I feel good!
Today is a good day!
Well, it didn't start out that way, but....well I'm getting a head of myself.
Okay, first I'm in love. Like really, really in love. Like I can't stop smiling and laughing and acting all around retarded and I would feel stupid, except I'm like so incredibly happy I can't muster up the proper feelings of shame. No, there's no man. No woman either. The thing is, I'm in love with writing. Which sounds ridiculous, I know. But I've started a project for the holidays and I'm losing myself in it and oh my god, do you have any idea how long it's been since I've been able to attack a blank page and put things down on it without having to force it? I mean it's all coming together, the characters and the motivations and it's telling the story to me. I mean I want to know how it turns out more than anyone else, because I have no idea what's going to happen next. And this is what I love about writing. Not the chore of it, but the want to of it. The discovery of it. I've never really been in love with another person, but I'm hoping it's something like this. And do you know how awesome it is to feel about writing like this? Like maybe it really is something I'm supposed to be doing. I've been laughing at inside jokes with myself for over two days. Is that natural? Isn't insanity a sign of genius? Cause I'd rather feel like a genius than insane.
Anyway, so this morning I got woken up at nine after going to sleep at five and it was this annoying guy from work who considers me his personal taxi. He asked for a ride when we were in training and I complied to help him out, and ever since I've had to give him rides to and from work at least twice a week. I've also given him cigarette and laundry money with the promises of being paid back and haven't had a penny to show for it. Anyway, so today he asked me if I could pick him up and take him to the Navy recruitment thing at the mall. Apparently he's decided to join the Navy. And I know it's wrong to willingly want someone to leave town, but if I could, I'd pack his bags. He annoys the crap out of me. The rides are just icing on the cake. Anyway, I finally got up enough nerve to tell him that I couldn't give him any more rides, which is a HUGE thing for me (I have doormat tattooed on my forehead). And he said okay. Like he didn't make a big deal about it at all and it was such a relief. Though I meant it and I don't think he knows it yet.
Also I went on a Best Buy shopping spree and got a cable for my digital camera and computer. I also bought Sister Hazel (wtf? I thought they were done for!), Ray LaMontagne (omg, he's white and hippiesh looking! I love white boys with soul <3) and Corinne Bailey Rae (Impulse buy, $9.99). Also I bought Landon Pigg a week ago and have had his song, "Sailed On" on repeat ever since. Download it. If I can figure out how to do the links thing I'll put it up for you guys.
So that's that. I'm working and standing up for myself and getting ready to spend a fancy night in a hotel in San Antonio to celebrate my baby sister's and mother's birthday next weekend. And I'm writing again. Which is an awesome, awesome feeling.
PS. For Christmas, I'd really really love some icons. Not icon space, just icons period. Does anyone have any they can donate?
Well, it didn't start out that way, but....well I'm getting a head of myself.
Okay, first I'm in love. Like really, really in love. Like I can't stop smiling and laughing and acting all around retarded and I would feel stupid, except I'm like so incredibly happy I can't muster up the proper feelings of shame. No, there's no man. No woman either. The thing is, I'm in love with writing. Which sounds ridiculous, I know. But I've started a project for the holidays and I'm losing myself in it and oh my god, do you have any idea how long it's been since I've been able to attack a blank page and put things down on it without having to force it? I mean it's all coming together, the characters and the motivations and it's telling the story to me. I mean I want to know how it turns out more than anyone else, because I have no idea what's going to happen next. And this is what I love about writing. Not the chore of it, but the want to of it. The discovery of it. I've never really been in love with another person, but I'm hoping it's something like this. And do you know how awesome it is to feel about writing like this? Like maybe it really is something I'm supposed to be doing. I've been laughing at inside jokes with myself for over two days. Is that natural? Isn't insanity a sign of genius? Cause I'd rather feel like a genius than insane.
Anyway, so this morning I got woken up at nine after going to sleep at five and it was this annoying guy from work who considers me his personal taxi. He asked for a ride when we were in training and I complied to help him out, and ever since I've had to give him rides to and from work at least twice a week. I've also given him cigarette and laundry money with the promises of being paid back and haven't had a penny to show for it. Anyway, so today he asked me if I could pick him up and take him to the Navy recruitment thing at the mall. Apparently he's decided to join the Navy. And I know it's wrong to willingly want someone to leave town, but if I could, I'd pack his bags. He annoys the crap out of me. The rides are just icing on the cake. Anyway, I finally got up enough nerve to tell him that I couldn't give him any more rides, which is a HUGE thing for me (I have doormat tattooed on my forehead). And he said okay. Like he didn't make a big deal about it at all and it was such a relief. Though I meant it and I don't think he knows it yet.
Also I went on a Best Buy shopping spree and got a cable for my digital camera and computer. I also bought Sister Hazel (wtf? I thought they were done for!), Ray LaMontagne (omg, he's white and hippiesh looking! I love white boys with soul <3) and Corinne Bailey Rae (Impulse buy, $9.99). Also I bought Landon Pigg a week ago and have had his song, "Sailed On" on repeat ever since. Download it. If I can figure out how to do the links thing I'll put it up for you guys.
So that's that. I'm working and standing up for myself and getting ready to spend a fancy night in a hotel in San Antonio to celebrate my baby sister's and mother's birthday next weekend. And I'm writing again. Which is an awesome, awesome feeling.
PS. For Christmas, I'd really really love some icons. Not icon space, just icons period. Does anyone have any they can donate?