So, I have tons of stuff to write. I'm signed up for
avengersfest and
spook_me and have several things to write, but it seems like I just don't have the time. It's frustrating. I have synopses already written for the spooky fics as well.
I started a job on September 5th, which is nice even though it isn't the most glamorous of jobs and I kind of abhore it (I work at a gas station). The time goes by quickly, but I am not an outgoing person, so it is difficult to me to act all gregarious and shit all day. It's minimum wage, but I'm making quite a bit because I'm working over forty hours a week (yet was hired for part-time! What!) and only get one day off a week. Yesterday was my day off. Guess who ended up getting called in, and therefore didn't actually get a day off? Yeah. Me. I meant to write, but didn't happen.
One of my friends is getting married soon! I am very excited. I'm also kind of confused, because he's been with this girl for a little over a year, when he was with his previous girlfriend for ages. I just can never understand why people sometimes marry people who they haven't dated for very long, but have dated someone else for a long time. If that didn't work out after so long of a time, why are you getting married to this other person when you haven't dated them for nearly as long? Maybe I'm just weird.
My bill for my other loan should be arriving soon. Should. Why is it taking so long???? I'm kind of afraid the postal system ate it or something. I need to find some time at some point to give them a call, I think.
Still feeling very blah. Had an interestingly creepy dream last night though. I don't remember what it was exactly about, but there was a haunting in this house and the haunting got transferred from one person to another--I think it was something about an old stove? I don't know. Anyways, this guy is talking into a camera about his suspicions of being haunted, and he has these mounted animal heads practically right behind him. Every time he isn't looking, the animal heads mock him. The lion was especially memorable. Then there was a deepish voice saying....something. I think it was "Help me". There was only one ghost, and only I knew what it was until the guy saw an unnaturally dark baby ghost (I say "unnaturally dark" because it definitely wasn't born that way, and the heavily implied cause of death was being burned in a stove) walking across his kitchen and staring at him. I think it was mocking him or trying to get him to dig its remains out of the stove or something, I don't even remember. I don't remember the beginning all that well, but I do remember it being creepy.
Also, yesterday evening after getting out of my shower, I discovered a little pewter figurine in the middle of the floor, about four or five feet from where it sat on my wall shelf. I have no clue how that happened, especially since the shelf is right above a dresser situated lengthwise from it. It didn't just fall, and it kinda creeps me out.