Aurora Dimitre's Books and Rambling

I mean, I work tonight, but I'm planning on watching Amityville II: Possession tonight, so, like, Halloween, motherfuckers.  I did wear my costume somewhere. I had DnD on Sunday, and I just. Decided to show up looking like Nikki Sixx. See at the bottom of this post, the photos that my very professional twelve year old sister directed and took. She also did the hair. And yes, that wrecked-looking place is my parent's old kitchen, because my dad is currently tearing it apart . But yeah--Halloween. Like I said, I work tonight, and I am pretty antisocial outside of work; I love being around people, I fucking hate committing time to people. Like, every so often, it's nice to hang. You know, I've got DnD every couple of weeks, and that's a solid four hours of hanging, you know. But mostly I'm like, you know, I like to use my time off to get shit done, you know, writing and everything. I've got too many irons in the fire to spend time with people outside of wor

I started re-reading Homestuck. I've read it about two or three times. I used to be big into Homestuck. I was Gamzee for Halloween one year in high school. There's a picture floating around the internet somewhere; anyway, because of the face paint, literally nobody at my school knew who the fuck it was under there so that was kind of fun. On my ITV class one of the other people asked me if I was a member of the Insane Clown Posse which was. Fair. Anyway, the story gets a lot of flack because the fans went totally fucking nutso, you know, over everything. I'm from North Dakota, so I didn't meet another Homestuck fan in real life until college, and honestly, by the time I got to college, Homestuck was already one of those things where you were like, "ha, yeah, I did... used to be into that..." but I did roleplay on that fucking site, you know, where you could roleplay, like chat as the characters, and because of who I am as a person I mostly played as Cronus

I don't sleep. This isn't like a, 'oh i can't fall asleep' or I'm 'tired all the time.' It's just. I don't sleep. I mean, obviously I sleep, but I don't sleep all that much , like, this morning I woke up at 7:30 and that was weird , like, normally I'm up between five and seven, sometime in there, and it's not like I generally go to bed super early, either; normally I'm at work until 10:30/11, and I normally have some shit to do before I go to sleep. Like, five or six hours is my normal. Five or six hours is what I function best at, honestly; sometimes when I get more I'm more tired, and that shit's weird. It does take me a little bit to fall asleep. I've started listening to music as I fall asleep lately, and that's been helping, even though my music taste is the kind that makes Spotify.me tell me to calm down. So most of that music is fine, except "Rocket Queen" or "Nightrain" because t

Maybe I'm out-of-touch or maybe the rest of the online world is, but so much of the shit I see online baffles me. Like, people talking about shit that they feel like they need to have--maybe it's people chasing some sort of upper-middle-class kind of life and I work at full-time a pizza place making 11$/hr (and surviving fine , thanks North Dakota), but I just--it baffles me, you know? I read this blog post/online article whatever, where the author was talking about how 'it's okay to wear the same clothes twice guys!!!' and it's like, fucking duh? I wear my Guns'n'Roses shirt every time it's fucking clean, man, I'm not going to chuck it just because I've worn it. Like where do these people come from? Why--what the fuck, you know? And like, I know that there are certain things where I am out of touch like, for certain. Pop culture. I don't know. Right, I'm stuck in the 80s/90s when it comes to pop culture. I can tell you a lot abou

It's Thursday, and, since I switched my grocery day from Friday to Thursday and don't have the self-control to just get groceries on my way back home after the lunch portion of my shift today, I got groceries this morning. It's October, you know, early in the morning October, and the weather's telling me it's about thirty-two degrees. Not enough sun to burn the frost off of my windshield and windows, not late enough for the radio to be playing music. So I grabbed "Master of Puppets", rolled down my windows so I could see without scraping them (fight me, I did scrape the windshield), and skipped to track four. It was around this time last year that I started listening to the LPOTL episodes of the West Memphis Three. I was still in college, and I would take these long morning walks. I have very specific memories of certain points of the episodes at certain points of campus, cold, before the sun rose. Once I finished those episodes and before I got my tap

It's October 15th. This means it's halfway to November, which is important for a couple of reasons. First up, Slayer' s coming to Fargo, so that's pretty cool. Second up, the temperature is steadily dropping, but if we're lucky we might stick around in the thirties through November, hopefully, probably. Also, thirdly, NaNoWriMo. I've been doing NaNo since 2011--that was my first year. I've won every year, because I'm not going to fucking lose, why the fuck would I do that. I've had years that are better and years that are worse--highlight, I think, being last year's 100k in 12 days, with the first 50k being done in four fucking days, Jesus Christ Aurora . I've done 130k before. I've done 51k before. So, what am I doing this year? Hell if I know. It's only October 15th and I'm a fucking pantser. I have zero clue what I'm going to write about. I have a couple of ideas bouncing around in my head, and I figure, whichever

Welcome, and by welcome, I mean, fuck you. I no longer have any expectations for the weather. I've lived in North Dakota my entire life, for a whole goddam twenty-two years, and I no longer have any expectations for the weather. Two days ago it was nearly seventy goddam degrees out. Now we're in a winter storm warning. Listening to the guys on the radio talk, they're saying things like "and snow, and winds ranging from 20-40mph"--just say it's a fucking blizzard, man, we know.  I no longer have any expectations for the weather, but that doesn't mean I'm goddam happy about it. My car is fucking dying, I'm buying one off my brother, and while I'll be glad to have a car that can make it up hills at more than 10mph (seriously, the Boy is dying ), I'm trading a fucking SUV for a Grand Prix. My boy is a 1999 Ford Explorer, and one thing about him is that if he starts, before this whole new 'I hate hills' thing, if he started, he could

I love it. I've obviously only been playing for like, two weeks at this point, and the initial learning curve is like, going from zero to like, point seven five is even an amazing difference, but it is so cool to be able to do shit. What I've been doing mostly is this unholy mashup of power chords and bits and pieces of intros and riffs from various different songs all one after another, like, just unrecognizable as their original things, and it goes Sanitarium Money for Nothing Cult of Personality Master of Puppets I Love Rock n Roll Symphony of Destruction TNT Paranoid Even Flow Creeping Death. Just little bits and pieces; the only bit that has more than about three seconds worth is Sanitarium. I'm having a lot of fun. Since I got a cheap-o kind of guitar/amp situation, the amp is like, already dying so I did order a new practice amp (off of eBay, my love) so that should be fun. I'm actually pretty sure it's in my pile of boxes for my next eBay unboxing but as

Not my town, but other bits and pieces of NoDak got snow yesterday. I don't think it stuck. I don't know; there wasn't any in my neck of the woods. Neck of the giant flat wasteland. There aren't trees here. Right now it's thirty-four degrees out. Next Tuesday it's supposed to hit sixty-nine, which is what I am pretty much living for at this point. Sixty-nine and sunny . Maybe there'll be a little bit of hope left. And like, I know it's October and all, so it's not like I'm surprised. I'm just sad. I'm just starting to get that little feeling of hopelessness, you know? I half-expect to look outside and see a foot of snow on the ground. Even though my car doesn't stop starting until you get below-zero temps, I have expect the boy not to start every time I go out there. Note to self, I gotta find an extension cord for that bad boy so I can plug him in when it gets cold. Winter is coming. There is nothing we can do about it. We had

This morning, I was on Facebook. I was just scrolling, you know, looking at all the pictures of people I knew in college in engagement photos, 'I'm having a child' photos, things like that. Facebook memories popped up, and what Aurora of two years ago thought about October: Because man, I fucking love candy corn. Candy corn is one of my favorite kinds of candy. My number one is obviously Bottlecaps (even though the one place in town that fucking sold them hasn't restocked them and I am afraid that they no longer sell them, god damn it Dollar General ), but after that it's candy corn. Then probably those chalk-y Valentine's day sweethearts, and Mike'n'Ikes, and Hot Tamales, and cherry sours, and fucking GUSHERS-- But I love candy corn. I love candy corn with all my heart and soul, at least that that is not taken over by Bottlecaps. I remember when I was a freshman in college, my grandma gave me this fucking, like, seven pound bag of candy corn. It