Aurora Dimitre's Books and Rambling

This is definitely premature, I can almost guarantee that by mid-February we're going to be back in the negatives, but welcome, we're coming back to 'it's winter, so the only thing Aurora talks about is the weather.' It's been warm. If you're not from the Midwest area, you might see my 'it's twenty-three degrees at seven in the morning' and be like "Excuse me," but it's the end of January and it's twenty-three degrees at seven in the morning. We're supposed to hit like, thirty-nine this weekend. The roads are slushy and the Interstate keeps getting icy because it rains and then it gets cold at night (which is awful, I need to go to Fargo today to catch the Jay & Silent Bob Reboot Roadshow), and you look outside and it's like, it looks like March out there. Don't get me wrong. There's still a ton of snow everywhere, and we've got lows coming up in the negatives in the next couple weeks. But the highs

NOTES: Welcome to, hey, here's a short story I wrote a while ago, am no longer submitting to lit mags, and would just like to share. Possibly there will be more of these in the future, I have a lot of them and I only keep them on submission for a year because to tell you the truth, I am BAD AT SHORT STORIES. But enjoy.

I'm not talking about Homestuck fanfiction, done that, we're not doing that anymore, I promise . I'm talking, I'm re-reading Homestuck currently (as I've been saying for a while, so you might be thinking 'still?', and if you are thinking 'still?' you are clearly not familiar with the sheer fucking length  of the thing), and dear God is it just fucking awesome. What really makes me want to create from Homestuck is the plot. I mean, I love the characters, and Homestuck worldbuilding is maybe the only worldbuilding I really give a shit about out of pretty much anything, but how just... convoluted the plot is makes me really happy. The time travel bullshit and the alternate universe bullshit and why-is-Gamzee-here??? bullshit: all of that bullshit makes me happy. I don't know how much of this was planned out. You know that the first couple of acts are sheer by-the-seat-of-his-pants kind of shit, and also by-the-fan-polls-that-used-to-be-a-thing kin

I have been reading my current book for like, eleven days. It is a pretty big book, so it's not like that's entirely awful and worrying, because it is a near-700 page book, I work, I have a boyfriend, I do things other than read. I'm also like, fourteen books behind on my Goodreads reading challenge. This year, instead of looking at how many books I read last year and using that to gauge how many books I could theoretically read this year, I just put the number of books in the book wall (at the beginning of the year, 919) into a random number generator and ended up with 340. Never mind the fact that I've never read that many books in a year in my fucking life . Three books away I have War & Peace and dear fucking lord I'm reading like twenty books this year, aren't I.  Okay, okay. I've already read four books this year. It's not like this book that I'm reading right now ( An Instance of the Fingerpost , Iain Pears) is the first book I've

I've kept a consistent journal for like, nine years at this point. With breaks in the summer, to start with, at least--when I was in early middle and high school I guess I never thought anything in the summer happened, so I never wrote anything down. I saved my notebooks for the school year, I guess. I don't know exactly how many I've gone through, but I do still have them all, which might be a little creepy, but like, now if I want to see just how fucking weird I was in 2011, I can. Mostly I was concerned with the anime I was watching and the books I was reading and the one guy I had a major crush on for pretty much the entirety of high school (I'm pretty sure it's his birthday today, so, happy birthday, dude). When I got older the journals got a little less... majorly concerned with the fictional shit I was consuming, and at this point I only mention it if it's like, really really good. They do still tend to be one-track minded. A lot of the time they have

A solid, I'm gonna say, seventy-five percent of my clothes come from the thrift store. What doesn't come from the thrift store comes from Wal-Mart, or Hot Topic, or... maybe eBay, if I find a cool band t-shirt on eBay, I might buy it. But most of my clothes come from the thrift store. This isn't entirely a financial thing. I mean, it kind of is at this point. I have a really hard time spending more than twenty dollars on a single item of clothing at this point, unless we're talking boots, I'm pretty sure the seventy bucks I spent on my new Docs is the most money I've ever paid for a single item of clothing, ever, in my entire life. And I guess it's a financial thing in the sense of, I can go and get an armful of new clothes and I only spent twenty dollars and also I got like six books and a couple of VHS tapes--that's kind of nice. I got in the habit in college of going and buying up the weirdest shit from thrift stores. Sophomore and junior year of

January is Customer Appreciation Month for the pizza place I work at. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, 4-8 PM: buy one get one free. The month's just started so it's not too bad yet, though my boyfriend doesn't say the words 'customer appreciation month' without shuddering and one of the other drivers-who-works-counter-sometimes has told me horror stories. I am one of two people who are working every single day of Customer Appreciation Month, at least this first week, and I'm pretty sure I made a suicide pact with the other one last night. Last night wouldn't have been so bad. Started out kind of slow, actually: nothing really happened until about five-forty-five or six. We got a little rush, but, you know: supper rush is gonna happen. Not too bad. Wouldn't have been too bad. There's one kid who works there that is universally hated. He's got the unfortunate combination of being utterly lazy and not doing anything mixed with an awful personality

reading; Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero. Otherwise known as the book with pretty much the best cover of all time , but the book itself is pretty good as well. I am really digging it, can't wait to see where it ends up going because it is pretty wild. Definitely super weird, definitely super interesting. watching; My mom recently gave me access to their Amazon Prime Video, and so that means Aurora has access to The Marvelous Miss Maisel again, so that means Aurora gets to rewatch the first two seasons and then watch season three, so that's nice. listening; Currently, at this very moment? Pierce the Veil . The emo phase might be gone, PTV remains.

There is absolutely no way I'm hitting my goodreads reading goal this year. Last year I went for fifty, because I didn't hit it the year before and was like, well, let's do something you know you'll hit, and I ended up reading almost 140 books, so like, there you go. So this year I decided--what the hell, and put 919 into a random number generator because that is the current state of the Book Wall (I don't want to talk about it), and ended up with 340. I have never read 340 books in a year. Never. Not once. My high is somewhere around 230. And, granted, I'm not in college anymore. That should, theoretically, help, except it doesn't seem to be, because the second half of the year I haven't really been reading all that much--these past few months I've averaged about six or seven books a month, when I'm usually somewhere around at least ten. Normally closer to fifteen. I'm not like, upset about it. I know at least one reason why, and that