That became huge... So:

Stuff for today - applying for a billion jobs tomorrow, got Ch3 back from beta'ing, much editing to work on. Ch2 is edited and sent off for re-betaing but that may be a little while coz my lovely mimei has her first week of Second year Uni this week, so she must prioritise that.

I suppose I'll start on Ch4 soon >_> I don't really feel like it right now though, Ch4 is gonna be pretty intense, with lots of evil monologues... *sigh*

Still haven't started on my skirt, coz, well, saturday was 6 hours of singing and learning new music at church for the music teams, and today (still sunday in my head) was me resting all day and hoping I wasn't going to suffer from a swelling brain and have a stroke. (I smacked my head really hard on a raised speaker while helping to set up some drums yesterday, it DAMN HURT but today I've had a nasty headache so I've decided I had a concusion and I was going to die a painful death.) I'll probably (hopefully) start the skirt tomorrow.

My Dad, without my permission, booked me into a weird seminar on being a bum at WINZ (It's like the welfare people. (for USAers)) that you have to take before going on the Dole. He said that since it's taking me so long to get a job I might as well be receiving some money from the government while I wait. Personally I hate the idea of taking money from the government coz I can't get a job, I see that as a sign of failure. (As apposed to taking money from the government for being a student, which I see as my right.) My emotions on my father arbitrarily making this move are mixed.
1. How DARE he do that without even ASKING me!? What a fucking AWFUL thing to do, as if he is TRYING to make me feel like a 4year-old! This move is so.... Lucius MALFOY of him! So fucking SLYTHERIN! ARG! I want to SHOOT him! With plastic toothpicks! Millions of tiny tiny toothpicks!
2. Money is good, his reasoning behind getting the dole is sound. And I know myself well enough to know that I wouldn't have done anything about it on my own steam.

Thus, I have yet to have a screaming match at him.

So yeah, that's on Tuesday. Wednesday I'm helping out at the church with reception again.

OKAY! SO! The real reason why I started this post!

Another non-poem, by me:




When I think about, all the things I have to do in life, it scares me.

So I don’t think, I practice forgetfulness.

Then, at 3:27am, they run, crouch, and LEAP—

CATCH! Caught you in a trap!

Too late, too slow, too lazy, too damn stupid to see,

Should have, would have, could have, don’t mean shit when you’re staring at the finish line with no strength left,

Can’t make those final steps.

Got nothing left,

And it’s too late. Didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t.

So what’s you’re great plan now? Lost your chance. Too damn busy; too damn scared to throw yourself in, with all your passion, all of your fury.

Now it’s too late, sun is setting, stands are empty - you’re grey and wrinkled, facing a pale, sad-smiling dusk,

Where was your great adventure? Your dream? Your life?


What are you doing in the next 10 seconds?


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Yeah, coz like, brains...