Angst_Bingo card & ramblings

Round 3 of angst_bingo has started over on LJ. We've got a week until Nanowrimo which means I probably should not have signed up but what can I say? I'm a masochist. I really love bingos and I also think that the challenge will be good for me (even though last time I only finished 3 stories -.-)

My card tended to skew towards physical ailment prompts this round which is NOT my angst preference or strength so completing a blackout will, I think, be somewhat difficult but here it is:

Aging	Voyeurism	Bodyshare	Outsiders	Nausea
Stranded	Telepathy	Holidays	Disabled	Physical imperfections
Post-traumatic stress disorder	Recovery	WILD CARD	Inanimate objects	Assault
Child abuse	Murder (attempted or successful)	Accidents	Getting physical	Pregnancy
Marriage (arranged or otherwise)	Sensory deprivation	Chance encounters	Hypothermia	Dub-con

I've got a few vague ideas to fill 'Aging' and 'Chance Encounters' with Inception, 'Nausea' 'Telepathy' 'Disabled' 'Pregnancy' and 'Sensory Deprivation' with XMFC but that feels like... idk a cop-out? Too easy/too obvious. I'm following so many different fandoms atm it's a bit of a clutter in my head.

Since this coincides with nano, I think I might do a few original fills, particularly 'Marriage' since that fits nicely with the nano story I intend to write.

Impact of the Palouse Lentil Festival

I'm all for community activities. I quite enjoy going to Lakefair and the Thurston County Fair. The upside to these events is the fact that theyre accompanied by plenty of parking. I woudnt have a beef with the Lentil Festival in Pullman except for the fact that it closes down the two major streets with free parking around my coffee shop and attracts every single non-student who inevitable fill up the pub and/or make it almost impossible to get into my coffee shop.

I had planned to pop round for a nice relaxing manhattan and do some writing, instead i've secluded myself in the DG (Daily Grind) where i'm deafened by the raucous whir and grind of blenders (because heaven forbid people drink anything besides a terrible ice cream blended monstrosity q.q)

I'm vaguely worried I'm going to break down and end up watching Princess Diaries 2 on youtube instead of getting anything actually accomplished.

Bed

Do you ever have a morning when there is almost nothing else in the world that feels or could possibly feel as good as staying cuddled up in bed? It's just like a dream, that mix of tiredness, warmth and cushy-soft comfort.

I read an article recently about how you shouldnt pile a ton of blankets onto yourself when you sleep because your core temperature needs to go down so you can fall asleep. Personally I find this a bit flip-flopped. I almost never have trouble getting to sleep, whether I'm at home or away, hard surface, bed, sofa, inside, outside. On the rare occasions I do have trouble it's 95% of the time because I'm too cold.

I love blankets, bedspreads, comforters. I have about five layers on my bed. A sheet, 2 comforters, a crochet bedspread, and a velour bedspread thingy. It's perfect. Heavenly.

This morning I very seriously did not want to get out of bed. I really just wanted to luxuriate in the niceness of the moment. It was all so warm and safe and comfortable.

I love the color white, white rooms. It's so clean. Not hospital white but beach house white (you know what I mean?) When I get a place of my own I want to get rid of all my clutter and live in a clean, comfortable, white beach house style place with large windows and plush comforters so I can wake up warm and comfortable with a salty breeze ruffling the drapes.

This reminds me that at some point I need to get back to work on my crochet bedspread. ;D

Middle of the Week, focus new

So, I recently broke up with my boyfriend (JW) of one year. And of course by recently, I mean two weeks ago, but it was only one week ago that the last nail really fell in the coffin.

At first I was sad, of course, and at first it seemed like we might be able to fix things. But no. There was no fixing this. Everyone keeps telling me now I need to look outward and older (he was only 6 months older than me). I suppose they have a point, he was too emotionally immature, he has problems he needs to work out on his own. And it comes down to the simple truth that we werent well matched for each other anyways.

In the wake of this, I must admit that I feel mostly relief. I feel free, and light and unburdened now that we're no longer together. It's amazing. And I've taken this past week or so to realize I need to focus on me, on my interests and my hobbies and all the projects I've put on the back burner, both for him and for school. It's a revalation.

Perhaps it's a horrible thing to say, admitting that I'm happier now than when I was with him, that I almost wish we'd broken up earlier, but I wont say that, because this has been a very beneficial learning experience. And, if nothing else, it can always be used later as material ;)

Now I approach Wednesday with something like dread, because there are still three days left to the week, but I have nothing to worry about beyond the basic stresses of school itself. It's refreshing. I move forward into the world my own person, with my own thoughts and opinions and a carefree attitude. I don't always have to be wrong or misinformed or whatever. I can have my thoughts and my hobbies and they shall be mine alone and I dont have to think about children. It puts something like a cheery note on even Wednesday.

More to come on my new knitting project (and my new I do mean two weeks old), books I'm reading and probably some whining about school.