Lyricality

We spent yesterday afternoon packing away the Christmas decorations. :{ Christmas is my favorite holiday, and I kind of have trouble letting go of it. (Okay, once when I was maybe six or seven years old, my parents had to wait until I was safely away in the bathroom for a bath before they could take the decorations down. I've become a lot more helpful since then, but I'm probably still just as mopey and pathetic.) I really would leave everything up through January, at least, if I could. T-T I think the saddest part is that once the holidays are over, we still have about...five more months of unrelenting winter here. *goes under a blanket*

And now...two days at once!

Day 7

In your own space, create a list of at least three fannish things you'd love to receive, something you've wanted but were afraid to ask for - a fannish wish-list of sorts. Drop a link to your wish-list in this post. Maybe someone will grant a wish. Maybe you will grant a wish. If any wishes are granted, we'd love it if you link them to this post.

( I wish, I wish, I wish for a fish... )

Day 8

In your own space, talk about a talent (or talents) you have. Everyone's got something they're good at. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

This feels a little repetitive, so I'll keep it brief. Sometimes, I think I'm good at this writing thing. I spend quite a lot of time on it, which is part of the reason that I'm so disappointingly slow at updating anything. I also enjoy it more than pretty much anything else I do. ♥

Hello all, I am alive, yay.

Yesterday I turned thirty, and I ran around flailing and wondering what I've been doing with my life and what I mean to continue doing with my life and auuuuuuugh. Well, actually I've been doing that for the last three months. Yesterday, I just went to work and then came home and washed my sheets and then my mother and I went out for ice cream, haa.

I really don't have much reason to worry about myself, except that I never quite saw myself living in my parents' basement at thirty. That's a conscious choice, though, because I'm not exactly involved with anyone and I would rather not live by myself. I've done that before and I started to feel isolated and weird. o.@ *meow* My job is good, because they switched me over to another position in another building entirely (at the same rate of pay), and all of the things that were making me miserable have changed for the better. I have benefits, a reasonable amount of security, and I'm paying into PERA, which is fabulous. But I feel as if I'm not doing anything very worthwhile with my 'free' time--not writing enough, not drawing enough, not really getting enough sleep....blah. I need to organize my life.

Definitely going to do NaNo this year, or I'll never get any writing done at all. Now I just need to decide whether to write about aliens. Or dragons. Or vampires. o___O