good day yesterday
6/4/03 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minervasoloI had such a great day yesterday. After much morning on the net, went on long walk up our local hill. I've been going up there since I was about one. Discovered that mum actually walked up there in labour with my sister. ^_^ I knew she was nuts, but that's got to be one of the best I've heard.
So, wandered about on top of hill, decided to defintely have a picnic up there for my birthday, no matter who complains about having to walk all the way to the top from my house because evil woman who owns the land around the bottom doesn't wnat anyone going up there because they have to cross her land. Walked down again. Discovered that when mum went up there last time she climbed the climby trees'on her own. ^_^ There are many reasons I love my mother, but it's things like that which make me adore her. She also believed in fairies as a child and put out food for them.
So, got to bottom again, hearing wedding bels and trying to plan where I would get married (yes, aware that in my last post I was griping about not having a boyfriend...) and we were walking across a bridge as suddenly, in the river, a shape. It swam. It climbed onto the bank. It ran. It was either an otter or a mink!!! It looked more like a mink, according to mum, who knows these things, but they have released otters into a river that joins ours, so hoping! Squee! Otters so cool! Yay!
Other good things that hapened that day - got to spend about three hours sitting in hte garden in the sun reading a magazine. Watched new Buffy videos, because gran records them off sy so we're the only people with terrestiral who know what hapens in s7. Bought some books. Wrote some stories.
On that note, since writin fanfiction al my characters keep turning gay. Started one, had no idea what the charactes wree going to be like, apart from probably not in it much, and suddenly they're snogging. Cue much 'huh'ing and 'hmm'ing. And now I've decided to kill one, about fifteen chapters on from now, for plot reasons. I've got to get out of the habit of believeing that good books have resonating deaths from which THE CHARACTERS DON'T COME BACK. I'm not the only one that bugs, am I?
Today, it is no longer sunny. However, since I have loads of work to do, this is a good thing. Plus, Grand Prix this afternoon, which I enjoy. Yesterday morning I wrote myself into a rant, and was only prevented from making myself completely depressed by hte weather. Today, in hteory the weather ought to leave me a bit down, but I'm writing in a really positive mood.
ttfn
So, wandered about on top of hill, decided to defintely have a picnic up there for my birthday, no matter who complains about having to walk all the way to the top from my house because evil woman who owns the land around the bottom doesn't wnat anyone going up there because they have to cross her land. Walked down again. Discovered that when mum went up there last time she climbed the climby trees'on her own. ^_^ There are many reasons I love my mother, but it's things like that which make me adore her. She also believed in fairies as a child and put out food for them.
So, got to bottom again, hearing wedding bels and trying to plan where I would get married (yes, aware that in my last post I was griping about not having a boyfriend...) and we were walking across a bridge as suddenly, in the river, a shape. It swam. It climbed onto the bank. It ran. It was either an otter or a mink!!! It looked more like a mink, according to mum, who knows these things, but they have released otters into a river that joins ours, so hoping! Squee! Otters so cool! Yay!
Other good things that hapened that day - got to spend about three hours sitting in hte garden in the sun reading a magazine. Watched new Buffy videos, because gran records them off sy so we're the only people with terrestiral who know what hapens in s7. Bought some books. Wrote some stories.
On that note, since writin fanfiction al my characters keep turning gay. Started one, had no idea what the charactes wree going to be like, apart from probably not in it much, and suddenly they're snogging. Cue much 'huh'ing and 'hmm'ing. And now I've decided to kill one, about fifteen chapters on from now, for plot reasons. I've got to get out of the habit of believeing that good books have resonating deaths from which THE CHARACTERS DON'T COME BACK. I'm not the only one that bugs, am I?
Today, it is no longer sunny. However, since I have loads of work to do, this is a good thing. Plus, Grand Prix this afternoon, which I enjoy. Yesterday morning I wrote myself into a rant, and was only prevented from making myself completely depressed by hte weather. Today, in hteory the weather ought to leave me a bit down, but I'm writing in a really positive mood.
ttfn
