In Which Events Fail to Take Place

Absolutely nothing is happening and I don’t know whether to be grateful or concerned about this fact.  Should I be wanting things to happen, or is that a dangerous wish?  I honestly don’t know.  Instead, I’m just pacing along here, falling into a routine and trying not to feel too content about it.

But seriously – absolutely nothing is happening.  How am I supposed to blog if nothing’s going on?  “Dear LiveJournal, today was exactly the same as yesterday.  Please see my last entry for details.  Bye.”  How thrilling.

My mum keeps complaining that I don’t ring her but that’s only because there’s nothing to tell her.  I can just picture the conversation now...

The Ma: Hello? Buneater: It’s me! The Ma: *insert obligatory maternal sarcasm here* Buneater: Yes, ha ha. The Ma: So, what’s new? Buneater: Um, absolutely nothing.  Oh, I tell a lie.  A fly just landed on the window.  Wow. The Ma: *insert bored pause here* Buneater: *insert identical bored pause here* ... Buneater: So, bye!

And wouldn’t that be a ’phone call worth receiving?  It’s not as though I ignore them completely, anyway.  I often chat to the Da on msn and the Ma too, if she manages to push Dad away from the computer long enough to type in absolute defiance of the shift key.

On the up side, at least some writing is happening in the midst of all this sameness.  I finally finished off the latest Jane letter and the start of my new story is gradually taking form.  The main character has not only a name (Lin), but a also mother who speaks to him with quiet scorn and knocks his feet from under him (literally).  I’ve apologised to Lin profusely about this and told him that I’m sure she loves him deep down.  Very deep down.  I’m sure all of that quiet scorn and intent to cause pain is just hiding her affection for him.

For some reason, I don’t think he believes me.

And on the manga front, Bleach has completely stolen my soul, which is quite ironic if I think about it.