I realize it,s been a whole month since my last entry, but i have my reasons. anyways, it seems that the prologue is NOT on the nets anymore. it iis archived, so it will go up...eventually. On another note, i have injured myself yet again! I was picking stuff off the floor so i could vacuum, and accidentally kicked my dogs glass food dish, somehow managing to shatter it and slice the shit out of my toes. It made me realize just how much punishment my foot takes. In the last 6 months, my feet have been: cut multiple times, crushed by heavy furniture, RUN OVER (by a car), and stung by 2 scorpions. yet through it all, my feet have managed to heal and leave no trace of what happened to them. kinda wierd if you ask me.
I actually finished it over a week ago, but i had to wait for my friend to upload it to her fanfiction.net account, since some asswipe hacked mine for no apparent reason...he probably just wanted my username. Anyways, the prologue IS officially on the nets as of today, but she forgot to give me a link to her profile so, i can't give it to anyone who might be following this drivel. I just thought of a name for the fanfic too. "Blood Of The Planet", catchy, no? On another note, i just moved my great-grandparents here from california, so it's gonna be hell finding time to write...anyways, i'll link you guys to the fic when i get it myself, so please read it and please don't hesitate to send your comments to me at email@example.com . Thanks!
I have managed to gain access to a computer for a few days, so i went ahead and set a profile pic! Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a decent picture of Cloud from FF7 that just happens to be 100 x 100 pixels? Really ****in' hard!
I'm going on a grand total of 3 hours of sleep this WEEK. The small moments when i do sleep are plagued by nightmares, and it's gotten to the point where they are invading my waking hours. Imagine trying to eat a sandwich while an 8 foot tall eldrich horror is standing in the corner. I'm having difficulties distinguishing fantasy and reality, and i'm afraid it's not going to end well. I need to see a psychiatrist, but i can't afford it, and my medical insurance won't cover it. I don't know how much more i can handle before my mind breaks completely.
I know it's been a while since my last entry (though i doubt anyone is actually reading this), but i've been busy lately. Been having some issues writing my fanfic, and have thrown out 4 drafts of the effing PROLOGUE! Curse my obsessive-compulsiveness.
I found my playstation controller! Somehow, it found it's way into a box on top of a bookcase in my office o.0. On another note, the prologue for my FF7 fanfic is in progress, but i am having difficulty finding time to work on it.
Today was supposed to be good. I was going to the mall, try and meet someone, and generally get my social life rolling. Instead, we stopped at the Goodwill store on the way for their half-off sale, nearly got trampled by freaks who had been waiting for the store to open for an hour, and i got punched out by a crazy Mexican that wanted the TV i was carrying! We get to the mall, stop at the Borders, i got depressed because they were going out of business (f***ing E-Books killed the bookstores!). The entire time i'm there, i'm on edge, and every fiber of my being is screaming "RUN!", so i can't concentrate on anything (still can't figure out what the hell was going on there). I'm exausted when i get home, i go to the bathroom, and i got stung by a f***ing scorpion, and spent the next hour and a half in my own personal world of pain. What the f*** did i do to deserve this?