GOTH ROCK RULZ

Don't mind me, I'm just sitting here, impatiently waiting for my Hydra CD to come in the mail. YouTube is not enough right now. I kinda miss the old style Within Temptation. "Truth Beneath the Rose" and "Hand of Sorrow" and "Ice Queen" are the first things that strike me when I think of my favorite band. But at the same time, I love how their current musical style is a strong tribute to the rock style of the 80's. I want to be able to write books in multiple genres, so I guess I can't blame them for experimenting with different styles, too. :)

And don't get me started on G's upcoming single. I'm super excited, but more and more, I'm worried I'll be a little disappointed. For me (and quite a few other fans), his masterpiece will always be Last Song. But since G himself wants this song to carry his memory, to be his defining song, in a way . . . I don't know. I don't know. I think, as we say on Tumblr, I have too many feelz. (Yes, that's feelz with the z. It's more emotive. LOL.)

To bring up the subject of writing again, I'm not happy where I'm at with my main WIP. The story has gotten ridiculously long and complex, and I originally decided to split it into two books. But there's just too much material. I'm afraid I'm looking at a trilogy--a very disjointed trilogy that's taken almost four years of my life, on and off. And I feel like it'll take four more years to get it up to snuff. But I'm determined to try to finish it this year, if only so I can move on to another project. It's just not easy to do so while juggling two jobs.

Interestingly, this recurring customer at work, whom I always forget, always remembers me and asks about my writing. (Actually, there may be more than one. Like I say, I forget them easily.) I don't know whether to call that sweet or scary. I can't quite read her, so I have no idea how to react, and I just smile and say thanks. I don't like feeling completely unable to gauge people, because it makes me feel vulnerable. Ah, well.

Hello, all! Last few days have been a whirlwind of busy-ness and fatigue. (I say busy-ness instead of business, because there was nothing business-y about it. Yes, I'm feeling like butchering my native--and only--language today.) Fun, but not fun, because I've been separated from my preciousssss, the internet and the people on it. :D

But now I must fangirl over the premiere of Supernatural Season 8. This is special to me in so many ways, because for the first time, I'm caught up on a TV series just as it's actually, factually happening. That is an awesome feeling, minus the suspense rendered by commercials and waiting an entire week for the next episode. I'm used to blazing through 2 to 4 episodes a day.

Without dropping too many spoilers, let's just say I really enjoyed the episode, but felt it just a tad off. Like they had to amble through a set-up of the premise that really felt like nothing had happened, and the good stuff was still to come. Best part of the episode was, by far, our boys being reunited for the bajillionth time. That will never, ever get old.

And neither will this GIF. :D

. . . that you walk across your dark bedroom to turn off your CD player, only to see a silhouette of a spider on the INSIDE of the LED screen?

Well, odds or no odds, I just did. Usually, I would find that cool instead of creepy--but in this instance, this spider naturally just HAD to look like a tiny brown recluse. (And if baby spiders are anything like baby snakes when it comes to not knowing when to stop spewing venom . . . yikes.)

My poor CD player is going to have to spend the night outside. Hopefully, nothing else will crawl inside after the spider decides to leave.

And the images of brown recluses (sprinkled with horrifically unattended brown recluse bites) that I looked at are certainly not helping me feel like going to sleep.

I'm going to have a busy work schedule this week, because the lady who usually works in jewelry will be on vacation. So I'm basically going to be in jewelry all week long, more or less. Do not want.


credit jejeymoron

It's not that I hate working in jewelry--I hate being tempted to buy all sorts of beautiful crap while working in jewelry. Hello, girl, you can't spend your paycheck before you even get it. We're supposed to be saving. (Am I the only one that lectures myself in multiple persons? Please tell me I'm not.)

I actually got a working moodtheme up! Yay! (So glad someone gave me a tip to help me in the right direction.)

My cousin's baby came last week (or was it the week before?), and today we got to see Junior for the first time.

( More family and personal life rambling . . . )

Well, at least, I'm doing the latter part. Not quite so good at the keeping calm part. The heat is really getting to me; I nearly snapped at a customer at the bowling alley today.

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I'm going to be messing with my LJ layout for a while. It may take an hour, or it may take a week. Just be aware weird stuff will be going on.

By the way, guess what my Mom and sister are doing while filling Easter eggs with goodies? Watching The Addams Family. This is one of those days when I love my family. XD

I can't seem to do ANYTHING without a phrase, a smell, an image, or a sound prompting a plotbunny. And not a useful plotbunny to help me through a rut in the manuscript I'm already working on--oh, no! It's always a little nagging plotbunny for starting a brand new story, a story with nothing planned or structured, save for that one idea that won't leave me alone. One idea to join a chorus of other ideas.

What is it this time? A GIF. Right here on tumblr, AKA the most useful time-consuming device on the planet.

At first, I didn't like Emma Watson's short haircut, because I thought it was a step down from the lovely locks she already had. But, I must admit, the look there suits her.

And also puts me in mind of Hyde, though I have no idea why.

Down, plotbunnies! Down! I can't deal with this right now.

The plotbunnies are not listening.

I was thinking about posting something really awesome or funny or touching on 11/11/11.

Guess what? I can't think of anything that seems awesome enough. (Besides pictures of baby pterodactyls, which I don't have.)

So I'll just post one of my favorite poems.

THE DUKE OF PLAZA-TORO
William S. Gilbert

In enterprise of martial kind,
When there was any fighting,
He led his regiment from behind
(He found it less exciting).

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Note: very long, GIF-peppered rant in progress.

Over and over and over, I get asked the same question in various forms as I'm working as a cashier in retail.

"Where'd you get the cute accent?"

"So where are you from?"

"Are you British?"

Over and over and over, my answer is also pretty much the same. I'm an American girl, and I've never been out of the U.S. I've lived all my life in the same Southwest, same state, same county, same town. I've even lived in the same house for over 15 years.

But NOBODY believes me.




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