well nobody likes me, baby, if i cry
I'm sooooort of starting to like Tegan and Sara a bit too much.
Anyway. Today I went to the Rochester Public Library and did my Hofstadter outline and started thinking about when I used to go there with my dad when I was little. They don't have the big bear anymore, and that made me want to cry -- her name is Bertha, and she was almost threadbare last time I saw her. She was a big brown teddy bear that I used to tell secrets to when I was little, even though I didn't really have many secrets.
I went into the Secret Room, too, to look at the dolls. It's so weird having to duck to get through the door. But the room hasn't changed much -- there might be a few more dolls.
I miss that library a lot. Thinking of writing something about the Secret Room and the children's center and everything; it's sort of half-written in my head.
Other than that, today was relatively normal. I went to sleep at, what, three? And spend most of my time wanting to go back to sleep or wishing I didn't have to leave my computer soon.
And my piece kind of got a negative reaction at Galaxy, which sucks, because I was pretty proud of it. Ari, Jen, and Lozzie liked it, at least. I just... I really want it to get into the magazine. And it's not fair, it's better than this, they just don't get it, etc, etc, bitch whine moan. Whatever.
Speaking of writing, I'm writing an ~epic length~ standalone that isn't really of an epic length but it's mad long compared to what I normally write. Currently it's at eight and a half pages, which feels REALLY long considering that it's not even half done because there's a good three resolutions that have to happen.
Midterms week has done me good. I'm not totally panicking anymore. I want to talk to my counselor about taking an art course, as they generally chill me out mad a lot.
Fiddler is... coming along. It goes on next month in a ridiculously short amount of time -- for those of you who live in the area and plan on coming, performances will be on February 7th, 8th and 9th in the BHS auditorium at 7:00 pm, tickets are $10 for reserved seating and are on sale now, and the box office is open from 10:00 am to 2:30 pm. Please come. FEEL THE TRADITIOOOOON.
In other news, as soon as Fiddler is over, I'm dying my hair. Help me (link is a very unattractive and accurate picture for reference) pick between fuchsia (which I have apparently been spelling wrong forever), red, and brown, k? Or some other colour, you tell me.
Also, lost ten pounds, somehow? :/ Probably from being really, really unhealthy and sometimes going a day or two spending the time I would normally be spending eating sleeping, instead.
If you read all this, you're a trooper and I love you.
Anyway. Today I went to the Rochester Public Library and did my Hofstadter outline and started thinking about when I used to go there with my dad when I was little. They don't have the big bear anymore, and that made me want to cry -- her name is Bertha, and she was almost threadbare last time I saw her. She was a big brown teddy bear that I used to tell secrets to when I was little, even though I didn't really have many secrets.
I went into the Secret Room, too, to look at the dolls. It's so weird having to duck to get through the door. But the room hasn't changed much -- there might be a few more dolls.
I miss that library a lot. Thinking of writing something about the Secret Room and the children's center and everything; it's sort of half-written in my head.
Other than that, today was relatively normal. I went to sleep at, what, three? And spend most of my time wanting to go back to sleep or wishing I didn't have to leave my computer soon.
And my piece kind of got a negative reaction at Galaxy, which sucks, because I was pretty proud of it. Ari, Jen, and Lozzie liked it, at least. I just... I really want it to get into the magazine. And it's not fair, it's better than this, they just don't get it, etc, etc, bitch whine moan. Whatever.
Speaking of writing, I'm writing an ~epic length~ standalone that isn't really of an epic length but it's mad long compared to what I normally write. Currently it's at eight and a half pages, which feels REALLY long considering that it's not even half done because there's a good three resolutions that have to happen.
Midterms week has done me good. I'm not totally panicking anymore. I want to talk to my counselor about taking an art course, as they generally chill me out mad a lot.
Fiddler is... coming along. It goes on next month in a ridiculously short amount of time -- for those of you who live in the area and plan on coming, performances will be on February 7th, 8th and 9th in the BHS auditorium at 7:00 pm, tickets are $10 for reserved seating and are on sale now, and the box office is open from 10:00 am to 2:30 pm. Please come. FEEL THE TRADITIOOOOON.
In other news, as soon as Fiddler is over, I'm dying my hair. Help me (link is a very unattractive and accurate picture for reference) pick between fuchsia (which I have apparently been spelling wrong forever), red, and brown, k? Or some other colour, you tell me.
Also, lost ten pounds, somehow? :/ Probably from being really, really unhealthy and sometimes going a day or two spending the time I would normally be spending eating sleeping, instead.
If you read all this, you're a trooper and I love you.