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minervasoloIt's been an oddly long day. First there was the waiting for Anria to wake up (how come I went to sleep about a hour after her but woke up four hours before?) then going to gford, spending 1/2 hour in library waiting for designated to time to meet mum for lift home, then another 20min wait beause she was late, then a great deal of nothing, then waiting for Roz to dorp by with camping stuff, except she was almost an hour late, then waiting for dinner, then waiting for something decent to appear on tv (and waiting, and waiting, and waiting... let's face it, there's no such thing as something decent on tv these days), then it became now. I've been bored, but I haven't wanted to do anything to alleviate that boredom. It feels like several days have passed, but not in a bad way. I just don't do much of anything over the summer, so it's like everything happened at once, and the day just stretched to accomdate it and my normal 'doing nothing' time.
I got told by a 49 year old Northern bank auditor that he'd been trying, and failing, to get other people interested in some of my original fiction. I'm actually very flattered, it just surprised me when i found out how old her was compared to me. I'm used to ff.n, where nine times out of ten it's a girl in her early teens. And because I feel like it, some shameless self-pro motion: "Another Summer Day", an experiment with telling a story in the second person singluar, and "Temptation Sensation", which has a crap title and doesn't deserve the 18 rating I slapped on it (more of a weak 15, to be quite honest). Be glad I'm only pimping the good ones, and none of the poetry. My writing is far from mainstream (at least that's my excuse), so most of it rarely gets read. Take pity on me?
I can't believe that party was only last night. Actually, I get beleive it was this morning that I was sitting watching trashy oneAM tv with Anria and my sister. Clo got promoted to Corporal last night, so she stayed up to boast to mum. Good for her! I meant to put more about the party in my previous post, but apart from 'guarding' a drunk Anria (not enough alcohol to get me even tipsy, alas) and slutty dancing with multiple other girls, much to the pleasure of the guys, not much happened. I can't help it, i have to be sappy: the best bit of the evening was walking home holding Anria's hand because it was 1AM and there aren't any street lights around here. I've never really held hands with anyone before, not since I was a small kid who ran out onto busy roads unless restrained in that manner. It was nice. ::huggles Anria:: There are things I want to say, but I don't think the words to express them have been invented, so ::huggles:: it is. That's my mood now, and when I think of that whole evening: ::huggles:: Don't worry, i'm not reading too much into anything, it was just very nice. Anria said some very sweet things, and we talked, and it was just all very good.
I've been having mini-mood-swings all day, from happy and warm to grumpy and resentful. If you were to compare the above with a post in my blog (the address of which is knocking about, but I no longer hand out) you'd see what I mean. How much I enjoyed myself at the party seems entirely subjective as to how I'm feeling when describbing it. It's nothing major, just the result of being bored and reading too much. Star Wars, Bill Bryson, the new Anita Blake (found it at the library - better than the last, but still reads like fanfiction of the early books), actual fanficiton... Ah damn, got to write more of that. Only a fool would promise to update a fic every other day. Which fool? This fool.
Why do I always sign off at the ends of posts? I update this thing about twice a day, on average. Sometimes I don't even leave the computer between updates. I suppose it makes it feel more like a real diary, something I have never managed to keep. Anyway, an idiosyncarcy to ponder.
ttfn
I got told by a 49 year old Northern bank auditor that he'd been trying, and failing, to get other people interested in some of my original fiction. I'm actually very flattered, it just surprised me when i found out how old her was compared to me. I'm used to ff.n, where nine times out of ten it's a girl in her early teens. And because I feel like it, some shameless self-pro motion: "Another Summer Day", an experiment with telling a story in the second person singluar, and "Temptation Sensation", which has a crap title and doesn't deserve the 18 rating I slapped on it (more of a weak 15, to be quite honest). Be glad I'm only pimping the good ones, and none of the poetry. My writing is far from mainstream (at least that's my excuse), so most of it rarely gets read. Take pity on me?
I can't believe that party was only last night. Actually, I get beleive it was this morning that I was sitting watching trashy oneAM tv with Anria and my sister. Clo got promoted to Corporal last night, so she stayed up to boast to mum. Good for her! I meant to put more about the party in my previous post, but apart from 'guarding' a drunk Anria (not enough alcohol to get me even tipsy, alas) and slutty dancing with multiple other girls, much to the pleasure of the guys, not much happened. I can't help it, i have to be sappy: the best bit of the evening was walking home holding Anria's hand because it was 1AM and there aren't any street lights around here. I've never really held hands with anyone before, not since I was a small kid who ran out onto busy roads unless restrained in that manner. It was nice. ::huggles Anria:: There are things I want to say, but I don't think the words to express them have been invented, so ::huggles:: it is. That's my mood now, and when I think of that whole evening: ::huggles:: Don't worry, i'm not reading too much into anything, it was just very nice. Anria said some very sweet things, and we talked, and it was just all very good.
I've been having mini-mood-swings all day, from happy and warm to grumpy and resentful. If you were to compare the above with a post in my blog (the address of which is knocking about, but I no longer hand out) you'd see what I mean. How much I enjoyed myself at the party seems entirely subjective as to how I'm feeling when describbing it. It's nothing major, just the result of being bored and reading too much. Star Wars, Bill Bryson, the new Anita Blake (found it at the library - better than the last, but still reads like fanfiction of the early books), actual fanficiton... Ah damn, got to write more of that. Only a fool would promise to update a fic every other day. Which fool? This fool.
Why do I always sign off at the ends of posts? I update this thing about twice a day, on average. Sometimes I don't even leave the computer between updates. I suppose it makes it feel more like a real diary, something I have never managed to keep. Anyway, an idiosyncarcy to ponder.
ttfn
