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15 years ago
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You know? Like most things I do on any particular day or hour.
So I finished typing [The Ivory Box] some days ago and I had completely forgotten to upload it. Silly me.
It's posted now and like the last three things I've posted: [The Fox], [The Lock], and [The Ivory Box], it needs the touch of revision!
BUT
I'm not dealing with that tonight, because tonight is my night to rest and relax... and type other stuff.
Damn all I hate it when I ruin my night like that -.- Not that it matters I didn't have anything else to do anyways.
It actually occurred to me today that I really do have a absolutely HUGE pile of stories to work on and type and just the thought of that huge workload is enough to strain my candy courage (comic refferance). My only possible weak link here is that I m..... Ok actually I should explain this first.
I'm not actually home all that often so I usually carry about 8-13 typed up, non-finished stories with me and a notebook so I can work on these things while I'm away from a computer thats relatively safe to use. Now to pick back up. My only possible weak link here is that I might run out of notebook paper while I busy writing. For example I had mayhaps half of [The Fox] typed up before I finished it and writing the other roughly half took 9pages back to back and then some. [The Lock] took FOUR and [The Ivory Box] took..... I didn't count.
Now I'm going to island-hop to a different subject.
Now, people here on FA that know me fairely well.... kinda well would likely say that I'm a rather pleasant enough person and frequently curteous and kind. Strange thing is, thats just A side of AnthonyM/Maoku/Zeak. Honestly I think of myself as more of an outwardly cold person with a very unfriendly air and so does my fat friend whose nickname is litterally Fatty. Tis a strange scenario indeed. but as I've done before I'm going to island-hop again.
So, this weekend wasn't a complete waste, I did get out of the house and visit an old friend who is amazingly awesome, even if he does insist on hugging me. [Side note]: I do not do well in other people's houses and usually do not like sleeping in a house that isn't mine, just feels weird.: Anyways, the day I was hanging out with my huggy friend I stayed the night at his place and we both wound up sleeping on the couch. >.> Don't look at me like that. Not at the same time. He fell asleep first and after about 45mins he woke up and went to sleep in his room and I comandeered the couch where I contently curled up and slept. Saturday EVENTUALLY rolled around and I once again sat staring at the computer as my documents glared menacingly at me. So without delay I quickly phoned by best friend and got the hell outta my houe again. Spent a day hanging out with a different old friend, who didn't hug me thankfully. Anyways, me and her mostly just shot the breeze for most of the time and watched the Pirates of the Caribeann movies. It was fun but after about 7hrs she had to leave and so we went Separate Ways(Worlds Apart) (song refferance). Sunday, the irritating day that it is with its slow traffic and sunshine found me once again at home having a staring contest with my workload. Honestly I'm sitting here now and I can't remember exactly WHAT happened today. I can't think for the life of me what has happened this entire day so It MIGHT have been dull.
Maryjane and Flare are still alive and well. Flare is still just as much of a scaredy cat as always but he seems to come to his senses much faster. Maryjane is more friendly, and that takes quite some effort. .....
Now that I've had a temporary lapse in thought I think I'll end the journal here.
Au Revoir~
So I finished typing [The Ivory Box] some days ago and I had completely forgotten to upload it. Silly me.
It's posted now and like the last three things I've posted: [The Fox], [The Lock], and [The Ivory Box], it needs the touch of revision!
BUT
I'm not dealing with that tonight, because tonight is my night to rest and relax... and type other stuff.
Damn all I hate it when I ruin my night like that -.- Not that it matters I didn't have anything else to do anyways.
It actually occurred to me today that I really do have a absolutely HUGE pile of stories to work on and type and just the thought of that huge workload is enough to strain my candy courage (comic refferance). My only possible weak link here is that I m..... Ok actually I should explain this first.
I'm not actually home all that often so I usually carry about 8-13 typed up, non-finished stories with me and a notebook so I can work on these things while I'm away from a computer thats relatively safe to use. Now to pick back up. My only possible weak link here is that I might run out of notebook paper while I busy writing. For example I had mayhaps half of [The Fox] typed up before I finished it and writing the other roughly half took 9pages back to back and then some. [The Lock] took FOUR and [The Ivory Box] took..... I didn't count.
Now I'm going to island-hop to a different subject.
Now, people here on FA that know me fairely well.... kinda well would likely say that I'm a rather pleasant enough person and frequently curteous and kind. Strange thing is, thats just A side of AnthonyM/Maoku/Zeak. Honestly I think of myself as more of an outwardly cold person with a very unfriendly air and so does my fat friend whose nickname is litterally Fatty. Tis a strange scenario indeed. but as I've done before I'm going to island-hop again.
So, this weekend wasn't a complete waste, I did get out of the house and visit an old friend who is amazingly awesome, even if he does insist on hugging me. [Side note]: I do not do well in other people's houses and usually do not like sleeping in a house that isn't mine, just feels weird.: Anyways, the day I was hanging out with my huggy friend I stayed the night at his place and we both wound up sleeping on the couch. >.> Don't look at me like that. Not at the same time. He fell asleep first and after about 45mins he woke up and went to sleep in his room and I comandeered the couch where I contently curled up and slept. Saturday EVENTUALLY rolled around and I once again sat staring at the computer as my documents glared menacingly at me. So without delay I quickly phoned by best friend and got the hell outta my houe again. Spent a day hanging out with a different old friend, who didn't hug me thankfully. Anyways, me and her mostly just shot the breeze for most of the time and watched the Pirates of the Caribeann movies. It was fun but after about 7hrs she had to leave and so we went Separate Ways(Worlds Apart) (song refferance). Sunday, the irritating day that it is with its slow traffic and sunshine found me once again at home having a staring contest with my workload. Honestly I'm sitting here now and I can't remember exactly WHAT happened today. I can't think for the life of me what has happened this entire day so It MIGHT have been dull.
Maryjane and Flare are still alive and well. Flare is still just as much of a scaredy cat as always but he seems to come to his senses much faster. Maryjane is more friendly, and that takes quite some effort. .....
Now that I've had a temporary lapse in thought I think I'll end the journal here.
Au Revoir~
As for why I never is because, I don't like others places other than mine. It just didn't felt right like you said and I can't do my own stuff when I am there. Felt like being bounded. Plus I don't have that kind of friend whom wouldn't freak out if I stay at their place xP
Yeah, thats sort of why I stay home most of the time, I can't get away with what I usually do at other's houses and that is restricting. Why would your friends freak out? they think you're gonna kill them?
and mind is beautiful because of it.