Half Hearted Heartbreak

There is nothing like the satisfaction that comes from having people around you who tell you what is what. Whether it be through telling me how I asked for it, now I'm gonna cope with it, making sure I don't get to bed on time, or keeping me, no matter how much I whine, from eating the chocolate I so desperately crave.

It's because of these certain souls that I am currently halfway through NaNoWriMo (we shall ignore the number of times I have threatened to give up and been shoved back out to the playing field by heartless imbeciles who seem to enjoy torturing me). It's also because of this that I am currently very much WITHOUT chocolate. :x But we shall gracefully ignore that, supposing as we must that it is for the greater good (of humanity, or my mother's chocolate stash, I'm not quite sure).

I'm not entirely pleased with where my ~25 k are leading me, but I don't suppose it matters all that much. I'm writing, sometimes enjoying it (though, not as much as one would think necessary for how many hours a day I spend pounding my head against the forth wall), and besides, the company is superb (despite the numerous mentions of food I cannot consume).

Today I listened to one of the most fantastic sermons I believe John Piper has ever preached. It basically touched on every single issue I'm currently dealing with, lumping it all into one big 'PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS.' Also, the analogies he used were simply fascinating. And, the best part is that there's a Part 2. Which I am greatly looking forward to.

Also, there are very few synonyms for 'friendship.' And none of them do a very good job of explaining to me what, exactly, it is. Neither, might I add, does anything taken out of my past experience seem to shed light on a 'balanced' definition of 'friendship.' I'm pretty sure half the world does it wrong, but I'm not sure which extreme most of it ends up on. But I refuse to accept that it just happens, and that is that. :noway: Not that I'm complaining, or anything. *coughs*

There is also the problem of my dreams. I have always known that my dreams get muddled when I don't write. But what I did not know is that they get horrifically clear, long and rememberable when I write too much. Thus leading to things like coffee, roses, green couches and great conversational starters.

For all of which, I might add, I will be eternally grateful. *curtsies with much flourish*

Someday, though. I will figure out how to say what must be said. And when that time comes, better get yer earplugs out, mates. There just might be rainbows and pink ponies on the other side. \:D/