So, I still work a night job at a hotel. Let me tell you- living in the northern hemisphere and working at night really cuts down on the amount of sunlight I get to see every day.
I go to work after the sun sets, leave work before the sun has risen, and wake up when the sun is setting.
Do you have any idea how depressing a thought that is? I'm practically a vampire! Except minus the drinking blood thing because I personally find that really nasty and distasteful. (Probably because I'm a woman and thus am forced to deal with bleeding I would give almost anything, short of getting preggers, to end.)
Anyway...I really wish I had something exciting to tell the internet, but I really don't.
Still trying to write a book...I have an idea of a plot and some really epically awesome scenes- it's the filling the space in between that gets me.
Why can't I ever have a useful imagination? You know, one that will actually give me a complete story rather than "OH GOD THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!!! AND THIS CAN HAPPEN TOO! AND THIS!!!"
But no, I get stuck with the ADD crackfest that is my brain. I seriously can't do anything without it trying to make me go crazy via awkward observation or plotbunny.(For those of you who aren't down with "fan speak" plotbunny is when there's enough of a hole in a plot for you to run wild with the "what if" scenarios. Or it's just plain hinted at. Whichever.)
Umm....I have been a terrible person and avoided writing this fanfic for about two months now. I feel awful because it was for someone's birthday. But I wrote it three different ways and I wasn't happy with any of them so I figured I would just keep going until I was satisfied and just beg forgiveness when I finally get around to posting it.
I feel incredibly dumb without school. My job doesn't require much thought or education and I like to learn things and I feel like the universe is shrinking around me because I spend all my time working or sleeping. I hate it. No amount of feeling burnt out is worth this disgusting gnawing in my gut that basically tells me my life is over and I wasted four years on an education I'll be paying for for the next ten years and isn't good for anything except saying that I have a BA.
Also- I have no social life. I barely see my roommates for more than a couple hours at a time; and rarely together. Sundays we get together with a few friends and do some home cooking and generally enjoy life...but then I head off to work while they all hang out and watch The Walking Dead.
Okay. That's enough of me being all teenage-level angst and depression for you guys!
