This is my new story on Wattpad.
And the slight two-day funk I was in has passed. The issues that put me in it have not been completely resolved, but I'm not under a mopey woe-is-me raincloud anymore. Life is... positive meh. No longer dangerously negative meh, but not exciting enough for impressively positive meh. Impressively positive meh is like a three-day-weekend in school. An absolute positive is... it ranges from stuff like the trip to Little Five I wrote about a LOOOONG time ago to Myrtle Beach to the two second euphoria upon completing a bit of my stories. My default is positive meh to neutral meh. I'm a generally unemotional person about stuff like TV shows and stuff that I see tons of people (including my sister) get thrown into a tizzy over. It's actually kind of funny to watch. (Something about as life-threatening as sticking your arm in an alligator's mouth yet hilarious that I discovered is when you tease Rose about anime. Seriously, her reaction is so over the top it's insane. But I don't do it that often anymore, because I value my life. And it's just mean. But mostly because I don't like being pounced upon.)
On another subject, real life has been dull. God, where's an alien invasion when you need one? Let's bring the Doctor to America for a change! Sigh... why is all the cool stuff in Britain? Grumble, grumble... Now that I've started posting stuff everyday I am actually aware that time is, in fact, still passing. Still feels a little time-loop-y though. Days turn into weeks and all that. But I'm not living the same weekday over and over.
I still have to read On Writing by Stephen King. I've gotta remember that, because that's just the sort of thing I'll end up leaving until the last minute and then just disregard completely. And it's a book. I'm the type of person who just goes through the things like... an SUV with gas. I've pretty much read everything I really like in my small library to death. I have gone through Harry Potter at least one time to many in too soon a time span. I should go to the library in the near future. I haven't done that in ages.
So on that note, I post this, because it's almost six and that's kinda late for me. See ya tomorrow.
T.Y.G.E.R.
Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone.
Yeah. So it's a weird holiday this year. Firstly because we had it in our house instead of my Aunt Becky's. Second because my cousin Andy's chasing my sister with a... nevermind. Turkey neck. Not going to talk about it. Not going to get involved.
Weirdest. Family. Ever!
Oh, and this bit of news could go everywhere or nowhere: My dad says he has an idea to turn our tree house into a TARDIS.
Best. Family. Ever!
Yeah, we have a tree house, wired with electricity (I helped with that) and everything! But the roof is made of a type of wood that leaks. Badly. So it's currently in renovations purgatory. Mildew, cobwebs, dirt. Yech! But we have the tools to fix it! I think... Last I checked... Details, Details... But all that aside-A TARDIS! Doctor Who is the coolest thing ever. Paint it blue on the outside, instead of it's blendy-bleary gray and green, and totally convert the inside. (Using lots of junk. That area, though, is covered. We do have junk.) So, now... resources (quite possibly), motivation...
But we're probably gonna need time. Planning and stuff. Models.
Can't wait.
T.Y.G.E.R.
I'm baa-ack! Hello again, unseen audience of random people! Darn you, school, you suck out all my energy I could put towards doing cool things. Like writing. And learning how to draw better. And making little flower fairies. Yeah, that was fun. That's totally how I'm going to spend the weekend!
...
What the heck is wrong with me?
Jeez...
So anywho... my life is ennui. (ohn-wee) That's one of our vocabulary words, it means boring in french. Which means I need to get my imagining muscles flexed and working, high school has made them go all stiff. Thinking... Thinking...
I need to learn how to laugh in a foreign accent.
The book Coraline is brilliant. Just saying. Her mom's all 'Where did you go we're supposed to be shopping!' And Coraline goes 'I was kidnapped by aliens but wore a disguise and talked funny and got away.' Like my dad. I asked him what Doctor Who was about once. He told me it was about these clones (Doctor Who, When, Where, What, and How.) And he had the comic around somewhere. This sounded amazing and I asked him 'What about Doctor Why?' He said questions like that made him run away. He then told me about him and a friend walking down from the... Colorado Mountains, I think, and coming back to find Doctor What in his blue lab coat and a disassembled electric guitar (not his, so no worries) and a blender. Or something. Can't really quote it verbatim. So I couldn't wait to find out more. Sadly, the comic was something I had already read and was nothing like what he described. Neither was Doctor Who. I still like it, but Dad's version sounded more exciting. I think I'm going to write a story about those Doctors. That would be fun. I could connect it to A Wrinkle in Time and...
Stuff.
Rant ended. I think I might post my story The Lost Rabbit on Wattpad. I'm going to do that now.
T.Y.G.E.R.
