Shields of Paper

I’m moving out in one week.

ONE MORE WEEK.

I’ll be on my own, sharing an apartment with a friend. I’ll have my own bedroom, my own bed, my own bathroom, my own car, my own computer, my own bookshelves, and all my friggin books! Already started calling ahead asking about jobs and putting in what applications I can online. The local college is 5 minutes from my apartment and I can afford it, so hopefully I can start in the fall. And if all else fails, there’s classes at the community college and all classes there are transferable.

I finally know what direction I want to take in life. I’m finally taking steps to get on my own two feet. I’m going to make this work, regardless of the difficulty.

One. More. Week.

Getting my car today!

I’m going to go do the notary and pick it up in an hour or so.

So I’m going to start writing again.

After this semester and being told I’m a gifted writer (and having the top scores in my English class didn’t hurt either), and talking with a few close adults about my future plans, I may end up with an English minor.

And then… I’ve had this story building in my head. For over three years now I’ve been working on this single, but huge, story. The only problem is, even though I can read these long novels… I can’t write more than a few chapters of anything. I can only do short stories, else my writing just drops off suddenly.

I think I can do it right this time though. I’m not going to write things as a single story right through. I’m still working on it, but it’ll be different than what I’ve tried before.

I plan on posting my first excerpt both here and on Facebook to get some feedback. Then I may or may not make a separate Tumblr, depending on whether people actually think it’s good. Which means, be on the look out for an excerpt in the future from me, because I really want people’s opinions.

I still want a bookstore though! This is an on the side thing.

OH! This is exciting!

So one of my best friend’s since I was 12 is getting married. She’s moving to Iowa or Missouri or something. I dunno.

ANYWAY. Her dad, my old pastor, is selling her car. A ‘92 Oldsmobile Cutlass. The gas gauge doesn’t work, nor does the a/c, and it has 110k miles on it… But it’s $500. And my pastor of 9 years isn’t going to purposefully rip me off like that.

I’m talking about it with my parents, getting some info on the car. I’ll be honest, I absolutely don’t mind a piece of shit for my first vehicle, as long as it lasts a while til I can afford something better. I deal with no a/c in my parent’s van anyway, and it’s so old that it has a cassette player which I think is better since I can buy one of those things to plug my mp3 player in through that and have no hassle.

Not to mention I could move out so much sooner and easier if I have a vehicle. I need this to work out.

A few things

So I haven’t really been on for real, just kinda been reblogged stuff on my phone and posting that one pic of my tats from spring break. School is over for me in 8 days, so I’ll be posting a lot more often then. I promise to get back to doing book reviews and stuff.

Also, I figured I’d give some explanation on my tattoos since I don’t feel like digging back and finding that post I made before, lol.

They’re opposites and yet two sides of the same coin. It’s Huginn and Muninn from Norse mythos, meaning Thought and Memory. They’re on my shoulders because of this verse I found on them.

“From Odin’s shoulders two ravens flew, Huginn to the hanged and Muninn to the slain.”

I interpreted that as hanged being a death for crime, so Huginn is black and on the left (from the Latin root translated into sinister) while slain sounds like a death in battle, or an honorable death so Muninn is the opposite shading of Huginn and on the right.

Also you can kinda tell the outline around Huginn’s wings aren’t all the same (curved vs straight edges). This shows that Thought isn’t always uniform. And Muninn shows that Memories aren’t always whole.

Finally, Brandon (my name) means Little Raven.

There! Now we’re all happy and understanding one another and yay! Now excuse me as I get sleep for work again tomorrow. Sigh. Life after a week’s break sucks.

My boyfriend just got his MBTI Certification

And he alone was approached with a possible job offer by the CEO himself of a company (that shall go unnamed for privacy purposes). I’m ridiculously excited for him. You have no idea.