You mad bro?

I neglected to make a post last night! Have I been getting lazy or what? I was just tired. Anywho, I wrote a little bit of the story last night, and then some more today. I figure that since the first six chapters went by so fast I should really draw one out just to waste time, that and add more in the beginning. I have a few more wonderful ideas for the story, and am starting to improvise it a little more. I've stopped handwriting it because I got too ahead in the typed version.

I haven't made a sim in awhile, so I suppose I'll go and do that tomorrow.

My dad's home, and I get to listen to him yell. A lot. Mostly at Jenny. I just don't like yelling.

I suppose my dislike of yelling is sort of a downfall, since I'm in theater. I cry when I get yelled at, or when someone near me gets yelled at. It's really weird. I don't like yelling.

I was playing Minecraft last night, and I found this trench full of mining galore. It was pretty deep, and the bottom had lava. (This is on a very confusing map, mind you. The only reason I found the trench was because I couldn't find my house.) I placed a block of dirt down to jump on, and all of a sudden my dude jumps forward and falls down. Turns out Ryan had changed it to difficulty: hard so that something shoved me down there. I respawned, and now I still can't find my house, or the trench. I lost all of my mining stuff, my armor, everything, and I can't even find my house. Argh! I blame Ryan!

I actually logged onto Lineage 2 today. I wanted to go exping very badly, so I went out to Den of Evil to kill some orcs. Well, about 7 minutes into my grind, Ryan decides it's the perfect time to be on youtube. Thanks for the lag. I died. At least I don't lose anything but exp in L2. Tomorrow my clan is doing a party for Anthara's Lair. 1.2mill exp per kill, double exp weekend for the event, plus the exp bonuses from recommends and an extra hour of the bonus exp. That, and full vitality for at least four hours. I'm excited. I'm going to go from 81 to whatever tomorrow, and no one can stop me! I will play all day! I can't wait to get in vent and talk to them again. I missed my buddies so much. They're so misinformed though. Like half of them still thought me and my ex were still together.

Ryan tends to get his Runescape hacked once a week. Poor guy.

I want Skyrim so bad! I'm jealous of everyone who has it. And Ryan still has yet to get Skyward Sword. He just needs to get to Eau Claire to get his SS card. (cry, cry, no one will take him, and they're only open weekdays, and not on holidays. Makes it so great for students to deal with SS stuff. Idiots.)

I just had two slices of key lime pie. I loved every bit. Time for pumpkin.

It's just Runescape...

I can't wait for Comic Con!

I let a friend read the first part of the story today, and he said it was very good, and had no suggestions for me. This is good and bad. Good, because I now know that I'm a good writer. Bad, because I know I need to improve. Ryan started reading it too, but now I think I left it in the art room .... At least I have first hour in there.

I was looking at a bunch of pictures of myself earlier, and realized I could be a hand model. Of course, I realize this just now, after being told be 5 different people that I could be one. For example: (pay strict attention to my hands)

 Like, I don't even try. My hands just end up perfectly. Hand models make tons of money, too. They have husbands who follow them around all day doing stuff for them, cooking, and moving chairs, and opening doors and stuff. They're happy to do it, too. I feel like that would be way too little use with my hands. I enjoy that independence. But the money I could make... Mounds! Tons! Hot-tubs full! That doesn't sound too bad, does it?

Of course, I want my big break to be in film: acting. I can't stay on stage, forever, can I? No, of course not. Someday, and teachers heed my warning, my signature will be worth something. You could eBay those test papers.

No title story.

Stupid creepers

So I was playing Minecraft (the right way for once) the other day and I dug out a house into a hill. Totally normal. Then, it started storming. I hate thunderstorms. I'm really not sure why, but I do. I cry and cringe at every lightning flash and thunder boom, and it bugs me. The sad thing is, right before it started storming, Ryan left to go to the bathroom. I expected him to come back soon, so I just waited. No, it took him 15 minutes. I had to deal with that stupid storm by myself.
I suppose I have quite a few phobias. Optophobia (fear of needles), I'm afraid of fish, I'm hydrophobic, afraid of thunderstorms, the dark, sudden loud noises... I'm just messed up. How do I even survive?

Anyway, I failed to post last night because I came home and went to sleep, so I'm doing it now, during U.S.H. I was at a birthday party last night, and got home around nine. I was tired. I wasn't even going to try to fake a post.

I haven't written the story any yet, because I have a four-day weekend coming up, and I want to wait to get my assignment back for suggestions. I will do some over the weekend. I will say, however, that I have numerous ideas for it. Story changing ideas. I will also leak that, (just because I haven't written a passage like I said I would) Jakayla, from an earlier mini-story, instead of being a Poet, will be an Engineer. I'm still not sure how I'm fitting that in, but it sounds way cooler than poet. Yes, she is going to be based on Jakayla Richards, the sim. And yes, she is a lesbian with Amelia Simon. The Sims.

I'm really sick of one of the chicks in this class. She acts like she's in charge, constantly telling people to shut up, being obnoxious, and calling everyone "child." Seriously, be more mature. Stupid freshman.

Title story: Creepers are exploding mobs on Minecraft.

Ra- Ra- Rasputin!

I miss colorguard... I miss it so very much. I wish we had winterguard. We could perform at basketball games and stuff. It's the only sport I think I'll ever be involved in, or good at. And since I was the only junior this year, I'll be the only senior in it next year (or there might be some rookies), meaning I'll be captain. Maybe. Hopefully. I don't know, really, I tend to lose at everything anyway.

I just want to sing. I have said that at least every other post. But I do. Right now, I want to sing. That's not unusual for me.

I hope Mr. Flannel doesn't mind my 5,250 words on 13 pages for my short story. It's really good, though. And, unlike 90% of this town's population, I can actually spell and use grammar correctly. (Two points for Gryffindor!) ... Sorry, I just unleashed the nerd in me. Usually I hate things that stereotype witches and magic, but Harry Potter is okay.
Actually, if you would like to learn a bit more about Wicca/Paganism there is a weekly newsletter sent by email from Patti Wiggington on About.com... No, I am not trying to convert you. I am just tired of the ignorance of some people.
Disclaimer: I am not a Satanist. I do not believe in a Satan. Satan was made up by Christians because they started out as greedy sadist white men who wanted power. Yes, Satan is made in the image of my god, but they are two totally different deities. Just because my god looks like your evil thingie, doesn't mean they're the same. In fact, mine came first. Paganism came before Christianity. Yule came before Christmas. Samhain came before Halloween. Ostara came before Easter. So, just think about where Christianity really came from here. I'm not saying it's a bad religion, it was back then because of power-hungry idiots, but now-a-days it has some pretty good morals. It's just not the right path for me. The point is, I am not a Satanist. I don't sacrifice animals, or people, or blood, or anything else you might think I do. Oh, and the pentacle and pentagram are two totally different things:

^Pentacle. Wicca. 

^Pentagram. Satanism.

Difference? I think yes. I'm sorry about being so gosh-darn blunt about it, but damnit I'm tired of all the ignorance. The Wiccan religion is anything but evil. It focuses on only positive energy. So, if the right-side-up star represents positive, what does the upside-down one indicate? Uhhuhh.. Uhhuhh... 

Also; I picked this up from someone I met who is Satanist: Satanism is not the worship of Satan, but the worship of yourself, because there is a little evil in everyone. 

Doesn't sound like me, I like nice things. 

Hope is a Thing of Feathers actually has some Wiccan based themes in it, the elements, and pentacles, and a Goddess, but I also added a side of fantasy, too. No, I haven't written any of it today. I need to clear my mind right now. 

I am now off to force Ryan into Guild Wars, because he promised he'd play today. I even started playing Runescape with him. And I don't like Runescape. I hate that game. The graphics suck, and there is no party system or actual quest log. Argh! 

Title story: Rasputin was a Russian guy. I listened to that song today as I looked back at some of the fun times we had in color guard. We had a color guard sleepover, and played Just Dance for awhile. Rasputin was one of the songs. Ohh, how I miss color guard bonding time... 

He cannot afford my diamond sword!

So Friday (yesterday) I found out that I got the Fortune Teller part for madrigal. This made me a happy salamander. Ryan is the barbarian. See that coming? I think those are great parts for the both of us to be honest, though Ryan is more of a sweet heart than anything else. I am excited for madrigal! I am not excited for tear-down.

I finished up the last of chapter five and started chapter six, and have a good "ending" for my assignment. I do not have a passage to share in a post tonight because everything I have recently would give too much of it away. I am proud to say, however, that things are going smoothly. I have figured out a lot of the things that are going into the plot. Generally, I'm not a brainstormer, I write as I go, and go back to it later. In fact, brainstorming is wasted on me.

So, I'm pooped, good night.

P.S. I should probably say what the title means, huh? Just youtube "TobyGames Minecraft I can swing my sword" ... Best song ever. I love Toby.

"Isn't that hot?" "Extremely."

I almost totally forgot about doing a post til a few minutes ago. I've just been so tired, and was laying in bed, and all of a sudden *poof*! "OMG! I didn't do my blog post!"
Anyway. Today I typed up some more of my story. It now has almost 5,000 words and is on 12 or 13 pages? I figure I could save some trees and just send them to the teacher through email instead of printing them. I wrote the last of chapter five today, and parts of chapter six. I am only turning in chapters one through five as the assignment, and I figure it works because it has that to-be-continued type of ending. Most of it I may be finished editing, and it has turned out to be great. I am very proud of my story. NOTE: I will post a sneak peek of a passage again tomorrow, since I haven't done one in awhile.

Ryan has been promising that we'd play Guild Wars "all day tomorrow" every day this week. Well, guess what? It's Friday, and we still haven't played. He told me we will all day tomorrow. We better.

Title story: These are some mildly humorous lines from Stargate: SG1. It's a show. Yeah, I'm a nerd. Anyway, you'd get it if you watched. Colonel O'Neill asks Teal'c if the coffee he's drinking (from the pot) is hot. Teal'c says "Extremely" and continues to drink. Teal'c is an alien. I love this show.

Now Ryan is snoring, and I'm going to have a hell of a time waking him up so that I can have my spot back so I can sleep. As if I could. I took a nap earlier, and even though I'm tired I just can't sleep. One of those nights.
I wish he'd wake up, though. I need to use his laptop to finish typing the rest of chapter five so that I can save/edit/send/etc... I asked him if I could too, he didn't really give me a straight answer.

My caffeine addiction is killing me. I just want a soda. Now. Pepsi, Coke, Mr. Pibb, Dr. Pepper, anything.

I have decided I will play L2 again, but I'll only log on when Allan needs to use my characters. He asked for them but I refused, because even though I don't want to play anymore, those characters are my babies! I think I said that in an earlier post. Oops. Just goes to show I'm tired.

Look at those muscles!      ^ This is Carter                          This is Teal'c^

I was looking for a picture of the coffee scene, but all I found were pictures of Daniel drinking coffee, a couple of him laying half naked in bed (not saying his not totally uber sexy or anything, but definitely not what I was looking for), and some wallpapers. So I chose this one, because Carter is gorgeous and Teal'c has super amazing muscles. (I know I'm weird.)

I have this plan to make all of the doorways in my dream house look like the stargate.

Wouldn't that be neat? With the little chevrons lighting up? And maybe blue curtains falling from them? I would love that in my house. 

"Kind of a ring thing, comes with a dialer, you hit the symbols, it spins around and lights come on, it kind of flushes sideways..." -Jack O'Neill

I was going to share another picture, a painting that I would want in my living room, but it won't load. Some other time maybe. 

I want grapefruit

Phew! For a while there I thought I wasn't going to be able to post! My mom, who is technologically impaired, tried to set up the fax machine and add a landline today. Well, it cut off the internet. So I haven't had the net until about half an hour ago. I didn't think I was going to get it back until tomorrow! I'm so happy that I have it back! 

So, I just posted my most recent Sims: Dillan and Jacob Hail. They're adorable. I have recently noticed my thing for covering issues we have in America, and yes, I'm very opinionated. I'm very blunt. I guess that's what I get for being an honest person, too. 

I have also noticed my thing for writing about life and death. A lot. I suppose that's because of how many tragic death stories I've encountered in my life, including losing Marshall, and a more recent death of a classmate. Which reminds me, BRF, I see no change in attitude. Sometimes I just want to scream at people that they are the type of people who cause suicides. I don't. Today in creative writing some idiot preps around me were giggling about another student, making fun and whatnot. I wanted to ... to throw shoes at them! (rawr!) We all say we need to change, but do we? No. We, as a student body, make nonexistent efforts to help others. If ever there was a time to use the word hate, let it be now. I hate the way America treats the minority, and hides in their little cubby-hole they call a church as an excuse. 

ANYWAYS! I typed up a lot of my story today, and edited a lot too. (This is also what I'm turning in for my short story on Monday. No, no one but Flannel-duder can read it). In the word document, it has about 11 pages. It will have more, of course. It only has such a small amount because those are some ridiculously large pages. I'm hoping I can steal Ryan's laptop again tonight and finish up typing what I wrote down today. Yes, I wrote today. I'm getting so much random inspiration. Sometimes, I just have to let the pen write it for me. Oh, I found my pen. It was hiding in the black hole in my bag. 

I love fruit. Lots of fruit. I couldn't live without fruit. Or vegetables, for that matter. I love them. I could live without meat, though. Sometimes, it's just tasteless. 

The other day Mr. Flannel brought out this sheet where we were supposed to describe what it would be like to jump into a murky, stained river, and into a clear lake. I didn't do it, I figured I'd save the teacher some hyperventilation.  Hydrophobes: gotta love'm. Then yesterday we talked about fish. I hate fish. The biology teacher last year brought out the fish for dissection and I cried. I can't stand water or fish. Yup, definitely a cat. Meow! 

That's what's up. Oh, should I share some Photoshop with you? 

This one is just pretty.

This is for my dog. Yeah, I did one for my dog.

Glowy! That was my favorite thing to do when I had PS 

This one was for my ex. I guess he didn't appreciate it.

Just a curtain texture.

One of my IMVU avis.

I made this sig for my ex

I made this sig for Ryan

This is my ex. I did the border, the eyes, scratched away some acne, gave myself some lashes... and some neon lettering.

I just edited a really old pic for this one. I would look terrible with purple hair.