Moving sucks D:

Hey guys! Life's been super crazy lately so I haven't had time to post anything.

So I'm moving in 2 days, the mover are putting all my crap in a truck tomorrow. I gave my betta fish to my one russian friend and her sister, so now all I have to worry about fish wise is my aquarium. Appparently you're supposed to put them in water filled trash bags inside a cooler when moving them :/ Sounds hard. Hope they don't die. Anyways, so the new house is kinda cool, but it's been hell trying to figure out what to take and all, but even more so because my parents won't let me do jack shit. The house is pretty much all white, with little carpet, and what we do hae is grey. It also has ugly wood paneling all over one room and then a stupid wood chair thread ( a singualr wall panel running horizontally that is about the height of a chair off the ground) running around practically the whole house. BLAH. Ick. They don't want me to even try to fix it so it looks nice D: The only room they're letting me fix is my own so far, and if I do a "good job" they'll CONSIDER letting me paint the rest of the house. What dicks--I'm trying to make the house look good, and they won't even let me, let alone help me at all, and they won't even pay for the fucking paint! How stupid is that!?! GAH! Plus the last owner had the great idea to paint a big ugly blue stripe of paint above the fireplace. Yes, ONLY above the fireplace, in a white room, with wood panels. How gay is that! Omg!

At least the house has a cool deck and stairs and crap, because otherwise I'd go insane. Although, in a completely white house I just might anyways. :/

So OTHER than the whole house fiasco, this friday was my last day of school here. Imagine-no school till NEXT YEAR! How awesome! but it suck to move in the middle of the school year. >:(
Plus I won't ever see my friends again, which is retarded, AND I have to go college hunting to boot, because I already had my heart set on Buff State, but by the time I go to college, we might not even have our house here anymore. D:<

Moving in the middle of winter also SUCKS because it's cold and frigid and snowing and I won't get to see what the new area looks like with plants. Basically my first inpression of my new home is going to be a big, barren icy wasteland. Like Antartica D:

Plus myparents and I have been disagreeing over where to put the furniture and crap, and it's kinda retarded because the house is kind of an open floor plan, so the rooms just sort of meld into one another. So we're to have like a tv and speakers and shit in the middle of our dining room with a random-ass fireplace to boot. GREAT.

I ALSO still owe my client 2 water colors before I leave, which is what I should be doing right now instead of typing this, but I'm too damn lazy and have put it off for like a month :P

We've been too busy to put up christmas decorations or a tree yet, so it doesn't even feel like Christmas time, and that sucks majorly. I was so looking forward to Christmas, a stable, traditional holiday, i the middle of all this confusion and chaos, but now it looks like it's gonna be really crappy. By the time we put up stuff at the new house, it'll be like a week till Christmas, and then we'll have to take it down again so soon! But at least I convinced my parents to get a real tree this year, because we really can't take our crappy fake one with us, and the real tree will smell up the whole house. Yum...evergreen :)

So, that's all for now, and by the time I post a new entry I'll probably be over at the new place. See you guys later!

Obssessed

I kind of scared of what I'm becoming...

I'm obsessed with my books. Obsessed. Which is normal for authors, healthy even, but not whne it's this much. 5 years I've been working on them, growing slowly more and more engrossed in them... Now I can't go half an hour without thinking about them. I see my characters in everyone, everything. It's the only thing i can think about whenever i listen to any music, go driving anywhere, when I'm going to school, eating lunch, walking through the halls... I draw about them most every day, (I'm a doodler) and I swear to god I get orgasms just making up new plots, or fixing a loop hole or something. Crazy, right? I don't know what it's doing to me. It's like a big cloud (not nessasarily a bad one, mid you, but an all encompassing mental fog) that follows me everywhere. I don't have my own thoughts anymore, I have book thoughts. I use my books as a basic structure for the way I view the way the gods create the ongoing story of our lives. I don't think ANYBODY is THAT obsessed with their writing, now are they? Plus, I'm only 2/3rds done with the first book, and there's four of them, so I'm going to be obsessed for a long, LONG time to come.

Drowning in my own creative genious? Help!

Guess what? (I'm alive!)

Hey guys. I'm on my old gaming computer as I type this, because my parents needed my laptop to scout out apartments while they go to Westpoint to work. Well, my dad is working, my mom's just looking for places to stay.

So yeah, I'm moving to Westpoint, New York, leaving my older brother behind here to take care of our house and finish up college. Kinda sucky because I'll like never ever see him, but then again I never really got to see him anyways with how busy he was. He says he wants to buy me a web cam so we can webchat, but I kind of wonder when he'll have the time. Oh well. There's always facebook I suppose. Oh, yeah- the picture up there is of Westpoint. It's rght near the Hudson river, which I guess is cool but then again it will be super cold in the winter. Plus I hate that harbor-ey smell. But maybe that's only with oceans...

Anyways, the move's kinda retarded because I'm like a fourth through my junior year here and I always thought I would graduate here. I've been in the same school district with the same people my whole life, and I always thought I would be there at my class's graduation and live out the perks of being a senior here, but no, the LAST year of my education (well, one and a half years) I get ripped away and have to start new at some other school.

On TOP of this, I made up with my (ex-ex)best friend only to lose her again AND my mom followed through with wrenching my lovely little baby Blackjack (my cat) away from me so I don't even have a pet to console me (besides fish and a REALLY grumpy parakeet, neither of which actually care nor have the brains enough to know you are sad). Plus, the school days here seem so pointless because I know I'm not going to finish any of my classes or see any of my friends again or get credit for my work here. So I'm pretty much drifting through the school halls these days, barely feeling emotion, or, if any, helplessness and despair.

UGH! Being sad for this long is so retarded! Crap!

So I'm supposed to be starting at this new high school called O'Neal or some hick-sounding name like that, which also happens to be in the middle of valley smushed between two mountains which means it: 1- floods a lot, because it's barely above water level, 2- has the shittiest cellphone reception ever because the cell towers are pretty much on the other side of the mountains, and 3- HOLY CRAP I'M GOING TO LIVE SOMEWHERE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.

...Boooooooooo.

Well, I suppose my good friend the internet won't be going anywhere.

...I hope.

The one GOOD thing about moving there is Westpoint is only 50 miles away from New York city! So I can go watch the ball drop this year! :)