So - I read this book called Life As We Knew it, and now I'm totally paranoid, in case you couldn't tell. In the book, the moon gets knocked closer and all islands and coastal parts are swallowed by water. I was in the car with my friend, and I was reading, and suddenly I just had to see if the moon was still there. Call me crazy (I had a fever! Still do!), but I was looking all around for it.
"Amme, what in God's name are you doing?"
"Ok... this is going to sound insane... but I'm looking for the moon..."
I haven't been allowed to forget that yet.
I don't know if this happens to normal people too (ha ha- I just made myself sound like an alien...), but I'm guessing not. When I have a fever, my colors become really, really intense. I don't know how that would work for you people... maybe blurred vision or something? I don't notice it at first, kind of like when you're falling asleep and you suddenly realize you aren't conscious anymore. But then it becomes so phsycadelic I can't see straight, curved or crooked, and I walk around running into walls the whole time unless I get some Advil. It's really, really trippy, and sometimes scary. I've never been high, but I assume that's what it feels like. o_O
Another thing - I am writing a short novel for an Independent Project, and I'd really like to post it up here, one chapter a week. I'll start now with the prolouge and first chapter. I'd love feedback, or anything. Thanks!
"Amme, what in God's name are you doing?"
"Ok... this is going to sound insane... but I'm looking for the moon..."
I haven't been allowed to forget that yet.
I don't know if this happens to normal people too (ha ha- I just made myself sound like an alien...), but I'm guessing not. When I have a fever, my colors become really, really intense. I don't know how that would work for you people... maybe blurred vision or something? I don't notice it at first, kind of like when you're falling asleep and you suddenly realize you aren't conscious anymore. But then it becomes so phsycadelic I can't see straight, curved or crooked, and I walk around running into walls the whole time unless I get some Advil. It's really, really trippy, and sometimes scary. I've never been high, but I assume that's what it feels like. o_O
Another thing - I am writing a short novel for an Independent Project, and I'd really like to post it up here, one chapter a week. I'll start now with the prolouge and first chapter. I'd love feedback, or anything. Thanks!
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