Another Day

I had an idea for a Yonkoma strip last night, but I didn't right it down and I forgot it. So frustrating.

I realised a few moments ago that I forgot to take my medicine this morning. Another frustrating thing.

I had an idea for a story: What if perfect people suddenly started appearing in the world? But, I can't think of anywhere to go with it. And besides, it's a kind of thing that's done a lot.

I had more to say, but I forgot it. Maybe I should have entitled this "Things I Forgot"

**EDIT**

I remembered the Yonkoma idea! But then I forgot to write it down... But then I remembered it as I got in bed! Something about arguing semantics, I'll flesh it out later.

Oh, and apparently, event if I go back and delete all of the stuff that's added when I use the Blogger Button on the Google Toolbar, clicking the Blog Entry title still links to the page I clicked it on. Unhappy.

Turning Point

I've now graduated, and until very recently have been in a bit of a funk. I know it seems each time I post now is just to mention coming out of a funk, but at least I'm posting.

For the Summer thus far, I've spent most of my time playing Tales of the Abyss. Great game, I'm right at the end. Will finish it soon.

Last Friday I got Death Note (the complete box set) in the mail. I ordered it April 9th, but I'm willing to forgive Amazon because Death Note rocks. I finished it earlier today and began reading vol 13, which is extremely interesting.

Anyway, this funk mostly consisted of an extremely negative outlook on things. But As I was about to get into the shower, I heard Boston's Peace of Mind on the radio and something about that, mixed with finishing Death Note, made me feel optimistic. Today was also a cleaning day, though I just now realised that I didn't fix those clothes in my room...

I've switched from three to four days, and at first I used those days to the fullest, but these past few times I've only been doing the minimum. I think it will still use more time today than I would like, but oh well.

:3

Post Scriptum:
I've begun using the google toolbar. It's great, though not being able to change which site is being searched on the main search box is annoying. As is the fact that whenever I use the Blogger button to pop up a convenient window to post a new entry in, it automatically enters the information about my current page. I wish there were options for such things.

<3 Google anyway

Meh.

My Windows partition got virused and has completely ceased functioning. Sooo now I'm back on good ol' Ubuntu and working on configuring all the things I hadn't before.

I had something interesting to blog about earlier, but I don't feel like it now.

Word to remember

Nhuuna - Sister

This was actually two nights ago

Last night I had a strange dream. I, my brother, an unidentified female and an older unidentified female worked at what was called (but only sort of resembled) a hospital. I never saw the hospital from the outside, but the inside was completely tiled with pink tiles. It was a very familiar but unusual and warm pink. The walls and cielings were also this colour. The places in between tiles were black.

I never saw inside any rooms in this "hospital" nor did I see any "patients" I was never called a doctor, but I worked there. The young female was my friend, my brother worked there on a different shift than I, and the older female oversaw us all. Our "work" seemed to consist of holding up inside of a small break room. The room had two long tables, several chairs, a water cooler and was about 20'x6' and was much to small for its contents. Three of its four walls were open on the other side to an open area where two hallways met. These walls (except for the one with the door) hand windows around them. The fourth wall was blank. We would (Me and the girl and sometimes the older woman, if she were checking up on us) get in this room with weapons and hold of waves of zombies. I wasn't ever scared, I just remember that it was long, hard work and I would get rather exasperated. We didn't always stay in the room, sometimes we would go into the open area for a little while.

I remember a few specific events inside this dream (which seemed to last forever). One event I recieved a message that someone (possibly my mother?) Wanted to see me outside of the hospital. There were still zombies around so I took a weapon with me but was very nonchalaunt about killing the few that got in my way. I went out of the room and said that I would be back soon, went left down the hall that I didn't usually see and quickly turned right into an opening that lead onto a hill and down into a valley and in the distance there were mountains. I went to the mountains, talked to the person and came back. I killed a zombie, entered the room and apologised for having to leave.

Another time I remember walking with someone through the first floor lobby of the hospital. This was also pink and it was huge and open like a mall. I don't remember what we were talking about.

Once there was a long (or, I remember it as being long) sequence of me and the girl fighting zombies and as we did so we moved out of the room and into the open area. Near the end, the Supervisor woman showed up, as did my brother who was late for his shift. Apparently because he was late, I had stayed longer and ended up being awake for twenty-four hours.

I can't remember anything else now.

Today

I am finishing up my Senior Project which is editing the Literary Journal for this year. As I was doing so and talking to my mother, she asked me what I had submitted to the journal myself. I told her "Two things." as I wanted to avoid the subject of their actual names. "The centre spread and one other." "What are they called?" she asked. "'Hamelin,'" "Is that a poem?" "Yes." "And the other is 'On the Passing of a Young Mother and Her Unborn Child.'"

I don't remember exactly what was said, but she used that strange tone of voice she does when she thinks I'm doing something strange because she doesn't understand my reasoning. She said something about me never having experience that situation and I reminded her of Brittany. Now I am second-guessing the name of the poem.

I didn't take my medicine this morning and I got really shaky and my skin got hot when I wsa talking to her.

A change

Recently something has changed about me. I find myself thinking more and more of beautiful things and less about my writings. Despite this, I've been writing more recently than I have in quite a while. My senior project is almost finished and soon I'll be much more free to do as I wish with my time.