preserve the relations both have with the other family members. At least, I need to be convinced of it. Also, more conflict. I think Beth gets her laptop too easily, and even if I do keep that part the same, I need to cook up something to keep that side of the story interesting. Because one of the mantras I had going into this was, I need both sides of the story, Beth and her family and Beth and the shadow, to stay equal. I don't want to throwaway Beth's familial life for some fantasy stuff, and I don't want the fantasy stuff to not fit with the familial. I'm really just ranting at this time and you can skip to the next paragraph. I've thought about drawing Anthony into the more-fantasy side of the story, but I don't want it to be cheesy or predictable, like oh-ho he works for the clouds or some shit. I need to figure out how the shadow-story ends, and whether or not it gets his voice back. Ugh. I've actually thought about writing out the two sides of the story to completion and then weaving them together. I just don't really have as much writing time as I'd like, what with college starting again soon and working and oatmeal.
This weekend I have my first driving lesson with an actual driving person-teacher and I'm nervousssssssssss. I can't drive wellllllll. I've driven to the umbik maybe twice and stuff but I suck hard at turning and steering and not freaking out every second. I haven't even dreamed of going on a highway or any kind of not-residential street. Waaaahaaaaaa. I'm so frightened.
I have to start realizing on some sort of permanent conscious level that I'm moving in less than a week. Packing must be done! I was going through my old notes from last semester and saw all my doodles in macroeconomics. How I even managed a C in that class I'll never know, ugh (<-is not a fan of econ). There were some really kickass doodles in there, I might have to scan some in sometime. Or not. And then you compare those notes with my pristine Poli100 notes and you can see what class I super-enjoyed. Hooray awesome professors!
But packing! I have typed a curse-riddled list of shit that needs to go. It will be hard to decide which books stay and which come with. I am limiting myself to maybe 10, maybe 15. T-T But I have some sheets! Sheets that weren't hand-me-downs! I also need to buy another sketch book soon, because mine is just beginning to show signs of its fullness.
And I need to clean my rooooooom. There's maybe 45% of it visible. All the mess is centered around my computer/dresser. Because maybe sometimes I get too lazy to put away my clothes. And maybe there's a bag next to my desk for recycling cans. And maybe all my old journals are still spread everywhere from that Council project that I never finished. Only maybe.
This weekend I have my first driving lesson with an actual driving person-teacher and I'm nervousssssssssss. I can't drive wellllllll. I've driven to the umbik maybe twice and stuff but I suck hard at turning and steering and not freaking out every second. I haven't even dreamed of going on a highway or any kind of not-residential street. Waaaahaaaaaa. I'm so frightened.
I have to start realizing on some sort of permanent conscious level that I'm moving in less than a week. Packing must be done! I was going through my old notes from last semester and saw all my doodles in macroeconomics. How I even managed a C in that class I'll never know, ugh (<-is not a fan of econ). There were some really kickass doodles in there, I might have to scan some in sometime. Or not. And then you compare those notes with my pristine Poli100 notes and you can see what class I super-enjoyed. Hooray awesome professors!
But packing! I have typed a curse-riddled list of shit that needs to go. It will be hard to decide which books stay and which come with. I am limiting myself to maybe 10, maybe 15. T-T But I have some sheets! Sheets that weren't hand-me-downs! I also need to buy another sketch book soon, because mine is just beginning to show signs of its fullness.
And I need to clean my rooooooom. There's maybe 45% of it visible. All the mess is centered around my computer/dresser. Because maybe sometimes I get too lazy to put away my clothes. And maybe there's a bag next to my desk for recycling cans. And maybe all my old journals are still spread everywhere from that Council project that I never finished. Only maybe.