OH LOOK, SOMETHING THAT'S NOT A PLACEHOLDER.
Hello LiveJournal, it's been a while, hasn't it?
Sorry to anyone on my f-list who's just now seeing me pop-up and thinking "who the fuck is this - where the fuck have they been?" Let's start again: I'm Rebecca. We probably went to school together at some point. Whatever, I stopped updating because I just stopped caring. Also, college. College was waaaaay more fun than writing on my LJ ever was. Then I found more interesting comms on LJ and decided to come back.
But then I saw the last post that I made about my then-BF and decided it was time for some much needed cleaning up.
So I went through and manually deleted all my entries. All of them. And I realized exactly what kind of whiny shithead I was as a teen (seriously, how the fuck did you people tolerate me). Oh and that depression shit? Hypothyroidism. Mmm. Mm. Nothing like having your endocrine glands working for crap.
I got a huge effing migrane headache from going through page by page and tossing those things.
But I'm better now. Actually I'm just killing time between now, dinner and actually finishing up my NaNo novel. Did I mention I did NaNoWriMo this year? Yeah, kinda won, too. Won, as in I met the 50k mark, not actually finished the fucking thing.
For anyone who asks, it's the same story I've been working on since goddamn middle school. This is easily the third, no fourth, rewrite I've attempted and I might actually finish this one. I'm proud of myself, actually. It's less crappy, and I stuck with it after all this damn time.
So see you when I have something more to say.
Sorry to anyone on my f-list who's just now seeing me pop-up and thinking "who the fuck is this - where the fuck have they been?" Let's start again: I'm Rebecca. We probably went to school together at some point. Whatever, I stopped updating because I just stopped caring. Also, college. College was waaaaay more fun than writing on my LJ ever was. Then I found more interesting comms on LJ and decided to come back.
But then I saw the last post that I made about my then-BF and decided it was time for some much needed cleaning up.
So I went through and manually deleted all my entries. All of them. And I realized exactly what kind of whiny shithead I was as a teen (seriously, how the fuck did you people tolerate me). Oh and that depression shit? Hypothyroidism. Mmm. Mm. Nothing like having your endocrine glands working for crap.
I got a huge effing migrane headache from going through page by page and tossing those things.
But I'm better now. Actually I'm just killing time between now, dinner and actually finishing up my NaNo novel. Did I mention I did NaNoWriMo this year? Yeah, kinda won, too. Won, as in I met the 50k mark, not actually finished the fucking thing.
For anyone who asks, it's the same story I've been working on since goddamn middle school. This is easily the third, no fourth, rewrite I've attempted and I might actually finish this one. I'm proud of myself, actually. It's less crappy, and I stuck with it after all this damn time.
So see you when I have something more to say.