#junk and stuff

[annie-of-my-eye]

I wonder if I should greet everyone at the office individually by name so that I

1) am sure they heard me

2) am sure they made the conscious decision not to return my greeting

I don't have time for this with only one coffee in me

[hiraethwyl]

He could feel Keenaire’s eyes on him from the doorway but he stubbornly ignored him and stuffed another shirt into his pack. He’d stripped the room he haunted of everything he thought he might need in the foreseeable future, it was a surprisingly pitiful sight. Despite all the things jammed into the little bedroom very little of it was actually his. The tense silence lasted so long he almost forgot the elezen was behind him, lingering in the open doorway watching his every move. And trying, it seemed, to think of a way to broach the subject that wouldn’t incite ire.

“I could-“ he made it no further than that. All the time he’d spent crafting the correct words were cut off when the miqo’te whirled around, finger pointed at the elezen across the room from him.

“No.” Salt and pepper tail twitched behind him, a visual manifestation of the Keeper’s emotions. “You are going to stay the hells away from this, do you hear me? I’ve too many fires to put out as it is, I can’t be chasing you all over creation too.”

There was a pause.“Is that why you’re leaving?” He inclined his head toward the pack.

Lyrin’a frowned, reaching for the dagger on the bed and sliding it’s sheath onto his belt. “Don’t let something stalking you track you home. Not that I’m being stalked, mind you, I don’t think I’m really on the radar..” The sentence hung in the air.

“But,” Keenaire finished, stepping more into the room, “they’re running out targets.”

Lyrin’a exhaled a harsh breath, turning to cram another shirt into the pack, forget folding. Damn the elezen and how quickly he caught on. Infuriating. “You’d just be in the way at this point, I don’t even know how to explain it all.” As if being dismissive was enough to shake Keenaire away. He nearly jumped when a hand touched his shoulder.

“I would suggest starting at the beginning.”

[tattooed-alchemist]

This year for the Phinneywood Garage Sale there is an interactive online map.  

Come buy fabu junk and stuff from me and my whole neighborhood!

[megantronusprime]

We had a tour today for a grade one class, and when introducing ourselves asked, "How are you guys doing today?" And one little boy answered with, "Well, I was crying earlier today. And I'm still crying now." And it's just like,, fuck me too, kid. Me too

[redlyone]

Junk and Stuff Feb. 4

*Spend five minutes redrawing new character* "This looks great!" *Spend hour trying to redraw said character two days later* "Why can't I draw anymore!!"

On a serious note, school starts basically tomorrow but I have fewer classes this time around with only 3 classes on Tues - Thurs instead of 5 like last semester. So, there shouldn’t be much, if any, slowdown in the routine.

That junk aside, the next series of posts may or may not be some character design stuff.

[shalriysuperstar]

i drew this thing from my little pony whose name escapes me for my friend :) i like it a lot, he was fun to draw

[badgerscrawl]

ARGH

I’m having a terrible time trying to write anything. I has just been few words delete. A paragraph delete, lines of text? DELETE.

DELETE DELETE

My brain is that of spoiled runny jelly that slightly still jiggles. 

[varsitymemeteam]

(and like when did I really start caring about what other people think about me or how they see me. I'm always walking with my head down and fixing my hair and checking myself in the mirror. What happened, I use to not care. There's still a level of not caring but it's not where it used to be and I'm v tired of caring about what all these people think about me. I've been silencing myself again. I'm tripping over words and getting scared about it again. I feel like I'm reverting)

I want a new name because I sort of want a new identity to work off of and build. I want something that's more neutralized or something that holds more weight or someting more because Brenda just doesn't really feel right anymore. And I can't say why. Maybe I'm picking things from people around me again, maybe I'm trying to let go of all the awful things I did, I have no clue. I just want something else, I guess.

And I'm trying to figure out why I want to rename myself and why all of a sudden it feels so important to me. I think it's because I've never really had a nickname or an alter ego or an alias or anything. I've always just been plane old Brenda? Which isn't a problem I'm just

I'm not sure what I am, just tired of the name and tired of how it makes me feel and I don't really feel like Brenda or really relate to it, it's an odd name to me and it looks pretty but it doesn't really fit me.

I like neutral names- names that are also just words, and names that feel summery. I know it doesn't make sense to people but I don't know why I care about that or why I feel like I have to know everything or explain everything to people

I just want a new name but it feels like it's suppoed to be some super important deal. I don't know. I want to go home and talk about it.

I miss my home, so much.