"I am Alaska.
Will you come Looking For me?
I can offer you nothing.
Least of all permanence."
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So.
I've been blogging a lot less frequently now because something's up with all 3 computers, and it won't show my Blogger interface properly and I can't blog a decent blogpost unless everything is up as it SHOULD BE.
Yeah because I'm anal like that.
I've got an idea in my head and it's walking around and tapping on the windows behind my eyes in the shape of a person.
Specifically- a girl.
Albeit- a rather odd one.
I don't know a lot about her yet. All I know's that she's got a penchant for chandelier earrings, and eats the marshmallows out of Alpha Bits but never the cereal, and has a crooked smile and a chipped front tooth that somehow manages to look quite charming if you're standing up close, and never reads the newspapers because they make her sad. She's a little bit of me and a whole lot of bits of other people I've known and one day, I'm sure, will make a charmingly oddball protagonist in what will be an odder book.
But for now, all of that has to wait.
Promos, ho.
Is it possible to lose motivation to do something before you've even started?
But Lisa's right. We've got to do this. We HAVE to.
Because in this big little box little dot little piece of engineered year-2100 geographical ingenuity
things you do/ and things you don't do = all have Consequences.
It took turning seventeen for me to learn that and if I ever live to be seventy seven it'll stay with me right up till then.
I've got a lot of questions on my mind.
Questions about "wouldn't it be great if..?" and "but if we try, wouldn't we be able to..?" and "but why can't I.." and friends are talking about wanting to make a difference but not being able to because their wings've been clipped by a ugly little phrase called Secure Investments. And I've gotten to know you and you've shown me that freedom IS out there- it isn't just a concept or something you read about in the pledge of America- it's there and it's alive and it's kicking and love the way you talk sometimes makes me half-believe that...I could.
Maybe One Day, hm?