There's a new livejournal beyblade rp community in town, and it's called beyblade_rp_now! This is my writing sample/application thing for Rei. I've never actually done an rp, so this should be interesting, yeah?
Right. So. The journal thing. I've always been a very thoughtful person (And when I say thoughtful, I don't mean in the I-open-car-doors-for-females way, although I do. I mean thoughtful as in there are nine billion things going on in my head simultaneously, and I've considered the possibility that I have ADD, but I found it unsettling and decided I don't, so there.), but lately it's just been getting out of hand. I mean, it's awesome that I can think about a lot of things at once. It makes multitasking easier, at least. But it's gotten really hard to focus, which is Very Bad News. I mean, focus is kind of a necessity for me, because
A) I'm blader, win or lose- but if you can't focus on a match, it's pretty much a given that you'll get your ass handed to you.
B) You can't really train if you can't focus. Even Tyson manages to forget about food (momentarily) when it's time to train.
C) I like to cook. Me plus a lack of focus plus cooking equals an extra extra extra crispy tragedy.
D) I'm sort of facing a certain situation with a certain someone which requires an ass ton of focus on my part lest I let slip up and do something that'll warrant immediate retreat to the deepest forests of Canada to hide my face in shame for the rest of my lonely life.
You see how focus is kind of an issue, here? I tried meditation, but wouldn't you know it, you need focus for that, too. I tried keeping an internal monologue. That worked out pretty well, actually, until I realized I'd end up like Tala if I kept that up. Accidentally repeating it out loud would also sort of screw up item D, too. So this is my last resort.
A journal.
Championships are coming up. Suffice it to say, I need this to work more than a junkie needs a fix. With any luck, that's where the similarity ends, because I really hope this new habit of mine doesn't send me into a downward spiral ending in death or rehab.
And hey, maybe it will. This whole passage has pretty much stayed on topic, right? I mean, I didn't go off into any tangents, like how rehab would really suck. I mean, think about it. In druggie rehab, you'd be surrounded by a bunch of people who are just about ready to snap because they want the same thing you want, but none of you can get it, because the rehab orderlies are making sure you don't. You'd think maybe all the druggies would band together and overthrow the orderlies in their Quest for a Fix, wouldn't you, and start a Druggie Revolution? I mean, common goal and all that.
Speaking of goals… I think I just took two steps back from mine.
Something tells me this whole journal deal is going to take a while to work, and while it's generally my policy to Ignore and Forget any and all voices that decide to visit my head, I think this one's on to something.