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:.

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