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Or, to be more precise, my back. Owowow. Onto a pot that actually didn't have any plants, just weeds @_@ And the light-up address thing-a-ma-bobber. So yay for gardening xD Time to whip out the Neosporin, Band-aids, and Tylenol ^_^ I scraped my ankle on the bricks lining the garden, too @_@ And I'd been so worried about falling lately. I guess that's why :3
My mom said she'd found some of Boo's bouncy balls lying around and picked them up, and I told her that I had a dream about finding the sparkly one (which is MINE, not the cat's). She was still laughing 5 minutes later stare It's not THAT funny. Well, yes it is. And much more sane and in-touch with the real world than the other dream I had last night. And now I'm really hoping I was good about keeping one little thing to myself sweatdrop Because if not, I may just go find a nice rock to hide under whee
It's amazing how many stupid and embarrassing things I'm capable of in one day xD
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yay for more writing :3 I like where this bowling beginning is going. It was the perfect way to show off the loyalty and skill of a character created entirely by exaggerating the few cute pieces of my personality to the point of actually making her cute. Not just cute. SHE'S FREAKIN' ADORABLE! And somehow, in my imagination, she's taller than the narrator, yet short. And the narrator isn't short. Not really. Anyway. Maybe it's just a perspective problem on my part. I am tall, thus most of the people who seem cute to me are shorter than me. Actually, all of them. And I'm simply annoying. Therefore, tall and cute don't go together in my head.
Anyway...got a little side-tracked there...the freakin' adorable girl is named Sabrina. I really like that name. She's completely loyal to the narrator, who doesn't have a name yet 'cause I need a name that she can turn into a really cute nickname. It's Sabrina's bad (yet cute) habit. Can't say that I haven't come up with a few nicknames for people, but I don't ever use them :3 Anyway... *is easily distracted with random thoughts* She's alternately cute and graceful (making her tall in my mind). She's a little like a puppy, which the narrator comments on briefly. Make that a German Shepard puppy. They're the most loyal dogs. Sabrina is loyal and always eager to please. She can be serious, but where's the fun in that :3 She's also very watchful and nervous, despite her carefree attitude.
At the beginning, it seems like the narrator is the watchful one. The whole first part is all a wonderful personality description of Sabrina, with a few physical details thrown in for color. The only point where the narrator isn't looking at her is the first sentence, and I'm 2 written pages into it. And it's a very short sentence. But it's totally the other way around. The narrator is amused and flattered by Sabrina. Sabrina is somewhere between being infatuated with and being in love with the narrator, closer to infatuation, though. It's adorable to watch her figure it all out :3
I really like the narrator's side of all this. So few uncertainties. She knows her own thoughts, obviously, and Sabrina's not exactly keeping most of her thoughts secret. Much less certain for Sabrina, I'm afraid. Of course, it's what the narrator doesn't know that will make things soooooo much more interesting ^_^ Once I get to the part after the bowling alley. Which is taking a freaking long time. I'm doing 3 things at once: designing Aya's prom dress, writing a great ending for Aya and Kiri (read: Kiri screws up but fulfills one of her little wishes in the process), and writing this story. I need a narrator name. The list of rejected names grows longer every day @_@
yes, lots to say 'bout my story. It's much more interesting than any of the boring stuff I do or think xD To me, anyway. I already managed to say too much today ^_^ I can write 5 pages of BS and bury one meaningful sentence in the whole thing, and someone will always find that one meaningful bit. Even in the midst of the rambling. But it's rare that I edit anything out of my rambling, except where it may be worrisome, and even then I don't always. More so recently. There's not much to edit, but I'm conscious of it.
~nepie
 nepie · Sat Jul 05, 2008 @ 01:00am · 0 Comments |
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