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bending_sickleI'm in a very strange mood, sad and frustrated and thus I guess somewhat angry and also on the verge of stupid tears. I just read an email from my uncle telling me when they're home and when they're on holiday, saying I can pop by whenever I want and I'm fucking crying over this too.
I'm also feeling land-locked and absolutely need to travel, so I'm going to Madurodam, even through it's near noon and it's windy and super-charged for rain and I already got soaked yesterday walking home in the three minutes or so of torrential rain, with the water falling down so hard there was a little knee-high mist of ricocheting raindrops. I've only been wanting to go since September of last year.
I was bored to tears yesterday, sat about in a park and cafe writing The Balloonist's Wife (which sucks and focuses too long on mere actions and doesn't go into emotions and just runs on and on but at least I'm getting it down) and then watched Doctor Who and cursed RTDavies for stripping Donna of her awesome forever and ever in the most fan-expected manner possible, and for copping out on the regeneration-explanation, and for so obviously contriving things so as to give Rose a happy ending because she obviously can't move on and apparently neither did Mickey, pretty blond boy notwithstanding, who walks away from an entire universe. Then I lay in bed and listened to Neil Gaiman read Neverwhere, still upset because I only have the audio starting from chapter 10.
Life may be full of peaks and dips, but by gods do I hate unexpected dips. And hormones. And suddenly realising that you've sort of finished everything you need to do and you need to start making plans for new stuff you need to do.
And home-internet died again Sunday morning. If this is a weekly thing, so help me, I'm going to break something.
Argh.
ETA: Not going to Madurodam, as it's way late and also raining, and I want to enjoy that visit, damnit. But I am getting on the train. Don't quite know where to, but I'm thinking a nice long train ride would be just the ticket. (Ha, pun.) Maybe Scheveningen, but then, that's the beach, and it's, as I said, shitty weather. I could go to Schiphol (that's right, the airport, shuddup, they make me feel better). I don't know what to do, and I'm rushing about being very abrasive in my actions, kind of wanting to just flail...
ETA 2: I've been meaning to complain about Season 3 and Season 4 parallels of utter lazyness in Doctor Who. Every phone in the world calling the Doctor? People standing around, murmurring his name, practically praying? Holy Tinkerbell! ...there were more annoying parallels of lazyness, but I need food and a different hormonal balance.
* H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
I'm also feeling land-locked and absolutely need to travel, so I'm going to Madurodam, even through it's near noon and it's windy and super-charged for rain and I already got soaked yesterday walking home in the three minutes or so of torrential rain, with the water falling down so hard there was a little knee-high mist of ricocheting raindrops. I've only been wanting to go since September of last year.
I was bored to tears yesterday, sat about in a park and cafe writing The Balloonist's Wife (which sucks and focuses too long on mere actions and doesn't go into emotions and just runs on and on but at least I'm getting it down) and then watched Doctor Who and cursed RTDavies for stripping Donna of her awesome forever and ever in the most fan-expected manner possible, and for copping out on the regeneration-explanation, and for so obviously contriving things so as to give Rose a happy ending because she obviously can't move on and apparently neither did Mickey, pretty blond boy notwithstanding, who walks away from an entire universe. Then I lay in bed and listened to Neil Gaiman read Neverwhere, still upset because I only have the audio starting from chapter 10.
Life may be full of peaks and dips, but by gods do I hate unexpected dips. And hormones. And suddenly realising that you've sort of finished everything you need to do and you need to start making plans for new stuff you need to do.
And home-internet died again Sunday morning. If this is a weekly thing, so help me, I'm going to break something.
Argh.
ETA: Not going to Madurodam, as it's way late and also raining, and I want to enjoy that visit, damnit. But I am getting on the train. Don't quite know where to, but I'm thinking a nice long train ride would be just the ticket. (Ha, pun.) Maybe Scheveningen, but then, that's the beach, and it's, as I said, shitty weather. I could go to Schiphol (that's right, the airport, shuddup, they make me feel better). I don't know what to do, and I'm rushing about being very abrasive in my actions, kind of wanting to just flail...
ETA 2: I've been meaning to complain about Season 3 and Season 4 parallels of utter lazyness in Doctor Who. Every phone in the world calling the Doctor? People standing around, murmurring his name, practically praying? Holy Tinkerbell! ...there were more annoying parallels of lazyness, but I need food and a different hormonal balance.
* H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
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Date: 2008-07-07 06:40 pm (UTC)