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house_gembell) wrote2011-07-28 07:33 am
house_gembell) wrote2011-07-28 07:33 am
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Mmkay, so posting in two journals every freaking day? Didn't happen. O_o
So I think we're just gonna concentrate on one post a day from House Gembell, whether it be here or at Beth's personal journal.
Not much went on the past few days. We fell asleep at stupid o'clock last night (seriously, Beth, what happened to staying up until midnight?), woke up early this morning, and we've got a long-ass day at work today. Maybe during our afternoon break I'll work on that crazy MLP project we've got going.
Or maybe I'll work on writing a little. Got a very basic outline for our NaNo '11 story, and been cranking out some story snippets for inspiration. Wondering if I'm gonna be the one doing most of the writing this year, instead of just sitting here, trying to figure out how to tell Beth that I'm here.
Maaan. Now I just wanna take the day off and write. Too bad we can't. Ugh. Hopefully the story can wait until after 1.
-Em
edit:
Gonna try this thing again.
Gonna take on the August Challenge, too, since there's a writing bug in my head and it just keeps telling me to write, write, write. So, here we are, first thing in the morning... writing.
Actually, more like here I am, Em, and I have no idea why I'm awake this early. It's ridiculous. I mean, I know we fell asleep at like 9:30 last night. But I'm not the morning person here - that's Beth's job.
Augh. Why did I start this again? I have no idea what to write. Especially this early in the morning. In the headspace, I'd be sprawled on my bed still.
Hmm. Headspace. Maybe I'll just write about things there. We never really did flesh things out much up in there except for that one room with the squishy chair and the TV.
My room's kind of a mess. It always is. I clean it sometimes, but honestly, it's just easier to find things when everything's all cluttered. I know where it is when I leave it somewhere, instead of putting it away where it belongs. It's when I put it away that I lose stuff. But yeah. We're not here to talk about my cleanliness habits, are we? My room. Cluttered. Never disgustingly dirty, no food bits or soda bottles... just piles of books, a heap of clothes in front of the closet. I have a twin sized bed in there - I mean, yeah, I could have something bigger, but do I really want to? Nobody ever sleeps with me. And if they do, we usually just snuggle up in Beth's bed. It's bigger. I've got green satin sheets on my bed. And a big fluffy down comforter. Also green. Emerald green. Dunno how down and satin go together, but for me, it works. Sleek and soft and warm. There's a heap of pillows in my bed, too. Not all the pillowcases match. Some of them are green. I think there's a gray one in there too. And a pink one, no idea where the hell that came from. (Aaand there goes my profanity rating, 360 words in. XD) There's a little yellow Yoshi plush that hangs out on the pillow pile - I sleep with him whenever I get stressed out.
The walls are covered with artwork, posters, clippings from newspaper articles, quotes I find interesting. I have a desk, too, one of those simple drafting desks that's all flat, no weird shelves or anything, and it's covered in papers. Writing. There's a picture of Kyte and I over the desk - I guess he's my muse as much as he is the muse for Unami. I think of him and sometimes the good ideas just flow in. Maybe because he's the prettiest guy on the planet. Who knows. XD If I were a sculptor, I'd do a Greek-esque statue of him. Or something. XD
But enough of that! I've got a closet, a big one, and like I said earlier, heap of clothes outside of it. It's full of all sorts of clothes. Gothic Lolita, just plain goth, some stuff I salvaged from Beth's wardrobe that she was going to get rid of (like some of her tank tops, I can actually wear them places since I don't have tattoos on my arms, or anywhere for that matter), and jeans. Lots of pairs of jeans. Comfy jeans.
I am such a weirdo.
But anyway. Somewhere in here there's a sketchpad, and some colored pencils, although they don't get used much lately since Beth lets me use her computer to draw. There's also a really ratty pink armchair in here, kind of a rosy pink, that Beth used to have in the real world. It's got duct tape on the upper right corner of the back, and the ottoman's seen better days. It's covered in extra blankets. I like to curl up and sit in it when I read. I know, I know, why do I have something pink in my room willingly? Well, I decided somebody had to keep it, and that somebody was me.
Haha, and underneath all those posters and quotes and pictures and stuff, the walls are kind of an eggshell white, maybe a little darker. Definitely not white. The carpet in here is brown, kind of nubbly, like the weird carpet Beth had when she was a kid. Very 1980s. Dunno how I'd know that, since I wasn't even around in the 80s, but Beth knows. Maybe that's how I know.
Maybe I'll have Ellie help me describe her room tomorrow.
So I think we're just gonna concentrate on one post a day from House Gembell, whether it be here or at Beth's personal journal.
Not much went on the past few days. We fell asleep at stupid o'clock last night (seriously, Beth, what happened to staying up until midnight?), woke up early this morning, and we've got a long-ass day at work today. Maybe during our afternoon break I'll work on that crazy MLP project we've got going.
Or maybe I'll work on writing a little. Got a very basic outline for our NaNo '11 story, and been cranking out some story snippets for inspiration. Wondering if I'm gonna be the one doing most of the writing this year, instead of just sitting here, trying to figure out how to tell Beth that I'm here.
Maaan. Now I just wanna take the day off and write. Too bad we can't. Ugh. Hopefully the story can wait until after 1.
-Em
edit:
Gonna try this thing again.
Gonna take on the August Challenge, too, since there's a writing bug in my head and it just keeps telling me to write, write, write. So, here we are, first thing in the morning... writing.
Actually, more like here I am, Em, and I have no idea why I'm awake this early. It's ridiculous. I mean, I know we fell asleep at like 9:30 last night. But I'm not the morning person here - that's Beth's job.
Augh. Why did I start this again? I have no idea what to write. Especially this early in the morning. In the headspace, I'd be sprawled on my bed still.
Hmm. Headspace. Maybe I'll just write about things there. We never really did flesh things out much up in there except for that one room with the squishy chair and the TV.
My room's kind of a mess. It always is. I clean it sometimes, but honestly, it's just easier to find things when everything's all cluttered. I know where it is when I leave it somewhere, instead of putting it away where it belongs. It's when I put it away that I lose stuff. But yeah. We're not here to talk about my cleanliness habits, are we? My room. Cluttered. Never disgustingly dirty, no food bits or soda bottles... just piles of books, a heap of clothes in front of the closet. I have a twin sized bed in there - I mean, yeah, I could have something bigger, but do I really want to? Nobody ever sleeps with me. And if they do, we usually just snuggle up in Beth's bed. It's bigger. I've got green satin sheets on my bed. And a big fluffy down comforter. Also green. Emerald green. Dunno how down and satin go together, but for me, it works. Sleek and soft and warm. There's a heap of pillows in my bed, too. Not all the pillowcases match. Some of them are green. I think there's a gray one in there too. And a pink one, no idea where the hell that came from. (Aaand there goes my profanity rating, 360 words in. XD) There's a little yellow Yoshi plush that hangs out on the pillow pile - I sleep with him whenever I get stressed out.
The walls are covered with artwork, posters, clippings from newspaper articles, quotes I find interesting. I have a desk, too, one of those simple drafting desks that's all flat, no weird shelves or anything, and it's covered in papers. Writing. There's a picture of Kyte and I over the desk - I guess he's my muse as much as he is the muse for Unami. I think of him and sometimes the good ideas just flow in. Maybe because he's the prettiest guy on the planet. Who knows. XD If I were a sculptor, I'd do a Greek-esque statue of him. Or something. XD
But enough of that! I've got a closet, a big one, and like I said earlier, heap of clothes outside of it. It's full of all sorts of clothes. Gothic Lolita, just plain goth, some stuff I salvaged from Beth's wardrobe that she was going to get rid of (like some of her tank tops, I can actually wear them places since I don't have tattoos on my arms, or anywhere for that matter), and jeans. Lots of pairs of jeans. Comfy jeans.
I am such a weirdo.
But anyway. Somewhere in here there's a sketchpad, and some colored pencils, although they don't get used much lately since Beth lets me use her computer to draw. There's also a really ratty pink armchair in here, kind of a rosy pink, that Beth used to have in the real world. It's got duct tape on the upper right corner of the back, and the ottoman's seen better days. It's covered in extra blankets. I like to curl up and sit in it when I read. I know, I know, why do I have something pink in my room willingly? Well, I decided somebody had to keep it, and that somebody was me.
Haha, and underneath all those posters and quotes and pictures and stuff, the walls are kind of an eggshell white, maybe a little darker. Definitely not white. The carpet in here is brown, kind of nubbly, like the weird carpet Beth had when she was a kid. Very 1980s. Dunno how I'd know that, since I wasn't even around in the 80s, but Beth knows. Maybe that's how I know.
Maybe I'll have Ellie help me describe her room tomorrow.