Wednesday, March 1, 2006

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I bought more books today *cries* Their evil pull is so strong! So, in order to combat the drain on my wallet, I joined the recently created Borders Rewards program. I get my own little card, too *whips out card* plus two mini cards for keychains *jingles keys* so I will never be without it *muwahahaha!* But it’s really cool. If you spend $50 dollars or more in a month (this includes purchases at Waldenbooks), then the following month, you get to pick one day where everything you buy is 10% off. Plus, 5 % of every purchase you make gets recorded, and when the holiday season comes around, that turns into cash *muwahaha… money* So yeah, I feel slightly better about book shopping now ^_^ And, as promised, I have put part of my story up for your reading pleasure. I must warn you, however, that I really haven’t gotten that far yet, and all I’ve really done is introduce the characters and set up their personalities. So I really haven’t got anything. But I promised, so here it is… (oh, and I’d like to add that this story does not in any way reflect my personal opinions on religion, as I hold neither character’s view of the universe ^_^) “I hate all of that ‘New Age’ junk,” Aidan said, as she sprawled out on the couch in Erin’s room with her book. “I mean, summoning fairies and casting spells? You might as well ask for miracles and pray, since it’s all got about the same likelihood of happening. And church is a lot cheaper than all that ‘magic’ crap. If you can withstand the brain-washing.” Erin shook her head as she sat on the floor, flipping through the new book she had bought at the mall. Aidan was always so skeptical. They went through this conversation every time Erin picked up anything related to the occult. “It’s not my fault your uber-religious parents have permanently ruined your faith in… well, anything,” Erin said. Aidan’s parents were both pastors. Talk about over-kill. “Just my faith in humanity. I’m pretty sure that my faith in the necessity to breathe air will remain unshaken.” “Well, those of us who aren’t jaded like to believe in things once in a while,” Erin said, while pulling out the box of rune stones and candles she had stashed under her bed. “Like higher powers. And possibly world peace.” “Thank you, Miss America. Now, if you’re going to spend your time fooling around with that wishy-washy stuff, I think I’ll go.” Aidan hauled herself off the couch and grabbed her small bag sitting on the floor. That bag went everywhere with her. There was never anything special in it, just random odds and ends; a mini spray bottle, a lighter, some hair spray, etc. Aidan was like a walking Swiss Army knife. Erin sometimes wondered if Aidan also kept the bag just in case she needed to use it as a weight to beat the crap out of someone. She wouldn’t put it past her… So there’s the start. I tried to make it sound like it was being narrated more from Erin’s point of view. Basically I’m going to add some supernatural crap, of course the result of Erin’s curiosity *makes spooky noise* and we’ll have some lovely insight into Aidan’s mind (like how the hell this preacher’s daughter developed such an attitude *hehe*) So, in other words, cliches all around! Whooo! -Quote of the Day- “It was possible Kialan did not realize how annoyed Moril was. ‘You see,’ Brid explained to him later, a good long way behind the cart, ‘even when you’re angry, you always look so sleepy and – and milky, that he probably didn’t even notice you were attending.’” -Cart and Cwidder, Volume 1 of The Dalemark Quartet by Diana Wynne Jones- (haha, Moril’s spacey personality always reminded me of myself ^_^)

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