mom went with me to come back. i drove the whole way, which doesn't really bother me, since i know she'll have to drive the whole way back herself. but then she insisted we set up the crock pot to make a pot roast stew thing, then go to kroger, then to lowes. and so now i have some random food things, but not, like, bagels. and i just used the last of my shortening to make brownies which are practically glued to the pan. i had a hard time getting one 'piece' out with a fork. it's pretty much just crumbles.
i've been feeling rather domestic today. i cleaned up my mess from last night and made brownies to sorta apologize for nicole eating most of the roast from last night. i changed my sheets and put my nice flannel ones on. i finished that fleece hoodie mom started forever ago - and now i jsut have this urge to sew things. so i looked through the jean book, intending to start something, but i need so many notions for everything...
so i decided to make something with those extra tshirts anna found last year, only i sniffed them and they smell like man. so i have to wash them before i can do anything with them. and i almost typed 'warsh' there...
so now i'm waiting for the dryer to finish so i can start sewing again. i just really want to sew! i'm planning on making a shirt with the border of a bandana on it for a neckline. and i hope it looks cool... i might just make it a vest or something cuz i have 5 mediums and 1 small.
i have a closet again! it's awesome. mom let me have the hanging rack that was in her sewing area since my actual closet is pretty much unusable. it fits perfectly in the indent where rachel's poster is. only now you can't really see the poster... i hung up all my senior invites next to shelley's painting above my sewing table. looking through them makes me happy, especially because i have a mini copy of ben guthorn's bawlmer hon.
i suddenly feel like talking about my most favoriteest fill ever. it's ongoing, and is updated about twice a day, which is really nice. the prompt was this:
Matthew and Alfred say their farewells, promising to meet the next day for lunch, and they depart in their own directions, each heading for home. Matthew walks happily, not really taking in his surroundings, and turns down an alley he always uses as a shortcut home.
And then, he feels the knife in his body. He looks up, and into a face he does not know, the details burning into his mind before the killer slashes again, this time more fatally. Matthew falls to darkness.
And wakes, the sent of plywood and diesel around him. It's pitch dark, and he is flat on his back. He reaches up to realize he is trapped on all sides by wood, and he panics. He screams, knowing no one can hear him, and pounds on the wood, sobbing, vainly trying to reign in his terror.
And then, he can hear them. The voices of the others. The other victims of this killer, all buried like he is now, buried in the Canadian wilderness.
What I would like is a fleshing out of this, please. How is he found? What would be the consequences if he is never found, and he is trapped in an airless box, doomed to forever die of asphyxiation, and come back again, only to die over and over again?
it apparently came to OP in a dream, which is pretty terrifying. and at first i didn't want to read it, but for some reason i decided to give it a try. and boy am i glad i did. because it's amazing. and kinda terrifying at times, and very dark. but i love it. there's 41 parts right now. and it's nowhere near done. currently, Alfred and Matt are going around Canada and digging up the other victims and placing Canadian flags at their heads, then calling the police to find them. Matt was in that box for about 3 and a half months, so he's a little 'off' now.
read it here~
not that anyone will... i'm not even sure why i take the time to rant about these things here...
in other news, ces is planning to hit the gym tomorrow [for a real work out, not just to check it out] and i'm tempted to go with. because this new place sounds amazing.
also, i now have about a zillion pills to take. i'm trying the natural approach to dealing with my ADD, which means fish oil, omega-3, and DHA! fred recommended this one pill that's highly concentrated omega-3 and DHA, and when i opened the bottle they're gel-filled capsules. like, i can see the gel and it moves a bit. weird. they also smell vaguely of fish, and gave me slight fish breath for a while. in addition to that, i've got a vitamin, a B + C + iron pill [that looks like sprinkles in a capsule], and zyflamend for my stupid ankle. and at night i'm going to start taking melatonin to help me sleep better.
after this past more-than-a-month of going to bed around 10 and getting up by 9 at the latest has completely thrown off my 'normal' school cycle. so i went to bed around 12:30, and finally couldn't stay in bed at 9:30. though i had been more or less awake since around 8-8:30. which i guess is good because my classes start at 9:30 at the latest. it's just a little weird because i was so used to staying up late and sleeping in at least a little bit. stupid work...
idek... crossdressing!maid!America and Canada!
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