Sunday again.
Things that are happening in Raven's life and what her neurons think about them.
1) I got my passport renewed. Not only do I now miss out on the stupidity that is ID cards for another decade, but also my passport is in the name of Raven and in the photo I'm wearing a wig. It is apparently a biometric passport too which seems to involve shiny hologram circuitry and small pictures of birds.
Neurons say: a fie upon ID cards lalalala - she's wearing a wig heehee - and the photo has cyber hologram wings - cool!
2) My father has negotiated the sale of the house at 1.95m, rather a drop from the evaluated price of 2.2 but there we are. The contracts have not been signed, but everything is progressing and will be completed within two months. This causes me great relief on behalf of my parents, and growing worry on behalf of myself, since where that leaves me and what I'll be doing I don't know. I'm in no position to ask anything of anyone and can only tag myself onto others' plans and hope they don't mind. Which is a pain, cos my neurons have many grand plans of their own. (But that's my fault for being a lazy flaky wench who doesn't work full-time.)
Neurons say: yey - please don't be mean universe - eeeep scared - yey - eeep - yey - eep - yey (ad infinitum).
3) I've finished the first draft of the Script. It will need much pokking with sticks I know, but the point is it's all there and actually complete. Now for film number two...
Neurons say: Yey! wheeeeee we are so clever lalala... can we get paid now? James, stop running off with your new girlfriend and do script things damn you! eep, what if it's actually poo and bad and we just think it's good? argh!
4) I have stolen, bartered and retrieved all my missing clothes from my sister, including the doomy leather belt. This pleases me greatly. But they all smell strongly of... dunno... stale perfume and cigarettes I think, is icky. *sigh*
Neurons say: Yey for clothes and belt! Gah for smell o_0
5) I have managed to adroitly finance all the birthdays and such that needed monies, but now I am broke again. One day I will get the hang of budgeting not only for the event but for the month after until payday too =P
Neurons say: We be good and play the money box game and not buy any shinies for us. Does fare dodging and not eating count as budgeting?
6)I am currently in the bookshop and bored. This eve I battle my way into london to npc at ZG. Neurons have gone off the idea due to their own impeccable logic, but a Wolf has promised to come home with me if I turn up.
Neurons say: Bribery and corruption. Feh.
1) I got my passport renewed. Not only do I now miss out on the stupidity that is ID cards for another decade, but also my passport is in the name of Raven and in the photo I'm wearing a wig. It is apparently a biometric passport too which seems to involve shiny hologram circuitry and small pictures of birds.
Neurons say: a fie upon ID cards lalalala - she's wearing a wig heehee - and the photo has cyber hologram wings - cool!
2) My father has negotiated the sale of the house at 1.95m, rather a drop from the evaluated price of 2.2 but there we are. The contracts have not been signed, but everything is progressing and will be completed within two months. This causes me great relief on behalf of my parents, and growing worry on behalf of myself, since where that leaves me and what I'll be doing I don't know. I'm in no position to ask anything of anyone and can only tag myself onto others' plans and hope they don't mind. Which is a pain, cos my neurons have many grand plans of their own. (But that's my fault for being a lazy flaky wench who doesn't work full-time.)
Neurons say: yey - please don't be mean universe - eeeep scared - yey - eeep - yey - eep - yey (ad infinitum).
3) I've finished the first draft of the Script. It will need much pokking with sticks I know, but the point is it's all there and actually complete. Now for film number two...
Neurons say: Yey! wheeeeee we are so clever lalala... can we get paid now? James, stop running off with your new girlfriend and do script things damn you! eep, what if it's actually poo and bad and we just think it's good? argh!
4) I have stolen, bartered and retrieved all my missing clothes from my sister, including the doomy leather belt. This pleases me greatly. But they all smell strongly of... dunno... stale perfume and cigarettes I think, is icky. *sigh*
Neurons say: Yey for clothes and belt! Gah for smell o_0
5) I have managed to adroitly finance all the birthdays and such that needed monies, but now I am broke again. One day I will get the hang of budgeting not only for the event but for the month after until payday too =P
Neurons say: We be good and play the money box game and not buy any shinies for us. Does fare dodging and not eating count as budgeting?
6)I am currently in the bookshop and bored. This eve I battle my way into london to npc at ZG. Neurons have gone off the idea due to their own impeccable logic, but a Wolf has promised to come home with me if I turn up.
Neurons say: Bribery and corruption. Feh.