Undone

Life is peachy. I have work this week– I have a heavy debate load even though it’s summer, and I couldn’t be more giddy.

I am thrilled. Ecstatic. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t denying myself this time. Cause Maybe I think there’s something on the other side of this little mirror of life.

Wouldn’t that be nice, for life to be lived as if it were a mirror, only when you looked into it, you didnt’ see your self, but the person you would be?

I suppose I’m just getting too metaphorical for my own little brain to keep up with.

I’m working on a Buffy Fanfiction, very laced with spike. Which i love. it’s not getting rave reviews or anything, but those who have responded are nice, and are supporting me in the writing. Twenty-two written pages, six typed. Record for me really. I happen to be sincerely enjoying the writing part since I always put a little of me into my characters….

Not that they’re mine, they’re Joss’ just to keep that clear. But the story line– what the characters do. It’s me. It reeks of me.

Reeking in a good way that is.

I feel like dancing until my feet bleed. That would be the way to go, bleeding to death after dancing. That would be the ultimate death. Like the best way to die, that’s how the step-mother in Snow white died you know.

It is.

I just feel like turning on some angry girl music and dancing and exercising until I hurt everywhere.

Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll go and dance in my room while the CD player blasts something like “Though the fire” or maybe “I’ll survive” and what not.

I love that. I love songs that make you inspired, and you can sing to.

Derringer Meryl [I wanna be ready for what] Out