Because If You Ever Actually Met Me … You’d Think I Was Awkward: I’m seriously socially awkward. Unless I know you, then I never shut up. I hate how cliché that sounds.
You know when you get an obsession for something and then that gets old so you get something else to obsess over but then you totally feel guilty about leaving the other thing so you keep that thing going but don’t really want to and I totally realize that this was the freaking longest run on sentence ever?
This story is my other thing.
Photography is my new thing. (EDIT 10/20/13: I took down the pictures because it was stupid of me to put them up in the first place.)
This Author’s Note is to answer any serious questions that bug you. I’m going to explain some small things that I think may annoy you.
Une Auréole: What’s up with the boxers? And why is Mrs. Jesperson so obsessed with them?
Answer: Dunno. It seemed like a funny past experience of mine and it just sort of evolved into the socks and then into the mom going rather insane. Mentioning the mom, she’s a control freak. If you haven’t already figured, she likes everything perfect and the way she thinks it should be. Personally, I was going to write her as some 16 year old trapped in a 40-some-odd year old’s body. Mrs. Jesperson didn’t turn out like I had originally envisioned. Instead she is rather frightening. I actually don’t like her and she’s difficult to write on.
Deux Cornes De Diable: Why is Mr. Jesperson not as involved?
Answer: Because I’m not into the whole fatherly figure. I actually made him into my version of the basic American Father. Watches sports, works, socially awkward, cooks on a grill. As a matter of fact, I based him off of my own dad. Sorry to those who expected something out of the guy, you’re going to be highly disappointed.
Trois Bougies: Will Devon play a bigger role than he already does?
Answer: Yes, he will.
Quatre Survivances: How long will it take for Draco and Violet to get together?
Answer: As long as it takes me to get annoyed and write a spontaneous chappie. It could be three chappies from now, it could be ten. You’ll just have to wait, I suppose. It won’t be a ridiculous amount such as twenty but it won’t be in the next chappie either. Well, I do have a little somethin’ somethin’ planned.
Cinq Personnes Graisses: Why are the numberings in different languages?
Answer: Because it makes me feel smart.
Six Boulimiques: Anything that is seriously bugging you or annoying the *bleep* out of you?
Answer: There really should be.
[One Halo, Two Devils, Three Candles, Four Survivals, Five Fat People, Six Bulimics][If Google Translate got anything wrong, please tell me!]
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