and then...xing

Horse carriage xing. and we passed two of them in the road in the rain. That's travel for you. Beta Muse made a list of our sights in STUFF WE SAW, pretty geese and running dogs and cows to eat. We passed through a town with less than three hundred people in it. We took a super long route. Alan's already missing the little white house, he wants to live off the land, he says. Real cute.

So my new film class is making me learn the difficulty of my goal--, I want to film the Cope Syndrome book trailer next year and I've no clue where I'm going to find a camera that takes at least sixty frames per second...not that I've really looked. But it's nice to know the science behind it all. I'd love a steak right now. 

Cravings make for settling. I'd like to settle. The travel isn't to complex, no, but it wastes so much time. I'm trying to get things done. 

I wonder how many hours I've spent listening to The White Stripes. An obscene amount, I'm sure. But there's so much to do, with it being heard. All the driving. And I have to write this post today and make things in notebooks and write-a-book and do homework, for like, film class. And my acting class, which is a bunch of stylized nonsense, is at least honest about what it is, yeah?

I love what I'm doing all. But I'm hating college more every day; both in theory and in practice. It's a good thing I'm not a full time student anymore. 

The other thing. people my age. jeez. hopefully by the time I'm thirty there will be some separation between the lifestyle of productive people and the lifestyle of insecure drones, which is not a life-style anyway. 

bleck, beck, check, meck bleeding comes easy to him, he said zipmeup zip me up because asphyxiation. And that's how I met him, woke from my bed and learned about suffocation. We miss our lies made pretty, we want to be married to every love. 

I still don't believe in unrequited love, although I'm living it. I'm very stubborn. There's something wrong on his end or mine and it's no longer my business to find out. But I don't have any more energy to convince myself that I'm not worth loving. I'm just sick of that nonsense. I think I am exceedingly loved, I just haven't met by who. 

and then...armory

an armory, the armory, just armory. He said we live in a little white house across from the armory. There's a broken couch out front. i type with seven fingers cuz i jammed the hand on the window. 

This week's episode of MuggleNet Academia features the continuity editor for Harry Potter. Should be an interesting podcast :)

So I moved. Moved to a house on a cobblestone road. So far we're getting along with the other tenants fine, they don't mind Alan much as he's fictional. There's a nice quiet in the country, but Alan certainly likes it a sight more than I do. He likes the simplicity of the country because he's a very complicated person. 

We got shelves. and chair. and bed, yeah. mhm. songs. Alan's living his dream, and that makes me so very happy. I'm nearly living my dream; I could use an AC unit and a husband, but other than that, yeah. My ottoman is a giant die. It doesn't get much better than this. I didn't think it got this good to begin with, comma meaning I can't end the sentence with a preposition. Drives me nuts. 

could not have pulled the move together without my bff. she did all the legwork. i drove and was headachy and exhausted, and she made the whole thing amazing instead of stressful. 

I dream lately of dark waters and smiling men, calm in their love for me....And then I wake up, hot in a hot room. Could use that AC unit. 

but doing great, yeah? and boundaries are not walls. and I have acting and film classes today and I ought to go, I'm busy incredible, but thanks for reading, folks! eheh. Nothing insightful today obvious. confetti. 
Alan's just joy. 

and then...spaces

The things are too many. I have too many things.

I know it's Sunday not Monday but I'll be even busier tomorrow so you get an early post. Happy Sunday :)

I got rid of half of what I owned not three months ago, and there's still too much! 

I'm packing to move and realizing how ridiculous I am. I don't need this many clothes. I should make all my books digital. I don't need so many pillows. or blankets. or soaps, jeez! 

Life is nearly never simple enough and life is too short. I don't have much, really. a little bit of jewelery, some good shoes, too many clothes because nothing fits quite right. But Alan and I are in joy, as he's a simple kind of boy. He wants to make songs. I like to make stories, myself. We're really excited about maybe gettin to do those things each day. As Bob Ross said, every day's a good day when you paint!

So, engagement is my new thing. I no longer have male friends; I only have male suitors. Which is to say, zero. I have Zero. 

It's not that I'm not mature enough to befriend males and what have you, but they aren't mature enough. And no boy's gunna marry me when he can just be my friend, gosh, they're usually too lazy for that. 

Today is Eid and the like. I get to wear pretty. I got a big book in the mail today, male today. It's all about film. So, how to fit, everything in the car, fitting in the car, fit him for the in the car, my boy made cargo, oh oh, that's kidnapping, so....

He said no it's happy tape it only stick to itself, my cowlicks will be lick licking finely made, I just keep my mouth under tape. Drums speak. And that's why, spaces. I have to pack :(