A Better Word for Weird

Blurgh. Just......blurgh.

Unless something incredibly awesome is scheduled to happen in the next coupla days, I say we rewind to midnight on Tuesday and have a do-over.

Who's with me?

50 BOOKS 2007
6)) American Gods, Neil Gaiman

I think Neil Gaiman should be counted as a genre in himself. All his stories are so similar, conceptually. He's a real wordsmith, which is what makes the story interesting to read over again.

On the other hand, I think it was Andrew Lippa who said that if you write enough, you eventually find out you're writing the same story over and over again. Maybe it's just that Gaiman's personal story is easier to discern.

( Cut for Hypochondria )

*curls up in a little ball and whimpers*

Cancer is scary. I don't want it. Everytime I find some little weird lump on my skin I freak out, but usually it's something like a not-on-my-face pimple or something that will similarly go away in a couple days. This? Looks different than anything I've seen before.

I think I'm going to cry. No, I'm going to slather myself with sunscreen, and then I'm going to cry.

We are all of us entitled to a nervous breakdown every now and again. A stressful day on top of a stressful week on top of a hundred little things gone wrong that individually are insignificant, but together seem like disaster, on top of one Last Straw. That's when you start pacing over the grass and gripping the hell out of whatever you happen to have in your hand, and then out of nowhere you're weeping under a lamppost.

It can only go uphill from here. I just hope I didn't scare my roommate too much.

Many of you who know me in person know that I often cry at movies. Mostly because I like to allow myself to be emotionally affected by them. But usually, it's only movies that make me cry. Books rarely do it, and I could probably count the number of books I've sprung a leak for on the fingers of one hand.

Usually, comic books affect me even less.

Now, Jeff Smith's BONE #55- the final issue of my favorite comic book ever- has earned its place as the first comic book to make me shed tears...


Bye-bye, BONE. You will be dearly missed.

Rory broke up with me.

I think all the Fun of today was sucked out onto the last two days. Or something. Today was looooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnggg. And boring :-p

One interesting thing- a good Lunchtime discussion. Moral correctness is different from legal correctness- the only efficient way to change the law is to change the majority's mind.

This was one of those not-fun rainy days... where the rain just keeps on going endlessly. It's too much erosion; too much gray. It's depressing, and people get testy. Even my parents, who barely ever say a harsh word to each other, are arguing. And this "fight", while probably very tame in the eyes of many out there, is not fun for me to have to observe.

The end of school has snuck up on me. I feel unprepared, unready. I'm not ready for finals. Time is winding down and it's slowly zooming by...

It's hard trying to stay yourself when the world's going smush.

Harder still trying to stay on track to the person you want to be.

'No songs fit for great halls and evil times.'

'The sun is shining, and here we are together.'

Those words are my hope, as crazy as it may sound (though it's only crazy if you know who said them).