[new year resolutions can totally start almost four months in, right?]
I've all but stopped saying anything significant about my personal life, to everyone. I don't know if it's just because my motivation is toward escapism (as I must think of my hobbies, be them RPing or reading or watching television shows because they sound fun), or because I just feel tired after getting home each day and don't want to dwell on whatever it is that's happened.
A few notes:
There are sixteen baby rats and their mama living on my dining room table. She is sweet, and about to get a carrot, and her babies were very vocal all last night. I'm not sure if the run is going to make it, however.
My older dog K.C. started shivering uncontrollably, then stopping, earlier today. I've never seen her do this before. I'm concerned.
My car has a dent in it from where a cow leaned against it. It's on the passenger side, larger than my head, and by the trunk. Thankfully it's not true structural damage, but instead a large indentation.
I broke out my GameBoy Advance SP last night and started playing Pokemon FireRed. I haven't for years since I won this thing in a competition at my dormitory that I didn't even know about. I even found out I won by accident. This is (and was) my first gaming system ever owned outside of a computer. My second is the PS2 bought when CompUSA was liquidating, with Trevor. Our first game bought for that system was Okami, and I still love that game.
It's been sunny the last few days, and that's supposed to continue into the future. The dogs like it, most the time, the cats find it hilarious, and the cows moo like they mooed a few weeks ago. They still make eerie lowing calls all night. I tell you, aliens could just disguse themselves as cows, it'd be just as unbelievable and creepy.
I want to make Sum Weyr work, so I'll put some decent time and energy in to that game. Probably. It's more the fact I think it could be hilarious and fun than needing to take Pern seriously, since the last thing I can do is take something with so many inherent flaws seriously. Having fun with it and trying to subvert... well hell, see, there's my problem. I want to allow people to subvert tropes and stereotypes in roleplay. This would work much better with a small group of friend, huh?
I'm back to being perpetually cold. Actually, it's never stopped. Sometimes I'm adequately warm. Darn you, body of mine, for being so full of low pressure and poor circulation! I love you mom, but this isn't how I imagined myself taking after you.
I love my kitty. Dragon, or whatever I'm calling her at the time (she gets nicknames depending on my mood, "Kitters" being most predominant) likes to curl up to sleep under the covers with me. She'll stay there for a while, even poke her head out to rest on my pillow, before eventually getting too warm and curling up by my head or on top of me. Affectionate felines... it's been years since I've had one like this. Smokey was probably the last, and he liked to suck on pillow-corners while kneading the pillow itself. Poor guy was probably weaned too early.
I have emails I need to send out, and that dreadful, hanging lethargy that makes writing them difficult. I love people, and I'm a failure at keeping in contact. Half the time I can't find my phone, let alone remember to take it with me to work, the only time when it's actually going to work. On top of that, I need to figure out if it's still okay for me to crash with people for King's Hunt, and I need to realize where the last three months of my life have gone. Right now, it's been a blur of passing time that's hard for me to keep track of. If it weren't for menstrual cycles and other people's calendars, I'd swear it'd still be January for me. January 9th, even. Nine days for three months? Whoa girl.
Piper's quote in email of "This just in! Apathy taking over the general mindset! Who cares" (or something similar to it) makes me laugh, since some of the time, that's my response. Usually to little things. Deal with them efficently and at the speed you require, but don't stress on them, don't care more than they're worth.
Then there are the things I really care about, and do nothing for, like the keeping in contact thing. And yeah, if your grammar and your spelling abilities are poor, I really don't want to spend time talking for long. It's mentally painful for me, when words are the only representation I have of the other person, and I'm sorry, for that. I really am.
I've missed so many birthdays in not paying attention to the world around me. Happy Birthday, friends. I owe several of you cookies, some of you cakes, and all of you my regards, hugs, and well wishings.
A few notes:
There are sixteen baby rats and their mama living on my dining room table. She is sweet, and about to get a carrot, and her babies were very vocal all last night. I'm not sure if the run is going to make it, however.
My older dog K.C. started shivering uncontrollably, then stopping, earlier today. I've never seen her do this before. I'm concerned.
My car has a dent in it from where a cow leaned against it. It's on the passenger side, larger than my head, and by the trunk. Thankfully it's not true structural damage, but instead a large indentation.
I broke out my GameBoy Advance SP last night and started playing Pokemon FireRed. I haven't for years since I won this thing in a competition at my dormitory that I didn't even know about. I even found out I won by accident. This is (and was) my first gaming system ever owned outside of a computer. My second is the PS2 bought when CompUSA was liquidating, with Trevor. Our first game bought for that system was Okami, and I still love that game.
It's been sunny the last few days, and that's supposed to continue into the future. The dogs like it, most the time, the cats find it hilarious, and the cows moo like they mooed a few weeks ago. They still make eerie lowing calls all night. I tell you, aliens could just disguse themselves as cows, it'd be just as unbelievable and creepy.
I want to make Sum Weyr work, so I'll put some decent time and energy in to that game. Probably. It's more the fact I think it could be hilarious and fun than needing to take Pern seriously, since the last thing I can do is take something with so many inherent flaws seriously. Having fun with it and trying to subvert... well hell, see, there's my problem. I want to allow people to subvert tropes and stereotypes in roleplay. This would work much better with a small group of friend, huh?
I'm back to being perpetually cold. Actually, it's never stopped. Sometimes I'm adequately warm. Darn you, body of mine, for being so full of low pressure and poor circulation! I love you mom, but this isn't how I imagined myself taking after you.
I love my kitty. Dragon, or whatever I'm calling her at the time (she gets nicknames depending on my mood, "Kitters" being most predominant) likes to curl up to sleep under the covers with me. She'll stay there for a while, even poke her head out to rest on my pillow, before eventually getting too warm and curling up by my head or on top of me. Affectionate felines... it's been years since I've had one like this. Smokey was probably the last, and he liked to suck on pillow-corners while kneading the pillow itself. Poor guy was probably weaned too early.
I have emails I need to send out, and that dreadful, hanging lethargy that makes writing them difficult. I love people, and I'm a failure at keeping in contact. Half the time I can't find my phone, let alone remember to take it with me to work, the only time when it's actually going to work. On top of that, I need to figure out if it's still okay for me to crash with people for King's Hunt, and I need to realize where the last three months of my life have gone. Right now, it's been a blur of passing time that's hard for me to keep track of. If it weren't for menstrual cycles and other people's calendars, I'd swear it'd still be January for me. January 9th, even. Nine days for three months? Whoa girl.
Piper's quote in email of "This just in! Apathy taking over the general mindset! Who cares" (or something similar to it) makes me laugh, since some of the time, that's my response. Usually to little things. Deal with them efficently and at the speed you require, but don't stress on them, don't care more than they're worth.
Then there are the things I really care about, and do nothing for, like the keeping in contact thing. And yeah, if your grammar and your spelling abilities are poor, I really don't want to spend time talking for long. It's mentally painful for me, when words are the only representation I have of the other person, and I'm sorry, for that. I really am.
I've missed so many birthdays in not paying attention to the world around me. Happy Birthday, friends. I owe several of you cookies, some of you cakes, and all of you my regards, hugs, and well wishings.