Words

Sometimes there are words who make me curious, uncomfortable, nervous, or otherwise, and I'm not sure why. Today it is the Danish adjective "blakket", which translates to "shady", "faded" and "woolly". I think it's the context I draw when I see it. I'm thinking of a story by a certain author who may or may not keep otherworldly, horrifying creatures in his basement. It's been so long, but I hardly remember anything else quite as clearly.

Also, I've ordered a book called Alternative Realities: Paranormal, the Mystic and the Transcendent in Human Experience and I am so psyched to read it. After I finish Metamorphosis & Other Stories, Twilight Eyes, and Gideon's Corpse. Sigh, so many books, so little time.

I have made my writing a priority, and I think it's starting to take it's toll on school. Well, just in Danish class, really. I didn't write that feature thing, I couldn't, just. It wouldn't work. Somehow I don't think my teacher will understand how it is I'm struggling.

Last Friday was the 13th. Oh yeah. I don't know what people get so worked up about, Friday 13ths are usually pretty giving on my part. For instance, I got to see Sherlock Holmes and eat delicious food. I learned how to pay for stuff with a card -- not too sure yet whether that's a good thing or not. I prefer having cash to be quite honest.