Pocapacapetl Pesadillas

Today is a very interesting day. It's Saint Patrick's Day (I dare any of you to tell me why today is a holiday and who Patrick was before he became a little man in a funny green suit), it's an old friend's birthday (sometimes old is just too old to mention), and it's Wednesday.

I like Wednesdays. Ever since I was little and some random person showed us kids Winnie the Pooh while we were on deputation, visiting stuffy churches. And I mean, really, it's like February. What kind of person decided to spell Wednesday with two d's? That's what I thought. I remember trying to figure out how to spell that word, back before Spelling Power lit up my world with its gloriously orange cover. I probably had the very angels in heaven weeping over my lost soul, that day.

But anyway. Aside from it being Saint Patrick's Day, a couple people's birthday and Wednesday, today is also the day I smashed my father's very oldest computer into submission. I feel very proud of myself, of course. But things like randomly broken mp3 players fixing themselves halfway for absolutely no reason, unscrewing phones older than the earth itself, finding dusty cords, listening to music I haven't heard in a couple years and eating banana pudding pie (yay gluten/sugar) have just made this the most fantastic day since yesterday.

I'm so out of it. My life is floating before me completely untethered and I'm having a blast. And somehow, at the end of it all, I sleep at night. (I've run out of almost all of my drugs, except the nasty shake and some substitutes my mother gave me.) You have no idea how much I love that sleeping bag. Even though it, combined with my braids and my laptop, send blue sparks of electricity coursing through my hands every day. Great stuff, lemme tell ya. My braids being the best part, of course.

So, all that to say, I love my crazy family, I'm really bad at sticking to my plans, no matter how loosely they're formed ANDDDD. I'm doing Script Frenzy in April.

If it kills me.

And I get to see my brother and his girlfriend in a couple days. Eeeeep. I'm busing back to Texas with them, at the end of the month. At least, that's how it stands right now. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? =O

Anyway. I'm trying to decide on a plot (oh my word. Why do I do this to myself?) and it's not really working. I have... three I could choose from. Well. Two and a half. Well. One and a few ideas. Actually... yeah, I'm just reaching for straws, at this point. I'll get it, though. If I have to start without one. And I really hope I don't have to head for Missouri before the end of the month. But we won't go into that, now. It's much too complicated for anyone less clever than my father to figure out. He seems to think it'll work, though, so we'll go with that. =D

Also, did you know that Mexico's time doesn't spring forward until the fourth of April? This is the third time (I think) that I've bused through a time change. It leaves you with this really weird feeling that things are not as they seem. The next time I go somewhere, I should take a train. Trains are cool.

So are a couple other things. Like the weird hard cap on the ends of my fingertips that I can't stop rubbing. And volcanoes. And chocolate chip pancakes with marshmallow fluff and maple syrup. And invisible things. And certain people. But mostly just trains.