Ok…um, so there’s this woman. Somewhere in her twenties or thirties, I’m not sure. And she’s a painter. She’s been living alone for, I don’t know, ten or fifteen years and she’s kind of lost contact with her family. I mean, she talks to them sometimes, Christmas, the occasional birthday, but usually there’s nothing. And she’s, um, living in this little apartment over a café or bar or something like that. She’s renting it for a ridiculously low rate, so she’s taken to staying in and painting. And she’s waiting for this thing to happen. She’s not really sure what it is, but it’s somewhere in the back of her head kind of sitting there, and it’s going ‘I’m coming, get ready’. And she’s not entirely sure what she’s going to do when it comes. Not quite sure of a lot of things, really. And she’s got this half-formed plan in her head somewhere mixed in with everything else that she’s just going to up and leave one day. Go…I don’t know. Across the country. To another country. Somewhere exotic and amazing and she’s not going to bring anything but the esentuals, and just lose herself in the sun and sand and wind and water and paint. The more logical part of her brain is repetitively telling her that this dream, fantasy, whatever it is is just on this side of impossible. She’s kind of confused, kind of misty and screwed up inside and she’s not even really sure if she’s still in our reality anymore. ‘Cause she’s just kind of been stuck, in this downward, um, spiral and she’s not quite sure even what started it or why she’s there and she’s never been depressed, just confused.

this might help…a bit

something to do

Hi, kids!!
I? have nothing to write about!
Yay!
Heather is back from Callgary!
And....yeah!
*is bored*

What do I want to do with the rest of the night?
I could write fic/work on various other projects/indulge my general manicness.
Or I could sit and listen to gothy music and be a typical depressed, sulen teenager.
Or I could frantically search out people on MSN and AIM and the phoneline and make them amuse me.
Or I could sit here and read fic. Constantly. Until my brain melts and I head off to bed having accomplished absolutely nothing.

Rommie and I returned to the gothy store today, but she was very frightened of it. *cackles*
Didn't buy anything. May have to drag Heather there, instead.

May go hang out with Heather tomorrow.
Or, alternately, I may go see War Of The Worlds with K. Because she's like, four years older than me and is so very much cooler than I.

*Bek*