Woman in progress
I currently have "the death", or in normal people terms I am sick. I call it the death because it some sort of strange bipolar disease that exhibits differant symptoms every two hours or so. Fever, coughing, mucus, oozy nose, chills, crying eyes, sneezing. You name it, the death has it. So I'm going to sit here and write something and hope that the feeling can return to my limbs while I do so.
Other than coming down with the death, pardon me just ignore that lung on the floor, life has been kind to me. I have been making a menial amount of progress in my classes. It's not much, but it's more than I have been doing for the past several months so I am satisfied. Not happy with my performance mind you, but I am satisfied. At least it's better than the burnout path I was on.
I have been filled with a new determination to do things. It occurs to me that the communities around me which I have built up are slowly dying of inactivity and uncreativity. Now this isn't so bad if it is only one community, things live and flourish and then die and that is acceptable, but they all are doing it at once. This saddens me. I like my communities. They help keep me sane and balanced. So I'm trying to inject new life into them. Granted sometimes it is like injecting formadahyde into corpses, it may make them look pretty but doesn't do too much to keep them alive, but it's worth a try to see if the last shocks will perhaps beat the heart of the place into a life for at least a little while longer.
Going to create a blood stained altar for some the LARP acting things I do. It's going to be grand. A lot of people like to worship the religion of love. I'll bring in the religion of hate. I play a hateful, horrible person in the game so I think it is only fitting. I just hope that my artistic skills can do justice to what I want to do. I want to make a pentagram with candles and a skull. And then, in game, I will worship loudly and offer the blood of non-believers to my god. This is brilliantly psychotic. Fun.
Other than coming down with the death, pardon me just ignore that lung on the floor, life has been kind to me. I have been making a menial amount of progress in my classes. It's not much, but it's more than I have been doing for the past several months so I am satisfied. Not happy with my performance mind you, but I am satisfied. At least it's better than the burnout path I was on.
I have been filled with a new determination to do things. It occurs to me that the communities around me which I have built up are slowly dying of inactivity and uncreativity. Now this isn't so bad if it is only one community, things live and flourish and then die and that is acceptable, but they all are doing it at once. This saddens me. I like my communities. They help keep me sane and balanced. So I'm trying to inject new life into them. Granted sometimes it is like injecting formadahyde into corpses, it may make them look pretty but doesn't do too much to keep them alive, but it's worth a try to see if the last shocks will perhaps beat the heart of the place into a life for at least a little while longer.
Going to create a blood stained altar for some the LARP acting things I do. It's going to be grand. A lot of people like to worship the religion of love. I'll bring in the religion of hate. I play a hateful, horrible person in the game so I think it is only fitting. I just hope that my artistic skills can do justice to what I want to do. I want to make a pentagram with candles and a skull. And then, in game, I will worship loudly and offer the blood of non-believers to my god. This is brilliantly psychotic. Fun.