I enjoy tacos

So my creative writing class has this thing called "open-mic-friday" and it sounds pretty cool. The thing is, whenever I think of open-mic I think about music. Considering my need to sing ALL day it doesn't help. But this does give me the opportunity to share some favorites from Poe and Dickinson, along with stuff I come up with. (my stuff has, indeed, gotten darker lately)
I would sing all day if I could. All day. The only thing getting in my way are classes. I get to sing all day tomorrow, though. I'm going to Singing in Wisconsin. Very excited, except I've been feeling really sick lately. The only downfall there is that it's all Christian music. I have nothing against Christian music, except every single piece we've done this year is about the Christian god. Again, I have nothing against Christians, I'm just tired of praising someone else's god. I don't enjoy it.

One thing that I was talking with a buddy about earlier is the death sentence. We were talking about the Rosenbergs' trial (that's a German last name, I think. Rosen = rose) and how they were electrocuted for treason/blahblah and I got to thinking: what in hell gives us the right to take someone's life? Even if they took one? Doesn't that make us hypocrites?
I believe it does. "Why do we kill people to show people that killing people is wrong?" I've seen this saying a few times on the netterwebs. I think it makes sense. I'm sorry if you're in favor of the death sentence, but even if some criminal takes someone else's life, how is it fair that the government is allowed to take that person's life? Even with economic issues (actually, it costs more to electrocute someone than to keep them in prison). My biggest issue (if I were in the chair) would be that they would be shaving my head. I will die with all of my hair, thanks. I sometimes think that people in favor of the death sentence might be trigger-happy themselves. I know it isn't fair to stereotype them that way.

So everyone is so excited for Skyrim. Well, guess what, I am too and I actually know what Morrowind is. I would have Skyrim right now, but I have no money. I'm broke. Ryan said he'd get the computer version for me, though. That makes me a happy salamander.

I have pretty much given up on the sims. I was going to have this post on my other blog (Kattster's Dolls) with a black sim named Jakayla and a white sim named Amelia and they'd be a couple. Unfortunately, whenever I enter CAS and add a new sim or select a preset my game crashes. I don't think it has anything to do with CC, because I used to have a whole ton of CC, and now all I have is just what I need. Unless it has to do with the newest patch, in which case I have to restart my CC collection and update everything. (Being a CC junkie can be a hassle!) ... I might try that soon, though. I'm already going through withdrawals. Actually, I think the headaches are from lack of soda.

Ryan still hasn't read what I have typed up for Hope is a Thing of Feathers. I keep asking him to, so he can help me. I know it isn't that great yet, and I need suggestions from a fellow writer, but he's too lazy to read it! This makes me a frustrated salamander.

Okay, stop wondering why I keep saying salamander. It's just a thing.

Where were you last night? 

Short story

Where were you last night? Jenna thought to the air. She lay in bed in tears, throat soar from crying. Why couldn't you be here? Krad missed their date the night before, and was still nowhere to be found. Jenna cuddled her teddy bear closer. The one he gave her. She choked again. Last night had only consisted of her asking herself "Why?" over and over again amongst sobs, out of shock. She had come back to earth the next morning.

A call from Krad's mom just an hour before had set Jenna's worry even further. He was missing. Maybe kidnapped, or attacked. Most likely the latter, for his car was nowhere to be found. Jenna's phone rang again. Restricted number.

"Hello?" she said weakly.

"I called to say goodbye. I love you, Jenna," came Krad's voice. His line clicked off.

Jenna frantically called 911. What is going on? she thought.

I wrote that in class with a story prompt. *hopes Sir Flannel doesn't mind*

I will try to be putting at least one of these cute stories a week. See what I mean by my writing getting darker? That's what's up.

Tacos? Yes, tacos for dinner. On that note, I have to go and grate cheese. I can't do anything else, 'cause the tomatoes always smush when I dice them and the onions burn my eyes (you know how people say they make you cry? They burn.... I end up in the shower plowing out my eyes with cold water. Yeah.)

Stats up.

You all have surprised me. Honestly, I expected to get more shit for that last post of mine. 

I want to say something on behalf of Ryan. I know he's angry right now, but he has the right to be. We all do. He is angry that people who have for so long picked on this girl are finally looking at themselves. He says they are being "para-sympathetic". He says they are being ignorant to what they've done. I told him no, they are looking back and being regretful. I do agree, BRF, things need to change. Starting yesterday. 

My stats on this blog went up today. I want to thank you all for understanding instead of being angry. I know we all have our own coping mechanisms. I also want to ask everyone, no matter what religion you are in, to pray for this girl, to pray for her mom, to pray for Ryan, for anyone and everyone who has been hurt. For anyone who you have caused pain to. For everyone you have stood by and watched be hurt. If you are Christian, Pagan, Jewish, Buddhist, even Atheist, send out positive energy for these people. I will be doing the same.

Keep this memory as a reminder. I wonder, how many deaths does it take? Across the U.S. there are similar stories of boys and girls. We may not know exactly why she did this, but there can be regret in what we have done. I will not lie, I am among those who have regretted. 

Thank you everyone,

Blessed be.

That makes two.

Someone in my school, who I wasn't really friends with (but was at one point), died last night. I was told this in Guidance today, and then they brought my boyfriend in to tell him too. I suppose they thought this might be okay because I could talk to him. He is much more hurt over this than I am. He's reacting in the same way I reacted to Marshall's death 3-ish years ago. Crying, then calm, then more crying. Well, not really crying. I hadn't even gone to Guidance because of that, I had gone to get a class changed. So they decided to tell me, then him. So we went home.
There are some minor differences in the way he is acting about it: anger, forgetfulness, and I feel so horrible. I am just as guilty as the rest. I stood by and let all of these people hurt her, when I knew it was wrong. I'm sorry English 11 teacher, (Mr.W), I ignored my little voice. And Ryan feels as if it's his fault. I'm not going to lie, but when he told me he loved her (not in the way he loves me, though) today, I got scared. I don't know why.
There was a time when I thought no one else was supposed to miss Marshall as much as me. No one even knew I existed. I got no hugs at his funeral. They all went to Tiffany. Sometimes, life sucks. I suppose that's how Ryan feels right now. I'm just so sorry.
I suppose a coping mechanism of his is trying to forget for a time so he won't break down. He's ignoring it. I feel bad, because I know deep down he wants to cry. He's taking it out on a lot of people. I've been through this before. I'm the calm one, keeping him, and others, together. I'm so sick of having death in my life.


On a lighter note, I feel like working on my story, and I haven't today. I've been napping. But I will, hopefully. Also, I switched my Computer Apps class to 3-D design. Honestly, I'm horrible at 3-D arts (sculptures) but at least it is challenging. Computer Apps was like nails on a chalkboard to me. It is about 100% below my skills. And come on, people should know when to use has and have, and is and are. I learned how to type in 5th grade. Was there nothing else guidance could put on my schedule?

I'm going to Comic-Con in July! I can't wait. Not only because I loved being in California last summer, but because, hellooooo, it's Comic-Con. Even the name excites me.

In my Creative Writing class Mr. Flannel gives us story prompts and has us write stories based on those ideas. If I had remembered to bring that notebook home the past few days I'd have some cute little short stories up. I'll try to remember. I've been getting in touch with my dark side lately, and I suppose that's my epic psychic-ness foreshadowing some events. I even felt sick today.

That's about it tonight. Blessed be.

Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again. Blessings and good energy to all.

I like Cap'n Crunch

So Mr. Flannel doesn't like his nickname. But think about it, I could call him multiple other ones. Fluffy. Mr. Pants. Beard-guy. I think Mr. Flannel is nice compared to those. (I'm teasin')

I started the next part of chapter four today (I've been lazy, I'm sorry!) and have realized that I like to write things out on a day-to-day basis. This can be good and/or bad. It's a good thing I know what "rough draft" means (wink). It goes kind of fast at the beginning, and has some unusual twists. I just wish Ryan would get to reading it and help me out already.

Speaking of Ryan, he proposed last night. I know, I know. I'm so young. I have my whole life ahead of me. But you know, it is my choice, and it was so sweet, even if we aren't officially engaged. He's a sweetheart.

I made a new Sim yesterday as well, and I think she's gorgeous. I'm still debating on whether or not I should put her up for download (and oh no! I still need to get her head shots!). Here is her link: Amoetta Miller: BJD. I am looking forward to having her in more photo shoots (and redoing that blog's template).

Also, if you haven't read either of my mini-stories (I'm calling them mini now, 'cause it's just shorter than saying they're unfinished sim stories) here are those links: The Slate Themeacy and A Legacy Experiment. The reason they aren't finished is because (in the middle of both of them) my game crashed and deleted its own folders. Pretty sucky.

I was thinking about food today, because I'm always hungry (due to my extremely high metabolism) and my mom mentioned cereal. I told her to get Cap'n Crunch, my favorite cereal. I haven't checked the cabinets yet, but how much do you want to bet she didn't get it?

I also wanted to share this:

We are all the same, guys. The only reason the "Human" arm is cut off there is because the picture didn't fit. It isn't mine, I found it on Facebook.

I hate that Google is buying everything and linking accounts to the same computer. Like, I have one email I use for YouTube, another for blogspot, and another for Gmail. Why? Because at the time, I had a Yahoo! and a Gmail. I used the Yahoo! one for blogspot and for YouTube, except now it's linking blogspot to YouTube to Gmail, and I have to log in and log out whenever I want to check eMail. Why? Because when I used my Yahoo! for blogspot it made me a new Google account. FML.

I also wanted to share another picture:

This is my new avatar for IMVU (actually I just switched back to one of my favorite old ones). Isn't she purdy? I find I'm rather good at taking screenshots now-a-days. 

Stressed

I know I stayed home today, but I slept most of the day and my mom stressed me out too much for the rest of it. I'm sitting there watching House minding my own business and Jenny and Corbin come home on the bus. I paused the T.V. because they tend to make noise when they come home, and I can't hear the T.V. when they talk. This wouldn't be a problem, except now, I'm automatically the "bitch" because I paused the T.V.

1). The show isn't appropriate for 6 year olds.
2). Jenny has her own T.V.
3). I just wanted some peace and quiet with my show. For an hour.

I decided to be the mature one and turn off the T.V. and watch it later (yay DVR). The minute I did that was a big deal to little miss spoiled effing brat.

"I know you turned that T.V. on at 3:15 because you knew they were coming home. You're vindictive like that."

... Yeah, mom. Who the hell is immature now? I love my mom, but sometimes... Yeah. I guess it's a teenage thing. Apparently my "time" is an hour long. Okay, then how come Jenny is allowed to wake up at five in the morning to turn the T.V. on, watch it until six p.m. and then eat, then watch more afterwards. When she's finally sent to bed, Corbin gets the stupid remote and watches football the rest of the night. This is why I record things; so I can watch them later. Except now I get yelled at for recording things because I'm "taking up all the space on the DVR by recording like fifty episodes of House and Dexter"....

Last I checked, I delete things after I watch them, and I only have 5 episodes of House and one of Dexter. Jenny auto-records Phineas & Ferb, Oswald, Dora, Blue's Clues, and other retarded shows that she can get on her own cable T.V. I showed mom the damn list and she says "Oh, I don't know how those get on there," and completely denies the fact that Jenny does it. Even after Jenny admits to it.

Is now the time I can say FML? Or does it really get worse? I know it's just a T.V., but I'm not a big T.V. watcher. This is the first time in a week and a half that I have even set foot in the living room. I need a job. Can't get one. Why? Mom's too lazy to "waste gas taking me back and forth." Apparently it's counter-productive. Sorry, I just want to be prepared for the real world mom. Stop being a hypocrite.

Sims 3 works again

I feel like crap today. Hurts to breath, major chest pain, sinus pressure, that sort of thing. And I'm nauseous, but I suspect that has to do with not having eaten since last night. (Yes, I'll go eat soon.) So I'm not going to school. This is okay with me, I have some people in each class that I can Facebook for assignments.

I finally got the Sims 3 running, so I might be able to draw a little inspiration from that. I realize this blog has turned more into a blog than info about how the story is going, but mostly that's because I've just been talking, and have been getting writer's block more than I should. At least I'm still writing some every day.

I'd also like to remind readers that this story is based off of my themeacy story on the sims: The Slate Themeacy

It's the final countdown...

I decided to post again, today, because I just have so much to say. Well, kind of.

So Ryan's new favorite word is "derp." I'm not sure why. He's said it like 83 times today. 84. 85. He just said it twice. It's his new replacement word for swear words and other stupid stuff. So dumb. It's cute though.

Today was (I believe) our last color guard day this year, and our captain's last day altogether. We will miss her. Bunches. I only have one year left after this. I hope that my future college has a good color guard program. If I go to college. I'm thinking about applying to Columbus in Chicago, majoring in performing arts and whatnot.

We only recently got T.V. (dish, I think) and I'm already tired of it. I never really liked T.V. but now it's just old. I can't just sit and watch something for hours like my fat little sister or football-obsessive brother. The only things I use it for are Dexter, House, Durarara, and I record those to watch when I'm not tired. I record Thundercats for the boyfriend, and that's about it.

I am addicted to caffeine. Is that healthy? My mom got me a mini fridge sometime over the summer (I think after I got back from Cali?) and it's usually full of soda. Soda is the reason I got the fridge. If I go too long without soda, I go through withdrawals. Yeah, I'd say that's unhealthy. At least I'm not a crack or coke addict. I'm perfectly healthy otherwise.

Ryan is laying on the bed in a tank top playing Runescape. The good: his tank shows off his muscly-muscles. The bad: He's playing Runescape. Runescape? Why? Gross! If I wanted to play something stupid I would play WoW. Or Aion. They go hand-in-hand. I just quit Lineage 2 because of that stupid Goddess of Destruction update (reset my skills? I don't think so) and am still playing Guild Wars after 6 or 7 years. (Can't wait for Guild Wars 2!)
I figure I'll play Guild Wars and/or WoW until Skyrim and GW2, or even that new Star Wars game.