Wednesday, March 19, 2008

   jhdg
I actually had a story from class yesterday but forgot to put it up. We start this class with personal stories, not me because nothing interesting has happened since I moved here, but other people. This girl, I really can't stand her. She's a lush and she's my age. She has a fake ID and goes out drinking every weekend. And she's dumb as ______. Basically, she's the kind of girl that makes me hate my gender. So, all of her stories she's either drunk, almost drunk, or hungover. She was driving back from Spring Break, hungover with her friends, and there was a car on the highway going the wrong way, so driving right at them at 70mph. They all start screaming, she pees her pants, and they veer of the road. She swears they were going to go off a cliff. I lived in the state she was driving in, cliffs are like three feet off the ground. So she's saying all this, and I'm still laughing because she peed herself. And she doesn't exactly like me either because I'm brilliant and not a drunk tramp but still get the guys looking. So she's like, yeah, I'd like to see you not pee yourself. The thing is, I ws in the exact same situation once when I was little. I was in the front and a car was coming right at us. None of us had been drinking, and what do you know, none of us peed ourselves. We just gave a scream, went off the road, and yelled at the other driver. Made her look stupid. I was like nine years old and kept a better head.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

   ks
Oh my god, I think I'm in trouble. I've got an oral report to do on Morgan and the Raiders this friday but haven't started. I got to get his record from West Point, if he has one. Just all this usless junk. But even worse is this poetry analysis for Communications. I deeply hate poetry (unless it's rock music). I got an 'A' on my last paper (I was the only one who did) so I've got this really high expectation from me now. Why, oh why, do I have to be the only one in this stupid class that understands what's going on? I may've found my poem and if class is thursady, then I can have a paper done by then...hopefully. The problem is that it says this paper was due yesterday. How can it be due when we didn't have class? What the heck! He'll take my paper on thursday or I'll blow cover and show him how nasty I can be. I got to get out of this school and this paper is not getting in the way of me passing the class. Seriously, it's set up so that if you fail one paper you'll fail the class unless you manage 'A's on everything, which I won't. I'm realistic.

Okay, and now something about VV. I think subcribers is a cool idea, but I still like the guestbook. I kind of like having the blogs and art separate. I don't know, I'm subscribed to people but unless they were on the old friends' list I won't read their blogs because it seems stalker-ish. That's kind of why I have this site still and then the worlds I use to promote the TV show, info on the ten deadly sins, and then a more random one that I use to talk about other stories. I guess I better get started on my paper even though I now got the sudden urge to draw. Great, that's homework for you, brings out the procrastinator artist in us all.

SGAH
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Monday, March 17, 2008

   kytd
Well, today was the first day back to classes since Spring Break. We had an Algebra test. So I spent the hour and a half of class failing that. I didn't even finish. I found one problem I knew I could do and did that one most of the time. It's nice to know that I wasn't the only one that had a blah break. I was the only one that forgot about the test so everyone else had a bad break because they were all freaking out about it. Mine was just blah. I don't remember it too well. I was half asleep through it all. The great thing with having a break is you can come back to school and just ask anyone how there break was because you know that they want to be asked. That guy's not as cute as I thought he was. Actually, I never exactly thought he was cute, just very intresting. Something about wearing a hunting hat in a classroom but not sounding like a hick was very interesting. It's funny, in my class tomorrow there's this guy that's nothing really great, but the second he mentions he was a soldier he gets better looking. He only said it twice with about a month between, so I forgot and he wasn't special anymore. Then he said it again and he was much better looking. And I really don't know how I got on this topic. Maybe it was because I dreamed I went to school in Australia and met a guy. It came down to me staying in Australia with him or going home. I'm pretty sure I picked home. Not home to my parents, in fact, that was one of the reasons I almost stayed, just home to my country because it's my country. I mean, come on, what would the States be without me? And Epic is owned by the five of us and it'd be so much easier if we were all in the same country. We can still work spread all over the country, but all over the world is difficult. Hey, actually, Epic and my horse were two of the big reason I left. My horse can't fly and Epic is American. Now I don't remember what this post was about. Oh yeah, I flunked an Algebra test. And Centerfold is playing. I usually have a music referance in these posts.

SGAH
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

   in memory
It's starting to look bad for my Millie dog. The meds stopped her infection but she's refusing to eat. She's all bone. I have to hand feed her. And she's just so weak. I have to pick her up off the couch to get her to move. She needs to move. I know it hurts her but if she doesn't move then she'll just hurt worse because she won't have muscle on her joints. She's not getting excited anymore when she sees a leash. If I can't get her moving and eatting this weekend then it's over, soon if she really lets me know. I've had this dog for eleven years. I got her and her brother when I was nine. It was only a few months after my little brother was born. It'll be weird for him since she's always been there. And her poor brother. They've never been separated. They were from the same litter and they were in the same cage at the pound. They were so attached that we got both. And the bulldog is going to be almost as lost as he is. Millie is the alpha and even the bulldog won't bother her. My poor Millie. I had her trained to a tee when she was younger. I didn't need a leash on her most of the time, even when we lived in the suburbs when she was young. I got pretty lax on the rules when she started getting older. She always came back though if she ran off, usually wet. She loves swimming. She loved playing with the horse. And hunting. I trained her as a hunting dog one summer. She chased down a killdeer without hurting it. I had to undo it because my mom didn't know the commands so she'd run off after the birds. And she was so good with the foster kittens. Very gentle, and even better with the puppies. She set the foundation. It was great watching her run them down and flip them over. They were so well behaved after that and would lay quietly with her instead of jump on her. I'm really going to miss her but when it's time it's time. Hopefully I can get her better but it's just looking really bad. I know that I can't stop death. It'll still make this sad. I'm just really glad she's lived a long life.
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Monday, March 10, 2008

   jtrs
This place looks so empty. Well, I'm not break but wih no break. Epic Awareness! And my poor Millie dog is sick. Very messy sick. Peeing blood every minute. It's not fun. I've got meds for her this morning. And no dog show. The old lady got scared of the weather. So bored. This song annoys me. And that's it.

SGAH
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Friday, March 7, 2008

   votes
So, I noticed there are more and more pictures out there encouraging people to vote on pictures. Or artists telling people they want votes and comments in the picture info. Is that really important to people? I can see how it would be discouraging if you weren't getting votes or something, but does it really matter to people? I'm just curious. People don't like get all upset and stop drawing do they? Because I've heard that some people do. I always go by how many people viewed it. I don't always vote even if I like it, but if it really does bother people then I'll vote more. I just feel a little stupid clicking a button to ensure someone's own self worth. They should already know their own self worth without a button, but whatever, I've never really gotten teenagers...even though I am one.

SGAH
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Thursday, March 6, 2008

   what the heck
I'm just so incredubly brilliant compared to the people in the class I just came from. There really is no easier or nice way to say it. I get in the car and squeal off with a twisted grin and a horrid laugh, because I'm never expecting their stupidity. It really is just a big con. I'm conning them and it's wonderful. That is why this class stays interesting for me. They're still complaining about the prof. missing class weeks and weeks ago. They're still complaining about their paper grades. I get it, why don't they? Because they're morons. And this is why I suddenly just flew off into this post. We had to analize a poem in class. I got it right but they ignored me so they got it wrong when they said the idea out loud. That's not the point here. There were two words, falconer and gyre. They were asked to identify the one the poet made up. They said falconer. Oh...my...and these people reproduce. So, not that I need a time to shine in this class since they all hate me because I get it and the prof. always says I get it. I get it without saying a word. The prof. knows my name without me saying a word. I'm that good compared to these people. So, anyway, he asked what falconry was, ignoring that they just said they thought that was the made up word. So I told him exactly what falconry was very simply to give him room for elaboration. He didn't have much room to be honest but he was trying to explain how it worked and just looked at me and said, 'well, she already knows this' and just dropped it since they just weren't getting it. And religion came up because the poem talked about the second coming. They thought it was Jesus but I thought WWII. I was right. But I said what I was baptized as, instint hate. It was unbelievalbe. It's all preaching the same thing, why hate me? Just because I'm sickenly intelligent and walk with this great confidence and power is no reason for hate. Now I'm just on a bit of a power high so I'm going to eat a pop-tart to calm down.

SGAH
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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

   VV
I guess because of Version Vibrant's worlds thingies, this site is going to be for rants, vents, and notes. No more adding a little Epic section for Epic Awareness. I have a world called EPIC Awareness where I'll, along with Unsaid, can talk about the TV show. If you want info on the show to see if it's your thing, then go check it out. The more awareness we spread they easier (and probably sooner) the show will get aired.

SGAH
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Saturday, March 1, 2008

   first
First of the month, so, hey. I was in this catatonic state until just now. Now I'm just tired. It's 21:40. The last forty minutes has been spent on my old dog. She's chewing off her foot so I have to keep going upstairs and play doctor. It smells like infection, really, really bad infection. I can't get the smell off my hands. I've pretty much boiled them in soapy water three times. It's really gross. And my parents still can't figure out why I don't want to be a vet. I hate doing that stuff. I do it because someone has to and I'm the only one in this family that can. She's in some pretty bad pain. It's not looking so good for her. It's not the 'put to sleep' pain but it's pain. It'll be warmer tomorrow so hopefully that helps. I wonder if the vet is open tomorrow? And that has been the first of the month.

Epic:
Honestly, I did nothing. I woke up a little later then usual, around 10:00, and my parents were watching Monk and surfing on my laptop. Eight hours of Monk can really knock you off your feet, not in the good way. So I did no work on backstories and I didn't call Unsaid. I couldn't anyway, I can't hear a thing over my phone. Oh, my brother is saying that they called me. They called this morning. Well, thanks for that news now. Sorry, guys, he's not very reliable. He had someone over most of the day. With the thaw tomorrow and Millie hurting I'm not sure how well a meeting will go. I'll try. I should really say something more about Epic for the Epic section. ...Well, now I know what Caleb's wound smelled like pre Epic.

.:The Unsaid Works' EPIC:.

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Friday, February 29, 2008

   weekend post
Yesterday and today I'm a little bit insane, probably with power of some sort. Class last night I think was funnier so I'll save it for later. My mind has already blanked out History this morning, so the source of my insane laughter and oh so wicked twist of a grin driving home comes from the half an hour between classes. I skipped Algebra for four reasons and the fourth was because I was starting to grin the grin of insanity. The other three; sickish, hungry, just didn't want to go. So, waiting to hand in my work so I could leave, this guy that I've talked to twice before started talking to me. And then this woman came up and started talking to us. They started talking and I'd add input every now and then. But I walked out of that conversation as a freaking genuis, a highly motivated dare-devil with a full platter and married parents genius. I guess the way I talk about my parents makes people assume they're divorced. I don't even say much. I said I moved there because of my dad's job and my mom was good at math. That's it and they assumed they were divorced until I said otherwise. I skiied, I played hockey, I sketched dress designs (bored during History), and I could look at the homework and do the problem in my head like it was nothing. And the most wonderful thing of all is that while they were eating from the palm of my hand, they learned nothing of me. They knew my parents were married, that I previously lived on the east coast where I skiied and played hockey, and that I've got a cousin who's ging to be an RN. They don't even know my name. School is like one big con to me. I talk, they drool, and I'm just so incredubly nice and sweet. Yeah, if you knew me then you understand why I start laughing when I get in the car. It's a big con. It makes going berable.
Oh god, now what happened last night at Communications. I came in a second late and he had English 101 basic essay stuff on the board. He talked about this was everything that was wrong that we did except for a few papers. This class, I hate this class but I seriously feel like a super genius in it. Rhetoric, it's common sense. It's simple stuff. So then he pulls out a paper and starts talking about how this guy did this right, and this right, and this right. He just wrote a really great paper. This was his real strong point. And then when he said what the strong point was it was my paper. So, half the class I'm grinning like a maniac because not only did I know I did well on my paper (90) but the prof. had seriously messed up and called me a guy during the first five minutes of the lecture. I have my names listed at the top: Siri, Sam, Dean. Guess which one I use in classes? Siri, it's very feminine, short, unique so I'm never forgotten, and it's a way for my surname to be omitted. If my wrist hurts I just have to write Siri and it'll never get confused. When he was handing back the papers he called my name and looked to the other half of the room because today thee were only girls on my half. The look on his face was priceless, but that's why I didn't correct him when he was speaking. Now I have a understanding with the prof. and he'll be more leniant when he grades my stuff. It's the greatest con, I'm a sweet and likable extremely feminine gay guy according to this school. Well, I probably got rid of the guy thing for good, so now I'm just sweet and likable. Oh, and so soft-spoken. I wouldn't hurt a fly without crying about it later. I'm snickering like crazy right now.

Blue Swallow Productions:
I gave Atticus glasses. I didn't have anyone with glasses in that story and found that very strange. This is a story that I write a chapter or two for every year or every two years. Very slow moving in progress. I got to have fun with old world names. All the last names, except for Atticus's, Rorrim's, and Keyingham's came from the not so local graveyard. The first names bothered me a bit but I got used to them. Victor, Jacob, Laura, June, Malcolm, James, Ethan, Christian, Edward, Morgan, Keyingham, Atticus, and Rorrim. Rorrim and Atticus are related but I haven't figured out how yet. Atticus and Rorrim Egami. This was one of the first stories I started working on that wasn't part of the Mirror Image sagas. I was still very much working on those which is why this never got passed two chapters and why Rorrim is named Rorrim Egami. Signature.

Epic:
I'll work on backstory later today and have a meeting with Unsaid if my phone isn't stupid. I can't use the cell phone anymore until I get the payment thing changed. The last part I wrote for the Zephyr stuff was nothing special. Just showed Ai hanging out in Emre's room while Emre started hanging up his weapon collection on his walls. Emre tells Ai that the first two weapons he ever got was from Shadi and Chik. Ai finds the knife he gave Emre when he was six so Emre tells him about that since he doesn't remember it. Then Emre tells him a little about their grandparents. He tries to get Ai to go talk to Teseo about his questions about his parents but Ai doesn't want to because whenever he tries Teseo or any other adult always thinks he's asking because he's still sad and not because he's curious. Ah-nee comes in and Ai leaves with him. Emre's now bored so he wants to go buy another weapon but doesn't want to go alone. He finds Indigo, insults her for wearing too much make-up (she's eleven so she was playing with it), then finds Alethea. She's reading so he goes into town to find Duscha since she's already there. He finds her and some merchant's son from Milano is flirting shamelessly with her. She's ignoring him but he won't leave. Emre tells him to get lost and duscha asks if all boys are like that. Emre says they are so she should stay away from them for a few years. But he's a bad liar. Duscha still appreciates him trying to look out for her though. Yeah, sappy and unproductive.

.:The Unsaid Works' EPIC:.

SGAH
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