Excuse the nerd-rant I posted on May 6th. I meant every word, but now it makes me giggle. I don't even care...but that's probably because I broke down and made a new account, and continued my nerdy addiction like I said I would never do again. It's going so well that even if I don't get my other accounts back, I don't care! But this time, I'll avoid Mushroom Forest...Perhaps then, I won't lose my work a third time; and if I do anyway, then I'm done. I just have to make sure it's the level, and not the game, telling the admins I cheat. Which, by the way, I still don't.
My books are going well. On my own story, with original characters, I have over thirty pages. It's currently stuck, but lately instead of ploughing my way through utter sh*t, and making it stink even worse; I delete the bad stuff and throw all my effort into fixing it. I learned that with the fanfiction I'm doing, which only needs twelve or so more pages before it's done (I'm treating this thing like a haircut; I want them all to be the same length).
Not much else here is going on; I've been waking up at around eleven. I know that's considered sleeping in; but when you're up half the night and your eyes burn with fatigue, it doesn't really feel like rest. And it's certainly not relaxing when you know you won't sleep, and you dread going to bed, and then, sometimes, eventually you fall asleep and somebody wakes you. That's the worst. But, I want to keep my routine, and be ready for school; and maybe, in the future, a job...
As for my September surgery, I'm trying to be positive. I'm trying to tell myself the pain, gagging, blood and anesthesia will only last a few hours or a day; and then it'll be over and in a perfect world, I won't get an infection and die, and I'll never have to go to the dentist again. Wouldn't that be swell?
But it was the funniest thing...When I was at the school, they asked on the application if I had any upcoming surgeries, and I said, "Yeah, in September." They asked what kind, I told them, and my case manager said, "Well, I had that! It nearly killed me!" And then she had the good grace to rethink her words, not like she could take them back; but at least the other person in the room with us could laugh about it.
Yeah. Trying to be positive, but it's never been my forté.
My books are going well. On my own story, with original characters, I have over thirty pages. It's currently stuck, but lately instead of ploughing my way through utter sh*t, and making it stink even worse; I delete the bad stuff and throw all my effort into fixing it. I learned that with the fanfiction I'm doing, which only needs twelve or so more pages before it's done (I'm treating this thing like a haircut; I want them all to be the same length).
Not much else here is going on; I've been waking up at around eleven. I know that's considered sleeping in; but when you're up half the night and your eyes burn with fatigue, it doesn't really feel like rest. And it's certainly not relaxing when you know you won't sleep, and you dread going to bed, and then, sometimes, eventually you fall asleep and somebody wakes you. That's the worst. But, I want to keep my routine, and be ready for school; and maybe, in the future, a job...
As for my September surgery, I'm trying to be positive. I'm trying to tell myself the pain, gagging, blood and anesthesia will only last a few hours or a day; and then it'll be over and in a perfect world, I won't get an infection and die, and I'll never have to go to the dentist again. Wouldn't that be swell?
But it was the funniest thing...When I was at the school, they asked on the application if I had any upcoming surgeries, and I said, "Yeah, in September." They asked what kind, I told them, and my case manager said, "Well, I had that! It nearly killed me!" And then she had the good grace to rethink her words, not like she could take them back; but at least the other person in the room with us could laugh about it.
Yeah. Trying to be positive, but it's never been my forté.
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