the time changed!!! in the middle of my work shift last night. sooo i ended up working nine hours rather than eight. plus the normal half an hour late, so i basically get to work two ten hour days in a row. woooo. @_@ i woke up at 1 exactly, and i'm not sure whether that means i woke up at [the old] noon, like normal, or if i slept all the way until 2.
applied for a job at best buy today. caleb, my friend from work is starting there soon, he quit working with me. :c but i have his number! i'mma tell him that i did it. i saw him last night.
last night was pretty busy, pretty rough. but only about 1/4th as bad as last weekend. even though day close went on for ages, even though we were quite busy. it was more like a normal saturday than THE SATURDAY FROM HELL like last week. i was almost overcome with anxiety about how bad it might be, but it wasn't that bad. it helps that i pushed really hard to get things done on time because i knew once 12 or 1 hit, we'd get really behind. also helped that we had that extra hour to deal with customers.
so, it's November. and i think diving headfirst into NaNoWriMo would do more harm than good, but i'm gonna try to write about headworld more this month. i'm carefully refraining from saying anytthing specific that i have in mind because i tend to set myself up to fail that way, so i'm gonna just let it grow.
man, going through timehop... i recognize myself pretty well through 2010, but starting in 2009 is when the writing seems... not me. i guess i had a pretty sharp break in personality after that point. it's not exactly Thirteen either, but and i repeat, she is not exactly who she was back when she was the main fronter, so. [also i was... pretty freakin ignorant back then ahaha >_>]
and another rune just SHOT into my head like a lightning bolt. again. god damn. my first thought is that this is Trolley's, but i'm not certain. i might have written it in the wrong color, i just used neutral black ink.
inspiration feels like possession to me. feels like? is. my eyes suddenly lose focus and stare wide and i drop whatever i'm doing and reach for the nearest paper and writing instrument and start scribbling. no thought. my eyes usually don't even focus for that, i don't need to, i just have to get it down RIGHT NOW. no wonder people thought in the past that inspiration came from the gods. i mean, that's how i feel too, it's just that the gods don't live up in the clouds or in heaven or outer space, they live inside me, and they're just /my/ gods. and sometimes they're not strictly gods.
it's november. this is Shivers' month. i should find him, i don't see him much anymore but i feel him enough to know that he's still around. i've never really known what his purpose is, never quite understood it. sometimes the sick parts of my subconscious used him like a puppet, made him the "face" of it... but that's not really what he is, what he's about, despite his demeanor.
some info about Shivers: he first made himself known to me in 2005. he is superficially similar in the face to Kyo, who was very closely tied to me/Thirteen and the front back then as she was our fursona before she became her own person. he has the same ears and muzzle as her, but beaten up and twisted as if they'd been broken and healed misshapen. he has no 'headfur' and instead of a long fluffy tail, he has the tail of a chameleon, curled up at the tip, with little spines running down his back and tail. he has one white eye crossed out, and the other eye bulging out of his skull, whirring in all directions seemingly randomly. i've never seen him not wearing a huge face-breaking grin, showing all his teeth. his fur is a uniform royal blue kind of color. from the knees down he has, rather than legs, long skinny stilts that bring his height up to about 11 feet. he is named for the way he stutters and staggers around on those stilts, and the shuddering, halting way he speaks and moves, almost like he has a neurological disorder.
you know, i never thought about it, but Kyo is so closely tied to me and the Bloodline that she... might actually count as one of them... i almost NEVER see her around these days, which tbh is a pretty bad sign i think regarding our mental health... i need to find her and see if she is part of the Bloodline! i have regarded her as a main fronter. she might actually be the missing link between Thirteen and myself, or one of them at least?!
hoo. wow. i'm filled to the brim. breathing out holy blue-white smoke. i'm a medium. i can't focus my eyes properly. i feel like they're two spheres of quicksilver churning in my eye sockets. i'm opening a new document.
applied for a job at best buy today. caleb, my friend from work is starting there soon, he quit working with me. :c but i have his number! i'mma tell him that i did it. i saw him last night.
last night was pretty busy, pretty rough. but only about 1/4th as bad as last weekend. even though day close went on for ages, even though we were quite busy. it was more like a normal saturday than THE SATURDAY FROM HELL like last week. i was almost overcome with anxiety about how bad it might be, but it wasn't that bad. it helps that i pushed really hard to get things done on time because i knew once 12 or 1 hit, we'd get really behind. also helped that we had that extra hour to deal with customers.
so, it's November. and i think diving headfirst into NaNoWriMo would do more harm than good, but i'm gonna try to write about headworld more this month. i'm carefully refraining from saying anytthing specific that i have in mind because i tend to set myself up to fail that way, so i'm gonna just let it grow.
man, going through timehop... i recognize myself pretty well through 2010, but starting in 2009 is when the writing seems... not me. i guess i had a pretty sharp break in personality after that point. it's not exactly Thirteen either, but and i repeat, she is not exactly who she was back when she was the main fronter, so. [also i was... pretty freakin ignorant back then ahaha >_>]
and another rune just SHOT into my head like a lightning bolt. again. god damn. my first thought is that this is Trolley's, but i'm not certain. i might have written it in the wrong color, i just used neutral black ink.
inspiration feels like possession to me. feels like? is. my eyes suddenly lose focus and stare wide and i drop whatever i'm doing and reach for the nearest paper and writing instrument and start scribbling. no thought. my eyes usually don't even focus for that, i don't need to, i just have to get it down RIGHT NOW. no wonder people thought in the past that inspiration came from the gods. i mean, that's how i feel too, it's just that the gods don't live up in the clouds or in heaven or outer space, they live inside me, and they're just /my/ gods. and sometimes they're not strictly gods.
it's november. this is Shivers' month. i should find him, i don't see him much anymore but i feel him enough to know that he's still around. i've never really known what his purpose is, never quite understood it. sometimes the sick parts of my subconscious used him like a puppet, made him the "face" of it... but that's not really what he is, what he's about, despite his demeanor.
some info about Shivers: he first made himself known to me in 2005. he is superficially similar in the face to Kyo, who was very closely tied to me/Thirteen and the front back then as she was our fursona before she became her own person. he has the same ears and muzzle as her, but beaten up and twisted as if they'd been broken and healed misshapen. he has no 'headfur' and instead of a long fluffy tail, he has the tail of a chameleon, curled up at the tip, with little spines running down his back and tail. he has one white eye crossed out, and the other eye bulging out of his skull, whirring in all directions seemingly randomly. i've never seen him not wearing a huge face-breaking grin, showing all his teeth. his fur is a uniform royal blue kind of color. from the knees down he has, rather than legs, long skinny stilts that bring his height up to about 11 feet. he is named for the way he stutters and staggers around on those stilts, and the shuddering, halting way he speaks and moves, almost like he has a neurological disorder.
you know, i never thought about it, but Kyo is so closely tied to me and the Bloodline that she... might actually count as one of them... i almost NEVER see her around these days, which tbh is a pretty bad sign i think regarding our mental health... i need to find her and see if she is part of the Bloodline! i have regarded her as a main fronter. she might actually be the missing link between Thirteen and myself, or one of them at least?!
hoo. wow. i'm filled to the brim. breathing out holy blue-white smoke. i'm a medium. i can't focus my eyes properly. i feel like they're two spheres of quicksilver churning in my eye sockets. i'm opening a new document.