Sena's DW :: Watermelon Life

I finished Breathe a couple days ago and I've got it edited already as well, ready to go for next Thursday. It came in at 39 pages and 18,641 words, so on par for where most of the Horror High et al fics are coming in these days.

I posted Cornfields two days ago and so far it's not getting a great reception. But I'm used to that; very few of my HHEA fics get more than a passing glance from the fandom. It sucks, but it is what it is. I guess I should have started writing SPN back before the series ended and the fandom effectively died, that's all. (But I wasn't on my ADHD meds back then so I couldn't have even if I'd wanted to. :P)

Right now I'm working on Absolute Devotion, which is the next in line for the post-HH one-shots that I'm working at finishing up. I'm probably about 1/3 done and there are a couple of parts that are bugging me a little but I can tighten it up when I edit it later. *shrug*

I've started recommending a B-Movie in the beginning notes of each of my HHEA fics, it's the last thing I put in so it's at the very end. Just for a lark, really, and to spread the word about "good" B-Movies. In Southern Hospitality I recommended Cocaine Bear, in Cornfields I recommended Black Sheep and in Breathe I'm recommending Primal, and so on. I wish I'd thought of it sooner, I could have recommended like 30 more movies up 'til now if I had. :P

The last couple days I've been watching some new movies, too. The first one was The Bayou, and it was fun because giant angry (drug-fuelled) alligators. Then there was Screamboat, which was a Mickey Mouse horror flick but like... definitely horror comedy. You could have the BEST drinking game if you drank every time one of the characters mentioned a Disney song in casual conversation lol. And then last night I watched Final Destination: Bloodlines, which was pretty good but honestly I only half-watched the last forty-five minutes of it so I probably have to watch it again to form a solid opinion. I got distracted with PSP stuff. Oops.

Lately, on top of my ribs and my back, my feet and legs have been swelling so much that I'm developing stretch lines and even bruises. They're very sore to the touch. It's a circulation thing, so I've started wearing my compression socks again but they aren't doing much to help. Mom says to sit on my bed with my feet up, but then I literally can't do anything. What I need is a Revitive Circulation Booster but they cost like $350 so that's not happening.

Last Wednesday I went in to the Dentist to have a special x-ray taken because ODSP had requested it. It has to do with whether they'll approve my partial dentures or not, and I should have had it done two months ago but the last two months have been such a FUCKFEST between one thing and another I just got to it now. Hopefully ODSP will get back to the Denturist quickly and with a YES because I'm really Goddamned tired of not being able to chew anything. =/

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Dad is doing what he can to figure out how he can help me pay for a storage unit for my stuff, since it looks like the shed on Lois' property isn't going to happen after all. He asked if Mom would be willing to help out and it was like... no. No she won't. She already does a lot for me, really, and if I asked for her help with this, too, she would just get angry. I know I've worn out my welcome here in more ways than one, it just sucks to have it shoved in my face like that in times of need, you know?

Speaking of Mom, she literally just took me out today to buy tomato plants before they're all picked over so that I can plant my tomatoes next weekend (weather withstanding.) Little things. Now I just have to hope the soil in the tomato bins is still good after last year's blight near the end of the season. I dunno, I guess we'll see.

Last night I started a memoir. I titled it "Clowder" and the cover I mocked up for it has Neko on it. It's just going to be me spilling my guts about everything in my life from as early as I can remember until now. I'm really only writing it for myself, so I don't have a real deadline in mind. I'll just work on it whenever I feel like crying alone by myself over my keyboard for a while. I'm hoping it will be cathartic, you know? I'll probably just traumatize myself even more, in the end, though...

So, I said I was going to take a step back from Horror High and Storm Season to work on other stuff too... and then immediately invented like eight more post-HH fics and reinstated all the post-SS ones that I had originally scrapped, as well as inventing a couple of new ones (Coulrophobia & Baobhan Sith) so now I'm well and truly fucked BUT.

At the same time, in the last week I've finished four of the post-SS ones (most of which were LONG) and gotten a good start on a couple more, so I guess my brain just can't let it go yet. Dr. K warned me this might happen when I went on the ADHD meds, they like hyperfocus you but not always on what you WANT or NEED to hyperfocus on. I should be working on TKA. :| Oh well.

Anyway, so I've finished Hunting Souls, finally, and it came in at 34 pages and 15,094 words, but I hate the ending which is why I created the Baobhan Sith (I have to watch SPN 6.04 again before I can write that one) fic so help explain it, and when I edit it I'm going to re-work it a little bit, too. The problem is that with this being an AU universe, I have to explain what parts of it are still true to canon and what parts of it DEVIATE from canon and why, and the ending of Hunting Souls DEFINITELY deviates. It's fine, though, I'll work it out.

Then I also finished Echoes, which came in at 38 pages and 18,327 words, but again, needs to be edited, so the word count will change slightly as I do that. I'm pretty happy with how Echoes came out, even if it IS rather needlessly smutty, but it harkens back to the post-HH fics and THEY'RE all needlessly smutty, so I guess it makes sense haha.

I also finished Endling, which came in at a WHOPPING 50 PAGES AND 23,766 WORDS LIKE WTF ENDLING, and I'm generally happy with how it came out but I still have to edit it (so much editing in my immediate future UGH) and when I edit it I'm sure a few small things will change here-and-there. *shrug*

And finally, just yesterday I finished Fetters, which clocked in at a respectable 36 pages and 17,084 words, but is generally just a HOT MESS and needs SO MUCH EDITING. I do like the fic IN GENERAL and I have kind of a soft spot for Kindle, but it needs some WORK before it'll be ready to be posted. Luckily it's like fifth down the line for being posted so I have some time...

I skipped over Supply And Demand to finish Fetters because I got a bit into it and my brain just quit on me, but I'll have to get back to Supply And Demand soon-ish. And I'm currently working on the beginnings of two new post-HH fics, Southern Hospitality and Say Something, but I'm only like three pages into each of them so they don't really count yet.

I spent a while yesterday making and re-making covers for some fics and projects because I obsess over that, and now I need to update my Horror High and Storm Season binders, but I'm an an impasse with the Horror High one in that it is already full to bursting and I have to add more stuff to it, so on Wednesday when I go out to do my monthly shop (depending on how I feel), I need to buy another 3" white binder to expand my Horror High binders into two, and a second one to expand my Storm Season binders into three, because let's face it there are already 33 post-SS one shots, and each binder can hold about 10 to 11, so the two that I'm already using just aren't going to cut it. :P

I also need (another) new Endgame Girls binder, this time in green, because my brain is weird and it's hard to explain and my first Endgame Girls binder is now a Chaser binder, and the second one is now an Invincible In The Apocalypse binder, so, yeah. BACK TO STAPLES I GO.

And all these project binders of course need a HOME, but Mom said I could put another set of shelves in Jessie's room, so I'm buying those on Wednesday as well and then I just have to wait for my ribs to heal enough to haul the CURRENT shelves around to make room for the new ones. It's going to be a Job with a capital "J", but it needs to be done, and Canadian Tires has their plastic utility shelves on sale right now (or at least they were when I checked a couple days ago) so I mean. If I can save ten bucks I'll save ten bucks. *shrug*

So. Writing-wise that's about it for now, but I figure that's enough all things considered. I'm still sick and trying to recover so the only things I have the energy to do at all, really, are work on writing and watch movies/TV, and sometimes not even that. Yesterday I did a couple of small chores around my room (moving some binders, putting laundry away, putting my backpack away) and it ABSOLUTELY wiped me out. I still need a nap every afternoon just to make it through the day. I still can't breathe; I'm still coughing; my ribs are still broken (and will be for some time, obviously.) I have a ways to go.

Oh, and also, Mom talked to Uncle Alec about me possibly paying him and Aunt Brenda a small amount in rent each month to be able to maintain use of the shed (I can only afford like $150/month but it's SOMETHING) and the answer was a CATEGORICAL "NO", so I was just fucking back to where I started, with all my stuff being literally taken to the dump when the clock ran down next spring and them having the gall to CHARGE me $100 for each load.

But I talked to Dad and asked him if Lois would be amenable to me maybe putting up a shed somewhere on HER property and storing my stuff THERE until I finally make it to the top of the FUCKING SUBSIDIZED HOUSING LIST, and then when I move my things out again she can have use of the shed, obviously. Anyway, Dad called me back the next night and said it was fine with Lois, so he's going to figure out the best placement for a shed of the size we need and try to source a prefab one because I certainly can't build a fucking shed and while HE has the technical know how, his health pretty much prevents it at this point in time. I mean he's 65 with a heart condition and a back that is FUCKED, so.

He's going to get back to me. The only question now is how I'm going to PAY for the shed, or the moving truck to get my things from Baysville all the way down to freaking GEORGETOWN. So, it's going to come down to money (again), as it always does, of which I have... none. :|

So, Mom and Lee have got it in their heads that I don't need a new dresser/stand for my new tank, the half-collapsed dresser that's already DESTROYED TWO AQUARIUMS will work FINE if we just set some 2"x4" boards across the top and then set the BRAND NEW, EXPENSIVE TANK I JUST BOUGHT on top of them. I think the whole thing is going to go tits up REALLY fast, but my opinion apparently doesn't matter.

Anyway, so yesterday we went to Home Depot and got two 2"x4"x8' boards cut down into 19" segments so I can MAKESHIFT THIS BITCH in another few days when I'm finally feeling up to it. This time next week, maybe. In the meantime, the axolotl tank continues it's slow leak, which isn't ideal but I'm dealing with it. On the plus side, the MelaFix took care of the bacterial infection and the Methelyne Blue took care of the fungal infection (mostly; I need to do another treatment), and the 'lotls are back to acting like normal again, so I'm feeling good about that.

While I was at Home Depot I also got two new plants; a lil tiny baby Dean to add to Dean in the axolotl tank, since Dean is currently a little sparse, and what the lovely people on Bsky are telling me is a Baby Rubber Tree plant. Baby Rubber Trees like dim light or filtered sunlight and high humidity, so he'll do well in my room, I just have to remember not to water him too much. Also he needs a name. At first I was thinking "Wolf", but a plant named that should really be a fern and ferns don't survive in this house, so maybe not. I'll think on it. (Maybe "House" because he's made of rubber and therefore everything just bounces right off him!)

I do need a new pot for my Baby Rubber Tree, though, and I had been hoping to walk to the Dollarama at the corner today, but I need someone to go with me, since I'm still recovering. Last night Mom said "maybe", and today she and Lee went out for lunch, but apparently she wasn't feeling well by the time they got back because she laid down to sleep IMMEDIATELY and when I went downstairs she was already out.

I am so, SO tired of coming downstairs and Mom being asleep. She goes to bed at 11pm and sleeps until 11am, and within an hour of getting up she's asleep again. Honestly, and I've told her this flat-out, I'm WORRIED about her, but she says it's no big deal, that she's just bored, but when she can't even stay awake for a fucking HOUR without having to cover up and go to sleep again, that's a sign, to me, that something is WRONG. No one will listen to me, though, because my opinion never holds any weight around here. =/

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Besides that, today is Thursday so this morning I posted Lifeline to AO3, and it's slowly gaining a few hits. Last week I posted Pinfeathers and it went over REALLY well for a fic in this series, I was surprised. It's still getting hits as I type. I don't figure Lifeline will do as well, but I can always hope, right? I guess it's still just disappointing that these fics didn't gain more traction. The SPN fandom really did mostly die off after the series ended, unfortunately.

Oh, also, the parcel from Dad with my Christmas gifts in it FINALLY arrived yesterday. He sure took his time this year, lol! But he got me some DVDs (Critters Attack!, Alpha, Megalodon: Frenzy and the new Prehistoric Planet, parts 1 & 2), a plush Stripe from Gremlins, a blue alien plush, a grinder tool, a for real razor knife set (I think he's trying to stop me cutting myself up with the cheap dollar store ones) and three dinosaur models. He also included Lois' gift, which was a Dollarama gift card and some socks, as per usual. <3

I downloaded some of the movies from that list yesterday, and right now I'm watching Big Bad Wolves, which is foreign and in subtitles, and not a horror movie so much as a psychological/torture porn one. I'll probably finish watching it this once and then just delete it, it's not really to my taste.

In the meantime I'll maybe work on Levels Of Protection (formerly Protection, formerly-formerly Let's Make This Moment) because I'm kind of bored with this movie, if I'm honest. The video recommending it made it seem much more exciting than it actually is. :|

I guess with being so worried about the 'lotls the last couple of days I haven't been sleeping much, which sucks but also I finished writing and editing Snapshot so at least that came out of it. It came in at 37 pages and 17,329 words all together.

Now I'm going to edit Ghost In The Machine. This Thursday coming up I'm going to post Snapshot, though, which defers Ghost In The Machine by a week which means I still have plenty of time. I still need to edit Pinfeathers and Teeth, too, before I post them on their designated weeks, and then... I REALLY need to work on the next fics in the series if I want to keep up with my update schedule. Like whoa. :|

I'm just starting to get back into the groove with my writing now that Dr. K has upped my dosage of ADHD meds. It's been like two weeks, I was expecting it to happen faster but idk. Maybe with my system already acclimatized to the lower dosage, it's taking longer for the higher dosage to take effect? Is that a thing that can happen? I have no idea. Or maybe this dosage just isn't strong enough for me and I need an even higher one. Dr. K told me that if that happens again I can just call the office and tell the receptionist I need a new prescription for a higher dosage, but I feel like she didn't mean AFTER ONLY TWO WEEKS, you know? So, I guess I'll stick it out a while longer.

Speaking of Dr. K, last time I was in I mentioned to her (in the course of conversation) that a couple of years ago I switched from regular Coke to Coke Zero, and she was AGAINST IT. Apparently the artificial sweetners in sodas like that mess up your guy biome AND your brain biome. She literally told me she would rather I was drinking full-on Coke than the diet or Coke Zero. So, this month I bought real Coke and I just used up the last of my Coke Zero yesterday. I guess I'm officially back on real Coke. Now we'll just see how much weight I gain on it. I mean I only drink a can a day (sometimes two), but still. That's why I switched in the first place. Not that it really matters, my weight is already totally out of control, so I mean... what's a can of Coke a day? Sigh.

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Last night Dad called to check on me and see how the situation with Mom was and I lied to him and told him it was better, because if I didn't he was going to call her and that would have ended badly for everyone involved, but probably especially me. So, I just told him things weren't as bad and we were getting along again when in reality, like 50% of the time she's yelling at me for something I've done or said, or was about to say, or even just something she ASSUMED I WAS GOING TO SAY. I can't seem to do anything right and that includes THINKING which like, figure THAT one out. She seems to have decided she's psychic lately, and it's insufferable. I just spend all the time I can in my room and avoid conversations with her unless absolutely necessary. Walking on eggshells, walking on eggshells.

I think it would hurt less if Mom and I hadn't been so close before, before she decided that everything I said and most of what I did was intolerable. I wish we could just TALK IT OUT but every time I try to start a conversation she gets angry immediately and that makes ME cry (because that's my reaction to stress; I have no control over it) and then SHE starts YELLING because me crying pisses her off now, for some reason, even though she's known me my whole life and KNOWS I have no control over it.

I so desperately want out of this house and into a place of my own, buy I'm stuck here until the subsidized housing people come through or someone in one of the one-bedroom apartments in the co-co moves out or DIES, whatever comes first. Dad says if he had the room he would move me down there to live with him, but we tried that once before and I had a total mental breakdown as a result. I just. I don't CO-HABITATE well with other people. I have a lot of eccentricities and habits that people find annoying and frustrating and it all just makes them come to hate me in the end. I'm not an easily lovable person and I know that.

Maybe if I get some books published people will see me differently, I don't know...

Anyway.

I'm thinking of rehoming my betta fish, Delta. I only got him because Jaskier died and I didn't want to keep a little tank strictly for Lute. But when I brought Delta home, I just didn't form the attachment to him that I did to Jaskier so now he's become a chore to take care of, and that's not fair to him. Maybe I can find him a better home on kijiji or FB Marketplace or something. Although I don't think you can list animals on FB anymore...

I have days when I consider rehoming the budgies, too. When they're being loud or I'm cleaning up their incessant mess and I just think ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. But I DO have an attachment to my birbs, at the end of the day despite the noise and the mess I would be sad to see them go, so I haven't acted on those urges yet. I just get really tired of the feathers behind EVERYWHERE, I guess, especially from the girls. =/

AXOLOTL UPDATE: Kaida and Haku are BOTH out and exploring the new tank now, so I think in the end they'll be okay. Still worried about Ryuu, though, he remains scrunched up in one of the hides shunning the world. I think he was hit the hardest by whatever the fuck happened with the water, though, so it's not a huge surprise. I'm just hoping he pulls through.

My Dad is always in my corner, no matter what, even though he lives two hours away, and I appreciate it more than I can ever express to him. I thank him all the time but it doesn't feel like enough.

Yesterday I posted to FB that I was desperately looking for another place to live and he was immediately concerned and told me to call him. I didn't get the message for like two hours, but when I did I called and explained everything that happened with Mom the night before. He gave me some advice and reminded me that after he and Mom split, she never really had to struggle, she's had it comparatively easy, as opposed to how my life has gone, so she probably just doesn't understand. He also said I should try talking to her again and working things out, and if I couldn't, said he'd call her at the end of the week and talk to her about it, which... honestly, would probably only make things worse, but I appreciate the offer.

Then we talked about a couple of other things, which I think he brought up just to get my mind off everything for a bit, and that was really helpful. I hung up feeling not quite as worthless as I have been the last couple days.

Yesterday, I spent most of the day frantically searching Kijiji and FB Marketplace for an apartment, or a room for rent that was large enough for me and that I could afford. I found one room that was promising, but when I messaged the girl said she thought it had already been rented and also the resident dog didn't like cats. I get that, but that scratched that one off the list. Another one I messaged and they never messaged me back, which is the rudest thing ever as far as I'm concerned, at least send a quick "it's already rented" or whatever.

The third isn't ideal, it looks like a basement room and my plants would all die, I'd have to leave them here if Mom was willing to take care of them until my name comes up on the subsidized housing list, but it might be big enough for NOW and they said all my pets are fine. The problem is it's $900/month which is about $450/month more than I can afford. I would NEVER be able to afford moving my stuff from Baysville and storing it in a storage unit if I was living there... and like I said, I have no idea where I am on the subsidized housing list (though I emailed them yesterday to ask about that so hopefully they'll get back to me ASAP.) Basically, if I take this room I can afford rent, medications and cat food. I would pretty much starve and I mean that literally.

But I've worn out my welcome here, so... what choice do I have? Rent prices are so fucking ridiculous anymore and ODSP refuses to get with the times. They still give me (and everyone else) $450/month for rent, like... that literally can't even rent a ROOM anymore.

Anyway, last night after I talked to Dad and fed the cats and put them away for the night I asked if I could talk to Mom and she just made this frustrated, impatient noise like talking to me is such a hardship anymore, but she came upstairs and we talked. I was like "I need to know why you yelled at me for twenty minutes last night" and she was like "BECAUSE YOU WERE CRYING"--AS IF I HAVE ANY CONTROL OVER THAT.

All of my life, ever since I was a toddler, whenever something gets overwhelming to me, or emotional, I fucking CRY, and I have NO CONTROL OVER IT, IT JUST HAPPENS. And she KNOWS I have no control over it! She's seen me grow up fighting it and never being able to get anywhere! It's just HARDWIRED IN, and with all my psych problems that makes it even worse, which is ANOTHER THING I have no control over!

But I guess she's just finally gotten sick of it. She can no longer tolerate if we're talking and I start to cry, it just makes her blow her top, which she says SHE can't control, except I'm FORTY-ONE YEARS OLD and she's been controlling it fine up until now so what's suddenly so different?? I TRY. I TRY SO HARD NOT TO CRY WHEN I'M EMOTIONAL, AND SHE THINKS IT'S OKAY TO JUST BLOW UP AT ME EVEN THOUGH I'M TRYING LIKE THAT?? IT'S NOT AS IF I'M DOING IT ON PURPOSE TO INFURIATE HER.

So basically we established that I'm not allowed to cry anymore, like ever, and she'll be fine as long as that condition is met.

And then she went right back to treating me like nothing was wrong for the rest of the night because THAT makes total sense.

Today was Georgetown Day and my alarm was set for 6am but I woke up at 5am because God forbid I should actually sleep until my alarm jfc. *facepalm* It made a day that was ALREADY going to be long even LONGER.

Between 5am and 8:45am I took my pills, dealt with the inevitable nausea that goes along with them, drank ginger ale, and worked on TKA since I wasn't going to get a chance to later. I got almost 4,000 words written, so yay on that front! I'm up to 61 pages and 28,877 words, now. I'm definitely on track to reach 50,000 words before the end of the month. The word goal for TKA is around 80,000 though, so I can just keep working once I reach the 50,000 mark and see how far I get by the 30th.

Still concerned about the amount of dialogue vs descriptive text though.

Anyway, we got on the road around 9:30am (or so) and got to Geoorgetown around 11:30am, and Mom, Lee, Dad and I got started right away on unloading both vehicles. It only took about half an hour, there wasn't THAT much stuff, but it rained on us the entire time so that sucked. Then we went inside to visit with Lois (and the dogs) for a little bit, and she FINALLY gave me her oatmeal-coconut-chocolate-chip-cookie recipe!! I HAVE BEEN BEGGING for it for like TWO DECADES. We need mini chocolate chips, so I'm adding them to the grocery list for next Friday, but we have everything else and I AM MAKING THESE FREAKING COOKIES SO HELP ME GOD.

After our quick visit with Lois, we hit the road again, stopped at THE WORST MCDONALD'S for lunch, like if I put out product as sloppily made and packaged as they did when I was still working at McD's I would have been FIRED, and then it was back to the highway for another two hour drive home. Mom and I were both losing the good fight at this point and the only reason we BOTH didn't fall asleep and crash and burn was because we kept talking at each other basically the whole way.

When we got home, I had to feed the cats (we were a LITTLE late but not too bad), take my afternoon pills, and fill a bucket with water to do another deep clean of Kaida's tank tomorrow, and then I just... died. A little. For two-and-a-half hours. I only woke up because Pluto decided it would be a good idea to start walking all over me in my sleep.

When I woke up, I wandered downstairs long enough to make some tuna melts for dinner, then I took them up to my room to eat and like... I was thinking "I should be writing" the entire time, but my brain is SO TIRED right now, today was EXHAUSTING, and so instead I found a movie to zone out to, preferably one with gratuitous violence. So right now I'm watching The Purge: Election Year. Pfft.

I might tinker with some wiggly foxes tonight, but that's about all I'm up to.

OH ALSO. On the 31st of October when I did my shopping, I bought turmeric supplements because they're apparently good for NAFLD, and also for joints, so I figured it couldn't hurt, right? TURNS OUT IT COULD HURT. Ever since I started taking them I've been having increasingly bad symptoms (tremors in my hands, hot/cold flashes, dizzy spells) and I've been craving sugar like WHOA. WELL. When I looked it up, it turns out turmeric can cause low blood sugar in some people, and with me it was doing it A LOT.

So, I paid like $40 for three months of this stuff and ten days in I can't even take it. BAH.

This morning I racked up over 5,000 words for TKA, so now I've clocked 45 pages and 21,082 words in just 8 days which is amaaaaaazing for me and the NaNo. I might manage to go over the 50,000 words before the end of the month, which is GREAT because I'm aiming for 80,000-ish words for TKA in the end.

I'm jumping around scenes and sections of the story the same way I wrote Horror High and Storm Season and that seems to be working really well for me. It somewhat gives me mental whiplash at times, though, jumping from scene-to-scene, especially when it's like a really serious or depressing scene and then jumping to a really fluffy or happy scene. I just did that recently and it was like... whoa. But at the same time, going to writing depressing shit to lighthearted stuff can be really good for me, mentally, too, it's like a lil vacation for my mind.

I am starting to get a little worried that there's too much dialogue and not enough descriptive text so far, but I have a long way to go, so hopefully I can turn that around. Plus there's always the editing phase, which is a whole 'nother ballywhack. :|

In regards to post-Storm Season stuff, I started working on Echoes a bit yesterday (Destiel porn so far lmao), and I think I want to work on Kindling some, but for some reason I am AVOIDING Teeth even though it's the next one I should be working on. Technically I already skipped it to write Nightingale. Anyway, I also changed the title of "Stalagmites" to "Serendipity", which I like better and I think suits the fic better as well. *shrug*

Today Mom took me out to Walmart and I got a gift card for Lois for Christmas, so tomorrow I'm going to wrap everything for Dad and Lois up and bake a batch of shortbread cookies for them so I can deliver their Christmas stuff on Sunday when we go down to take my stuff for storage. I need to go through the boxes in the basement for some big enough for a couple of the things, and dig out the Christmas wrap that's under my bed since the rest of it is all in the garage still, we haven't brought it in yet. But yeah, that's the plan.

Kaida is getting huge. He's maybe half the size of an adult axolotl? Maybe? Give or take, anyway. It's getting harder for him to find places to hide in the tank and he doesn't seem to feel the NEED to hide as much, but he still manages it from time to time. Mostly he just hangs out in the food drop zone, which is hilarious to me. He's not stupid!

Mom and I are going to Elmvale on Tuesday to pick up two other 'lotls from the woman I got Kaida from originally. I'm going to name one "Haku" but I haven't decided on the other, I kind of want to go with "Tatsuya" to keep the Japanese Dragon Naming Theme, but I also like the name "Falcor", so?? Yeah, I'll PROBABLY go with Tatsuya ("Tatsu" for short), but I'll decide for sure once they've been in the tank for a couple of days and I get to know them a little better.

The woman I'm getting them from says they're not so much like "underwater bunnies" as some people say, though, so if one of them turns out to be the opposite gender I don't have to panic. Apparently her boyfriend has had a mixed tank for YEARS and only had eggs like twice. And if you just scoop them out and discard them, it's no big deal. So I mean... there's that.

I've been working on tons of wiggly foxes right now, the batch that I was working on originally that's almost done as well as a set of four for Trunks for Christmas, a black-and-orange one, a Christmas one and a belated Halloween one with a candy corn tail. Plus the Rainbow Dash and starry void ones that Poe suggested that I'm avoiding because reasons.

I need to take my finished wigglies out to Mom's car to take pics of them hanging from the rear view mirror for my Etsy listings. Apparently any listings that have less than two pics they don't show in searches anymore, so it's like... I need more photos, and I don't really have any other ideas besides the rear view mirror one. Maybe some on the Christmas tree once we put it up? idek. I'm not good at this whole Etsy thing.

Yesterday my monstera clipping came in the mail. I paid the extra dollar and got a rooted clipping, and the seller sent me an extra clipping as well, so that was nice. I need to leave a good review for them ASAP. Anyway, I planted them and assuming they take properly, one (new!Castiel) is eventually going into the aquarium while I think I'll see if Mom wants the other one. She might like it, it's like a swiss cheese monstera or whatever so it's neat. Otherwise I'll keep both of them.

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I tried emailing Poe again the other day and they still won't email me back. I don't know why they have to be this way, but the more this goes on the more I think I actually AM better off without them, after all. And thinking that hurts like hell because they were somehow the best friend I've ever had despite the neglect and abuse. So, what does that say about me and my friendships, really? It's a sad state of affairs.

Alright, so yesterday Mom and I went to Baysville and got as much of the rest of my stuff moved to the garage as possible. My Uncle has built a shed to house it all, and he's going to be transferring everything over to the shed over the next little while, so like thank you Uncle Alec for not making us come back up and move it all AGAIN. :|

There is some stuff that didn't fit, which will be going down to Georgetown to be stored at my DAD'S place because literally we have nowhere to put anything here. All the boxes out of the basement here will be going to Dad's place, too, theoretically, assuming we can fit it all into the two vehicles because Mom doesn't want to make two trips to Georgetown and I don't blame her it's a LONG drive.

That aside, I'm looking forward to seeing Dad and Lois, at least, I only see Dad once a year at Christmas time and I basically NEVER see Lois, so hopefully we can take an hour in there somewhere to visit for a bit, maybe between unpacking carloads? We're going to need a break at some point anyway, right?

Also I'm thinking about just bringing their Christmas gifts with me when we go since I have everything here already (except Lois' gift card), and that would save Dad a trip in December. But that means I need to make a batch of shortbread like THIS WEEK. I'm pretty sure I have everything I need in the house, though, like it just takes flour, sugar and margarine. XD;;

Other than that, Mom has agreed to go to Elmvale for another 'lotl for me so I'm STOKED. It'll be the week of the 11th-15th, assuming the woman even has any left by then. I messaged her last night but she hasn't replied yet, so I'm just waiting. Also, hoping that the ones she has left are males. She doesn't know how to sex them (hence Kaida being a "she" until he wasn't) and if I get there are all of the ones she has left are female I'm going to have to leave empty-handed. I don't want 10,000,000 babies thanks. :D;;

Kaida has been out and about a lot more lately, I think he's finally feeling comfortable in his tank now that there are more plants and stuff (and he's getting bigger), and the other day I got him an adult-sized hide and at first he was like o__o over but now he seems to have adopted, so that's good. I need to clean his tank today and he's not going to like that (he never does), but it's sadly EXTREMELY necessary.

I'm going to buy something to try to clear up Kaida's water, since it's kind of consistently a little bit cloudy and has been right off the hop. I did a bunch of research and apparently API ACCU-CLEAR is safe for axolotls, so I'm going to try that. But it has to wait until I have more money because that seems to be the way things always go for me.

I need a real pot for Alpine, the cutting I took off of Bucky a couple months back, as he's outgrown his little plastic starter container and now needs a real home. So next time I'm in the dollar store I'll see what I can find. Haha, I started all these clippings, like a TON of them, all at the same time, assuming that half of them could die off, and then like... ONE died. And now I have all these plants and nowhere to put them (but I love them anyway!)

I got a rooted monstera clipping on etsy that should arrive next week (it's just shipping from inside Ontario) that I want to get going and then add to the aquarium. He's going to be the new Castiel. Right now Dean has a leaf that is trying to die and I'm like DON'T YOU DO IT, DEAN. DON'T YOU DARE DO IT.

When I did my shopping a couple of days ago I got a bunch more binders, including a bigger one for Storm Season et al, but now that I'm looking at it and at the number of one-shots there are, I will probably need to use the old SS binder as well. The SS one-shot situation has really gotten out of control lmao. But I'm having fun, and that's what counts!

Right now I'm randomly working on Nightingale, which takes place after Teeth, so like. I SHOULD be finishing Teeth up first, but I was inspired for Nightingale so here we are. It's an accidental succubus Hunt so basically the whole thing is smut but like that's what MOST of the Horror High one-shots were like, so I guess we're just going back to our roots with this one. They pretty much all have at least one sex scene in them, though. XD;;

Considering I'm ace myself I do write a lot of porn. :|

Storm Season is up to 118 pages and 52,957 words and I'm still going strong. At this rate I'll have it completed by the end of October easily. I did some editing on the first three chapters yesterday but I'll definitely need to edit the whole thing at least twice before I start posting it. (I hate the editing process but I also obsess over it so. There's that.) Then I'm going to move on to working on finishing up the post-Storm Season one-shots, but that might not happen until December.

I've shut down all but like 5 tabs in Word (Storm Season, When Lightning Strikes, Ghost In The Machine, Pinfeathers and my journal) so hopefully I'll stay on-task, but then again I've tried this before and the other tabs just keep... opening. Almost on their own. Like magic! :D;;

Today is the day Mom and I are driving to Elmvale to pick up my axolotl! I'm so excited! The tank is all ready and the right temperature (thanks to the cooling fan) and there are all sorts of hidey holes and stuff! The guy apparently has two and I get to pick which one I want, so I'm looking forward to it. And $50 for an axolotl is a good price, if I was buying one from a PET STORE it'd be hundreds of dollars. (Mom still winced at the $50 though like she doesn't understand pet market pricing AT ALL.)

It seems Poe had got themself at least one new axolotl, now that they're (I think) living in the annex instead of the main house, their Mum can't say anything about them having pets anymore, which is good. Pets are good for Poe, just like they're good for me. I wish I could message them and say how happy I am for them, but even if I did they wouldn't message back, so it's pointless. Still, good news on the Poe front.

I ordered some citrine and tiger's eye chip beads for making into bracelets. I'm trying to get gemstones that have uses in the magic community so I can make Wiccan bracelets, but I can only afford a few beads each month. I got chalcedony and black tourmaline a couple months back, then I got aquamarine last month. They all have their uses. I know this kind of thing is better coming from an actual Wiccan but what people don't know won't hurt me. Besides, I was Wiccan briefly, years back. :|

I have a bunch more jewelry to post to my Etsy, as well as my current buttons (mostly Pontypool and Evil Dead Rise quotes) but I'm procrastinating over it because I hate taking the pics and I hate doing the listing so I'm like... BLEGH. But I have a whole bunch of Ghostbusters (1984) movie quotes that I want to make into buttons, and I want to do some Abigail (2024) quote buttons, so I can at least get started on those... in between... all the writing I'm supposed to be doing?? idek I have too many projects.

Speaking of projects, I have four new Wiggly Foxes like 2/3 done! They started off orange with grey socks and gloves and I painted over the grey in different colors. One is blue, one is pink, one is green and one is half/half metallic purple and metallic gold. They're turning out really good, but it always takes forever to paint a fox. They're tedious. That's why they're so expensive.

Um.

Oh, last night I made a sweet potato pie for the first time! I tried it once way back years ago at Andy and Carolyn's place and really liked it, and I wanted to make something different for Thanksgiving this year. It turned out really good, based on the little dish of extra filling that I baked alongside it.

Speaking of Thanksgiving... my sister and sister-in-law want to host this year and that's fine, but it means my OTHER sister and their mom will be there and I don't know if I'm up for their bullshit right now. Last night Amy called and asked if I was going to be coming and I was like "I DON'T KNOW??" because it is literally going to depend on how I'm feeling that particular day (this coming Sunday.) But even if I don't go, I'm sending a pie! So!

I asked my brother what he wanted me to make him for his birthday this year and he said a deep-dish apple pie so I have to do that on like... Thursday or Friday? Because Mom is getting together with him Friday night so she can deliver it then, or I can give it to him on Saturday when he comes here to do laundry because God forbid he go to a fucking laundromat and not raid our fridge once a week. Anyway.

Also, Dad watched Deadpool And Wolverine and wasn't impressed because the plot was weak and the violence was over-the-top and I was like of like "...do you KNOW Deadpool??" but I just replied to his message "I respectfully disagree! :D" and left it at that.

Well, the axolotl guy I emailed never emailed me back. This is like the fourth time this has happened idk why people don't want to sell me their axolotls, but like?? Anyway, I've found ANOTHER person so hopefully THEY'LL get back to me? idk I'm not getting my hopes up anymore. I just don't want to have to buy it from a pet store they're SO EXPENSIVE from pet stores. :(

I wrote like 2,000+ words on Storm Season today, which is good. I'm at around 40,000 words now so only 30,000 more to go! :D *FACEPALM* I can't even do small projects can I? No, it's always 167 pages this and 167 pages that. (I'm aiming for 150 pages for Storm Season, so slightly shorter than Horror High, maybe only 9 chapters instead of 10.)

But like even the HH and SS ONE-SHOTS are 30 pages a piece, come on!

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I finally emptied the For Poe box that's been sitting on the desk in Jessie's room for... MONTHS now. Most of it just went into the For Christmas bin, but a couple of things came out entirely. I'm hoping to send them a small parcel around Birthmas time with a couple of things in it. A book, some pins, a mug, a small plushie. Things I really want them to have, even if we aren't in contact much (or at all) anymore. Things I bought for them.

It's funny because sometimes I feel really depressed over the whole Poe thing and then sometimes I just feel numb. Today is a numb day. I miss talking to them and laughing with them, and being able to comfort them during the bad times. I wish I could still do that for them, though I don't know how much use I actually was it it, to be honest. I did try, though.

I just miss my best friend, but I keep trying to tell myself, I broke off our friendship FOR THEM, so I need to be strong about it, no matter how hard it is on ME. (But I think a little part of myself was hoping they would email me back and say "no, we should still be friends!" so it hurts that they think so little of me.)

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Last night I watched Deadpool And Wolverine again, and I enjoyed it just as much the second time around. Thanks DAW for giving us a Chris Evans cameo, and a Wesley Snipes cameo, and a GOOD DAMBIT. And also the fight music was all absurd and inappropriate but somehow WORKED REALLY WELL ANYWAY, I don't know how they did that??

Dad hasn't watched it yet, he's waiting for it to come out on DVD (October 22nd!) so I don't have anyone to talk about it with until then and it's KILLING ME because it was SO GOOD and Dad is going to DIE LAUGHING, I just know it. XD

Okay, so literally a WEEK AGO I had to have a tooth pulled, and it was a NIGHTMARE. I've had several teeth pulled over the years (5 counting this latest one), and NONE OF THEM put up as much of a fight as this one. The Dentist had to PULL and YANK and REAF on the tooth for like fifteen minutes before it finally let go, and there was a TON of WRENCHING and TWISTING as well. It didn't HURT, at the time, because of the freezing, but it was still unpleasant. :|

Anyway, it's been a week now and my face is still KILLING ME. I have GOUGES in my gums around the socket where the tooth was, just from the extraction procedure, so those hurt on top of the pain of having a tooth pulled in the first place. SO MUCH HEALING TO DO OMG. I'm living on painkillers right now for obvious reasons, though they don't always help much. Blegh.

Other than that...

I'm 163 pages into Horror High, but I'm relatively close to being finished now, maybe 20 more pages to go? I'M GUESSING?? I'm just writing the Hunt right now and then I have to finish up two other scenes and then I'm done, unless I think of something else I want to add in the meantime. I've got up to Chapter Five edited and ready to post, so I'm going to be able to actually adhere to the Posting Schedule that I've set up for myself. (I know, me, stick to a Posting Schedule? INCONCEIVABLE.)

ALSO.

I talked to Dad about the whole storage thing and he says he can't take the furniture, so to pack all the furniture and as many of the boxes as possible into the storage shed my Aunt and Uncle are setting up, and any boxes we can't fit he can store for me. This includes all the ones that are in the basement here, so we'll be able to get them into storage as well, we just have to drive them down to Georgetown. This is a HUGE FUCKING RELIEF. I have been stressing SO BADLY over this. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.

I forgot to wish Dad a Happy Father's Day last Thursday and he messaged me two days later "oh and by the way-- HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!" all sarcastic. I felt bad. Of course I felt bad. So I apologized and wished him a Happy Belated Father's Day and... RADIO SILENCE. He's SO put out that he's not talking to me.

He doesn't understand that I am still going through a lot right now and time is not a linear thing for me at this point in my life. I LITERALLY forgot what day it was, it's not like I snubbed him on purpose or anything. But I guess my brother won't have anything to do with him, so he pins everything on me and when I fall through it puts his nose out of joint.

It's frustrating.

My Dad called today just to chat about movies for five minutes before he sat down for supper. He calls every few days now. Before, he used to call maybe once every 4-6 weeks? But he found out how badly I was doing back around the beginning of February and really stepped it up. He's trying to keep an eye on me and also keep my spirits up. He doesn't really know how poorly I'm ACTUALLY doing, though. He doesn't know I tried to kill myself twice in February. And I'll never tell him. The only one who actually knows is Mom, and even she thinks I'm doing better than I actually am. I only talked to her about it because I was desperate and needed to tell SOMEONE.

I'm good at putting on a smile and pretending I'm better. That's what I'm good at. Masking. And I know it's not good for me, but it's my armor, to protect both myself and others from what's actually going on inside my fucked-up head.

But I'm not okay. I'm pretty much never okay.

Been on the bus for 12 hours, which is much better than 26 the first year I came down to the States. I slept most of the trip this time anyway, since I didn't sleep the night before. Had too much to do; in the afternoon I took the town bus to Mom's place to do laundry, and when Mom got off work she had a coffee and then we went to my apartment to start organizing and moving the animals. Somehow, though spacial magic I only partially understand, we managed to fit everything in only two trips with Mom's little car. We were channeling Houdini or something, idk. So we settled the rabbits and cats at their temporary home in Mom's basement and then had dinner, after which we went back out so I could pick up rabbit/cat litter and a couple other misc. odds-and-sods that I needed to before I left. After that we went back so I could finish my laundry and then Mom took me home.

With the cats out from underfoot, I took the opportunity to clean and vacuum the house. YAY CLEAN FLOORS AND STUFF. I also did some baking; Broken Glass Torte for Dad (does that count as baking? XD;) and fruit loaf as well. It started off as banana bread to use up the bananas before I left, then I ended up adding pineapple, then cherries, then coconut. Then I realized I didn't have any flour. *facepalm* So I had to improvise and used my Magic Bullet to make corn and oat flour instead. It worked fine, just took less time to bake through and didn't rise as much as if I'd used white flour. So whatever. I made four loaves, so I took one to Mom and brought one with me for Dad and Lois as well. Baking done, I did the dishes, then continued cleaning. Then at like 3am I finally started packing for my trip. xD; Way to procrastinate, right? I know, I know.

Anyway, packing took FOREVER as usual, especially since it took me an entire hour to decide which beads I was going to bring with me. >>; Last year I managed to limit myself to like four boxes, plus a box of charms/pendants and a box of findings. Um. Yeah. This year? Like twelve boxes of beads, plus a big box of charms, a big box of pendants, and three boxes of findings. I fail, what can I say? I also had to pack Maddie and Chloe's Christmas and Birthday presents that I never got around to mailing. Because I also fail at THAT, too. So like half of my luggage this time is made up of stuff that I brought down for them. Then there's my cosplay stuff as well. I actually pack very light for ME, it's just that I can't go anywhere without bringing copious amounts of STUFF for other people and projects. ^_^;

So, having not slept a wink all night, Dad picked me and my luggage up atound 9am. We went out to the res for him to get smokes, then back into town so I could stop at Mom's and drop of my keys (so that she can get into my apartment to feed Genbu and Aya and the fish) and her vacuum (which I had borrowed the night before.) She and Lee were up, so I said a quick goodbye to them and then we were on our way. The trip from Orillia to Georgetown was mostly uneventful. Except for the massive detour because of an earlier car accident on the highway, our brakes almost going out because of sitting on them so much in stop-and-go-traffic, and a short stop at Toys R' Us in Mississagua. TOYS. YAY. Dad found something for his Star Wars collection, and I got come LPS for my own, as well as some animal erasers because SO CUTE OMG SQUEE. I also wanted a Transformers Ravage figure, but I managed to resist. Mostly by reminding myself that anything I bought there I would have to haul down to the US and back again lol.

Oh, note to self: 12th line outside of Orillia? FUCKING FULL TO BURSTING WITH CRAB APPLES. GET MOM TO TAKE YOU OUT THERE IN SEPTEMBER.

At the kennel, there was a little Lang family get together for one of Lois' granddaughters' birthday. It was slightly awkward for me to be there, but they were all nice to me. I did get some weird looks from the kids, though, since they had never met me before. Plus my hair cut is totally like a dude's now. But in general it was fine. After they left I got to talk with Lois some, which I always enjoy. But around 7 I HAD to lie down for a nap. I just hit the wall and couldn't keep going. My body was suddenly like "I QUIT". So I crashed on the living room couch for two hours. Then at 9pm I got back up so we could get underway.

Dad and Lois have accuired some dogs who aren't poms in the last year. First was Maggie, a pug/boxer cross that Lois' mother bought and then decided she didn't want, so Lois offered to take her. Then there was Lucy, a little Jack Russell who is really thin and lankey compared to most Jacks. Then a couple months ago they got another Jack, Sadie, who was half-starved and hadn't had any real affection or anything in her entire life. The pics from the day they first picked her up are just sad; she was so thin her ribs and spine stuck out. Poor thing. But she's all chubby and happy now, so it's all good. While Lucy has attached herself to Lois, Sadie has adopted Dad. And Dad is absolutely head-over-heels in love with her. But to be fair, Sadie is the suckiest, most friendly, affectionate little dog you could ever imagine. <3

Anyway, since the market for poms isn't great right now and the market for Jacks is still decent, they decided to give a litter of Jacks a try, so they went out and found a male, Max, who is the newest addition to the pack. Sort of. Because he's unaltered he has to stay in the kitchen and can't run with the girls or EVERYONE would be pregnant, including every human leg who happened too close. lol. Max is a sweetheart, but a little excitable. In more than one way. Haha. They plan to try breeding him to Maggie next year for some cross pups, and then Lucy the year after that. Sadie won't be old enough to breed safely for a couple of years yet, but she's the one that they're really looking forward to getting puppies from since her personality is so perfect. I guess we'll see!

Right now they have one litter of tiny itty bitty pom puppies that are RIGHT AT THE EPITOME OF CUTENESS. Two blacks, a cream (with siamese-like points and some white markings) and an orange-sable. (Their mother is black; idk about their father. It was this pairing that spawned the Parti Poms earlier this year.) They're maybe two weeks old, can see and hear and toddle around a little, but are generally just chubby round little poofy things that lay around with tubby milk!bellies and kind of resemble miniscule bear cubs. SO FREAKING ADORABLE. And they're all friendly as hell, and their mom has no trouble letting you reach in to pet them. Which is good because I spent a good amount of time smishing me some little pups and cooing at them and letting them suck on my nose and chin. X3 Dad says he'll take some pics so I can share. You guys. Seriously. You can't even comprehend the level of OMGCUTE!!1! these dogs are without seeing them. I WILL SHARE, AND YOU WILL SQUEE YOURSELVES TO DEATH I SWEAR.

If they weren't way too young to be sepparated from their mom, I would have been seriously tempted to try smuggling one of them out in my pocket. Heh.

Anyhow, around 9pm Dad and I took off and drove into Toronto so I could catch my bus. We even only got a tiny bit lost! And when we got to the terminal Dad hung around with me until it was time for my bus to board, then he headed home. He did call a few minutes later, though, just to make sure I was on board and on my way fine. Then the 12 hour ride commenced, but to be honest I only remember about 1/4 of it because it was dark and the bus was moving and I just fell asleep.

Ugh, US customs was a pain in the ass this year. And yet at the same time, managed to be really polite and friendly about it. It was weird.

First, the guy almost didn't let me into "his country" because of my passport photo. That one I had anticipated being a problem, since my passport photo was taken back when I was 260+ pounds. I've lost over a hundred pounds AND cut all my hair off since I had it taken, so it doesn't really look like me anymore. But eventually he decided the photo was workable, he just highly reccommended that I get a new one before next summer. Then he balked because I only have $300 US cash on me. WELL WHAT? I have more money, just not IN CASH ON MY PERSON. JEEZ. He was like "how are you going to support yourself while you're down there? $300 won't even feed one person for a whole month!" but I explained about the money situation and staying with friends and etc etc etc and he finally gave in... only to ask if I "had something to be nervous about". Because my hands were shaking. *FACEPALM*

I told him it was because of blood sugar, because that was esier than explaining that I SHAKE LIKE A CHIHUAHUA ON SPEED. ALL THE TIME. FOR NO REASON. So, that sorted... he wanted to know if I had any reason to return to Canada. I was like "...bwuh?" But apparently, because I'm not working, he was concerned I was going to just, yanno, STAY in the US and not go back to Canadaland. Forever. So what proof did I have that I would be going home after the trip? We finally decided that my family and pets were relatively decent reasons. At which point he demanded to know about Maddie and Chloe's home and job statuses, and expressed concerns for me being able to support myself (AGAIN) since neither of them has a full-time job. ASDGH. I was starting to get frustrated by then. I mean really, really frustrated.

I just smiled anyway.

But I finally did get out of there and on to baggage check, which is always interesting because of the weird shit I bring with me for cosplay and stuff. At least the baggage checkers usually get a laugh or two out of it. They take their jobs seriously, but not nearly as seriously as the guys asking the initial questions. =/ In any case, the guy checking my bags only had a problem with my snacks. He took my apple, my cherries, and my cherry tomatoes. Boooooo. But oh well. They're easily replaceable. And he didn't even make a mess of my bags like most customs guys do. I didn't have to reorganize anything at all! (...until later when my backpack kicked the bucket. Then I had to transfer my lunch stuff into another bag and just chucked the backpack in the trash. It was a dollar store one anyway, so meh.)

So, that done, back on the bus and on with the trip! ...so basically, more sleeping. lmao.

At Detroit, though, I had a stopover for an hour until my next bus came in. I got to talking to one of the girls that had been on the last bus and was going to be on the next one. Tyra was super nice and we got along great. So we chatted for the rest of the stopover and then on the bus some before both of us decided we needed to sleep some more. She got off two stops before I got off in Dayton, but we exchanged info so we can get ahold of each other later. ^^ That was once thing about the first year I came down here; I met that girl, Z, on the bus, and we got along great, but I forgot to get her email. I still kind of regret that. =/

But, all in all, it was a pretty good trip. I got in here at Dayton around 1pm and have been waiting for Maddie and Chloe while I've been writing this entry. Maddie had a test to do or whatever so they couldn't be here to meet me when I got in. But that's fine. I have Squall with me, so I've kept busy, and they're on their way now. Should be here any minute! ...and Squall is yelling at me that his battery is low. And I have to go to the bathroom. So I guess I'm done this journal. XD;;

Been forever since I last posted. Oops. I fail. But whatever, December is a busy time so I can't help it! DX! I do plan to post a nice looooong entry here tomorrow or the next day though, so yay for that? lmao.

Spending tonight over at Mom's place, as Dad is coming up tomorrow (assuming we don't get a random huge snowstorm or anything) to exchange gifts with my brother and I. And just because Trunks and I are both huge dorks, I brought over most of my Disney and Dreamworks movies and we're having an animated movie marathon. XD <3

Anyway~