Nope, not another CR.
It occurs to me that I don't use this much. For like, personal journal stuff.
I don't mind. I guess. But it makes updates on personal life a pain in the ass. The simple recap lately: dad got fired. My sister and I will be helping make house payments. We hope not to have to move.
.__. I'm horrible at commenting/keeping up with other peoples' entries. /such a fucking loser.
In "Things Dani Finds Less Emo:" Usopp, the stupid ass, decided that arguing with a demon-guy is obviously the best way to keep off the radar. He's great at that. kdsfjdskljsd.
I apped Chad from Bleach over at polychromatic. >___> Damn third person sample, I had to resubmit as it got the best of me.
Oh, and then I was Jet Black from Cowboy Bebop over on dear_mun. Which was a hoot. And then one of the Spikes I was threading with PM'd me to invite me into some guest event at a community called...uh. I don't remember, I'm tired. Wait. absolute_hold? They set up a community just for the event. If I want, and thread well with others and the like and meet criteria, I might even be able to join that community without having to fill out an application.
RP is fucking addictive, okay?
And I've been trying to work on icon-making. << I'm not good at it. Only just figured out about resizing things decently. /fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffaaaaaaaaaaaail
Also. WHERE IS MY VDAY EVENT. I mean, sure, I can live without one and just write fic in the memory of it. Just. ;^; no really, that's it. ";^;"
Back to whiny RL: I don't think I'm ever getting a career. I can't...I can't save up money anymore. I mean, 1700 dollars for a car transmission in December has kind of taken the fight out of me -___-. It's not even that mom and dad are using all my money. I haven't been buying much of anything lately but it's like. I think about it and just wonder why I should bother at all.
I just need. 1500. I can manage that by the end of this school year, surely, and then I can try my hand at floristry over the summer. Maybe a cop-out career, on my part. I don't want to do the college thing yet. No idea where I can get fresh flowers for the arrangements though. At least craft stores are chock full of fakes, right?
Know what, guys, I finally get why people don't allow themselves to ramble when they're tired.
I don't mind. I guess. But it makes updates on personal life a pain in the ass. The simple recap lately: dad got fired. My sister and I will be helping make house payments. We hope not to have to move.
.__. I'm horrible at commenting/keeping up with other peoples' entries. /such a fucking loser.
In "Things Dani Finds Less Emo:" Usopp, the stupid ass, decided that arguing with a demon-guy is obviously the best way to keep off the radar. He's great at that. kdsfjdskljsd.
I apped Chad from Bleach over at polychromatic. >___> Damn third person sample, I had to resubmit as it got the best of me.
Oh, and then I was Jet Black from Cowboy Bebop over on dear_mun. Which was a hoot. And then one of the Spikes I was threading with PM'd me to invite me into some guest event at a community called...uh. I don't remember, I'm tired. Wait. absolute_hold? They set up a community just for the event. If I want, and thread well with others and the like and meet criteria, I might even be able to join that community without having to fill out an application.
RP is fucking addictive, okay?
And I've been trying to work on icon-making. << I'm not good at it. Only just figured out about resizing things decently. /fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffaaaaaaaaaaaail
Also. WHERE IS MY VDAY EVENT. I mean, sure, I can live without one and just write fic in the memory of it. Just. ;^; no really, that's it. ";^;"
Back to whiny RL: I don't think I'm ever getting a career. I can't...I can't save up money anymore. I mean, 1700 dollars for a car transmission in December has kind of taken the fight out of me -___-. It's not even that mom and dad are using all my money. I haven't been buying much of anything lately but it's like. I think about it and just wonder why I should bother at all.
I just need. 1500. I can manage that by the end of this school year, surely, and then I can try my hand at floristry over the summer. Maybe a cop-out career, on my part. I don't want to do the college thing yet. No idea where I can get fresh flowers for the arrangements though. At least craft stores are chock full of fakes, right?
Know what, guys, I finally get why people don't allow themselves to ramble when they're tired.