So Hi Again -- It's Been Awhile

Oh my goodness, my lovelies, I have left you alone for so long!!!! Life has been worse than crazy, and I've hardly had time to breathe, much less write you a blog post.

Hmm. Plus my life hasn't been very interesting... PITY MEEEEEEEE. Boring school things, blah di dee blah blah, such is life. 

Plus, I've hardly been sleeping lately, or so I feel, so anything I write feels ridiculous. And silly. 

BUT!! The theatrical version of "And Then There Were None" has been playing at my school. One of my roommates is one of the characters, and my other roommate is the stage director, so I've seen it twice now with plans to see it again tomorrow. Or today, really. Hmmmmmm. Digression -- it's been playing for a weekend and I read it before I went and saw it and it was great. And I love the story, and really want to write a murder mystery -- so now I'm doing some sort of fan-fiction blend of "And Then There Were None" and "Gashlycrumb Tinies, Or After The Outing". 26 people are brought to an island and all have names that start with a different letter of the alphabet, and are killed off in random order by an unknown assailant -- but there's no 'justice' killing in this one, just a homicidal maniac inspired by a gruesome couplets. 

It's not particularly sophisticated, but I figure it's something to keep me going through a creative dry spell I'm having. *shrug*

Here's the very beginning (or at least the rough draft beginning) of what I've got: 

Accepting invitations to strange deserted islands is never, ever a good idea. I know this, and pretty much the rest of the world knows this. Well, except the people in horror movies, but they don’t get counted as real people. Curiosity kills cats and all that – but I can’t help it if mysterious rich people want to invite me to seemingly innocent dinner parties!

I figured what the hell, I’ll go prepared, maybe something will happen to let me get some writing done finally, and it’ll be great.

I hate how wrong I was about this.
It pretty much sucks, but whatever. Life is good :)

And now, I must leave you my cherubs!! Okay, let's tack a funny picture on the end...

Gashlycrumb Tinies again :)

This Shouldn't Have A Title Because There Isn't Much Going On (You Have Been Warned)

Decisions are hard to make. Which is why I'm happy this particular decision comes pre-made for me, based on monetary issues. Heh heh heh.

So I almost said turtles instead of decision. 'Which is why I'm happy this particular turtle... Wait, whaaaaaaaaaat?'

I just heard my roommate say, "The prodigal son stomps out of the room..." She's a girl. But she is most peculiar and I love her to death. I think that's a good line for a story, where there's a wussy prodigal son. That idea amuses me greatly.

Holy crap, I have to wake up at 6:30 tomorrow. And my colon button is not working too well -- that almost read 630. Which is not a number that describes a period in time. Or at least any period in time that I recognize.

But with everything that I get done tomorrow, it should be a good day. Key word here being 'should'. I have my first meeting of English Club tomorrow -- and I am
 EXCITED OUT OF MY BRAIN. It is going to be super fun, from what I can tell. AND I ENJOY SUPER FUN THINGS.

Sorry about this post, by the way -- I just needed to empty my brain into something, and that something happened to be a blog post. C'est la vie, I suppose.

So I should probably make reading this post worth your while (if you're still reading at all)..

I was going to add a funny picture, but my blog isn't interested in letting me do that right now. Sorry :(

So I'll add a story starter instead!! This is apparently based off of a dream I had, except I only remember vague unimportant details -- except for this bit that I scribbled down after waking.

Her name was Grace. That was all I could remember about her. I know she was important somehow, because her name was echoing through my head. That sounds kind of weird, for a girl to be obsessed with another girl. But it’s not a romantic or sexual obsession – but a dangerous, mind-blowing obsession, because I know there’s something wrong. Something that I need to fix but can’t because all I have is the name Grace, tolling through my skull like a church bell.

The persona here is a girl, by the way, because I was the one having the dream. Not sure yet whether that makes it weird or not -- it probably does. Oh well. Already knew I was weird.

Okay, now that I'm picking up on my roommates' British accents, I should probably quit for the day.

FARE THEE WELL!

I FINALLY ADDED A PICTURE FOR YOUUUUUUU

 

Two Weeks (AKA The Advent of February)

I wonder if y'all are just going to get a weekly update of how long I survive this semester... Week 2 was successfully completed today. I've accrued some more responsibilities between now and when I last posted, but it's all good. I've kind of gotten to that point where every day is taken one at a time, and I pride myself on getting through them. 

Hoo! 

Currently, I'm having a fabulous time hanging out with my friend Katie, laughing at all the awesome things she says. She's super adorable and I'm eventually going to have to make a character after her. Maybe in this dystopian thing I've got going. I've got another little paragraph, but I need some more time to finish it. 

Soooooo... another nonsense post? Sadly -- I have two papers to write tonight and I'm already falling asleep. Le sigh.

Here's what I'll leave you with, then:

YOU GO HARRY POTTER <3