Moving House

So my parents are buying a house. It’s supposed to be all official and everything next week, though I suppose that something could go wrong between now and then and we wouldn’t get it, but it seems kind of unlikely. In addition to getting this new house, my parents also want to be more or less moved in by Christmas.

To say that we are even half ready to move out of our current rental house is… kind of laughable. I’ve half heartedly packed up my movies and some notebooks and other miscellaneous crap that I don’t really use in the day to day. My hundreds (well, probably not hundreds) of books haven’t gone anywhere, nor all my clothes (half of which I don’t even wear anymore). To say nothing of all my furniture.

Moving a fraction of my crap to make the dorms livable at college was one thing, but nothing quite drives home how much useless crap you’ve accumulated like having to pack all of it up. You have to touch everything, hold it in your hands and weigh its value. Am I really going to need this? Am I ever going to use it or refer to it at all? Should I just bin it and move on to the next thing? I’ve already had this conversation a few times, and I’ll likely have it several more before I get everything put away and ready to go.

It’s not like I haven’t moved before, but at the same time it kind of is. The last time we packed up and moved house, I was six years old and in the first grade. We have lived in this house for seventeen and a half years. It has accumulated the detritus of three kids getting muscled through the school system. The carpets are worn, the walls are in need of paint. The only room in the house that really looks all right is the kitchen, and that’s because it was redone almost six years ago. The house was built at the turn of the 20th century, and the last nearly two decades of occupance shows, in some places rather a lot.

And we’re moving. I went with my parents a month and a half ago when they went to see this new house. It isn’t totally new–it was built in the ’80s–but it’s so much newer than where we’re living. I’m going to have to figure out how to occupy a much smaller room than I have before. I’m going to have to learn how to cook on a gas stove. I’m going to have to learn to find my way around in the dark all over again.

It’s going to be strange enough learning to live in a new house. And I still have to pack. At any rate, I suppose I will keep things posted on this whole situation, as long as it’s developing. There might even be pictures.



To be honest, one thing you should have learned from me over the last year is that when I say I’m going to start writing entries more often, I am probably lying. Though all things considered, this is somehow going to turn out to not be one of those times. Wait and see, I suppose.

This entry isn’t about anything particular, just a sort of journal entry or stream of consciousness something or other. It snowed a lot today, with some sleet and freezing rain thrown in for good measure. The world outside is white and lovely, though I feel the effect is kind of spoiled by leaves and grass poking through the unsullied surface. I don’t think it’s likely to last outside of the weekend, either, but I’ll enjoy it as long as I can. (And hey, the messy roads are a good excuse to just stay in the house for a few days and not feel guilty about it.)

I am still going to write entries about the things I said in my previous entry, whenever that was. I might even write some of them today. Or tomorrow, rather. Time is sometimes a strange construct, and it’s been somewhat skewed for me all week. I didn’t get any sleep one night. I don’t know how much I’m going to get tonight. I really need to start keeping a sleep journal or something. I’ve tried that a couple of times, actually, and I’ve always fallen out of the habit. (I have often thought the same thing about keeping a dream journal, though my problem is that I usually get up and going straight away, and thus forget what I was dreaming about in the first place. Though I’ve noticed that the Disneyland of my dreams is always the same, though it’s also a lot more elaborate and cool.)

I need to start packing. I keep packing up all the things I don’t need, like bits of knick-knackery and so forth that won’t be helpful to unpack at first at all, but are still what I can afford to pack at the moment. Though at my current reading rate, I might as well start packing up my books, because they’re certainly not doing anything at the moment. But then again, there is the issue of having enough boxes for it all, and that makes me stay my hand again.

Tomorrow (or today, even) I am going to watch some Doctor Who and actually write some reviews and get those posted. I am going to finish up with Matt Smith’s run by the year’s end, I swear. That is a thing that is going to happen, somehow. Hell or high water and all that stuff. Come Christmas or New Year’s, I am going to get this stuff done.



Apologies (again) for abandoning you all (yet again) for… well over a month. Things have been happening in my life, though by and large they are unexciting things like depression and anxiety. And let’s be honest, I’ve already talked about those enough on here, so there isn’t much point in regaling you with the gory details again. Particularly since that’s about as depressing as my actual experience was, and I don’t feel inclined to relive it for you all.

Rather than spending a lot of time talking about what I’ve been doing and not doing, I think I am going to split things up into multiple entries. Just sort of, you know, spread the love. And also pad out my total number of entries for the year, since I need about three a day in order to hit my intended number of two hundred and sixty. Or 260; sorry, doing intensive last-minute NaNoWriMo makes the word padder in you really come out.

So, some of the exciting topics you will see from me in the coming days and weeks include:

  • My parents bought a house. (Or will have, in a week and a half.) This means packing, and going through all the crap I have accumulated after living in this house for seventeen years.
  • I just saw Frozen tonight and OH MAN GUYS I GOTTA TALK ABOUT THIS MOVIE AT YOU.
  • I got Pokemon X and my own 3DS for my birthday, so guess what I’ve been doing in half my spare moments. (I am trying to complete the region ‘dex for the first time ever, and I am actually pretty sure I’m going to do it. Once I work out some particular kinks regarding legendary birds, anyway…)
  • As I mentioned above, I did NaNoWriMo again this year, which I believe I talked about a little in October. It was kind of hard to write while in the middle of a crushing depression, but I managed to finish it just under the wire. By writing 14,000 words in twenty-four hours.
  • Also the long-awaited return of Doctor Who Review! I am going to get through everything up to and including this year’s Christmas special and last month’s 50th Anniversary Special (which I LOVED, by the way).
  • And probably more and other stuff that I will think of later!


I am still tired. I want to curl up in my nice warm bed and sleep for another century or so, for all that that would kind of screw up my evening. I don’t feel as though I have anything better to be doing at the moment, though, so maybe a nap would do me some good. It would probably be better to just cuddle up in bed and read for a while instead, since I didn’t get around to that yesterday. I could probably do some planning from bed, as well.

Let’s be honest, I’m mostly talking about getting into bed because in spite of the heat being on and my space heater running at top speed and temperature, I am still cold and I would like to live, just briefly, in a universe where my feet are not totally freezing. That universe usually involves curling up under the covers of my bed. If I had some nice flannel sheets, I might put those on my bed for optimum warmth, but I don’t have any nice flannel sheets, so I suppose I’ll just have to deal with it.

I would probably be not-bored and playing Pokemon at the moment if I could borrow my brother’s 3DS, but he’s going to let me have it when he leaves for school this week, so it seems polite to just let him do whatever with it until he leaves. I have all week, I keep telling myself, to waste time and raise my team and defeat gym leaders and so on. Instead of doing important stuff like updating this blog or maybe actually planning out my novel for NaNoWriMo.

Speaking of things I haven’t actually started doing. Ugh. I am kind of secretly hoping that my most recent lapse in creativity will end when I’ve got that huge deadline and goal hanging over me come November, but knowing my luck I’ll get about a thousand words in before I give up because it’s all awkward and weird and I can’t work on it without getting that queer tickling feeling in my arms that makes me want to claw them open and pull out whatever’s causing it.

That doesn’t make any sense.

I don’t know what this entry is supposed to be about. All I did was start writing, and as ever, one thing followed another until I started talking about the strange things that only make sense to me and which you probably won’t understand at all, if you’re even here reading this, which, let’s face it, if you gave up in paragraph two I don’t blame you. I’ve made it clear repeatedly over the last ten months how utterly fucking boring I am.

My birthday’s in ten days. I think I want to make pumpkin cupcakes for Halloween. I wish I had some money so I could put gas in my car and make sure my bank account doesn’t overdraw when their stupid-ass fee comes out and so I could maybe buy Robin McKinley’s new book and also start buying Christmas presents, not that I’m totally sure what everyone wants in the first place, and it’s so hard to shop for like five or six other grown adults. I wish I had a job. I wish I could just sleep forever sometimes. Not right now, though the thought of being cozy and warm for forever is kind of appealing because my feet are still cold and my space heater has a weird idea of how warm this room actually is at the moment.

I wanted to write 500 words, and it looks like I did just that. If you made it this far, you should get a medal. This entry is kind of inane as hell, and for that I apologize.


(this has been a post)

I didn’t write a post yesterday because I got distracted by various and sundry things, by which I mean my brother came home with his 3DS and I played Pokemon for several hours. And then we went to see Gravity which was AMAZING AS HELL and I went to bed totally content and it wasn’t until I was drifting off to sleep that I realized I hadn’t written a blog post about anything (not that I really have anything to write blog posts about anymore).

I woke up really late today, partly because I went to bed at 2am and partly because my bed was warm and my room was cold and even if I didn’t like the dream I was having about being stuck in a weird-ass math class against my will, it was more appealing than getting up and shivering. So I was up at lunchtime rather than midmorning (or, heavens forfend, breakfasttime), and I spent a great deal of time playing Pokemon again because Pokemon, and I basically have spent all day (“day”) being really, really tired for no reason in particular. I’m still quite tired now, and I think I may be getting sick.

I’m probably wrong about that. I’ve had a runny nose for approximately the whole damn year, and the fact that I’m overtired could just be indicative of how horrible my sleep habits are (i.e., very horrible). The fact that my skin doesn’t quite feel like it fits over me could just be some odd funk that will be gone in the morning. You never know with these things, but given my general tendency towards health rather than sickness, I’m leaning towards “this is just a funk.” Though I know I’d be glad for an excuse to lounge in bed for a few days. Oh well.

I’m sure this headache will pass. My nose will probably keep being runny but uninfected or stopped up, and maybe a good night’s sleep will pull my skin more comfortably around my self. Who knows. It’s late; I’m tired; good night.


I made some cookies.

I baked nine and a half dozen cookies today, for no other reason than that I wanted to, because I like cookies and I like baking and I have all this free time, so why not?

Having said that, I don’t know what else to write. There isn’t much of anything else to say, is there? No, not really. It took three and a half hours all told, which actually isn’t even most of the time I’ve been awake; I’ve spent more time fiddling with Cookie Clicker than actually in the kitchen mixing things and measuring them. I made two different kinds of cookies–plain sugar cookies with black and orange sugar crystals on top, and white chip chocolate cookies. They’re both recipes I rather like.

And I still don’t know what to say about it all. I mixed both batches up by hand, at more or less the same time. I have a KitchenAid mixer that I use infrequently. I don’t break it out for cookies all that often because I like to mix those up by hand, even if it gives me an almighty pain in my arm and shoulder. I feel kind of adorable and festive with the sugar cookies done in Halloween colors. The colored sugars came in a great big thingy full of other Halloween sprinkles and the like; I’m temped to make pumpkin cupcakes for the day itself, so I can get some use out of those before they go stale where they sit. I love the white chip cookies because they’re delicious. They sort of crumble up in your mouth, and the chocolate cookie and white chip flavors mix in a gentle, wonderful way.

I realize I keep saying that I have nothing to say, and yet keep finding things to say nonetheless, but that doesn’t really count. There’s no coherence here. It’s just thoughts and rambles, ideas about what I made today that don’t come together meaningfully at all.

I made some cookies because I like to make cookies. And that’s what I did with my day.


A good day.

As ever, I am at a loss for what to write. It feels like I have done next to nothing with my day, though in truth I have done several things. I did some chores for once, and I watched my rented copy of Pacific Rim before I had to return it again. I spent probably too much time fiddling about with Cookie Clicker (DO NOT. GOOGLE., etc.), though I’m not really playing it so much as keeping an eye out for those ever-helpful golden cookies. I made dinner and went to the store for my mother. I’m going to bake a crapload of cookies tomorrow, I think, just because I can. Just because I like making things. I read a good chunk of my current book. I haven’t poked at my novel planning yet, but I might do before I go to bed.

I don’t have any stories to tell about my day. It was a day, and it happened like I told you (though not necessarily in that order). I spent half of Pacific Rim being delighted in it out loud, because you have the luxury for that sort of thing when you’re alone at home. I am diligently mathing my way through the last several achievements on the Cookie Clicker. I bought eggs and butter at the store for the express purpose of making cookies tomorrow (and also with the purpose of making egg sandwiches later). I getting through my book at a good pace and I’ll probably finish it either tonight or tomorrow, and then start on the next.

It was a good day. I more or less liked it, and I wouldn’t mind another like it.