My account was recently deleted off special.fish (probably cause im not over 18 sighh) so youknow i thought it was a good idea to post the archive of my posts here,, it only goes up to late janurary since it would be entries i had to move when i reached the log limit so that kinda sucks
Oldest on the bottom
“‘I wonder if I’ve heard that song.’”
“‘Do you listen to the radio much?’”
“I shake my head. I hardly listen to the radio.”
“‘You probably haven’t heard it, then. Unless it’s on some oldies station, chances are you haven’t. But it’s a wonderful song. I hate it on a CD and listen to it every once in a while. When Miss Saeki’s not around, of course.’”
“‘What’s the name of the song?’”
“‘Kafka on the Shore,’ Oshima says.”
-A snippet of conversation between Oshima and Kafka Tamura, ‘Kafka on the Shore’ (Haruki Murakami)
YOU’RE SO FUCKING FUNNY, NO REALLY IM SERIOUS. THIS WAS SUCH A JOY TO READ. I grinned actually, shook my head, and laughed. So you’re telling me. You’re telling me… that not only is the book probably named after the old photo of Kafka and his sister on the ocean shore… but a song? A song Miss Saeki wrote no less. Dude that’s… okay, I thought he was kinda slick there. GOD.
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[part redacted since i dont feel comfortable adding it here]
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Mmp. It’s been a few days since I ordered my custom keychains. 100mm, a pair of keychains with golden star hooks. My sister had the idea for that type. They resembled Starr Drops. The keychains are um… I drew em? They’re Buster and Fang. Hey, wait, that’s funny. Is his name Buster, as in… BlockBUSTER? I’m going insane. Wait, “log might be too long?” I’ll put old ones into a link later, but I saved the oldest one somewhere else. Aaaah… nooooo…
Can’t you believe I wrote enough to hit the character limit? I started on about November, and even if I was really, really, inconsistent… I hit that limit today. That… it does make me feel a little vacant because well- it confirmed I won’t be able to have a BIIIIIIG scroller of a page, but that’s okay.
I’m thinking of redoing my whole blog page on my site, and adding this page as an embed on there. That’d be cool, huh! I want to use the classic, non-iframe version of a blog page, just because I think it’s easier. But then again, no more Lightnet, huh. I’ll incorporate it easy, I think. Just watch me!
I HIT THE LIMIT AGAIN. SHOOT.
You sure have a lot to write about, huh Angela? Shoot, yeah, sorry Axel. I think I just have a ton on my mind, or maybe it’s just my mind wandering? I just got a bunch of free time. We should work on blueprints for the site, right? I mean the index’s getting boring. I can’t believe it though! We were so proud of it, right Tel? Yeah, we really were, but it doesn’t fit standard anymore… gah.
Nee, there’s a LIST LIMIT TOO?!
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Kehe. Got my right AirPod on in history. I don’t know if he can see it. I hope he doesn’t. Music’s cool.
I AM A FISH AND THE WORLD IS MY AQUARIUM. WAAAAH.
lol sounds like my version of that one image mine went like “BORN TO DIE☆RASPBERRY IS A HEAVEN☆Strike Em All 2014☆I am the Messiah☆410,757,864,530 DEAD COPS”
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HOLIX_OntheRocks would’ve been my Brawl Stars username if it fit the S AT THE END WHAT THE HECK MAN
(12am)
sometimes i think about how life was like in the last year of grade school. and, i know its stupid to waste my time wishing, but why cant things be the way they used to?
now i want to cry. i kind of do that a lot...
i just, i just want my more carefree demeanor back. my friends back. there's a lot, i want back from three years ago. but i cant get it back, its like a time capsule i lost so i try to replace it with these emulations but- its like playing a game on an emulator too, its not the same is it?
my throat hurts. please dont cry axel.
[youtube links to songs that make me cry but that was embarrassing so im leaving them out]
for now on, i think i'll timestamp my entries if i start writing from 11pm to 2am
I suddenly had some kind of idea. Recalling yesterday’s entry, I said something about making the story idea “worse” (more insane) by turning it into an isekai, basically. And like, you know… I had Reverie Bodega already, and that was never fully realized… so why don’t I combine the two ideas into one story?
You know how cool that would be?
I mean, kid eats dirt and gets knocked out from falling off their bike without a helmet, suddenly wakes up in some kind of futuristic world, and um… these two robots take them into the bodega and try to patch them up. BOOM. Easy day, kinda. And even if it’s not the more realistic approach I wanted, it seems… fun? And to set up a sequel I could have it where the character wakes up from this weird-ass coma and it turns out they’re years into the future. Because they were gone that long LOL
Writing this during science so I’ll just go now but if I add more, remove this message okay axel
Kafka on the Shore? Yeah that’s my new book obsession. I used to be AAAAALLL OVER AOAS but NO. Now I’m about Kafka on the Shore and it’s ALL my older sister’s fault. Not that it’s a bad thing of course.
Okay anyways I’m 10 chapters in and I kinda wanna write something like that. But for now I’ll only have a concept because I’m still busy writing a “super secret” Gunvolt fic. Hint: it’s a sequel piece. But anyways, I have… a STORY IDEA and again it’s all THIS BOOK’S FAULT. Not a bad thing again LOL. But— okay— the idea is that there’s this teenager or… pre-teen, I’m not sure what you’d call a 13-year-old, but they’re… bored of their repetitive life, of waking up, going to school, going back, and then sleeping. School is boring, and it’s not like home life is any better— it’s still all just mundane. And then one day, because this kid doesn’t use a helmet on the way home, when they fall off their bike— not only do they get a nasty set of scrapes and bruises, but they’re knocked out on the dirt path when their head hits the ground.
From there they wake up as if nothing really happened, still laying under their bike on that same dirt road. And even if it looks like a hot mess, they don’t feel much pain at all or see any injuries on their skin. So they just shrug it off and carry on biking home… but that’s where the weird stuff kicks in obviously.
So then while they’re walking home as they do sometimes, they notice things are a little off. For one it’s quiet, and it’s warm… no cars are driving by and it’s… almost like it was summer. When they get home, there’s no one in the house to open the garage door. So they have to open the front door to get in, but no alarm goes off either.
—the idea is that they’re in this weird world where everything seems right, yet nothing at all is correct either. It’s like, that one volume of Dork Diaries LOL. I TOOK INSPIRATION FROM THAT TOO I THOUGHT IT WAS KINDA STUPID IN THE SILLY WAY. It’s not a GOOD IDEA but it’s an IDEA. I’ll probably make it WORSE by saying the concussion they got sent them into a different world. FUCKED UP EVIL ISEKAI
Did you know this story took inspiration from MY LIFE too? Yeah I bet you didn’t. Look Fandom Disease is a fatal disease and it makes me want to make self-inserts for everything I’m interested in. This is my way of stopping myself from making a Kafka on the Shore OC. I think. Praying this metaphorical talisman is enough to hold it back
Turns out, the cold is sleepiness’s best repellant.
With me being me, I slept at 1:30AM and managed to net a good four hours of sleep. That meant that of course I’d be sleepy during my 2nd period, since that’s how it always is after nutrition break for whatever reason. I fell asleep during the note taking, but not when we were watching that Bill Nye video. Why? Because I took off my jacket.
Inside the fabric of my black jacket, it’s warm. Like a mother’s embrace to a crying child at her bedroom door, sobbing about a nightmare as they cry into her chest. But leaving that comfort, leaving the safety of warmth the jacket provides, exposes you to the biting, unforgiving cold of the cooled classroom.
It wakes you up! The cold, the discomfort, it snaps you into focus for a while. Because it’s uncomfortable, not suitable for a quick snooze. It makes sense. I stayed awake the rest of the class after taking my jacket off.
I originally wanted this to be a log of how Reverie Bodega was going along. But since I can’t finish stories often, what’s the harm in turning this into a blog until I get to making my actual blog, on my site? Not a bad idea, right?
I’m tired, for one. Yeah, nothing interesting going on today. I need to work on my site. I’ve got the urge to edit my index again. I notice that… I do this practically every week. Yikes.
I remember a friend or mutual of mine saying something about constantly revising their site layout. They called it Chronic Layout Disease. They said it sucked.
I told them, it wasn’t a disease to be feared, but a blessing to be celebrated. They told me, it’s bad because it tells them they can’t make anything good.
I don’t see it so negatively, surprisingly enough. Sure it’s a burden but it’s also a blessing. It means you’re improving yourself. You’re growing, and finding ways to improve upon something already good. Mastery, right? We’re always growing and changing, I suppose the constant revision of an index reflects how we do.
I thought of some things for reverie bodega but I don’t have so much. Like three characters and the basic summary. I need to think of better character stereotypes/molds that aren’t basically “new guy, cool guy, cold-ass fucker” cause that’s almost like OK KO and the idea is already too similar.
What if it was a buncha silly trouble makers? Possibly. I’m already like that, and so are my friends.
But my main friends are already drifting apart from me again. So it won’t be a kinda story with characters based on my IRLs??? That’s A-OK. Then I’ll just take inspiration from my favorite characters!!
For the rival thing I considered basing him off my ex. But that’s stupid. So maybe their relationship— the one between the rival and the main characters, would be something like Bass and MegaMan? MegaMan and Bass… the game was cool I think (never played it cause all mega man games are really hard for me.. I’m more of a Gunvolt guy you know)
Aaaah..
So, I MIGHT be onto something. Reverie Bodega, your one-stop shop for everything… everything! The extreme convenience store for anyone and everyone’s needs!
And it’s akin to what you think of when you think of OK KO Let’s Be Heroes (rest that show’s poor soul smh). Like a buncha teens manning a convenience store but instead if it being a bunch of fighters who shop there, right? It’s like a… convenience store for robots… or something.
I was thinking more of like “convenience store but make it weapons and cool doodads and gadgetsTHE MICRO CENTER? I LOVE THEMICRO CENTER)” but robots works too. Either or, or maybe both.
ANYWAYS yes no matter what, the ones working there will be teenagers. Because I am a teenager. And I will be in this thing, since Reverie Bodega is a kind of piece I think… should be a fun little thing I can write scenarios with, with me in them! It’s like the entirety of Axel Catalog but me-centric.
I might be grilling. Truuuuuust me.