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They probably like it.....

The birds were tucked away in the trees and bushes.
It is pretty cold out there when the wind blows the snow.
I suspect they are warming up their tiny little tushes.
Waiting for spring when everything seems to grow.

Hello, everyone.

It's autism counselor day, and I get to go to the video game store afterward.

Boo's been going moon-crazy this morning. She woke me up at 6:00.

Last night I dreamed that I was at a place that was like a hotel lobby, with darkened colours [sort of burgundy]. I was approached by a short haired, dark-haired boy who hugged me from behind and kissed the top of my head. I didn't flinch or pull away, so I must have known him. I felt...well, safe. He even gave me his name. Then suddenly I was in this white-walled house in which every available space was taken up by built-in bookshelves and scads of books. The upper parts of the house were warm and sunny and had lots of windows, and various eccentric people seemed to be living in the nooks and crannies. There were various objects amongst or on the shelves as well, including a lamp with a sculpted unicorn for a base and a circular orange sphere like the seed of a Chinese lantern. I seemed to be looking for the boy, and more than once had to hide in the lower, darkened parts of the house to apparently avoid unwanted attention. It was almost like the traditional fairy tale hero quest, only gender-inverted. I eventually found him, along with a rich, aristocratic lady who seemed to be his mother. She may have challenged me to read every book in the house before she would consider marriage proposals, but that last bit might have been my imagination after I woke up.

I envy those who can remember their dreams in such detail....

Hello everybody!
I made my first wallpaper today using Paint 3D instead of Photoshop Elements, it didn't come out quite the way I wanted, but oh well

Well, today was an utter fiasco.

^ why, what happened?

Okay...

It was my autism counselor day, so my step father drove me to Barrie. We were a bit early, so we stopped for a bit at the waterfront [which is still covered in ice]. We then went to the counselor's building, but she wasn't there. We called mum and explained the situation. We went to the heath food store [I got ramen and cinnamon flavoured cookies]. We went back, and she still wasn't there, so we called mum again, explained things, and went to go to the game store. We were nearly there when the cellphone rang--it was the counselor, explaining that she had got the dates mixed up and asked us to come back. The cellphone rings again in the middle of turning off the highway, so I answered it. It was mum, making sure we got the message. We arrived, and I had my 1-hour session. I showed her the paintings I did for the short story that I had sent her. I mentioned how moon-crazy Boo was acting, I said that I was working on my sixth book, and explained what peanut cheese bars are. She rounded all of this off with talking about the 'Transition To Life' programme that I unwillingly and reluctantly agreed to be enrolled in, and then offered some volunteer options at various cat adoption centres. I realized that the programme would likely conflict with my schedule for National Novel Writing Month in April [in which I am planning to write Book VII], and was not happy about that [but, me being me, I didn't mention that at all]. She then mentioned the older girl whom I had met two weeks ago at her place, and I ended up agreeing to seeing her bi-weekly even though I am completely sure that she [the older girl] is just not the kind of person I would like to hand out with.
Then we went home, and never got to the game store.
I'm just very overwhelmed by everything. Right now, writing Book VI in March and Book VII in April is the most important thing for me. Juggling everything is going to be...*sigh*

I can almost hear the robot voice...

Must...assimilate...

She's a good person, the counselor, I mean. She's a bit like my step-father's sister--making up plans and expecting everyone else to follow them. She keeps talking about 'getting me out in the community'. I keep wanting to ask, 'what community?' I live in the middle of nowhere except in town.

I shouldn't be so mean. >.<

Edit: That name, 'transition to life' makes no sense to me. It makes it sound like I'm not already living, and that getting a job and 'integrating into society' are all there is about life.

They always want to get you out in the community because they believe that's the best thing for everyone.

Well, you may really enjoy it and meet lots of new friends.

I might be a bit jaded, because all of the other attempts in my life to meet new friends resulted in nothing.