Tired but happy...

Listening to: Stabbing Westward - Angel
Reading: Incubus Dreams by Laurell K. Hamilton

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"Confusion is always the most honest response..." - Marty Indik

I'm tired. Tired but happy. Birthday was a low-key event. Just had dinner with the parents with some cake and that was that. Went to the bar to play some poker and ended up not playing at all. But it hardly mattered. Birthdays have always been a spectacularly non-hyped event for me, so me turning 23, of all ages, was no big deal. 'Hm. I wonder if I'll feel this laissez faire when I'm hitting the 3-0. Then again, 30 is the new 20 nowadays. Leastwise, that's what I heard. I'm still waiting to see if that's true or not.

Been reading up on some urban fantasies. I've decided to put away some time to concentrate on a new WIP on mine. Been reading some Dante Valentine, Harry Dresden, and Rachel Morgan and, so far so good. I've been trying to get into some Women of the Otherworld series by Kelley Armstrong, but after reading Dime Magic, I feel like I've pretty much read them all. Sucks, I know. Also, thinking of reading some Demon Falls by Nadia Lee, but the problem is, I'm writing something similiar with a violinist who's taken a vow of silence, so...

Nothing much to report on the home end. My cell phone bill came out to 200 something dollars, which is a bit of a hike from last year ($17o), but considering the amount of time I spend on a phone, I suppose it's nothing to be surprised about. Although, you should've seen the look on the face of the person who opened up the bill. Haha, heehee.

Still trying to read Meljean Brook's "Demon Moon", and still can't get into it. Is it just me, or is this particular story just hard to get into? It's hard for me to empathize with the characters, and quite frankly, I couldn't give a damn what happened to Jake and Alice. T_T

An oldie...but still a goodie?

Listening to: Three Days Grace - Animal I Have Become
Reading: Incubus Dreams by Laurell K. Hamilton
Drinking: Pepsi

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"Where your treasure is, there will be your heart also..." - Matthew vi. 21

Yesterday, I was going through my laptop, doing the customary clean-up that's become a bit of a routine for me, and I found something. It was only about 500 words long, but it was an old urban fantasy that I started writing about four years back, called "Demon on My Doorstep".

Curious, since I couldn't remember very much of it, I opened up the .doc file and, I know this sounds a little weird, especially since I'm the one who wrote it, but I found I actually liked it. Really! I had fun reading the first two pages and was very sad to find that that was all of it. Aw.

Modesty aside though, I'd really like to continue with DoMD, although I really should be paying attention to historical fiction nowadays. But hey, what can I say? :)

Urban Fantasy gets me every freaking time.

A Final Goodbye

Listening to: Nickelback - This Afternoon
Reading: Incubus Dreams by Laurell K. Hamilton
Drinking: Coffee (well, I will be in a few minutes...)

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"Life is just one damned thing after another..." - Elbert Hubbard

I've always found life to be interesting in that things that are supposed to happening...well, they almost never do. Happen, I mean. And when things do begin happening, at least the way they're supposed to, we find ourselves growing oddly suspicious and paranoid. Hell, I know I'd feel weird if someone all of a sudden handed me a briefcase with ten million dollars. Sure, I'd feel elated and think, "Jackpot!" but all in all, I'd start wondering, "Hm...I wonder why that guy in Raybans gave me this" and "Oh noes, what if this is drug money" which evidently leads up to, "What if they want it back?!" and then ends up with "I need to hide! Where to hide?!".

Which brings me to my own life. Had things worked out the way they should've, I'm fairly sure I would've been married by now. Scary thought, really, but hey, in the immortal (maybe not to immortal, after all) words of Bruce Almighty, "That's the way the cookie crumbles!" Seriously. I probably wouldn't be in Korea anymore. And I would've hated the man I married. Now, I'm not kidding about that. But because I was so keen that he was good for me, I forgot about the most important thing in a relationship.

Respect.

Did I respect him? Did I love him as much as I could've? What could've changed? How could I have made us work as a couple? All these are questions that I'd asked myself a million times over and now, a month later, it doesn't even matter anymore. All that remains in a lingering bemusement about my crazy could've-been-married escapade and my mom's words, which were, "I so goddamned told you so, didn't I?"

Yes, Mama. You did say so. And you were right.

At least, this time.

So...this is the last ode I shall make to you, Isaac Black. I'll remember you. I'll remember what you taught me, what you showed me, and the fact that you loved me unconditionally, although in the end, it's what ruined us in the end.

Thank you.

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