Saturday 30 June 2018

It's Too God Damn Hot.

I have several things I need to do. I am slowly doing one of them. Finally moving out of my parent's house. Only took eight months to get most of my junk of here. Getting insulation in my house is slowly turning into the worst thing ever. It should be finished. Apparently, the electrics might not be safe. Great. I guess I just won't use that light.

I'm sitting on two thing videos that were Pride related. One properly, the other a book review. The proper one has always been a mess that I need to just edit. I need just to get time.

Then Camp NaNoWriMo is tomorrow which I am doing. I need to do Bullet Journal for it and other stuff. I need to film videos for StrangeAThon which is next week, going from the 9th to 15th July 2018 (we have a twitter).

We have this deadline without a date. I just want this done and for my mother stop freaking out over everything and nothing. My dog is also a little weirdo that won't do the toilet anyway but off lead in my parent's garden. She also follows me everywhere so my parent's scheme to steal her from me won't work.

I meant to go to the beach all week and the cinema. I'm just not getting to do anything I want. I took Leia to a Loch because she constantly over heating and wanting to play ball. She was not keen but she went after the ball when it was thrown in. My mother also thinks dogs can't swim. Here are some photos because I am an artist.

I'm writing while in sitting in a wardrobe so obvious joke about being in the closet on this the last day of Pride. Might put Stella in here. Stella use to live in the closet, then the clothes over took. Now she tied to a bunk bed. Not sure where Stella is going to live in my house. Probably in the corner.

I've got so much stuff to do, and my mother is taking her frustration out on me. I've have a novel tow write, videos to film so I best just go. See you next week.

Saturday 23 June 2018

The Night (Short Story Thing) a.k.a. Nonsense.

So I've been reading a ridiculous amount of SuperBat fanfiction. I just love them so much and hate those god damn Syner films. I will fight you about it. The characters are just so OOC in them that I can't read fanfic where they use it as starting point. I just like my boys to be BFF/or Lovers. Happy Pride month. The whole Justice League is Bi in my head.

The Night

Things had been going bad for a while. Their wins were just scraping  by and more of the League was stepping away. She didn't want to admit it but they were back to the standard core. The Government had managed to scare away the less established supers.

For the core, it was too late to stand down. They had been doing this stuff for 10 years, she wouldn't know how to quit. Even pregnancy, the guilt of putting her baby in danger hadn't made her stay dominant for the first months she had known. She had only stopped when she starting showing with the helpful headline of "Is Atomic Girl getting fat?"

The older she got the more she hated that press name. When she had been 15 and The Atomic, girl was of course added because she didn't hide that she presented female. She wondered how old she would she have to be till people updated her to woman or at maybe back to The Atomic. It's didn't help that her teammates had ironically started calling her it so it had stuck.

Right now she did feel very like a girl, like a child, which was pretty bad considering she had a three year. A three old that didn't call her mum, less the government freak out about super children. They had no control of they destinies. 14 and a street kid, the government had no threats for her. But now she had a family, a family that was slowly going missing.

Members were quitting the League, but they were members who stopped coming in and answering to messages. Her gut told her they was something up. She knew that the Organisation had more secret identity than the league did, back when the Organisation had been ally, instead of a poaching threat. They hadn't said it, but they wanted the league to stop. Three years and one Leaguer turns villian, then the rest of the team couldn't be trust. He had only been there a few months. He was still a rookie. They had said they hadn't held it against them, but she knew they had.

They were hosit and only called them for big things like Aliens or armies of robots. The league just wasn't as attractive, they weren't the pretty porgan they had been as teenagers. They had been Best Friends, the Core, now she keep secrets from them all. She hadn't even told him that her powers were in flux. She lost them and then they came back screaming. She had terrible feeling that it would mean her end. Something had to be causing it. She just didn't have the time to find out what.

The Organisation was on to her. She knew they had finally figured her out. She made sure to be quiet, nothing flashy, just a boring office job, that had turn government and then she was working for them. How could she have said no to that offer? It would have strange to do in this economy. Had they known then, or had they clued up?

She disappeared a lot, but she was meant to be working from home and she did get her work in. How could they know? She had thought she had been so careful, but then 14 year old make mistakes, had they tracked her through her path before she knew that she had something to fear.

She was Fucked. She knew that. Crime went on and the Organisation did not want them solving it any more. They were up to something.

She heard loud crash, the sound of a building falling. She sighed and turned to the window. Robots again? She went for her uniform, knowing her powers interfered with electronics brilliantly but the truth was she knew she couldn't stay out of the fight. That what the Organisation had over her. She couldn't stop.

She would wish that wasn't true, when she realise the trap that she and the Core had just walked into. It was the end of the league. It was the end of them. The headlines would vary from crude to tragic. Conspiracy theories would be the only explanation anyone had. No one thinking about what the world had just lost.


Yeah, that's just nonsense. Literally all telling, never even established where the character was. Probably should be in first person. From a project that probably never get off the ground. Mainly because I think it should be a comic that I draw. 7 years later and that's not happened passed costume design. I'm doing Camp NaNoWriMo next month, guess which genre I'm writing. It's quite shocking for me.

Saturday 16 June 2018

Pink and Tired.

My house has now been painted. So I can take everything up the stairs again. Not yet though, still ton of stuff in my livingroom. I did re-organise the mess they made. Things still have random plaster everywhere.

I'm annoyed still. My sleeping pattren was a mess today. Finally, went to sleep at 3am, had been in bed since midnight. I woke up right before 6am, so less than 3 hours of sleep. Let Leia out so could mess around in the Garden, she gets out constantly because she loves to wake everyone up for cuddles and kisses. She can't do this to me, since I've been sleeping my bunk bed at my parents because my house is a mess so who knows what woke me.

I went back to bed, I kinda woke at nine, but did not regain conscious till half noon, left bed at one and I'm still tired. Woke to the news that the Glasgow high street was once again on fire. The ABC and the Glasgow School of Art are now mssing their roofs and whatever other damage that's likely.That's the third time this year. Something just seem off with that that. Does Glasgow have Supervillian? Realistically not, it just something isn't right with that.

I have did nothing today that I should have. I'm still editing a video that should have went up Monday, I don't know if I should just give up on it. I'm doubting myself. I like parts of it, I just need to edit the bad out I guess.

Its took long I'm just not happy, because I mess up the first time so it just set off as bad. I'm just going to keep with it. I know I just need to push through it. I'm hoping to finish for tomorrow but If I don't, I'm probably going to push it for next Friday.

I'm also like done with Drag Race this season. I stopped watching ep 11 and I just can't be bother to go back to it. I'll probably will. We're apparently getting British Drag Race, but I'm just so not interested in seeing any more of Rupaul. I know he'll make money either way, but I rather not see his face. His judging is usually really bad as well. I watch Drag Race for the Queens, not a bitter old man who refuses to change with the times.

I'm going to dye my hair tonight, despite not actually having time. I'm just so sick of my hair. Just gonna dye it a random colour that'll probably not last that long. Pink. Pink tends to fade as rule. Nor really had my hair pink outside of dying my hair red with pink undertones rather than it going orange when it fades. My hair is blue and purple in places from my mother attacking me in March.

Going to try a pastel thing. Probably going to film it as new thing I'm trying. Hair dying does well for whatever reason on YouTube.

I'm off to dye my hair pink, which might appear a bit extra when you find out what the next video I'm going to film is.

Saturday 9 June 2018

Moving Stuff About

So despite having been moved out since October, a lot of my junk is in my parent's house. Like majority of it. My parents live an five minute walk from me so there's nothing to motivate me to do it. But kidney transplanting looks like it might happen soon. Rooms need moved about.

Futuaire needs move to my house. Though, my living room is still filled with stuff that should be upstairs. I don't think I mentioned that people plastering the upstairs took most futcture down the stairs. How I am going to get back up there? Who knows. Probably take a object up once a week.

They also completely mess up my books and put my bookcase in a stupid place. My bed too. How I am going to move my bed back to where it was considering they turn in a very stupid circle. Well, I might be able to get help with that. But they're still dicks. There is literally plaster everyway. Including downstairs.

I wasn't there because I am ill and my brain does not like to sleep at night. But during odd times during the day. It meant to be getting painted. I'm not actually that bother. I just want to know when so if I know if it worth it to take object upstairs.

I need to sort books and things. My mother thinks my books are tidy. There are not. If I move the the bookcase then I can move the clothes, that have no where to currently to go. Because my clothing pool is current downstairs. So are my drawers. What I am meant to do?

Terrible timing is family trait. We're see what happens.

Saturday 2 June 2018

Glasgow is Gone.

My cat died. My little, giant arse cat is dead. Born Thursday, 21st October 2011, died Wednesday 30th May 2018. Only six years old and I've had them since he was born (his mother was our cat, don't worry no taking kittens too young from their mothers).

We have lost a pet a year the past three years and really hope it's a trend that doesn't continue, because I went throw a cosmetic fit. We've went from having 3 cats and 2 dogs to a reasonably 2 cats and 1 dog. That 1 dog is also not one of the original two. Do have to change my Instagram to reasonably pet owner instead of "mass pet owner"?

Glasgow Smile died quite unexpectedly. Like he couldn't breath, found in the garden baking in the sun.

Glasgow liked to hide. I think he was hiding in the garden instead of my bedroom because my sister would not leave him alone. Even in his death there's still debate about whose cat he was. The answer is clearly mine. The fact she abandoned her own cat should be prove of that.

Fatykins is dead. I also called him fuffykins and furrykins, but his sister is still those things, while being tinykins. Mandela has been acting strange for her. More affectionate. Lying in Glasgow's typical spaces. His mother does not appear to care.

Losing animals is weird. I still miss my cat Inky and my dog Shep. Even miss Mysti sometimes, even though she wasn't really my dog. I miss Glasgow, I miss his loud purr, his paws, how he pop out of nowhere and rub himself against you and how he would let me hold him like a baby. I still have Leia who lets me hold her like a baby. Glasgow was also the only of the cats that would almost play wit her and sort of liked her. He was only one to be affectionate to her, which makes sense he was a dogcat and she is catdog. Their marking are similar too.

I also immediately came up with morbid jokes immediately, including highlanders jokes as Mandela is the last cat. Humour is how I cope. Also something about time capsule actually being a cat grave that a millionaire has left for children to dig up because he was secretly a dick.

Glasgow purred a lot. Though, I kinda taught him to purr if wanted to be left alone. He also bite as kitten and that didn't work.

I am gonna go now, cause I don't know what I was saying. See you next week and maybe last week.