For friends only. Extremely long and angsty.
I'm going nuts with this move, I don't know what to do. I've lived in this area my whole life. My memories are here, my friends are here, hell I've even got a rep with ALL the authorities here except the fire department. You can't just leave that behind easily. I keep getting a bit moist in the ocular regions. We leave in under a day and I still haven't said goodbye to my best friend or my big bro. Ian's packing, he told me to sit and chill out for a while and post on LJ. So I am. I still feel horrible, slightly nauseous, and like I'm about to melt into the floor. I want to sleep until it's time to leave. I don't know what I'm going to do when I say goodbye to them. I'm going to make a complete ASS of myself and end up crying all over Marion's (best friend) shoulder or something. Nathan (big bro) is probably going to be similar. They've always been there for me and I don't know what I'm going to do without them there to provide their advice and counsel (not to mention the loans, but Ian takes good care of me.) I'm going to be a total wreck all day.
Also, I'm going to have to deal with Radish all the way down in the car. That means fecal matter, urine, misbehavior, yowling, the whole problematic feline fucker. Tonz o' fun. I hope for his sake he doesn't get too bad. Arg, now I'm getting all emotional again. WtF is wrong with me? This area blows syphilic sheep testes!
Also, I have to pick up my backup CD from the bro's house. This contains several things.
1. Mainfiles 1-4. These are the book I'm writing. Uber-important and very private for now.
2. Character Stats. Documentation of characters so I can keep track of people in the storyline and plot.
3. Maps. Maps of the world the story takes place in, so as not to lose my characters in a neverending world or get transit times between place to place screwed up. And so everything stays where it's supposed to be.
4. World & Region info. Details about towns, places, regions, etc. so my ecology, economy, culture, and governmental systems don't get confused. Also helps develop them if you write them out.
Yes, I'm working on a book. It's a fantasy book and I'm extremely self conscious about the first draft. I recently pulled my character stats files off the hard drive of my bro's computer, but the mainfiles weren't there, so I have to pick up the backup disk. But still, the character stats and maps were there.
Well Ian read it.
I was not pleased. ALL the proper nouns need a complete overhaul etc. etc. ... anyway, it wasn't ready to be read, especially not by someone whose opinion I value so deeply. He said he liked it and thought it was good, and I'm assuming he meant it, but I was still pissed. Adding that to the already-stressed state of my emotions, and it's not good. I ended up sitting on the bean bags, facing the opposite direction bashing the sides of the balls of my feet together. The next thing I remember is reading something Ian handed me (private for him, won't say what it is) as an equalizer he said, and then crying and shaking and Ian holding me and we talked and cuddled for a while. I think we fell asleep together for a bit. Either that or I fell asleep and he held me... either way. This'll probably be privatized or deleted eventually, btw.
I don't know why I'm such a mess though. I shouldn't be. I just want to get this over with. Some good may have come of this though. Ian will probably understand when I tell him I want time to write now, which may not have been the case if he hadn't caught a glimpse. No fault of his. Also, I'm probably venting instead of getting all pent up. And I suppose I may (MAY) have Ian proofread some of the second or third draft... won't need anyone but me proofing before then. By the way... opinions on the new "Depressed" icon are appreciated. Yeah. I'm getting tears on the keyboard.
I'm out.
Also, I'm going to have to deal with Radish all the way down in the car. That means fecal matter, urine, misbehavior, yowling, the whole problematic feline fucker. Tonz o' fun. I hope for his sake he doesn't get too bad. Arg, now I'm getting all emotional again. WtF is wrong with me? This area blows syphilic sheep testes!
Also, I have to pick up my backup CD from the bro's house. This contains several things.
1. Mainfiles 1-4. These are the book I'm writing. Uber-important and very private for now.
2. Character Stats. Documentation of characters so I can keep track of people in the storyline and plot.
3. Maps. Maps of the world the story takes place in, so as not to lose my characters in a neverending world or get transit times between place to place screwed up. And so everything stays where it's supposed to be.
4. World & Region info. Details about towns, places, regions, etc. so my ecology, economy, culture, and governmental systems don't get confused. Also helps develop them if you write them out.
Yes, I'm working on a book. It's a fantasy book and I'm extremely self conscious about the first draft. I recently pulled my character stats files off the hard drive of my bro's computer, but the mainfiles weren't there, so I have to pick up the backup disk. But still, the character stats and maps were there.
Well Ian read it.
I was not pleased. ALL the proper nouns need a complete overhaul etc. etc. ... anyway, it wasn't ready to be read, especially not by someone whose opinion I value so deeply. He said he liked it and thought it was good, and I'm assuming he meant it, but I was still pissed. Adding that to the already-stressed state of my emotions, and it's not good. I ended up sitting on the bean bags, facing the opposite direction bashing the sides of the balls of my feet together. The next thing I remember is reading something Ian handed me (private for him, won't say what it is) as an equalizer he said, and then crying and shaking and Ian holding me and we talked and cuddled for a while. I think we fell asleep together for a bit. Either that or I fell asleep and he held me... either way. This'll probably be privatized or deleted eventually, btw.
I don't know why I'm such a mess though. I shouldn't be. I just want to get this over with. Some good may have come of this though. Ian will probably understand when I tell him I want time to write now, which may not have been the case if he hadn't caught a glimpse. No fault of his. Also, I'm probably venting instead of getting all pent up. And I suppose I may (MAY) have Ian proofread some of the second or third draft... won't need anyone but me proofing before then. By the way... opinions on the new "Depressed" icon are appreciated. Yeah. I'm getting tears on the keyboard.
I'm out.