Busy busy
So I've been wallowing in my self-appointed misery while cleaning my room and trying to find all the things I need to pack before returning to campus. Got caught in an avalanche of clothes and towels stacked up high near my dresser while I was on the floor gathering pencils and paint brushes. I was so not pleased with that. It took me three hours to sort through everything and then find a bunch of newspaper clippings that belong in my scrapbook, but have been buried for who knows how long.
Even scarier was the decapitated Barbies I found under there. I wondered where the went years ago when I threw out a bunch of stuff and gave a lot to the Salvi and Goodwill. Now you must understand. I went through a phase when I was about nine or ten when I absolutely hated dolls and discovered the barbies weren't really steady. Needless to say they were older Barbies and if you squeezed their heads just so the heads would pop off. I also did other things to the ones that didn't have popping heads but I blame that on trying to be like the Addams family. I'm innocent I tell you! Really I am!
Okay enough of that!
I've also been writing, but because it's a pairing I'm not used to writing it's slow coming, but getting there. Might be edited and get a new beginning since it's really slow coming but any who, sneak peak ahead!
I knew she wanted to take care of me. She wanted me close by since we had been friends, but even so, I knew she wanted more and that sort of thing I could never give her. We fought together true. However she had no idea of what kind of life I had before the war and I doubted she could understand it.
So instead of turning to those around me I turned to the government pention all of the pilots received after we were found innocent of our so called terroristic natures in the war. I used that money I received and tried to find some kind of decent job that I could settle with. Of course, how could I have known what an up hill battle I would face.
Almost everything I tried, held little to no value for me. The only thing that I really liked was working as a mechanic. The guys at the shop were really nice and didn't mind that I had once been a gundam pilot. Although since they had so many hands working there, I only could work two days out of the week and pretty much used my benefits to pay for the necessities.
To say I was a little depressed would be a blant lie. My frame of mind had gone from having to be on my guard every moment to having nothing to worry about except for the mice and rats that would run through my apartment every so often.
Life pretty much sucked, until a walking ghost caught my eye one day.
So what do you think
dmnurtle? Is it sort of catching your fancy? ^_^; *wanders off to type more story*
Even scarier was the decapitated Barbies I found under there. I wondered where the went years ago when I threw out a bunch of stuff and gave a lot to the Salvi and Goodwill. Now you must understand. I went through a phase when I was about nine or ten when I absolutely hated dolls and discovered the barbies weren't really steady. Needless to say they were older Barbies and if you squeezed their heads just so the heads would pop off. I also did other things to the ones that didn't have popping heads but I blame that on trying to be like the Addams family. I'm innocent I tell you! Really I am!
Okay enough of that!
I've also been writing, but because it's a pairing I'm not used to writing it's slow coming, but getting there. Might be edited and get a new beginning since it's really slow coming but any who, sneak peak ahead!
I knew she wanted to take care of me. She wanted me close by since we had been friends, but even so, I knew she wanted more and that sort of thing I could never give her. We fought together true. However she had no idea of what kind of life I had before the war and I doubted she could understand it.
So instead of turning to those around me I turned to the government pention all of the pilots received after we were found innocent of our so called terroristic natures in the war. I used that money I received and tried to find some kind of decent job that I could settle with. Of course, how could I have known what an up hill battle I would face.
Almost everything I tried, held little to no value for me. The only thing that I really liked was working as a mechanic. The guys at the shop were really nice and didn't mind that I had once been a gundam pilot. Although since they had so many hands working there, I only could work two days out of the week and pretty much used my benefits to pay for the necessities.
To say I was a little depressed would be a blant lie. My frame of mind had gone from having to be on my guard every moment to having nothing to worry about except for the mice and rats that would run through my apartment every so often.
Life pretty much sucked, until a walking ghost caught my eye one day.
So what do you think
dmnurtle? Is it sort of catching your fancy? ^_^; *wanders off to type more story*