I'm special (special), so special (special).

[enamoured]

I'm going through my folder of stuff I've written, just surveying it all (and missing the box of diskettes that has been lost for a few years now and contains a lot of my writing from late middle school and early high school that isn't notebook bound), and I came across this snippet of something I was planning on incorporating in the Silly Teen Romance:

For all of their tip-giving and advice offered in Technicolor letters across their glossy covers, teen magazines don't give the proper protocol for how to react when your best friend-slash-guy you had kind of had an ongoing thing for all but dumps you. Maybe it's just because of the very nature of that sort of relationship. You're not official, so there is no need to mourn and cry, and it's not totally unrequited so you need not feel like you have to suffer in some sort of noble silence. And because no one tells you how to feel during a situation like this, your options are severely limited and mostly socially unacceptable, and they include wanting to:

1. Shove Best Friend-Slash-Guy You Kind of Had an Ongoing Thing For off of a very tall building,


2. Eviscerate the girl that he has picked over you,


3. Run to your dorm room, lock the door, scream, and generally attempt to rid your personal space of anything that remotely reminds you of that rat bastard,


4. Do all of the above in no particular order.

I could not do any of those things, as it would make me look like I was on the brink of a major meltdown.

I've changed the work a lot since I wrote that. The last edit I did on that document was in like, March and since then, I've changed the tense of the story and changed character names and other stuff. Similarly, a few days ago I was reading this Google Docs file I had done about characters in the Boarding School Epic of Doom, and I forgot that I ended up scrapping this one character who was part of this subplot for another one, and there that character was, right in my notes.

In non-writing things: the Dallas Mavericks won the Finals, and that means MORE WORK HOURS THIS WEEK. Well, not in my department; I've been a cashier. I worked 12 to 6 yesterday and I'm going in 1 to 7 tomorrow. I stayed after on Sunday when we reopened to sell the championship shirts, and I had a customer whistle and shriek "GO MAVS!" very loudly in my ear and one who got mad because someone forgot to take down the signs about all Mavs gear being 25% off (that deal had ended Saturday).

I love how I will off-handedly mention weird things on Twitter and then I get followed by people who promote those things. I jokingly said I wanted an electric car a few days ago and I get two new followers who post stuff about electric cars.

Oh, and I finally posted my mix for My Most Excellent Year!