Thursday, September 27, 2007

   dghfdg
Ah, it's like rock love song week or something. Okay, if you're going to listen to love songs you want them to be rock, but it's just seriously not helping right now. I'm trying to find more songs for Epic, just so that I'm doing something for it and don't let it fall under Mirror Image. Well, Epic, doesn't have any use for love songs. Sure, you could twist it so that it's just really funny, but you don't want to force comedy, you want it to just happen. Well, you people have a sense of humor. You know when comedy is forced it's just sad, that's why a lot of the comedy movies aren't so funny these days.

Oh, yuck, and tomorrow is Friday. That stupid horrible class. Listen to me, anyone in college or going into college, don't take Astronomy. It's a waste of time and it'll only tick you off. Hey, if you don't want to lisen to me or think maybe I just got a bad prof. or it's the school, or state, or whatever, you're wrong. I,myself goes to a different school in a different state with a different curriculum, different everything, and she hates it too. It's the class. I wonder if her people have the dead-eyes too? I want to drop this class so bad. If I do they Fridays would be awesome. I'd go to Biology for five hours, come back and eat, call Unsaid Works and talk about Epic (because a Friday would be the perfect time to call for everyone), and then get to watch the new Avatar. Heck, I might even do some Biology or Algebra after my five hours at school, but no. Instead, I go to Biology for five hours, race back to the house to eat (which doesn't happen every Friday), and then go to Astronomy for four hours. Then I get back to the house around 22:30, see if anyone left any leftovers (which never happens), get extremely mad because I'm starving and frustrated, cook food, and then watch Avatar at 0:30. Then the weekend is working on English (lots of writing), Monday is Algebra and it's always a test or quiz. Tuesday is frantically trying to finish the forgotten English. Wensday is English and Algebra. Thursday is Biology homework because that takes hours. Then you're back to Friday and Astronomy homework, which also takes many hours but can only do at night, isn't done.

I've never done homework for Astronomy. For one, my other classes are way more important so they come first. And I've got street lights where I live. I see satelites and sometimes the moon. I'm not going to drive miles away to find a dark spot, no way, not with people getting killed in the town. I'm not getting shot, stabbed, eletricuted, drugged, or hit by some sort of veichel for this class. Yeah, I'll take an 'F' since I can't drop. Stupid insurance.

Okay, I think I complained enough. Wow, another Aerosmith song. Okay, that's it.

SGAH
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

ddghfd
I tried so hard to wake up early for Creative Writing. I set my alarm for 8:25, but killed it and dragged myself out at 9:45. Then at 10:02 I remembered that I had two assignments for that class. I picked the typing one and frantically typed it out, printed it at 10:56. I'm actually typing this really slow because two and a half pages in that time frame, ow. So, then I get dressed in the Eagles throw-back jersey, because they slaughtered the Lions so no one can say anything against them (I live in an area dominated by another NFL team). Last order of business was to turn on my laptop. Out of sheer boredom, I got on the internet and my prof. sent out an e-mail saying class was cancled. I love when class is cancled, but come on. I was proud of my typed out thingy. I used Dice and Snapdragon, which was probably a mistake. I can't do that one until I'm done with Mirror Image, and even then I've got to start focusing on Epic.

Okay, the assignment that I did was the prof. gave you lines and you had to build a story with those as the only speaking lines. It was two people and from the wording and stuff, it sounded a lot like a boyfriend asking his girlfriend to have (and because of younger people I cut off, even though they probably get the missing word). It was just a lot of, 'oh, I do know anymore', and 'but we did it before, I thought this was important to us'. So, when i read the lines in class and saw a lot of my classmates snickering, I knew what most people where going to do for their scene. I went a different way and picked, like I said, Snapdragon and Dice.

For people who don't know, Snapdragon Rambler is a "boss" and Dice Rebels is his protoge. In the actual story, Dice has left Snapdragon to start out on his own. But since this isn't part of the story, just and exercize (because I haven't started writing the story), I changed some things around. Dice is only fourteen, making Snaps twenty three. Dice helped this guy cheat at a poker game he was playing against Snapdragon. Snaps, furious at being cheated, takes Dice with him and hunts the guy down to kill him. So, Snapdragon orders Dice to kill the guy, and Dice, knowing it's not entirely the man's fault, backs down. He keeps thinking about telling Snaps he helped the man, but realises that Snapdragon is going to kill the guy no matter what. So, Dice leaves and Snaps kills the guy.

It actually workd out better then I thought. There were lines like:
Yes, but still...it's not like it's something we've never done before. You've never had a problem before this. (Snapdragon)
And:
Look, I'm not comfortable talking about this here, and now. This isn't the time, it isn't the place. (Dice)

When you just have those lines and nothing else, it does sound like what I said. Those lines don't follow each other. Add the scene, situation, characters, and you get a murder.

[Dice] It's not that, I just feel at times like this isn't going to matter at all, (pause), know what I mean? (Dice still couldn't tell snapdragon it was his fault the man whimpering into the gag was able to cheat.)
[Snapdragon] Yes, (looking slightly confused), but still...it's not like it's something we've never done before. You've never had a problem before this.
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[Dice] I just don't think we should talk about this right now. Not like this. (Snapdragon noticed Dice staring at the captive. Snapdragon gives the captive a kick.)
[Snapdragon] Why not? (snidely) What better time would there be? I honestly think that you'll conveniently forget about it, and we'll never manage to talk about this, because you'll always want to put it off until later. (Snapdragon grinding his heel into the captive's spine while glaring at Dice.)
[Dice] Look, I'm not comfortable talking about this here, and now. (Dice watches the captive's gag and wonders if he said anything to Snapdragon.) This isn't the time, it isn't the place.

Yeah, just some examples. I still think it wasn't a great idea picking them. I should've twisted it into something completely different entirely and used two Epic characters. Oh well.

SGAH
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Tuesday, September 25, 2007

   jdjd
Ah, my trial of Word fell out right in the middle of doing a scenario for Epic. I'm not a very good notary anyway when it comes to this. I do need it to take notes Friday. Friday, I even hate the word now. It's Tuesday and I'm already completely dreadding it. You shouldn't have to live a semester with that kind of dread. The people have like...dead eyes. It's creepy.

In way better news, I'm playing with the idea of writing Unsaid Works on a pair of old jeans and wearing those tomorrow. If I get really bored then I'll probably start drawing on them in class though. It could be fun.

What would be really fun would be to be sitting at Unsaid Works working on Epic. And then when the brain shuts down, you go get lost. Getting lost is awesome. The five of us get into my car, in our usual seatting, and just drive. If you come to a fork or a crossroad, someone shouts out a direction and you take it. Ah, you'd have to do it. Nothing like getting lost in the most rural of places and trying to find your way back. Rock and the red paint saying "Hotter ThAn The Winchesters" on the back wnidshield with the 'A' looking like a pentagram make it even better. Out of state plates and a supreme knowledge of where all the cops sit are added bonuses. This clears up your head and prepares you for what's next in the story better then anything. So, when the ride's over and I'm done making a fool out of myself at the gas pump, we go back to Unsaid Works and surround ourselves with rock music, video games, and junk food. Now, that's how you work.

SGAH
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Monday, September 24, 2007

djd
I can actually say yesterday was good without a sleep break. Wow, I'm tired. I'll get to sleep. I had to reveiw essays for school. I hate reviewing other peoples' essays. It's the profs. job to do that. Ah, well, just give everyone the same lame review.

So, Unsaid Works has been running character scenerios to learn more about our Epic characters. We're starting to come to the conclusion that the story will fall into place the more we know. Well, that's my conclusion. If we work hard on characters and a few spare episodes, it'll all suddenly click. Hey, we're new at this, but we're doing awesome.

I'm actually listening to rock and getting my hands on lyrics to some of the more catchy songs. They play a lot of Aerosmith. They played Aerosmith's "Angel" and I started laughing. I've got a bulldog named Angel, for one. And the song makes me think of guys begging. Zhek, Ai, Inay, you could put that with almost any Epic guy as long as you thought of it in a humorous way. It's just cheesy otherwise. It's funniest with Inay.

So, a little about Inay. Very little, just enough to make that song seem funny. One of Inay's hobbies is to go around begging daughters of wealthy men to marry him. I really mean beg too. If he sees a girl dressed in expensive clothing close to his age, he'll drop to his knees and shuffle over to her and beg to marry her. He doesn't care what they look like, or even if they're in the middle of their wedding, he'll do it. He's pretty polite about it, despit his lack of tact. I'm not sure how much of his hobby will make it into the show, although, this just might save Caleb's life.

SGAH
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Sunday, September 23, 2007

   HAPPY
"Fly, Eagles, Fly"
9:12 2nd quarter
DET 7
PHI 35

Wow, the throw-back jerseys are really ugly but they're working. I'm so happy! Happy, happy, happy! Curtis is doing awesome! They're all doing awesome. We really needed this after the first two games.

I'll post something else later. I know not everyone likes football or the Eagles.
EDIT: We won. 56-21.

SGAH
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Saturday, September 22, 2007

hgdrfgtd
Oh man, I was so mad yesterday that I was almost in tears. I just really hate that class. I got stuck in a group that wasn't to wowwed with the class either, but they must've all had sever ADHA. Instead of doing the project really fast so we could leave, they sat around getting distracted by everything in the room. They ended up breaking the project at the end. When I asked what we were supposed to be doing (trying to give them a hint about working) they asked me what we were supposed to do. They appointed me group leader without be knowing! All because I got a higher grade then them on the test. It was 'true/false', I guessed the whole time. I didn't get a 'B' on purpose.

Well, what made everything better and me all happy again was listening to Torrance's song, thinking of Straweberrians, and watching the new Avatar. It was awesome. It does have a different feel then the beginning of the other seasons. I won't say anymore just incase some people recorded it and haven't seen it yet.

Oh yeah, Strawberrians are part of Unsaid Works' Epic. They got pink hair and light pink eyes. They're also kind of businessy so a lot of the older guys wear business suits. Maybe I,myself will put one up.

SGAH
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Thursday, September 20, 2007

The dreaded Friday is upon us. I used to love Fridays, stupid class. Well, the good news is that book three of Avatar starts up. It'll give me something to look forward too as I'm standing outside on working railroad tracks staring at stars that aren't there. WORKING RAILROAD TRACKS! Okay, okay, I'm better. I'm calming down. But seriously, it's...it's asinine! Even if you got off the tracks, you'd get sucked into the slipstream. Well, I guess they wouldn't know that since that don't agree with science. A train comes, I'm diving down the hill. Simple.

Oh man, I was so mad the other day though. I was driving on the backroads to get to class, and I got stuck behind this old dude that was going the speed limit. Dude, if you want to go the speed limit then go drive on a road that gets patroled by cops. The unpatrolled curvy backroads are for me to perfect my tire squealing. How the heck do you drive thirty on a straight shot anyway? I probably sounded kind of reckless, well, only to the untrained eye. I'm in total control all the time. Actually, when I'm going slower I'm swerving everywhere because the roads here are arched to keep water off. It's really a bad idea. The whole car is completely off balance and you have to fight the wheel. When I'm going fast, especially around curves, it all evens out.

Something I don't get though is why the people stop on the train tracks to look for the train. Or they go really really slow. I just jump over the stupid things. Sure, you can mess up your alignment, but it's better then being hit with a train. And not all of the tracks have the lights and the bars here. You actually do have to watch for the train.

Um, I think I complained about this place and class enough. Time to do something else, just because I'm bored and I'm avoiding homework that I can't even do. I'm a college student! I don't want, or need, or should have to, draw freaking constallations! Okay, okay, I'm done. Um, I haven't talked about Unsaid Works or Epic in awhile. Things are definately moving, just very very slow. It's not easy with me being seven hundred miles away from the rest of the team. They can all plan stuff out, and I can think of junk, but it's not that easy. Unsaid Works is over there, with the TV, and the radio, and posters, and walls. But, let's see, I can list my characters' names for the fun of it. Then when I start going on about one of them, people will know where they're from.

I do, we do, talk about our characters as if they're real. That's just the most effective way to make them realistic. I won't do last names, because some are going by different ones and i don't remember most of them anyway.

Teseo (m)
Ratri (f)
Emre (m)
Duscha (f)
Indigo (f)
Alethea (f)
Ai (m)
Anastasius (m)
Nayeli (f)
Zhek (m)
Koji (f)
Caleb (m)
Inay (m)
Aurelius (m)
Adellenine (f)
Aurora (f)
Borealis (m)
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Aleksei (m)
Ketsuenhi (m)
Onitane (m)
Juneau (f)
Corona (m)
Nyusha (f)
Daniel (m)
Jedrek (m)
Lanca (f)
Clementine (f)
Koukalaka (m)
Raelene (f)
Twili (m)
Raelene-Picese (f)
Aries (m)

I probably got more, but they'd by in the bottom par of the list. Those are characters that are only in backstories, or may be meantioned by an above character. Like Aleksei, Aleksei will definately be meantioned since Zhek and Koji are his parents. You'd probably not see hm in the show because he's like four.

I put whether they were a boy or girl, because with some of the names you wouldn't be able to tell. I know a few people on here like Japan, and in Japan Ai is a girl name and Koji is a boy name. Neither are Japanese, in fact, Japan, USA, Europe, none of that even exsists in the show. Koji is named 'koji' because she is an orphan. It wasn't her original name, but she can't remember not being called Koji. Ai's full name is Ai von Bavol, 'love of the wind'. All von Bavols have names that come to a meaning.

Well, most of my charaters have names that come to a meaning. Zhek, Koji, Nayeli, Aurora, Borealis, and Adellenine are these exceptions. Aurora, Borealis, and Adellenine have surnames I found in the graveyard. Zhek and Koji's name is Vosyem, which is 'eight' in Russian. Her name was Ko before so that it was 'orphan child'. Nayeli has no last name.

Caleb's name translates out to 'dog of the fire god'. It's actually very important to his character. Inay's name means 'god of the requiem'. Again, important. and Aurelius's last name is Vitrail, 'stained glass window'. Stained glass is pretty.

SGAH
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007

yfyd
I actually want to write right now, but I had a paper to type so my head was getting all bugged up with that. In the past it wouldn't have mattered, the boys could've just been all mad about having to do a paper or test for school, but now they're not kids anymore and dont go to school. Their kids go to school, but it's summer and they don't got to the good old boarding school like their parents. I kind of left off at a bad time too. A couple people just died and stuff like that. This part is also so much harder just because it's so rough. Mirror Image has been around forever. It was no problem writing out Luke, Hunter, and Nevada when it came to that. This part was more of a wrap up deal. It's not the actual story. The story's finish. It's been finished since like June fifth or something. It had a good long run too, it's weird for my that it's over. The boys started out as terribly reckless thirteen year olds boardering on delinquient, and ended, well it ended differently for each of them. They were all adults, married, kids. Before I ended it, I read the earliest stuff I had (they were like sixteen/seventeen since the even earlier stuff got lost), and then the suff I was writing at that point. I couldn't believe the differance. They were the same characters, you could clearly see that, but they were wiser and mature. Except Luke, he was wiser and more mature but he hid it really really really well. The foreshadowing was cool too. i did that without knowing. I always do it without meaning to, that's like the only thing about my own stuff that I really like. Other then that it's all completely mediocre, but I'm not writing to make a living. I do it because I'm so incredubly bored and have weird dreams, although those are going away now that I'm almost done wrapping up the loose ends in the Mirror Image saga.

Oh, since I meantioned the foreshadowing I'll give an example, because I'm bored and this is my site. Shihaisha no Chi (I don't feel like going into it) it meantions in the very first chapter about a certain character's eye color, which is a reddish brown. I always thought his eyes were awesome so I always meantion the color if someone's meeting him for the first time. People always doubt he's a human because his eyes are all funny. The last chapter in Shihaisha no Chi, ends with this character turning into a crazed demigod with red eyes. I didn't even catch it until I went back through to spell check the first time. I don't go near that story too much. It was me playing around to see if physical damage or emotional damage had more of an impact on a character. It's just yucky.

SGAH
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Monday, September 17, 2007

djdjd
Got Algebra. I hate Algebra. I'm only glad for the time. It's supposed to be an hour twenty minutes but we always get out after an hour. Or, I do. As soon as any prof. says, 'I think that's all for the today, you could go if', I'm gone. I sit near the door in almost every class so I can get out easy. I probably have a quiz. I've got two test due but I didn't do them. They're online and that program got kicked off for having bugs. They don't count for much so it's no big deal. We're doing some kind of stupid graphing thing. I don't remember what it was since I wasn't paying attention. I'm not sure where my life will lead me, but I do know that I'm not going to be using any sort of graphing. Yeah, if I get lucky I'll get most of the answers right. I can't get an 'A' so I'll shoot for a 'B'. You know you're life's boring when you're posting about what Algebra grades you're aiming for on a quiz. Oh well, it'll pick up. School just sort of drags everything down until it's out. I think they need to change theeducation methods or something. School comes and everyone starts getting all depressed, frustrated, and angry. I get angry, especially on Fridays. I'm not stuck like high school kids are except for Fridays. Oh man, do I hate school. It was seriously a prison for me. It's still a prison. At least in college I don't have to deal with all the gossip and rumors. They don't do that. They don't even do the groups or the clothes thing. No one cares anymore about that stuff. They're too poor from paying six hundred dollars for books and having to pay rent. That's the nice thing about college, no high school junk. Well, people are also a lot more stressed out. That's kind of a downside. And then you get the bomb threats starting in April or May. If you've ever had a bomb threat when you were in school, you'll notice it's always when all the big tests are coming up. I remember when I was in eighth grade, bomb threats everytime there was an exam at the end of the year. Every day we'd have to go stand outside and let the cops look around the school. We had our first one September 13th though. They did it becuse 9/11 just happened. Yeah, well, where I was living at the time we had snow in September. They should've looked for the kid wearing the coat to figure out who was doing it. Yeah, so, school sucks and it always will. Bite down and go as fast as you can.

SGAH
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Sunday, September 16, 2007

   ahtgf
I don't know what to say. I know that I have something to say, I just can't make my fingers type them out. I've got some sort of weird twisted problem. I'm suppose to write a personal essay for English. It just has to be one life changing event. The problem, I don't want to remember my past. I like the idea of going forward in life, you know? Living in the moment, chasing wild ideas, getting the most in a moment, freedom. You don't get that if you get caught up looking at what you did and didn't do.

Parts of my life are so weird that no one would believe it if I picked one of those. Here's a great example, when I was an eighth grader I was accused of murder by my classmates. Not just murder, but muder I would've commited as a ten year old. It was probably the craziest rumor about me at the time. The year before everyon was convinced the Mob and Feds were fighting over me. I obviously went to a school of really dumb people.

It's not so much the unbelievable rumors that boher me. When I was a seventh grader a friend of mine shot himself in the head. I still can't understand why he'd do something like that. I still get mad about it and blame myself. I should've seen it coming. I should've done something. But I didn't. I went to school and found out later that day, in math. They announced it over the intercom. Not the best tact. I didn't cry. I was really shocked, but even after it sunk in I couldn't cry. I wanted to, but I was angry then. I get it better now, but then I was just so mad at him. For almost a week after he killed himself, I hated him. Other friends were crying, his little sister, his mother and father, they were all sad. It wasn't there fault. When someone really wants to die, they do it. that entire week after he died, I was seen as a cold and heartless b____. I was being very cold, but like I said, back then for that week I hated him. I thought it was something very selfish for him to do. He didn't care how it was going to affect everyone when he was gone. He didn't care that I was getting everyone mad at me for being so cold. He didn't care that he was going to miss his little sister grow up and get married. Nope, it was all about him. He felt bad, so he died.

Well, of course, I'm a lot older and wiser now. I see how cold and selfish I was being in turn, thinking of how it affected everyone. Maybe if I was less selfish I would've seen the signs and I could've helped him. I could've told him that what he was feeling wasnt worth dying for. I have moments when I'm sad, depressed, and feel totally useless, but I would never end it like that. I could've said that to him. It's never worth ending it. All these things pass. Even the heavily abused and sick know life just has so much more to it.

A wish of mine is for everyone to just sit and do nothing for five minutes. Just sit outside and look at the world as if you've opened your eyes for the first time. You'll feel good, even if you're lookig at a scrap yard or something on a rainy day. Living isn't about the large scale, it's about all the small things. It's these that build a life. I wish I told him that. I wish I could've helped him. Well, I guess wishing isn't going to help me. I'm alive. Heck, I'm alive and trapped in a live I hate, but I'm still alive. I can change my life to my liking if I work at it. Bill can't. I lost my friend, but I won't let it stop me. I'm done with looking back. I'm going forward.

SGAH
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