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kleenexwomanFuuuuuck, I feel useless. I need to learn how to give advice. I feel like a bad friend if I'm not able to solve everyone's problems.
I've spent three hours in a car with two screeching boys who like to talk about how much they love Bette Midler. My brain's turned to mush. I meant to read the next chapters of Serpent in a Cage for Skylie tonight, maybe work on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spacematchbook or my story for SF class, but...fuck. I can barely form coherent sentences. (I will read them all and comment on them tomorrow. I promise. Sorry about this. I'm not putting this off, I just want to be able to give your stories the attention they deserve and I have been very fuzzy the past couple of nights.)
MTV2 was showing Aeon Flux last night, all night. I only stayed up long enough to watch one episode. Aeon went into some kind of compound where the only other living things were a boy who spoke in riddles and an enormous fat baby-monster, got sick, and Trevor Goodchild managed to convince her that she was going psychotic. Or maybe she really was, and she is only a soccer mom dreaming she is a secret agent dreaming she is a butterfly.
Why doesn't Adult Swim show this instead of Aqua Teen hunger Force?
I have no idea what to get my little brother for Christmas. I've already gotten things for other people. I generally have no idea what to get other people, so I just send them stuff I like and hope they like it too. This has seemed to work in the past.
Considering writing one of those "Dear Santa, I mean friendslist, I mean Santa" letters that everyone seems to be writing. Materialistic present-grubbing is FUN.
There is an anti-drug commercial on. "Don't do what everyone else tells you to, don't go along with the crowd, don't give in to peer pressure, don't use drugs." Abstinece & sobriety as sign of individuality. There is, of course, a major flaw in this message: Not everyone that smokes pot or eats suspect mushrooms does so just because their friends egg them on to do it. Some people alter their consciousness as a matter of personal choice. But no, teenagers are too stupid to make choices for themselves, they either sheep out and go along with what their friends do or they have to be told what to do by a fucking 30-second commercial. No.
I've been an IM recluse for a while. I'm going to start using AIM again, I think. I'm Rewind10 on AIM. My YIM is kleenexwoman42. Just a reminder. I will probably be wanting company online this winter.
Fucking dead winter. Darlene was decorating Dad's house to be all twinkly sparkly lights and greenery. Pretty, unless you look outside--the trees on the lake are bare and brown and dead, and the sky only reflects the gray snow. The lake even looks sad and slate blue; the swans are probably very cold.
Winter ought to be all crystal and fire, pure clear ice under a bright blue sky, with no brown decay to remind you that things were once alive. Death isn't sad if there's no life before it.
Oh God, that sounded Gothy. You know what's worse? I'm writing a Danny/Tim story and I don't know where they are. They might be dead. It's really hard to tell. I'm not even sure if it's very in-character (in-character? But it's RPS...oh shut up, you know what I mean), since Danny doesn't seem to remember who he is, and Tim doesn't really seem to care enough to remind him.
Okay. I'm getting to the point in the evening where my eyes hurt so much that I want to go blind just so that I don't have to look at things.
ETA: No. Now I'm excited and I'm not going to tell anyone why. But I'm still going to bed.
I've spent three hours in a car with two screeching boys who like to talk about how much they love Bette Midler. My brain's turned to mush. I meant to read the next chapters of Serpent in a Cage for Skylie tonight, maybe work on
spacematchbook or my story for SF class, but...fuck. I can barely form coherent sentences. (I will read them all and comment on them tomorrow. I promise. Sorry about this. I'm not putting this off, I just want to be able to give your stories the attention they deserve and I have been very fuzzy the past couple of nights.) MTV2 was showing Aeon Flux last night, all night. I only stayed up long enough to watch one episode. Aeon went into some kind of compound where the only other living things were a boy who spoke in riddles and an enormous fat baby-monster, got sick, and Trevor Goodchild managed to convince her that she was going psychotic. Or maybe she really was, and she is only a soccer mom dreaming she is a secret agent dreaming she is a butterfly.
Why doesn't Adult Swim show this instead of Aqua Teen hunger Force?
I have no idea what to get my little brother for Christmas. I've already gotten things for other people. I generally have no idea what to get other people, so I just send them stuff I like and hope they like it too. This has seemed to work in the past.
Considering writing one of those "Dear Santa, I mean friendslist, I mean Santa" letters that everyone seems to be writing. Materialistic present-grubbing is FUN.
There is an anti-drug commercial on. "Don't do what everyone else tells you to, don't go along with the crowd, don't give in to peer pressure, don't use drugs." Abstinece & sobriety as sign of individuality. There is, of course, a major flaw in this message: Not everyone that smokes pot or eats suspect mushrooms does so just because their friends egg them on to do it. Some people alter their consciousness as a matter of personal choice. But no, teenagers are too stupid to make choices for themselves, they either sheep out and go along with what their friends do or they have to be told what to do by a fucking 30-second commercial. No.
I've been an IM recluse for a while. I'm going to start using AIM again, I think. I'm Rewind10 on AIM. My YIM is kleenexwoman42. Just a reminder. I will probably be wanting company online this winter.
Fucking dead winter. Darlene was decorating Dad's house to be all twinkly sparkly lights and greenery. Pretty, unless you look outside--the trees on the lake are bare and brown and dead, and the sky only reflects the gray snow. The lake even looks sad and slate blue; the swans are probably very cold.
Winter ought to be all crystal and fire, pure clear ice under a bright blue sky, with no brown decay to remind you that things were once alive. Death isn't sad if there's no life before it.
Oh God, that sounded Gothy. You know what's worse? I'm writing a Danny/Tim story and I don't know where they are. They might be dead. It's really hard to tell. I'm not even sure if it's very in-character (in-character? But it's RPS...oh shut up, you know what I mean), since Danny doesn't seem to remember who he is, and Tim doesn't really seem to care enough to remind him.
Okay. I'm getting to the point in the evening where my eyes hurt so much that I want to go blind just so that I don't have to look at things.
ETA: No. Now I'm excited and I'm not going to tell anyone why. But I'm still going to bed.
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