LJ insecurity

Before I decide to friend someone, I usually look at their last twenty or thirty entries to see what sort of LJ they have as a test run.

I always wonder if people have looked at my LJ and not friended because that week's set of entries were particularly silly.

"valis2? Oh yeah, I know her, she babbles about jell-o molds. No way I want that level of absurdity on my flist."

Oh, wow.

I was googling "valis2" (idea gacked from violet_quill and came up with the usual suspects; videogame stuff, PKD stuff, Japanese videogame pages, and this one music group/album thing.

But there's something new.

An author site with "valis2" in the address. Apparently this is one of those sites that new authors try to put together to interest people in their work. Here is a page of her work. And a small sampling:

It was the fight of a rose against a hypodermic needle.
"Alison, put the syringe down, please."
The young woman stopped her right hand that held the hypodermic needle heading for her left forearm. The thing that made her look older. She was actually 26. Anybody would guess 10 years more.
"Alison, do you hear me?"
The young woman stared into space, like she saw something that reminded her of her forgotten thoughts.
"Alison, throw that terrible thing away, please."

Two worlds struggled, fighted for her favour. Her physical body pleaded for the drug, but her soul longed for the accepting love offered by Peter. How long had her heart been tortured by the lack of human feelings! She had felt like a soulless puppet. Suddenly she was able to feel not only a desire for giving love, but a chance to fill up her soul with a hope for getting missing love.

I know this will ruin all of the suspense for everyone, but the rose wins, people.

Who wouldn't want to hope for getting missing love?

Time for bed...

Though how will I be able to sleep?

Surgery is tomorrow morning. Wah. I was actually fine about it, no problems, no anxiety, until 4 am this morning. Then it sunk in. So now I'm just trying to stay on an even keel and keep focused on the end result.

I'm not panicking or going nuts. I'm just a little ooky about the before surgery stuff. I'm sure I'll be able to handle the after surgery stuff, as long as I don't feel nauseated.

Anyway, just found one of my earliest stories, which takes up three small notebooks. It is the fantasy story. It's the second giant story I wrote in high school. The first is hysterical and I should find it and post more excerpts, because it has floating cats in it (who could forget the floating cats (here and here)? heh...yes, they make a return appearance in this story) and an allegorical cat world. It was quite a fun trip at the time.

Thank goodness for the internet and for boxing things for eBay, or I would have just gone nutty tonight. Any distractions are welcome...I just have to get through tomorrow morning and I'll be home free.