One Song, Before the Sun Sets

I think it’s fair to say that yesterday was a good day.

I spent most of the morning playing Fallen Earth and talking to Momma.  Momma was working on Kitties for my aunt, and I guess I should be working on them, except she had the good hoop.  I don’t mind though, I’ll work on them tonight or tomorrow before work, since I’m not having to write all the time anymore.

We talked to my aunt too, spent an hour on the phone with her.  She wanted some help with her shopping on amazon, and so she called to get my opinion and help.  We spent an hour talking about Christmas and shopping and just life in general.  I love my aunt; she’s going through some hard times right now and is thinking about moving up here.  Mom and I are hoping that she does, but we’re doing our best not to pressure her to.   It’s hard sometimes, especially when we can tell that she’s not happy where she’s at.  She has just lost her job of 7 or so years because of their want to cut costs coupled with a stupid oversight on her part.  It’s one of those things that she could fight it, bring it all the way to the board or whatever it is that runs the company, and probably win, but she wouldn’t be any better off.  She’d be in a job that tried to get rid of her, working for a company that owns every nursing home within a 50 mile radius from her home.  Mom and I suggested moving up here for a year or so.  After a year, she should have a job at a newly built nursing home, and what have you.  She’d just leave the house with most of its belongings in the care of her good friend and roommate, and spend a year in the Pacific NorthWest.  Mom and I have enough money to support her if she takes a little longer getting a job than what she wants to.  She’s thinking about it, and wants to, I think. And I think she’d be happier up here, but she’s kind of scared too, so like I said, we’re not pushing the subject.  I have 40 hours of vacation saved up so I can meet her and drive up with her if she wants to come, and Mom has 40 hours she’ll cash out so that we have the money to fly me out that way.  It puts a dent in our Christmas money, but we talked about it and decided we really didn’t have anyone big to buy for, and there was nothing really that we needed.  There’s always a few things we want, but nothing that’s high priority.  Like the fact that I’d love a next gen gaming console… either a 360 or a PS3, but I hardly play console right now, so it’d be a waste to buy it.  Computer upgrades would always be nice, but as long as The Beast can handle the games that I play on it, I’m happy.  Even a monitor for my computer’s not high priority unless my aunt does move up here, since I’m using the t.v. and Mom has the laptop to mess around on.

Anyways, Fallen Earth and my aunt, and then Matt and I got into a not-fight (which is an argument that’s not -quite- a fight, but is close) where he accused me of being jealous of his new girlfriend and told me to grow up, and that we haven’t dated in years, so I had no right to act all pissy.  I told him to go to hell, and the reason why I was upset wasn’t because he was dating Carri (Although I do have worries about that; not my concern) but because ever since I left WoW (which happens to be around the same time as Carri coming into the picture, but I had been wanting to leave earlier; it just happens that Carri came in the same time that I realized that I was bored and there was no one holding me to the game anymore) I had been feeling like I no longer belonged with the group of friends and that I was getting the token ‘you’re still my friend’ while being brushed off.

He went on about how that wasn’t true, and I countered with ‘even if it’s not, if it feels true, then there has to be some truth to it.’ he told me I was overreacting, and I told him that I wouldn’t bother him any longer with my overreactions, or my friendship for that matter.  He sighed, I glared, he told me he was worried about me, I made a quip about how i was worried about myself, and should hurry up and become a successful writer so I could be one of those artists that drink themselves to death by the age of 30.  He told me to knock it off and to pick up Left 4 Dead.

I did.

We gamed, just me and him at first, and then our respective partners.  It was the first time I felt like I was a part of the group since Matt and Carri started dating, and it was exactly what was needed.  WE killed zombies.  Lots, and lots of zombies.  And we died, a lot.  It was a lot of fun.  Especially after the beer.

Carri and I talked a little bit about my novel and I threw a couple ideas at her, to see if she thought they’d work… she sounds really excited that I’m almost finished with it, even if I did tell her that -no one- was reading it until it was in second draft form.  My exact words were, “It’s unfit for human eyes, at the moment.” I’m actually excited about editing it… I think this story might actually be worth something, might actually be ready to publish.  It’s definitely more tweeny than what I would have originally wanted.. and a couple of the guys are groaning that I’m actually writing tween novels, but, it’s a good story.  I’ve already decided that if it is a tween novel (much like Twilight), then I’m going to dedicate it to Ben, just because I know that would make his head explode.  And a good friend is one who’ll go out of their way to drive you crazy.

And I’m a very good friend.

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RENT Soundtrack – One Song, Glory