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It's been forever since I posted here! I signed in to grab some info off my account, but hey. Look. I'm still alive! And doing well. <3 If any of you are still around on here, maybe I'll post a lil' or something. :O |
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Last night, I thought to myself it'd be really nice to make a short little comic illustrating one thing that happens each day at camp. Today went abnormally well, and more abnormally normal. I was cleaning up arts and crafts when I thought to myself "I wonder what I'll draw about today." The kids were already gone- my assistant was an absolute angel, she was so good with the kids and didn't mind helping me clean up and all... With a few bags left, I told her she could go on ahead of me to the front. I was picking up the very last bag, bending down with my knees apart, when I hear this loud ripping noise... I was wearing those pants that were all ripped up at the knees and stuff...I look down, and the entire crotch of the jeans had torn out, and was hanging by the zipper. My panties and all were getting way too much sunlight. I threw the last bag into the shed, locked it up, and took my extra shirts for work and held them in front of me to hide the rip...I went around asking co-workers for cell phones, but none of them had one... so I asked my boss to use the business phone quick to call home, so I could have a ride, but she was busy...so I was standing there, hugging a shirt to my pants for such a long time, blushing, debating walking home. One of the life guards said she didn't have a phone, but offered me a ride home. With my shirts and pocketbook on my lap, I took the ride, chatted with her, and came home...My parents asked me how my day went, and I was basically like "GREAT! But...look what happened at the end!" and lifted the shirt. I thought mom was going to die, the expression on her face was priceless.
Home, I had some fun. I literally "tore" my pants off. Ahaha. XD It was quite easy as it'd been started for me. |
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There were corpses, the sleeping bodies of friends, everywhere when we left. The floor in the kitchen was rumbling with the sound of snores, and there was nowhere to sit on the couches. Walking around the living room you had to watch not to step on anyone. It was six or so in the morning, so I can't say I blame them. Normally, I would have been amongst their ranks, but I mustn't have had enough liquor in my system (I drank early, and sparingly) to put me out. Though, I could have easily downed a few more White Russians. Those were dangerously outstanding!
I'm glad I was able to stay awake the whole time I did, though. So many smiling faces of friends, and I lost hug tally somewhere around 60. Between racing knitted cows, chatting it up in the kitchen, and tripping all over myself while trying to do kutten ai joe (sp?), last night was the best time I've had all summer.
Happy Birthday, Sarah!I'm Feeling:  ecstatic |
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I've recently become somewhat obsessed with opening up spider solitaire and tapping away at the M key. Thankfully, the obsession comes in waves. I long to play it, open it up, get all psyched as I start off well, and then once I begin to rely on M and feeling like a robot, I get sick of it all over again and the cycle repeats.I'm Feeling:  weird |
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Two things.
Firstly, I updated my user profile on livejournal. You know, changed my bio and interests. A lot stayed the same, even more changed... I wonder what going back and reading really old entries would be like. I'll have to do that one day.
But, what does it feel like to judge yourself?
Strange, I'd bet.
Secondly, on days I'm not online, and the journal probably doesn't get a post, you can probably find something here late at night. This is my Cycling Journal! |
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Today seemed pretty uneventful and slow. But, looking back, I actually did quite a few things. I got up in the morning and took about a 30 minute drive to a nice, expensive little bike shop closer to the north shore. On the way was this one long road with very few stop signs and lights. I made the observation that I really, really like going slow along seemingly never ending roads without stopping. Apparently, my father feels the same way. I didn't run over any cats. In fact, none ran out. My father let me drive the way so that he could buy me a pair of cycling shorts. While I was in the changing room, apparently it was time for me to get a jersey and a spare tube as well. The price was outrageous (175ish), but looking at the prices in the store we could have spent a lot more. The shorts are pretty ugly; black with red around the bottom and a small picture of a scorpion. I hate scorpions. The selection was zippo though, and the shorts make the rock I have for a seat a lot more bearable. He had chosen this ugly ass jersey too, but I think the expression on my face gave away that I would not be Killing Bill with red hair. So I got a white one, with a little orange by the sleeves. Much better. I drove back home and tidied up my room a little more. A bit each day hasn't really added up any yet. Soon, hopefully. Maybe I'll dedicate some upcoming day to it. While doing that though I found a sketch of my character that I've been wanting to photoshop and thought I lost. We all know what I'll be doing tonight!
Oh, and dinner didn't have any garlic. <3 Tomato soup and ravioli for the win!
May. 22nd, 2007 @ 09:46 pm
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| » Gyro Maddness |
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Was looking forward to hanging out with Joe and Steve today, after my meeting. Had all the lesson ideas together and ready for my boss. The meeting went well, but when I caught site of a clock I realized it'd been nearly 2 hours since we started. I had voice mails from Joe saying it was getting late. Buu. Thankfully the two of them may still get to hang out. Father got me a gyro for dinner. Salty meat. Salty things=tummy ache. Breee~ Time to clean!
...And you know, I probably learned more chatting with that teacher for 2 hours about this summer and last summer then I did in my classes at post. Mmm, experience. <3
May. 16th, 2007 @ 08:05 pm
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| » Third Day Out |
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Today was another nice, relaxed kind of day. I didn't get much unpacking done, but I have an idea now of how I'm going to be able to fit everything. It'll be somewhat of a repeat of last summer, with a mix of huge trash loads and ebay. I just can't own so much!
I went out with my father driving again today, too. I did well, but we had a long discussion about what's better: stick or automatic. I'm automatic all the way, he's the opposite. Sadly, the discussion arose because as I was struggling with the car to get into third gear, a cat ran out in front of me. I braked in time, and the cat is untouched, but it was a scare. That wouldn't have even been so close in an automatic. He told me I need to broaden my vision. I told him the stick and the road are in two very different places, and that the car itself is a huge handicap. Oh well. Besides that I did well. Much, much better at parallel perking today.
I voted at the school election too. Some teacher from the school was by the door greeting and directing people. She knew me by name. I didn't even remember her by face. I wonder who it was.
May. 15th, 2007 @ 07:34 pm
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| » Rusty Clutching |
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Hopefully I'll be taking my 5 hour course any day now. After that, I sign up for my road test. It would be so outstanding to get my license on the first try. But first, I've got to get my take-offs going smoother. My father said I did a good job today, and considering I haven't driven in months, I think so too. But, I need to improve and be able to parallel park/k-turn if I'm going to get anywhere.
Anyway, here's to a sweet 45 minutes on the road!
May. 12th, 2007 @ 06:52 pm
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| » Fishy Poo and Frog Skin! |
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For the past hour I've been sifting pebbles in a feeble attempt to clean my fish tank, without access to the kitchen sink.
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I'm going to pretend I didn't know what a lot of that yuck was.
Mmm, soap. <3
May. 10th, 2007 @ 03:09 pm
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| » First Day of Summer |
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I slept in today. It wasn't the kind of sleeping in that when you wake up you go "Oh damn, I've got a lot to do and I've slept away a bulk of the day." It was the kind of sleep in that leaves you smiling and well rested. Looking at the time though, I realized I had probably slept through when Kat wanted to go shopping in Riverhead. Going downstairs to nab the phone, my mother sees me up and gets all smiley. She tells me I have a package, and that I should look in the fridge. Sitting there on the bottom was a box of those Burdock (sp?) chocolate mice. Mom and I sat down at the kitchen table, and I opened them. She told me she only wanted two, one for her and one for Uncle George, and that they were my "happy you finished junior year" present. The mice are so expensive, but so delicious! Plus, Mom loves giving them as gifts... She can't get out on her own anymore, and so being able to order something classy on the computer makes her happy. We both ate mice. So delicious!
Afterwards, I grabbed the phone and came upstairs. Kat had left me a message, and when I called her house no one picked up. She replied online though, and it was Riverhead time! I went out into the trunk and pulled all my laundry upstairs. Crap was that heavy. Sadly, everything had been in a big plastic bag overnight...soggy. It stunk like stink. Poo. Stinky poo. I put it all out on the floor in my other room, where the sunlight would come in through the window and do it's thing. Sadly, I had to wear some too. Stinky poo. Eww. Perfumed up. Tried to do my hair. Unhelpable pile of friz. Gotta love it, but at the same time, I hate it just a little. That's okay, it's strawberry blond. *squeels*
Kat pulled in just as I finished getting ready. We went off to Claire's first. Got a little lost on the way; our specialty. Found some really beautiful scenery. Claire's had raised their outlet sale prices: 15 items for $10, now. But the stuff was well worth it, methinks. Got a hat, bracelet, and a few other yummies. Best of all, I got a blow dryer worth 70$...for 3$. Yeah. Sweet. I'm going to have to test it out come tomorrow. Ran into Charlotte Russe. Wow, totally different from the one by Post.
Next up was Panera. Kat and I were starving! Got the usual- asian sesame chicken salad with raspberry dressing, broccoli cheddar soup in a bread bowl, an apple, and a lemonaid. Mm mm, You - pick - Two. We tried to sit down outside. Kat had to go get her jacket, but I didn't have one with me. We went inside, partially thanks to one super nice fellow Suffolk County citizen. So good to be home!
Target's computer caddy wasn't so good looking when I saw the box. I know 40$ for furniture is a steal, but 40~50$ for someone who plans to make peanuts this summer isn't so appealing. So, we left and went to Petco. After all, it's where the pets go. Kat snatched a new hermit crab, and I wandered around looking at the fishies and froggies. I'm undecided. I have a nice 20 gallon tank that Adam gave me last summer. It's lonely and needs something in it. Froggies require a little too much for me to handle. Fishies may be nice, and I could have more dwarf frogs, but if I'm to do that I may as well just separate my female guppy when she gives birth. I could also get a dwarf hamster. That would be my favorite, but what would I do with it after summer? Then there's hermit crabs- micros, or one or two really big ones. I could let them crawl around my floor! But there must be something about one of these, or some other pet that would just be prime-O.
To Wal*Mart, IE Evil Super Villain Outlet. I can't believe I submitted to their everyday low prices. I bought 3 DVDs. A Knight's Tale, which I watch on TV every now and then. It's such a bad movie, I love it. The Wind in the Willows, a movie I used to watch as a kid. I watched that tonight. The audio was so crappy with the background music louder than the words, and the quality left something to be desired, but hey, it was $1. And oh my god love this kid's movie yay. Then along came First Knight at the register. Even though it says PG 13 on the box, I guess the computer thought it was rated R (I can't blame them for making the mistake. Thinking about it, I've never seen this movie. What kind of "first 'knight'" is it? Do I smell a virgin? And a knight? In love? Delicious.) The lady at the register asked me if I had any ID. I'm almost 21. Could she possibly have been serious? I didn't laugh-- I was too in shock. I scrambled for my driver's permit and handed it to her, staring at her blankly. She looked at the date, and I could see her struggling to do the math to age me. "I'm 20." "Oh..oh..hm...ok, I see. Here you go." "Do I seriously look 16?" "I..just had to check. x.x;" Maybe it was the hat I'd bought. I'll put up a picture, but it's green...a crazy looking winter hat with fur and pom poms and ear flaps and all this crazy stuff. By Kat's suggestion, I should go back there when I turn 21 wearing that hat, a sun dress, with ice cream and a balloon tied to my wrist, and buy beer, rated R movies, etc. See if she cards me then. If I look 16 now, maybe I'll pass as a 15 year old then? I know looking younger is "good" to most girls, but at my age? XD I wanna be in my prime visually too, dammit! Ahh well, I'm sexy enough. :3 To top it off, Evil*Mart had a computer desk nicer then the one at Target, for $5 more. I might buy it. Debate debate. Also, I picked up a bunch of color swatches to chill out in my room for a while in case I decide to paint my walls.
Took another wrong turn heading home. Kat had to K turn in a mad man's driveway. Fun. Barking dog. Middle of no where. Narrow passageway. Mysterious glowing white-wash room. Web cam. Ice pick. The last two were our imagination, thankfully. Instead of heading home, we decided to have some ice cream. Yay, 24/7 Baskin Robins! Nummy nummy!
Then home it was; nearly 5 years younger feeling then when I left. Ahh, summer.
Final Purchase List:
The Wind in the Willows $1
First Knight $5.50
A Knight's Tale $5.50
V8 Splash $2
Conair Infiniti $3
Crazy Hat
Clover necklace x2
Cell Charm
Bracelet
Headband
Belt
Hair Clip $5
Ice Cream $3
Panera $7
Daily Damage: $32
Fun:Cost Ratio=LEVEL 10,000:32
Yay for Summer!!!
May. 10th, 2007 @ 04:18 am
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It's absolutely amazing how critical some people can be of one another. Maybe it's just me- I don't hold grudges, and I'm very open and excepting of things. Other people aren't the same in the least, and I often get frustrated with it all. Very few people strike me as kind and non-judgmental. Thankfully, because I seek out these people, I seem to have collected a really nice group of friends. I want to thank my friends for being there, and being the awesome people you all are. In a rushed, stressful, busy atmosphere, you guys and the people like you are who make this world a better place.
Also, here's to the new year! Hope everyone is spending their last days of '06 happily! I've been following the tradition of calling/contacting everyone and wishing them well. If I've missed you, I probably don't have your phone number, aim, or e-mail, so just drop me a reply. It's nice being so close to friends this time of year.
I'm so full, I can't finish my apple pie. x.x Well, I've got to run. Ta!
Dec. 28th, 2006 @ 04:07 pm
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| » Another Holiday |
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I want to wish everyone who reads this journal Happy Holidays. I hope all your wishes come true, and that you're all safe, sound, and warm in the homes of family and friends. If it's snowing, don't fret about the shoveling and just enjoy the scene. If it's not, don't be disappointed, but be thankful you don't have to shovel. May all the trees, menorahs, and anything else that glitters and glows stand tall and bright, and fill your hearts with happiness.
The rest of this is a reflection on my own disappointing situation. I don't suggest reading it, if you're looking for holiday cheer. No worries though, I am happy. I just wish I had more to give for my family, and that everyone in this household could be a little happier.
It shreds me into a million pieces that my mother is so ill. My freshmen year in college she could drive, come visit me...we knew she was getting sick, but it all happened so fast. She can no longer walk easily, and since she broke her ankle she's been in a wheelchair...I have a feeling she'll be in it from here on in. Santa, if you've gotten technologically knowledgeable and are reading this, do me a big favor and make her better. I know it's killing my father to see her like this, too..the way he reacts when old friends ask him how she's doing. But who it's hurting most is her- my father told me she gave him 40$ to go up to the jewelry store and pick me out a pair of earrings, just so that she'd have something to give me on Xmas day, because she can't go herself...he refused, saying he'd rather take me me to Bestbuy or somewhere to get me something I'd really like, and split the price. They're going to buy me a desktop computer, or each put in for it and I'm covering the rest. But still, it leaves tomorrow quite blank... I decorated the tiny tree, put all the miniature Hallmark ornaments on it, and I'm going to bring it downstairs tonight and slip it on the dinner table, unseen until Christmas morning, hopefully. I also got my father incense, and my mother candy. She's always asking for that. I downloaded some holiday music, too. I'm going to burn it to an audio CD and play it on the Mac, if mom doesn't dig out a CD of her own, first. I'm making dinner for the three of us, too. I'm just hoping to make it nice, for my parent's sake. They deserve it, by all means. I'm agnostic too, so it's not like tomorrow has any special religious meaning for me. It's just a day when all of my friends are out of touch and everything seems just a little more lonely. I'm not sad, I'm just wishing the special holidays were a little more special. Maybe I'll have done a good job cleaning through this upcoming year, and next year we can get a big tree for the living room, and all sit around it and talk. That's my fondest Christmas memory.
Dec. 24th, 2006 @ 11:06 pm
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Along with the insane load of work that comes with battling through 18 credits, it seems the trash is another thing that's been overflowing this Fall semester. I absolutely love living with Tanya: the only thing that ever hurts me is when she gets into her sour/quiet moods, because I really don't know how to react to them. It makes me feel awful though, because it's easy to realize that it's me that's the roomie that stirs up most the trouble. I clean frequently, but that's because I'm messy. My stuff goes from being spotless (dusted, tidied, and put away in all the right places) to trashed all over again within the course of just a few days. It gets so bad so fast that I get disheartened even looking at it, and give up cleaning for what I know is too long. Then I clean again, and the process repeats. I've tried picking up some responsibilities, too. That's where the overflow problem came in-- the reason the garbage got so full, I've come to realize now, is probably because Tanya was just waiting to see how long it took me to take it out. It took to long. I have my own garbage too, so I know it's not a terribly big deal that I've been asked not to use hers, but I just feel so, so rotten that I disappointed her with the only cleaning task I really every tried to battle besides keeping my own stuff out of sight and dust-free. I look at my desk and bed now and it's just littered with important papers, class materials, and water bottles. Where did I get like this? At home, I cleaned my room. It's glittering clean now. There's not a speck of dust anywhere, the furniture is all where it fits best, and garbage bags upon garbage bags of buildup throughout my childhood and teen years were tossed out the window. And, being home for an entire week this Thanksgiving only got it cleaner, not worse. So that makes me think it's the space-- I'm an extremely lazy person, but I try to get everything done that a more responsible person would do... Besides being lazy (read: slobby), I'm also impatient when it comes to actually finding anything- I want things at my fingertips immedietly.So, when things are "away," there's an awful lot still laying around. I need a bin technique of some kind is the bottom line. For living in such a small room, I need to devise a way to be able to throw things down and grab things up at whim without so much clutter building up...I need a crate system of some kind, some way to actually be able to chuck things places and make it be "away" and tidy looking. Recently I've also been very good about following daily checklists-- I'm going to try adding one or two "tidy up the room" elements to each day, too. This isn't all over the garbage bit...I've been disappointed in myself for a while dealing with this...this just kind of solidified what a messy person I am. But I'll get better. Any suggestions?
Dec. 7th, 2006 @ 11:54 pm
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This semester has been driving me up the wall. I've been spending hours upon hours in the darkroom trying to finish my final project, and on top of that I've been toggling between handing in late assignments for my art education class, studying for economics, and doing the readings and writings for childhood literature. I had a nightmare last night that I did the math in my schedule for next semester wrong, and I was really taking 18 credits again. Hopefully I'll be getting my time sheet signed today at work, and I'll be able to finish my ikebana paper.
But yeah, economics is over. I thought he'd said that the questions from the quiz weren't going to be on the test like they usually are (and more). I studied the old quiz anyway though in hopes of understanding the material, and I'm so glad I did. All the questions on the quiz did end up being on the test, pushing my grade up to at LEAST passing. Plus with what I scrounged up answers for out of the new questions, plus the curve...I think I may have done fairly well. I hope. But the most important part? Economics is OVER!
No more economics, no more economics. <3
Dec. 7th, 2006 @ 12:52 pm
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The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Nov. 30th, 2006 @ 10:36 pm
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| » Happy Thanksgiving! |
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Well, I'm home for the first time in over a month, and I'm seeing my aunt and cousin for the first time in over three years. Yesterday was Thanksgiving. I kinda wish I was back on campus now, working and relaxing alone in the room. Instead I'm stuck here. While I love my family dearly, my father snags my nerves too much for me to be enjoying. The past two mornings I've woken up to my father yelling at my mother about one stupid things or another...and with age I've realized how weak their relationship really is-- He pushes her around, barks orders, and expects her to cook. She complies miserably but helplessly. He had the nerve to make a joke to my mother that he wanted to get her something instead of a wheelchair that she's have to stand up in just so that she could reach the counters in the kitchen better. He's been keeping her from eating sweets. He doesn't come to the table for dinner; the tv is more important...He just shows no gratitude. Thanksgiving morning not only did I wake up to that, but to the news that the turkey was still frozen...and it wasn't going to be unfrozen in time for thanksgiving unless we wanted an ice age turkey. So we had Boston Market at 2 in the afternoon; and that was out meal of the day. I stayed up late Thanksgiving night wishing I had Internet access in my room. It ticks me off to have my mother hissing at me to go to bed. It really isn't her place to say anymore, especially when I'm doing schoolwork, but she refuses to let up the responsibility. The only fatherly thing Dad does anymore is to tell me to do well in school and don't get close to any men...because you know, all men are asses like him. Today's Black Friday, and I'm wishing I was out with friends shopping and pushing through mobs... But I don't really have anyone close around home anymore. I miss all the people I've gotten so close to on campus; they mean the world to me. I am glad to see my aunt though. I wish I could do more with her and my cousin, but all this work..anyway, back to analyzing Georgia Okeefe in a fruitless attempt to write three lesson plans by the end of the day.
Nov. 24th, 2006 @ 01:36 pm
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| » The King |
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I've been watching too much Utawarerumono, and playing NationStates. For the second night in a row I remember my dream, which is strange...I haven't been dreaming a lot. I've been getting up prematurely. But this time around I dreamt that I somehow came across the position of King of a small country........
I was a very, very good king and kept all the people happy and content with their lives. I lived for them, how the government should be, not the other way around. I would frequently socialize with them, and we would have large amounts of people over for dinner. There was one girl who stood out a lot. We were walking on the beach and she was telling me how her mother committed suicide, or died at the beach. So, she thinks it's very pretty, but at the same time it brings up sad feelings in her. We walked more inland, and continued with a nice conversation, me trying to comfort her and asking her about the situation, wondering why anyone would want to do that in my country, but she said she didn't know. It was assumed that we became very close though, after this, and I saw her frequently around the palace. It was funny, because my "Palace" was a done-up version of...my house. My army was smallish but very strong too, and very happy to be serving their country. I remember us being attacked by sea, and me going out with two battleships and a smaller motor boat. I ordered the two battleships to cover me from view, but to fight in such a way as to result in the least casualties- even if it meant an advance on our land. While they did this, me and my assistant snuck around behind enemy lines, and were easily able to dispose of the ships from behind; I'm assuming with times bombs placed low, so as to sink them quickly. While out fighting I found a love for the sea; I felt like I was being called to it. And so, I followed this calling. I reached the shores of another nation, connected by land to mine somehow, and decided to walk into the waters. There, I was greeted by the girl's mother. She appeared, with an SUV, and recognized me as the King. I spoke with her about her daughter, whom she loved very much, and she said she'd had a happy live, but I believe her rational had been that at that time she couldn't have been any more happy, and with no hard feelings or the hardships of age, she wanted to give herself to the sea. She wanted me to tell her daughter that her action had been one of love and compassion for her and her country, not one of hatred or giving up. With that, she left me to swim, and many fish of red and yellow jumped along side me. I swam for what seemed a day to me, three days at most, without rest. In an instant my swim became horrifying, though- the fish disappeared, and I was passing a group of armed battleships sailing towards my own nation. They were dark, and the crew looked irritated and ready for battle. Desperate to let my nation know I began to swim back from my vacation as fast as I could- which was significantly faster then the battleships. Much faster. As I neared my nation I saw it's two battleships already in the water with my motor boat behind them. I wondered if my nation's military leader had found out and taken control of the situation. But as I grew closer my heart sank. My people upon the ships looked betrayed and down; not ready for battle. And in the motor boat it wasn't my military leader, it was my brother, whom I despised as an evil person standing in my position, backing orders at his assistant. I thought to myself to say servant, in this situation. I attempted to chase the boat, but I couldn't. My brother was ordering the army to attack the oncoming ships head on, but they would never survive. I don't quite remember what happened on the small motor boat with my brother, but it ended up with him thinking I was dead. I got back to land before them (upon getting to shore, I was struck by confusion as to why I'd become so built so fast), and snuck into the castle, and into my chambers. I knew in my heart there was only one way to fix all the wreck my brother had caused; I had to kill my brother. It was like when Scar took over the pride lands. In my old chambers, I wondered why so much had changed. I scavenged the room for my things, when the palace pet moved something heavy in the next room. I heard my brother climbing the stairs, and I raced to get under the bed. I almost managed it, but my arm was just slightly sticking out. He told me I'd almost managed it, and grabbed me by the hair and arm and pulled me up from under the bed. That was when we went at it, punching, struggling, one trying to kill the other; him for power, me for my country. He was winning. I grew worried. That's when he made his mistake- bashing my head into a wall, I caught sight of them..my weapons, in the corner, not far from us. They were all wooden, but time likes this cause hanbos to turn into baseball bats. That's when the tables turned- I grabbed into my weapons, hoping not to get anything that would break with heavy contact, and luckily enough I withdrew my hanbo. I promptly began bashing him up good with it. He backed up, to get away, and within a second was out the window. I jumped out after him, seeing him begin to flee. Down there, we were seen...more over, I was recognized. People's eyes lit up for what to them was the first time in years to see their true King, one who treated them all justly and as equals. Instantly, I had help in my pursuit to kill my brother. But, as we approached the yard of my lawn that's a path through two rows of shrubs and trees, someone put their arm out before me, as more people ran in after him. They explained that there, he has the advantage, and he could attack from either side. I understood that, and stood there, watching, as the primal urge to kill slowly subtled itself within me. Walking back towards the center of the yard I left it to the others in pursuit to end the life of my own brother, after all for me it hadn't been wanting to kill him, it had been wanting to save my country. I didn't mind not having the final blow in the matter. It was now though that the questions began, the first of which was where I was for the past three years. Three years; I exclaimed! Had the swim been enchanted? Those fish had been hypnotizing, but had they really casted such magic on me to allow me to swim that long thinking it only a day or so? No wonder my nation looked so different and run down- it had had time to get this way, under a bogus leader. I began to apologize, and drop to my knees, not knowing how to explain, but my people held me up and told me they were just glad to have me back. the next day was my brother's funeral. He was denied a royal funeral, and no one was asked to attend who didn't wish to. And so it was me, and perhaps two other people who were curious to see the nightmare of a person go. Back at the Palace, I explained what things had seemed like, to me. They understood, and the girl who I'd spoken with on the beach, but a beautiful young woman, approached me, asking more about the incident with the lady and the SUV. I recognized her, and referred to her as "your mother," to which she smiled...and told her about what her mother had said. There was love in her eyes as she bowed her head in thanks to me. I declared that if anything ever happened like that again, that afterwards such a terrible circumstance should not arise. That from this day forth, I would appoint someone to take over in my footsteps if ever my life were to end, or I was no longer fit to be King. I suggested the girl who stood before me, who had such high recommendations from a mother who loved her dearly. She looked up in such surprise, as the others cried out in surprise, pelting me with questions about having a female run the country. With a raise of my hand they silenced, and I explained that such a thing is called a Queen, and although it has not been our history to do so, it is more important to put a practical, strong minded person upon the thrown then someone who is related and male. Then, I lowered to one knee, and asked her though, if she would be pleased with such a thing, to be my Queen, now. She accepted, and happiness pursued.
Then I woke up, and apparently remembered this all in much greater detail then I thought. And in writing this, I fell in love with the story. o.o I hope you enjoyed, if you read.
Aug. 31st, 2006 @ 11:16 am
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Camp has for a while now been over, so why am I having dreams including elements from camp?
( The Scoop on Matthew )
I had a dream that in my living room me and a bunch of people I didn't know were doing a cross between sesame street inprov and professional voice acting. I was Elmo, a very quiet Elmo. But jokes broke out and I was liked when I actually spoke. Then, the door to the bottom of my stairs opened, and Matthew was standing there staring at me. He ran over to me and said "I want to be Elmo!" I believe I didn't let him...and then I woke up. Instead of thinking the dream strange, I thought to myself "I would have let him been Emo, I could have been Cookie Monster. Though, I do like red hair..." and started singing in my head "C is for cookie, that's good enough for me."
PS: I went onto Limewire just now to download 'C' is for Cookie, but it already had a check next to it. <.< I'm such a compleate nerd, I already had the cookie monster song.
On a less cheery note, Mom's in the hospital. She will be, overnight...getting an operation on her ankle to fix the break. She'll be in a cast for a while. Moving her around will be even harder to do. I feel bad about going back to college...Dad's going to have a very hard time on his own. Most of all, I'm worried about her...very worried.
Aug. 30th, 2006 @ 09:14 am
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So, mom has a lot of medical issues. That news has been around for a while. What sucks is that her bones are getting brittle- the other night she took a fall while walking through the living room. We had to call an ambulance. She has an appointment later today to get her bone set- she broke it pretty good. It's been a real hassle trying to take care of her. Every ten minutes Kazia do this, Kazia do that...and she doesn't cooperate or listen when you try to speak with her. I love her tons, I just don't know how Dad's going to manage once I go back to school. Also, I'm afraid once she's out of her cast that she's going to fall again. She went down so softly the other night- I'd hate to see what a hard fall would do to her.
Rob might be moving. Woe is me. Home gets one step more boring. One really, really big ass step. One of those fall on your face and can't get back up kind of steps. Oh well, visits will have to occur.
I have pictures to draw, a room to clean, a tail to knot, a scarf to knit, and things to pack. x.x; The rest of summer is going to be very, very busy. I want to finish my tail by late Saturday/Sunday. Which is saying a lot, seeing as how I worked all day on it yesterday and got about 3~4 inches done. I want to finish cleaning my room on Sunday, which is saying even more seeing as how it's taken me all summer to get it this far... and the rest of the packing can be done up until I move in come September. Woot. I gotta keep myself lightly packed this time around. I wanna keep my room neat. Er.
Aug. 25th, 2006 @ 11:43 am
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