Dear Wal,
I've been absent from the great wild wilderness of the fantastic jungle of the internet for a while now haven't I? What can I say. Final exams. Things got insane, and here I am writing to you in the middle of the night and tomorrow I have to take my final Biology exam. I'm not worried about it. But my stomach is. Or it might be that hamburger I had for lunch today.
I had a complete emotional breakdown due to stress from my exams, and of course I did it in the middle of my horse lesson. I hadn't posted for what-a week-before that happened. That should've been a sign of impending doom. I like blogging. It's a strange new experience I have yet to fully embrace and understand. Anyway, it was bad. I spent three days with a blank mask for a face and a mind in tatters. It was worse than anything I have ever experienced in my entire life. It was like a nuclear explosion in the middle of a hurricane while a volcano is exploding during the first wave of zombies coming to eat my FACE; all inside my head.
Things were rough, and you know the only thing that made me laugh, really laugh, during those three days? Superham.
I started an outline for my fanfiction-yes, the legendary and illusive fanfiction-and was typing along when all of a sudden Superman morphed into Superham. I busted out laughing. Clark, as a ham, the images. Let's just say I had been watching a lot of Smallville. Smallville is very theraputic. Clark is such a conflicted idiot, it makes you realize that your problems are nothing compared to the problems of a superpowered-perfect, did I mention?-being from outer space. But he always comes through in the end, no matter how long and hard the journey. Plus, the plot is so simple and predictable that it's hard for a horrible conflicted mind like mine to twist it into something it isn't. Although, I have to say I never saw who the Red Queen really was coming. That has to be one of my favorite moments.
I haven't seen season ten yet. No spoilers. I know Lex comes back, and I can't wait. Lex is my favorite villain on Smallville, and really the only Superman villain I like in general. Although, he can be pretty lame. Him and his toupee (I spelled that tupea the first try).
You're probably wondering, what is this terrifying killer sink you speak of? Well, let me tell you. I clean cottages for our family business renting them, and so I went up to one of the houses to clean and started cleaning the kitchen. I got to the sink, and I was minding my own business rinsing soft scrub off it's newly cleaned stainless steel surface when I noticed the faucet was leaking. A gasket had broken around the bottom of the hand and water was running out of it like crazy. This was all well and good, so I thought "Don't panic. Let's see what it is." I turn off the sink, give the gasket a close inspection and then turn on the faucet with my face a few inches from the handle. Big mistake. I got squirted in the face with a stream of very cold water. I turned it off before it got everywhere-thank God for reflexes-and told Dad it was broken.
He had to go buy a part. I have to clean that house again on Friday. I'm scared.
Now for the revelation. Of all the things to come out of this huge emotional crisis of mine, I discovered something about Elliot. The mysterious Elliot who's Jason's nemesis, I mean. I don't know whether or not I've mentioned it before, I probably have but don't remember, but I've been trying to write him in his own story because he's so blasted amazing he deserves it. However, the thing that I discovered about Elliot completely smashes that idea. Yes, he's awesome, but he doesn't need his own story. He belongs opposite Jason. He belongs in a comic book. This makes me sad, because I wrote at least forty pages of story solely devoted to Elliot, but also makes me glad because I don't have to struggle with him anymore. (Did you see that? Sad-glad; I rhymed. Bet you didn't see it.) I don't have to try and force him into a story where he doesn't belong.
Granted, he can rock any story I put him. He could be my universal villain, reeking havoc through an entire universe of stories, but I know he deserves better than that. I don't want to turn him into a dead horse.
Of course, this means my fanfiction will go much smoother now. No danger of conflicts between his personal story and his story in the fanfiction (I HATE it when continuity doesn't agree) and the only place I can experience his awesome is in the fanfiction. Maybe this wonderful, ridiculous story I've been trying to write for a year and a half will actually get written. I have hope.
/endrant
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