I just realized Love Day is coming up soon. In 19 days, to be exact. And I haven't got any Love. Nor do I want any.
Okay, that last part was a giant, fat lie. I would like some Love. But Love isn't coming to visit me anytime in the foreseeable future. So, I deal.
Love Day gives me stomach ulcers. By the way...Love Day = Valentine's Day, if you hadn't figured it out.
Also, pit orchestra for Camelot, our spring musical, has officially begun. We did our first run through tonight. It actually wasn't too bad. We have the coolest band director ever.
I'm actually pretty tired right now (I keep having to fix my words because I'm typing them wrong, and I'm starting to repeat words). I just spent an hour and a half looking for this dumb book for English I forgot to get over the weekend. It's Othello, but our teacher is anal and wants everybody to have the same version. I lied. Our teacher isn't anal. She's cool. But it's still annoying that we have to have a certain edition.
Let's see...what else? Oh, did I mention I'm never going to fall in love? Yeah, we (the people in my head and I--more one those later) were discussing exactly why I said that I would never fall in love. It went something like this:
Me: You know, the sad thing is, I'm never going to find love.
Corinth: Don't say that. You have me! ^_^
Me: Precisely, darling. As long as I have you, and all the others, for that matter, the chances of me finding love are very slim. As long as I can find happiness somewhere outside of reality, I won't have the desire to actively search for love.
Diana: You know, you may have a point there.
Me: Thank you.
Diana: But it's not feasible for you to say that you'll never find love. You never know what might happen.
Corinth: Yeah, I'm sure someday you'll find a guy better than me...
Me: -_-' I created you, Corinth. There is no guy better than you.
Corinth: Well...I'm not going to argue that. *is punched in the arm* Ow!
Camrin: Don't listen to him. You'll find love someday.
Corinth: Of course she will. It's my job to make sure she does. If she's not happy, I'm not happy--
Me: What a lie.
Corinth: --and if I'm not happy, then I will make everybody's life here as miserable as hell until you're all just as unhappy as Kim and I. Hmph.
Me: Alright, Cor, relax. Appreciate the concern. Really.
Camrin: Seriously, though, don't give up on love. You really never know what may happen.
Me: Okay, I got it.
The terrible musings of a girl who gets so terribly bored talking to herself that she invented a bunch of people to talk to in her head. There's two main groups, actually, the High Court and my Team. The High Court is made up of six women, all derivatives of myself, each one specialized in a trait that I lack and/or need to work on. There's Kylie, the Socialite, Diana, the Intelligence, Dolce, the Emotions, Jolie, the Romantic, Charlotte, the Guts, and Morti, the Rebel. They each have their own personality. My story in my other world, The Life and Crimes of Michiko Okada, is based loosely off them.
And then there's the Team, Team Discordia-1 of the super-spy agency known as FURIES. You should know, I lead an extremely rich fantasy life. Discordia-1 is part of an ongoing fantasy world I have in my mind and partly in story form. I only recently began writing it down. But they're Faeries (except for Nate, who's Vampyr), and they're international agents. One of them, Kimi Jaye, is based off myself, because she originated as me pretending I was a super-spy in an alternate reality in my head. But then she evolved into her own person, with her own special world and friends and such. So there's Kimi Jaye, Corinth Saunders (her boyfriend), Nathaniel de Lovelle (his best friend), Camrin Cristal (his girlfriend), Lex Rhodes (her cousin), and Jonathan Connolly (his doesn't-want-to-admit-it boyfriend). There are more relationships between them than that, but I don't feel like explaining them all right now. Like I said, I'm tired. Plus, I may or may not start a world just for them.
But I'm gonna go now, and maybe post some stuff in Quiet Desperation now.
Later,
Kim