Last night, I started thinking about Silent Hill while I was trying to go asleep.
Now I’m researching PTSD.
I think I have my July idea.
6am will never capture the wonder it once had when I was five and it was Christmas.
Why do all Krogan talk to my boobs?
A lot of my (free) time is spent being in love with people who are in love with what they do.
Also, what the derp is this shit? How did that import look so not like the custom Shepard I’ve been playing two whole games now.
FUCK YEAH MOTHER TRUCKER.
…finally had everyone survive the last mission in Mass Effect 2.
Last night, I tried very hard (and failed) to not say “Let me explain you a thing” in a professional conversation.
Frustrated, trying to find something to read that appeals to me.
Clicking through lists on Goodreads.
Get distracted by Etsy.
So, here’s an experience that happened.
The puppies are dragging me along on our, rare, evening walk. Occasionally, I get to drag-revenge as Clyde puts his belly to the ground and refuses to be moved because some smell is so very engaging. I’m eternally happy that he does walk now, so it doesn’t bother me. Nor does it bother me that my left sock and boot are continuing their star-crossed romance, involving my sock to sauntering sassily closer to being away from me and one with my boot. What can I say, I’m a sucker for romance.
We turn up Old Bridge St. as there’s a group coming towards us with dogs and, lately due to construction, we haven’t been able to take that path. All is merry til nearly the end (it’s a short street) as I’m making one of those quick decisions you make. Go between the car and the metal fence or around in the street? Then I hear something over the music wailing in my ears.
Let me tell you, if the sound of tires squealing isn’t an unnerving if not a frightening sound to you, you need to check your survival instincts. It’s a sound of loss of control, it’s the car and the tires protesting that something isn’t right, it’s what you’ll probably remember hearing right before a crash.
A car turns sharply onto the street, I make my decision and pull the dogs behind me as we move through the narrow passage between car and fence. It tears down the street.
It’s one of those moments where you wonder. If Clyde hadn’t been sniffing so intently as we walked passed the library, if we’d walked at a normal clip steadily, if I had made the decision I wanted to make at the car, could they had stopped? I would have been in the street, right where they sped by.
It should go without saying, but I will say it anyways: calm yo’ tits when driving in town. Seriously.
It’s been so long since my copy of House of Leaves had a cover I’d completely forgotten what it looked like.
Finished The Fault in Our Stars today after re-reading Gunjou. Obviously, I am not a fan of myself. Tomorrow I start in on a book about the Titanic (which I bought because it looked pretty).
Writing today was just two hand written pages. Scenes are being written out of order as they come to me. What a mess.
So, if you aren’t a bot, dead tumblr or someone who just go tl;dr all the time, you may know I struggle with my writing. I say struggle, really that’s still too weak of word for it but I am too lazy to start playing with a thesaurus right now.
And, if you aren’t any of those things but haven’t gotten around to removing me from your follow list, you may want to now. Just sayin’.
I’m not leaving tumblr. Fuck, I ain’t crazy (like that). I’m just gonna try for a while to use this tumblr as tracking my progress, inspirations, etc whatever etc. Vain effort, I know, to motivate myself but one does what they must. That means a decrease in rebobbling of fandom stuff and likely an increase of text posts, many apologies.
If you got this far in the post, here’s the story idea I’m struggling with currently: A not-dead boy meets on a Thursday a not-alive girl who is determined to figure out how someone dies cause she’s never done it before. That synapse sounded so much better in my head this morning. /headdesk
Motion sickness from playing first-person games.
Oh yeah, I’m a cool one.