Take My Hand, Let's Get Famous

location: Death Star

mood: exhausted

music: Dark Waltz - Hayley Westerna

Friends, this weekend, I became a zombie.

The 5th Annual Richmond Zombie walk was this past Saturday, and it was pretty spectacular, gotta say. For those of you who don't know, it's an event were crazy people like me dress up as zombies, congregate in one central location, then proceed to walk in a Romero-like zombie state around town. There were over four-hundred of us. Think about that. Over four-hundred varieties of zombie lurching around Cary Town. Pretty bitchin'. Also, it's a charity event, so we raised over six-hundred dollars for the American Cancer Society. Hell yeah. Zombies can do some good, too! There are pictures up of it all over. No, I'm not the one with her tits hanging out. Ew.

The Friday before, I went with some friends to FearFest. Whilst wandering around the insanity, I had my Tarot cards read. What they said was pretty awesome for me, gotta say. I'll be keeping it to myself for a bit, though- I've told too many people. We'll see how it turns out, though.

I've also been doing some serious writing lately. No, really. I just cranked out three chapters of a brand new story in the last few days. What the hell's wrong with me? I certainly don't know. *sigh* C'est la vie. I also need to stop speaking French. It's why I'm doing so poorly in Italian. FML.

That same day - aside from going to the gym for the first time - I bought a 1932 edition of King Arthur and His Knights. No, you don't understand how excited I was. Really. It was pretty intense.

I'm not meant for academic pursuits. I spend far too much time doing things like this, with no drive to do anything else. I think I'm broken; opinions?

Oh, guess who got their Avenue Q tickets today? Oh yeah. 7 November will be a good day indeed. I'm way pumped to go see adult-rated puppets. What does tht make me, exactly?

I have nothing else interesting to say. Therefore, I'll stop flooding your cyberspace with my nonsense. Ciao, tutti.


--A

location: Dorm

mood: hungry

music: Kingdom Hearts Background Music

The end to yet another day of classes. It's been different, adjusting to how things work at college versus high school. I've got a least an hour in between all of my classes, which helps, but it also leaves me a small amount of time to get anything else done.

Participating in a twenty-six week endeavor for writing. Short scenes, etc. I'm sure that it'll be entertaiing to say the least. It's been a while since I've really written anything.

On my way to Math today, a torrential downpour occurred. I pretty much said "fuck it" and went outside without an umbrella. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway) I was soaked to the bone by the time I got to class. Fun stuff. Those clothes are now trying to dry somewhere in my room.
Now that it's the weekend, I need to make plans. We'll see how that goes, won't we?

This is going to be a short one. Not too much to report.

--Artimis
 

location: Home

mood: frustrated

music: When the Stars Go Blue - The Corrs feat. Bono

So I've spent the last hour or so looking for my mystery loch.

I'm sure you think I'm crazy (which is probably not a bad thing to be thinking), but I know that I'm talking about. A while ago, I was trying to determine a legitimate location for a story that I'm working on. Makes sense, yes? Well, I'd found it, and written about thirty-two pages with the new knowledge that I had. Then of course, my hard drive committed suicide and refused to located the OS, rendering it useless. I made it the slave hard drive while installing a brand-new one, but my computer can't even see the old hard drive.

Why is this so bad, you may ask? Well, thirty-two pages is kind of a big deal as far as writing goes. And of course, this kind of shit only happens when you have something really good, and you can't remember a damn thing that was written in the first place. Now, if I knew what I'd written and could rewrite it, this would be less painful. However, that is not the case.

Needless to say (though I'll say it anyway) I'm beyond frustrated. I think it was near a town that started with a F or a L, I'm not sure which. Gah! So irritating! Maybe I'll figure it out, and maybe I won't. I'd rather the former than the latter, of course. I like having real references, because it makes the story a bit more entertaining when I can base it in partial fact. But hell, I'm a fiction writer, so why does it matter so much? Probably because it's based in our world, more or less.

On a less confusing note, I had a wonderful evening at a party with some mates, had a water balloon in the hostess's front yard, did some swimming, and just all around had a good time. She doesn't think I did, but truly I did! Well, minus someone needing to canoodle in the corner for the entire party. One of my friends tends to do things that bother me, but what am I supposed to do about it? It's bad enough that I get frustrated and angry with him, and that's just not nice. But it's not like I can always be yelling at him- that doesn't make a very successful friendship, does it? I quit. I don't know why I'm bothering to get upset, because it's just not worth it. Well, I do know why: every time he goes to a party, he spends a decent portion of it with a different girl on his lap, refusing to let them get up. That's what bothers me. Don't ask me why, but it does.

I'm going to end my search for my mystery loch this evening. Perhaps it'll come to me in a dream. I had the strangest one last night, with the near-running down of a friend's ex-boyfriend, and graduation taking place in July with Kels in a bedazzled hoodie...but I digress.

Cheers,
--Artimis

In a few hours, I'm going to be starting the move to the lake. It'll be different, to say the least, since I've lived at the same place for the last sixteen years.

I really have nothing to say right now aside from that. Just checking in, y'know.

--A

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