Another year, another...year. Of rambling
Well, yesterday was my birthday. 23 years old. Thanksgiving, too.
It's been a hell of a month. Ran into November all empassioned and swinging about my NaNoWriMo, and I wound up doing...I dunno, 2,000 words. Maybe. Between general school, stress, my mother in the hospital, everybody getting sick, and three big projects for my varied art classes, this month just wasn't good for anything not involving deadlines or wellness/health.
On the plus side, I got to see drive up and see a couple of old friends. And in the midst of (not doing) my big story idea for NNWM I came up with yet another story/game/whatever concept. Maybe I'll detail it sometime here; really hate having so many ideas.
Got a bunch of well-wishes and birthday shoutouts from at least 15 of my friends. I love you guys.
As for my family...I got 3 or 4 original 'happy birthday's. And by original, I mean 'not forced-me-too "oh it's your birthday?" numbers.'
Fannnntastic.
It's been a hell of a month. Ran into November all empassioned and swinging about my NaNoWriMo, and I wound up doing...I dunno, 2,000 words. Maybe. Between general school, stress, my mother in the hospital, everybody getting sick, and three big projects for my varied art classes, this month just wasn't good for anything not involving deadlines or wellness/health.
On the plus side, I got to see drive up and see a couple of old friends. And in the midst of (not doing) my big story idea for NNWM I came up with yet another story/game/whatever concept. Maybe I'll detail it sometime here; really hate having so many ideas.
Got a bunch of well-wishes and birthday shoutouts from at least 15 of my friends. I love you guys.
As for my family...I got 3 or 4 original 'happy birthday's. And by original, I mean 'not forced-me-too "oh it's your birthday?" numbers.'
Fannnntastic.