Today was cool enough. I totally gave up on doing homework for today and instead went shopping. Actually, I was kinda forced into the shopping thing. We went looking for needlework for my mom to turn into a cushion. We didn’t find any, but I did find two books. Of which the one is brilliant. I finished it today. I’m saving the other one for a rainy day. And now I am once more broke for the next two months and all that money I worked for is gone. Something tells me that I’m going to be spending a whole lot of time with cables and side cutters for the next couple of weeks to keep myself from financial ruin. Wait, I’m already in a permanent state of financial ruin. Thanks to my expensive hobbies,
books and computers. Which my parents are willing to support, but not finance.

So the one book is called Wormwood and I haven’t read it. The second is the second book in The Mark of the Lion series. It’s the one in which the girl finally gets her happily ever after. In a way, I dislike happliy ever afters. They have a way of ending your favourite character’s adventures really abruptly and finally. That just irritates me sometimes. In my opinion, the author should never end a story in such a way that there is no way for the hero/heroine to have more adventures. Also, there should preferably still be some mystery as to the person who the hero/heroine falls in love with. If they get married at the end of the book, that just totally tends to cut their sense of adventure. Engaged is still okay, but definitely not married, if it can be helped.
Another thing: you shouldn’t have a series in which the main character is single for the first two or three books and then he/she suddenly falls in love with a totally new character in the fourth book or something. If the author really wants something like that to happen, then it should be a well-known, already-existent character. Maybe the new character can still be brought in in the second book, possibly in the third, but definitely no later than that. Maybe that’s just me. Not that the book I read needed this criticism. This was just a general observation.

Yesterday my mom bought a humungus (is that even a word?) bag of chillis. As in really hot chillis. As in, an 8 on the official scale of chillis from 1 – 10. Thank goodness there wasn’t a bag of tens. [FYI The hottest chillis in the world are called habaneros. They look really harmless, but appearances never meant very much... they rank a 10]
Now, my dad loves chillis. His cure-all is chillis. If you have a cold, you should eat chillis. If you have a headache, you should chillis. If you’re feeling depressed, you should eat chillis… and so on. You get the idea.  Now, back to the back of chillis: So since we have an enormous bag of chillis, my mom decided that we should turn it into some kind of chilli jam (??Don’t ask me??). So for a good part of the afternoon, I was chopping up chillis. Now wait for it: My hands are burning from the chilli-chopping. Don’t laugh, it’s really painful. Typing hurts. No-one believes me though, lol. Not surprised. Maybe it’s some kind of psychosomatic (I hope the spelling is right) disorder. Who knows The big guild meeting was postponed to tomorrow. But that’s okay, cause I finally made peace with planeshift. It wasn’t the quests tripping each other up, it was my own mistake. Yes, I am in a good enough mood to admit it. I just needed to ask the one guy something before giving him the item and I had to tell the other guy that someone or other sent me. Go ahead and laugh.

I totally get the ‘isolate’ part. I like being alone. It has a quality to it that being with someone just doesn’t have. I enjoy being by myself and thinking and just being. I don’t like having people around me all the time. And I find nothing wrond with that. Apparently, though, at the rate that I’m going, I’ll end up being a recluse. Which also has serious possibilities…

I don’t quite get what she means with the whole guilt idea. I’m afraid that I do have a conscience and more than enough guilt feelings, just not about other people’s situations or their problems that they caused. If they got themselves into serious problems, I’ll be sympathetic, but no way I’m gonna feel guilty about it. Cry a river, build a bridge and get over it!

As for pushing myself too hard, if I don’t push myself, I don’t work. And the reason I push myself so hard is because I know I can do it. I’m not about to set unrealistic goals for myself, but honestly. According to her, it’s okay now, but if I keep it up for too long, I’ll burn myself out. Hah! Me, burn myself out? I seriously doubt it. I might irritate the hell out of myself, but I won’t burn myself out. I’m not that stupid.

So there. Sorry, it wasn’t that interesting. Oh well.

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