Another follower! Thank you, Scott; I really appreciate it!
Since I’ve been getting more followers lately (and I have no idea why!), I thought I should take a moment to clarify what this is. Or maybe I don’t have to; I’m not sure. The border between reality and fiction is kinda blurred in my mind. Anyhow, I’ve been following, and occasionally followed back by, people who are being hunted by the entity called the Slenderman. Seeing that I’ve been mistaken for one of those people before, I think I should make it clear that I’m not. I’ve read up on Slendy extensively and I do what I can to help out his victims, but I assure you all that I’m perfectly fine and un-stalked. Knock on wood.
I’m sorry that I keep dancing around the border of in-game and out-of-game. Sometimes even I don’t know what’s real. I kind of aspire to be a Dav Flamerock, if any of you know what I’m talking about. Someone who helps out without actually being a Runner herself. I lurk Unfiction and all that fun stuff, but after becoming immersed in the Mythos as I do, it does get hard to tell what’s real and what isn’t. Especially recently, as I’ve been more asleep than awake and my dreams are… rather odd.
BLAH BLAH BLAH HOLLY’S BEING VAGUE AND WEIRD AGAIN, LET’S GO BACK TO TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING CONCRETE.
Like college. Frikken’ college.
Just got back from dinner at Chili's with my family. It was great- we pretty much stuffed ourselves as a kind of last hurrah before we all go on a diet for the New Year. Awesome. Really looking forward to that. According to my grandma and aunts (who do this often), on WeightWatchers you get much better food and you lose weight because you just eat less of it. Or something like that. Whatever.
While we were out, the subject of college came up. College, college, college. I'm in high school and I haven't really thought much about college. I have a vague desire to major in English literature and write fiction for a living, but I haven’t really done much to work towards that goal… I feel like I should be prepared and I should have a plan, but I really don’t. I’m just kinda floating through high school without a plan. I’ve been told all my life that I’m really smart and mature and all that jazz, but I don’t think I am. That’s not just me being self-deprecating again- I honestly don’t think I’m particularly special or interesting. That’s kind of a not-fun thing to realize, heh.
I’m gonna go play Pokémon and pretend my problems don’t exist. Ciao.