Tuesday, July 28, 2009

   Blah Blah Blah Blah...
I am rather bored...so I thought I would post something...although I don't know what. I'm probably just going to rant for a while. So, I started packing. I'm having difficulty figuring out how much I can actually take, my room isn't going to be a big this year and I don't really remember how big it is exactly...so it's making packing a little difficult. I can't wait to move down to Milledgeville. Not that I'm ready for classes to start, I'm just tired of being at home. Living out in the middle of no where does have its drawbacks...like none of my friends live near me...and everything closes at 9. That last one kinda puts a damper on the whole night owl thing. So, I guess you could say that I am getting cabin fever.

I am kinda worried about moving. Well, not really worried so much as confused. This will be the first time I have truly lived away from home. I mean yes, I have lived lived in a dorm the past two years, but the campus was only 30 minutes from my house. So, I wasn't really away from home. I knew where everything was in town and if I needed anything home was close enough that I could just go and get it. This year, I'm going to be three hours from home and I'm kinda glad. I want to get away from my family...well except for my brother. I'm going to miss him. I just need to get away and start my own life. I've kinda done that already, but again...I was 30 minutes from home. Now, I will truly be on my own. But that's not what I'm worried about. I'm going to be in a completely new environment. I won't know the city, me and Amber are going to have to find new places to go to eat Chinese food (hopefully authentic...I can't stand that Americanized stuff anymore since I've had the real thing) and to hang by a river. And let's not forget that I've been going to an all girl's school for the past two years and now...I'm going to be living in the same BUILDING as guys and going to class with GUYS! Not that I'm complaining mind you, it's just going to be different.
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

   Friends of old...and Odd Types of Cookies
* Mood: Daily Needs
* Listening to: Home Improvement
* Reading: Wrong Number by Oroyukae
* Watching: Home Improvement
* Playing: I will probably play Jak 3 before the day is done
* Eating: dunno, but I'm about to go get a snack
* Drinking: Mountain Dew

So, last night I had a very long and in depth dream that confused the hell out of me. I don't remember how it started out, but at some point Andy showed up...and I forget what he did at first...but then we were in my car and he was altering the driver's seat to suit him. And I think we drove to my school...but I don't remember which school we went to. So, then we were walking in...and it was like I was looking at him as myself...but he was actually talking to a younger me...the me that he knew. So, the girls around us were glaring at me, but he just ignored them and so, so did I. Then things started to get fuzzy. I think I remember him sitting in the chair and I think I sat with him...the me of now...not the me he knew. Then one of the girls who had been glaring at us said something about the me of old and so the me of now said I was fine with it. Then...he was talking to the me of old and the me of now....and we talked for awhile, though I don't remember what about.

Then the dream morphed and I was at home...sitting at the counter next to the fridge. I was bored and so I was doing...something.....like drawing or something like that...and then my mom and I got in a fight...I think....and then I decided I was hungry and so I went into the laundry room and got some oreos, but there were also chocolate chip cookies in the oreo bag so I got some of those too. Then Tess was telling me something...but I don't remember........

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Monday, July 20, 2009

   I don't have A.D.D. I just think faster than you, and this proves it!
* Listening to: this movie im watching
* Reading: ummm...eldest
* Watching: save the last dance
* Playing: contemplating playing jak 2 or 3
* Eating: nuthin
* Drinking: purple fanta

This is something I wrote in my deviantART journal a couple years ago and I just recently refound it and thought I would post it for the heck of it. this is going to be writing from my head. anything that i think im writing down. i like this movie, but i havent seen it in a while. i want to go eat at kfc. but the one i gainesville sucks. why is the world round. i mean i get the whole advantage of turning on an axis. but what about a triangle? they work. u can rotate it. and it loks so much cooler. im tired. but i know i cant go to sleep. kids these days dont use their imaginations. they have to much education crap shoved into their brains. they are told not to look at imagination and what could be. but to learn the facts and that their life has no meaning if they dont have the smartest brain ever. i mean what up with rub and color? where is the fun? the whole point of colorikng is to PICK the COLOR that u want to COLOR! if u dont get to pick then there is no point. i like fanta, ecspecially purple fanta. wow i havent heard that song in forever. or that one. there are 90s songs galor in my brain and on my laptop. i could listen to 90's music all day. people were\nt all wanting to die in thier songs in the 90's. the music had meaning instead of just being another wording of "my life sucks please blow me so ill feel better." when can i go watch a jrock concert. course in order for me to go to a concert there would have to be one in a state near me. unfortunatly the closest one so far was in california. wow, theure beating a person up. and she has to go look of course like a little pathetic has to depend on someone else for everything ditsy blonde airhead. now theyre having a family argument. now that reminds me of me. shes all 'la-di-di-di-da" wow, thats is not the way i dance. u cant dance someone elses way. u have to dance ur way. thats the whole point. shes an idiot.....and this commercial is getting old. how many times have i watched it now? oh thats right. numbers cannot expess. when the heck did i write that? old origional disney movies are good. kids shows hve gotten extremely stupid and dont stimulate ur imagination to think of what would happen if...."the world went purple for a day"...or if......."gravity allowed for things to fall up to a certain extent before letting them hover instead of falling and then letting them come down at their own rate".....or if...."people could fly.....or even hover" why is up up and down down? who decided this? who gets to decide what is what and what is something else? why could horses be named radishes? or whats from stopping a carrot to cll itself a mushroom? why does everything have to make sense? things are what u make them to be. make ur own world, its more fun. were people ride on wisps of air. and the rain is the color of the sun and moon all at the same time. where time is only a matter of preception and you can create something just by creating an image of it. where thought and creation is valued over mony and fame. wy does water create such amazing patterns? how does it decide where it wants to go? can people really do anything they want as longas they want it enough. why is being different so bad? what point is there to living if u cant have a sense of self and a an ACTUAL personality. wow im tired. and i have soooo much homeowr....ok, not thinking of that. have u ever noticed that if u tell urself that u are not going to think about something that is ALL u can think of? y do people think that blame should always fall to someone else? spying is a bad thing. things arent what they seem to be. have fun, but dont go to the extremes. that girl in that book was an idiot. i mean, come on. u dont mix beer and drugs. its like asking for a death sentence..........i love ballet. too bad i dont have the body for it. i remember all the steps, but its too late for me. i need a different body structure and that wont happen. do u think that i could be a journalist? i wonder if i could. someone told me they thought that thought i could be a journalist because of an assignment i had for class. i miss ballet. i was supposed to be in the nutcracker u know. waltz of the flowers. i still cry when i listen to it. i know all the steps. so many things. bad things come in packs. its a theory ive been working on. or maybe its just that when uve already had a really bad time bad things just seem more readable to u. dreams are important, without dreams u have no purpose. u have to have apassion sometimes more than one. but what is the point of life if u dont have something to live for to look forward to and to inspire to be. i remember those classes. i am going to see it this year. i mean i live in the building its being shown in so y shouldnt i go watch it? even if it makes me cry. they know it will. i already told them. that looked like it hurt. hey i know that song. all americans are immigrants. i want to see that. i think it would be fun. i also want to go everywhere else. wow, that was retarded. dont u miss shows like el kabong? and the snorks? what about jabberjaw? and battle of the planets. i miss shows like that. they were fun. wow, blankness......... ................... .................... ..................... ...................... ....................... ........................ ......................... .......................... ........................... ................... .................... ..................... ...................... .............................i like chinese. wow, i keep messing up.......maybe thats cuz its now 1:11 do u think? i miss my cats. shes right outside but i cant go get her. id get eaten. or so someone who didnt leave here would think. i just know that the swarms of invading bugs would cover me and then get inside once i opening the door. did u know that u can kill a spider with a ruler? u didnt? i did, ive done it before. it ws funny. wow, havent heard that song in ages. i love to dance. im tired. im going to sleep. see u in a few hours when i have to get up to play my clarinet. i love the clarinet. brain shutting down............ . . . . . . .. . . ...... ... ... .... ..... ..now..... . . . . . . . . .
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Sunday, July 19, 2009

   A dream long past
I recently remembered a dream I had last year so I thought I would post it.

Me, Amber and Aletta were being held hostage. We were in not necessarily a jail cell...because the walls were normal walls like you'd find in a castle and were painted an off white that had a yellow quality to it. So, I was laying next to the wall...and there were bars above me. Then suddenly, there was a man above me shocking me with something akin to a tazer on the end of a spear. And I could only wait for it to end. When he finally stopped, I moved to the middle of the room so that if he decided to come back, I would out of his reach. So, I don't remember what Aletta was doing, but Amber was cooking...or something like that. She had a casserole dish and she was filling it with stuffed ducks (like a child's plaything not a dead duck that had been stuffed). She put it in an over and baked it. Alas, I cannot remember what happened after that. And Jin and Fuu, if you remember something about it I don't, tell me and I'll put it in here.
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Saturday, July 18, 2009

   Nintendo makes Dishwashers?
So, in my dream last night, my family had apparently moved to a really weird house. The way it was set up was when you walked in there were stairs and if u went down you went to my 2 rooms and if you went up you went to the rest of the house. Robert had 2 rooms as well and he even had a little hideaway in one of the rooms. So, I walked down to my room and noticed that I could hear mom and David talking and so I walked over to this pipe that was sticking out of my ceiling and looked up, yelling that I could hear them. So then they decided they needed to fill the hole, and that if I would get my chores done quickly then they would cook something good to eat in our new kitchen. So, I went to do the laundry. But the washer and dryer were not plugged in. So, they were lik,e just go down and plug them in. So, I opened the front of the washer and there was a shelf. All the sudden I heard Alton Brown talking and he said to go into the basement (by means of pulling the butter lever.). So, I did, thinking that there would only be 2 cords to plug in. No, there were dozens of plugs and so I had to plug each one in individually to see which ones were for the washer and dryer. Once I finally got all that taken care of, I went to wash the dishes on our Nintendo dishwasher, yes the dishwasher was made by Nintendo. But it appeared to already be running and so I opened it to see how full it was and then shut it, because obviously I couldn’t do the dishes while they were washing. The screen on the dishwasher said molding or molder or something like that, so I assumed it was checking to make sure there wasn’t any mold. Then I was outside and Sugar was running around the neighbors yard and Speedy was sleeping on the grass and Sugar came up and scared Speedy. But then she left and Speedy just found another spot close by to sleep in.
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Thursday, July 16, 2009

   Beauty Meets Beast
New chapter of Beauty Meets Beast is up on fanfiction.net, mediaminer.org, and dokuga.com
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Sunday, July 5, 2009

   Apparently I've lost a few years
So, in my dream last night, me and Amber were in high school for some reason. But, it was only a week long thing. So, I got called to the office to sign some papers. I was listening to my ipod and I had a hat on. But, when I got to the office I remembered how ridiculously strict high school people are. On a side note, the office looked like the middle school office. So, I quickly put my headphones in my pocket and carefully turned my ipod off. So, then I went in and some chick started fawning over my headphones. she asked if she could see them and she SMELLED THEM! It was so weird. And then I was making an excuse to leave. But they stopped me and told me to remember something. And then I said that I would not be at the school for very long and they asked me why. I told them that they were too strict. That I missed listening to my music as I walked to class and while doing my work in class. And they said something and although I can't remember what it was, I think it had something to do with there was something wrong with college campuses since they apparently didn't have a lot of rules. So, then me and Amber were going into the cafeteria. Amber went to the closest aisle of food, but when she got there the chef dude who was working there asked her what she thought she was doing. And I went over and apologized, saying we were college students and therefore weren't used to stuff like this. So, we went over to the aisles of food for the students and got our rather decrepid looking meal. Then we were going ot class and complaining about how we didn't even know why we were here. We were trying to figure out why we let them talk us into going here for a week to set an example. So, then the dream shifted and I was in a store for fixing cars. Tess told me that I could park my car and they would get to it in a few minutes. And I said ok and left it sitting in the line. Me and Tess sat for a little while and watched some TV. Then I realised that I had to go to class. but before I could leave, I noticed them taking mmy car to get fixed. And then the guy was coming up to me and asking what was wrong with my sword (my mugen sword) so that he could fix it. I showed him how it was getting loose where the sword connected to the hilt. And I said that I wished I could get all the dents out of the sheath...and when I went to say sheath some other guy beat me to it and asked if I was gonna cry since I didn't know anything about swords. And I flipped and told him that I probably know more about swords than he ever will. So, the other guy said he'd fix my sword and I could come back for it later. So, I headed out to go to class and Tess asked me where I was going. And I told her that I had to go to class, didn't she remember the younger, evil twin of Amber (some little kid that looked like Amber, but was evil....very evil) that had changed my schedule around so she could continue following me around. So, she laughed and I went down the hall to class. And then it was like I was following some lady and she was explaining everything about the school. How it had been expanded to allow for more classes. We went down the vocational hall and when we went past the art room, I couldn't help looking in there longingly and wishing that I could go in there. That had been such an awsome class! But I didn't know anyone in there, because everyone I knew who had been in that class with me had already graduated. And then my brother came to the door and I said hey and he got annoyed and acted like he didn't want me talking to him, which makes sense. And then we were looking at the school from the skies. And I looked at the tower, which reminded me of the Wayside school that was built with only one class on each floor. And then they said that there was onlyone class on each level of the tower. It was built because they didn't want to cut into the surrounding trees anymore since they needed to keep a certain amount of the forest there in order to remain eligeble for some government grant or something like that.
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Saturday, July 4, 2009

   Happy 4th
Just wanted to say Happy 4th to everyone and I hope everyone is doing good. I wish I could revert time back to when we all frequented this site more in a week than we do now in a year. But, oh well. I will post, and I suppose that will have to be enough.
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   Dream Squared
I had two dreams during my four hour nap today. The first is a little hard for me to remember, but I do remember that I was not myself, I was Ayase from Okane Ga Nai except I had a different name, that I don’t remember. I wanted to write a letter to to Kanou, except his name was Rikiku or something like that. So, I wanted to write a letter to Rikiku but I knew that he already had a lot of letters, so, I was afraid that my letter would be forgotten or that he wouldn’t even look at it. So, I wrote the letter, but I kept it to myself. The next thing I knew, Rikiku was sitting next to me and asking me what I had that was so interesting. I tried to keep it away from him, saying that it wasn’t important. But I couldn’t keep the blush from my face, and he smiled and told me that I couldn’t keep whatever it was a secret forever. I tried to get up and walk away so that he couldn’t get it, but he pulled me into his lap and, with his face intamately close to mine, gently removing the letter from my hands. He turned me in his arms so that I was facing him and I hid my face in his chest while he read the letter. After he was done, he gently pulled me away from his chest so that he could look at my face, which was red with embarrassment. He asked me why I hadn’t given him the letter right from the beginning, which made me blush even more. I couldn’t tell him the reason, he wouldn’t understand. But somehow he figured it out without me telling him. This is where it got confusing. He turned around and my sight blurred. There was a collection of letters attached to a flat surface in front of me. The weird thing was that they looked like they were attached to his back. He began taking them off, leaving only one or two behind. I watched as he threw away the letters he’d taken off and then he asked me if I knew why he only left those two. I murmored that I didn’t know and hid my face in his chest again. He smiled and leaned down to whisper in my ear that the reason he kept those two is they were from me or had something to do with me. So, I leaned up and looked at him in shock as he put my letter next to the other two.

My second dream was even weirder. First, I was in my Daddy’s office, during the present timewhich meant obviously that he was dead and I was simply reminiscing while looking through his belongings. I was mildly surprized that they hadn’t moved anything. The office looked just as it did when my Father was alive. I went out into the lobby and talked for a moment with some femal employee who was sitting there. Then there was a guy behind me who seemed really weird and creepy. You know that sixth sense that allows you to know when someone is watching you, well this one is was screaming at me that this man was a creep. He kept leering at me like he wanted to devour me and I didn’t like it one bit. So, I went back into my Daddy’s office and tried to lock the door, but there was no lock. I didn’t like that, especially since I had to sleep in this office that night. So, I pushed a chair up against the door and resigned myself to sleeping in that chair. So, after I moved the chair I went to the nearyby desk and opened a drawer. I smiled as I looked through my Father’s possessions that filled the drawer. I had intended to use the drawer as a place to put a lamp so that I could read a bit before I went to sleep. But I needed to look at what was inside, for the items inside were some of the few things that remained of my Father.

Then the dream shifted and I was at home, and something was wrong, terrible wrong. But I couldn’t tell what it was. I was coming from outside and so, worried about Sugar and the cats, I rushed outside, fearing something I knew nothing of. When I got outside, everything appeared normal…at first. But then I started to notice things. Mostly plant things that were going astray. For example, we had a huge planter on the porch, but it had been splitted in half, the plants that had been inside were in smaller pots surrounding it. I looked to ensure that my animals were ok and then I walked around to make sure nothing else was wrong. But the cats were looking behind the house…and since I have learned from experience that when the cats are worried…be afraid…be very afraid. So, I slowly made my way down the crossties next to the porch. It was times like these I was glad I grew up in the woods, and could therefore move silently through the terrain. When I got to the bottom, I stood on the crossties and looked for whatever had my cats so worried. And then I saw him. He was dressed as a forest ranger but I could tell he wasn’t. He moved his hand, and before my eyes five trees toppled to the ground. It broke my heart, the very reason to live in the woods was to be surrounded by trees and all the confort and life that they give. The imposter walked up the embankment and over to where I stood and I asked him what possible reason he could have for cutting down MY trees. And he said that they were unneeded and that I should be grateful to him for relieving me of them. So, I flipped out and leapt down from my perch on the crossties. And for a moment, I thought about fighting this insolent fool who thought to destroy MY TREES! But then, I was running back inside and to my mom, who was laying in bed. I told her that he was outside and that something was terribly wrong. And she said she knew, and she asked me if I knew how she knew. I told her no, and she pointed to her bathroom, and told me to look. That the evidence was there. I didn’t understand what she meant. I assume there was something missing. And then I woke up, but I figured out what it was. The tree. the dogwood tree at the end of the deck. You can see it from my mom’s bathroom window…but it wasn’t there. It was gone and that was how she knew something was wrong.

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   A new one shot and the lacking of ideas...
At the moment, I’m working on a new one shot and it is turning out to be longer than I was expecting it to be. But I have a good feeling about this one. It will be good, no GREAT! I can’t wait until it’s done and I can post it on all my sites.

In other news, I have serious writer’s block on pretty much all my stories. So, updates for them will not be coming until I get some new ideas. Also, due to the increasing pain in my hands, writing is becoming very difficult for me, which will also effect the time it takes for me to update my stories as I write my stories out by hand first before I type them. It gives me room to doodle and see my ideas play out before my mind. It also enhances my creative mood and helps me come up with newer better ideas.
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