Wow guys...
You know how I thought making a huge outline would make Follow Me easier to write? Well, number one, it didn't. And number two, I thought that making an outline for a fic was the furthest I'd go for fanfic. Apparently not. My copy of "Rise of the Ogre" (the Gorillaz's autobiography) is now marked with color-coded tags and small annotations for my personal MurdocxNoodle use. Erm...
Got into a debate with my dad over console versus interactive gaming. He maintains that World of Warcrack will always trump whatever I play on my beloved PS2 because it's interactive. I informed him about the online mode for Dirge and asked how that wasn't better. He said Warcrack just was. Insert eye-rolling here.
The job-hunt marches on. Apparently, there's some bullshit going on where a co-worker of my father's hates my mother for whatever reason and that's why they've rejected me. So Dad's going to have a talk with them about that. I've gone up and down Main street to find a job and came out with a few promising-looking articles. There shall be follow-up.
Can't stop listening to Nobody's Daughter. Dammit, Hole, I thought we had agreed that Plastic Beach would own me!
Follow Me is calling to me though. It begs to be written but I've got maybe three sentences on the poor thing and that's not very encouraging, plus they're very... Not really boring sentences, but they lack characterization or anything that makes me want to work on it. I know, I should want to work on the fic even more to make it shine a bit more, but I'm finding myself low on motivation.
Going out tomorrow, so I'll say this while I can: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUKI!!! <3
Oh, and I had a dream a few nights ago. Ready for this? Okay, I dreamed that I was working on a painting of a field of flowers for a class project when I realized that I was out of blue paint. So me and my chemistry teacher went down to the sketchy cornerstore near my school to pick some up. Well, they didn't have any, they only had fabric paint and glitter glue, so I took that and ended up making birds on the painting. I guess that was good enough, because I was in the woods relaying the story to Bri and, somehow, we got onto the topic of Kayako from The Grudge. While I was talking to her, she was mutating and losing her clothes so, by the time I actually look at her, she's completely naked, white as a ghost and her aereolas (can't spell that) looked like they had been colored on with a graphite pencil and she made the death rattle and, just as I realized that I was about to die, I woke up. Very spooky.