16 April, 2012

Not all Alders are trees

I've been working on a couple pieces for a local magazine.  This is one I just started (today), and I could use you smart people's help.  So...yup.  Here's the first page.







 I saw an angel today in Algebra class. Her long black hair curled around her neck and shoulders like a shadowy embrace. When her eyes met mine, I knew I was in love. She was the most beautiful girl in the entire school. I think. I've only been here for a couple of hours.

Wait, why are they all staring at me?

“What's your name, dumbass?” a boy who looked like gorilla shouted at me. I'd gotten so lost in metaphors I hadn't realized we were doing roll call. “Oh! Um, Alder Jones!” I sputtered. I put my head on my desk. I was already beginning to feel out of place here; this school was too high class for people like me. This school, with its twenty thousand dollar tuition, state of the art buildings, rolling green hills and fields... it was a bit of a step up from my old, run down Catholic high school. I got lucky. Yeah, I knew I was smart, and I was pretty good at wrestling (the sport paying my grant) but...I was very different. I knew it as soon as I came here this morning. I almost regretted my decision, until I saw her.

I spent too much time zoning out. I didn't even hear her name.

“Alder you said?” the boy sitting on the other side of me whispered. He raised an eyebrow at me; he looked a little confused. “Yeah. Why?” I responded, probably sounding more annoyed than I intended.

“We're on the same team, dude” the boy said with a laugh. “Same weight class and everything. Funny though, coach said you were a chick. I guess you do got a girly face.”

“I am a girl.”

The boy flushed, and looked back at his notebook for a moment before turning back to me. “Heh, that explains why you got a girly face, though,” He looked at his desk a the teacher shot a look in our direction. When he went back to writing on the whiteboard, the boy turned back to me. “Didn't mean any harm. I'm Zach, by the way. And, I won't be going easy on you cuz you're a girl, either.” I couldn't help but smile at the boy. He was friendly enough.

“Good. I want to pin you fair and square.” I gave Zach a confident smirk. It might have seemed a little cocky, but I didn't really care. I held up three fingers. “I'll have your ass pinned in thirty seconds.” Zach laughed.

“I'll bet you twenty bucks you won't.” Crap, I didn't have twenty bucks. Well, that just meant I had to win. I noticed the angel watching us out of the corner of her eye. I really wish I'd heard her name. I just got lost in those deep brown eyes and...

“Double or nothing.” I added.

Dammit, I'm an idiot.

09 April, 2012

Screw You, Depression!

I'm gonna start doing shit with my life!!!

I'm currently about 90% through finishing a short story that I plan on submitting to Philadelphia Stories, a magazine which I'm sure if you have any sense, you can figure out what its all about.  Of course, when I say 90% done, I mean, I still kinda sorta really need to edit it.... BUT FINE DETAILS....

I've also been playing around with RPG Maker.  I actually have a working, playable (ish) thing going.  It's nowhere near done, but... it works!  That's all that really matters to me right now.  And it's intensely silly, so that's fun.

Another thing.  I was employed.  For about a week.  Then I quit, because the place was super sketchy, and I wasn't getting paid.  So, I guess it was really: I volunteered at an inner city horse stable and listened to the same, tired history tours over and over again, when I wasn't standing around, bored to death, holding the useless rope leash to a one ton creature on a busy city street as its actual handler sat on the side, bitching about money and chain smoking.

Finally, I may finally be moving soon.  After lots of drama with my family (which is thankfully beginning to get resolved in a favorable manner) me and Sam started taking this moving thing a lot more seriously.  And since we just plain CAN'T afford to live in the city without an employed roommate (sorry Kaye), we've been looking at other options.  We'll see if all this pans out; I'm not going to be announcing moving out until I actually KNOW it's in the foreseeable future.

Um, I think that's it, I guess.  I'm done wallowing in my own self pity.  I'm finally really trying to pull myself back to my feet.  So yeah, my depression can suck a big, fat, hairy dick.