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2000+ words in on my LBB fic. Probably going to harass email my cheerleader later on how I can possibly make clips of epistolary interesting. Because if readers are like me, they see the writer has broken up the story to insert a letter/message and are like, "I'm totally skipping this."
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I'm so wonderfully excited for Sunday. Because on Sunday, I'm going to Amberly's house and we're going to have a slumber party. Complete with Gundam Wing, Mulan (Yes, Amberly, I'm going to try to remember to bring Mulan), fun times, forced make-overs (this is happening), and best of all, none of my family! Even a small break from Little Brother would be nice.
But leave it to my dad to guilt trip me. When I need to vent about my mom, I always do it to him and I always do it away from her. I REALLY try not to lose my temper with her because she's really soft and it's easy to hurt her feelings. And today, Dad totally pulled a, "I'm surprised you haven't noticed it, but ever since we got home, your mother has been miserable. She never realized how much she hates living in Florida, and hates working for Verizon, and hates being away from her family... until we got home." >:/
Also, I got unintentionally guilt tripped because he's REALLY trying to pull strings so EVERYBODY gets a chance to visit my family up north, and I KNOW it's driving him crazy to make everybody happy and get everybody a vacation, and I'm always guilty about money, so I told him, "Look. I've realistically come to see that Pennsylvania? Probably not an option for me right now. If you wanted to do something nice for me, a few days on the beach would be lovely."
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Speaking of my dad, he got me to shoot a gun today. Just a pellet gun, mind you, and the wimpiest firearm he's got (even Little Brother's bow and arrows are for professional hunters), but the conversation went like this:
K: You haven't shot out your eye, have you?
D: Nope. ... want a try?
K: ... Not really
D: Come on, I've already got it loaded and everything
K: ............ would it make you happy if I shot the gun?
D: Actually, yes, it would.
K: sigh. Fine.
So I shot a gun. And did pretty well, even if the targets were only fiveish yards away.
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I'm so wonderfully excited for Sunday. Because on Sunday, I'm going to Amberly's house and we're going to have a slumber party. Complete with Gundam Wing, Mulan (Yes, Amberly, I'm going to try to remember to bring Mulan), fun times, forced make-overs (this is happening), and best of all, none of my family! Even a small break from Little Brother would be nice.
But leave it to my dad to guilt trip me. When I need to vent about my mom, I always do it to him and I always do it away from her. I REALLY try not to lose my temper with her because she's really soft and it's easy to hurt her feelings. And today, Dad totally pulled a, "I'm surprised you haven't noticed it, but ever since we got home, your mother has been miserable. She never realized how much she hates living in Florida, and hates working for Verizon, and hates being away from her family... until we got home." >:/
Also, I got unintentionally guilt tripped because he's REALLY trying to pull strings so EVERYBODY gets a chance to visit my family up north, and I KNOW it's driving him crazy to make everybody happy and get everybody a vacation, and I'm always guilty about money, so I told him, "Look. I've realistically come to see that Pennsylvania? Probably not an option for me right now. If you wanted to do something nice for me, a few days on the beach would be lovely."
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Speaking of my dad, he got me to shoot a gun today. Just a pellet gun, mind you, and the wimpiest firearm he's got (even Little Brother's bow and arrows are for professional hunters), but the conversation went like this:
K: You haven't shot out your eye, have you?
D: Nope. ... want a try?
K: ... Not really
D: Come on, I've already got it loaded and everything
K: ............ would it make you happy if I shot the gun?
D: Actually, yes, it would.
K: sigh. Fine.
So I shot a gun. And did pretty well, even if the targets were only fiveish yards away.