Titles from Mr. Edgar Allan Poe's phenomenal work The Raven. It has come to my immediate attention that I have neglected to fulfill my quota of poems by Sir Poe, of course the neglect was partly due to a series of unforeseen unfortunate events and my habitual proneness of forgetfulness, nonetheless, I have decided to post, in this new century, one of his works known as The Haunted Palace (I just read it yesterday, a part of it, in The Fall of the House of Usher, seemed pretty good), so I'll let fine persons such as yourselves read it at the end of this entry. Or skip to it, which ever catches your fancy. :) So! It is the year two-thousand and eight (2008). Anyone have any New Years resolutions? Me, I have none. Don't have time for them and don't have the patience for them either. (Which should be fact enough to know I need them, but I'm just to pig-headed :D ). Nope, this year I'm going to a just go with the flow and swim with the fishies. All I'm gonna do is write, draw, read, watch movies, get annoyed, and write some more. Then perhaps in the year two-thousand and nine I'll declare world domination. Should be easier then since I'd be able to drive at that time. :D Sounds like a golden plan to me! Bye-cha. Kayla. The Haunted Palace by Edgar Allan Poe In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace-- Radiant palace--reared it's head. In the monarch Thought's dominion-- It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow, (This--all this--was in the olden Time long ago,) And ever gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumped and pallid, A winged odor went away. Wanders in that happy valley, Through two luminous windows, saw Spirits moving muscally, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting (Porphyrogene!) In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen. And all with pearl and ruby glowing, Was the fair palace-door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty, Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their King. But evil things, in robes of sorrowm Assailed the monarch's high estate. (Ah, let us mourn!--for never morrow Shall dawn upon his desolate!) And round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time enrombed. And travellers now, within that valley, Through red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through pale doors A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh--but smile no more.
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Free Bird by my all time favorite Southern rock band: Lynyrd Skynyrd. I have their thirty years of great hits CD. Nearly burned it up. Be my second one if the little bugger succeeded. How was everyone's Christmas? Holly and jolly? Get plenty to eat? :D That's good. I got everything I wanted minus the notebook and iPod. Bummer. Ah wells, I got two gift cards and birthday money to spend at Barnes & Nobels. Booyah!! *triumphant pose* And, brother and I got an extra gift card to Hastings which means I can get a CD. And I have just the one in mind. >:3 Besides the gift cards, I got a ceramic doll, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End, Avril Lavigne's new CD, coffee and mugs, a stress ball, a thick Jane Austen book that contains Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, and Emma, and I also got...um...oh! and a nutcracker and a globe shaker. That's from Mum and Colonel. From Mammaw I got: purple sweats, a jewelry box, and one of the two gift cars. From Papa John I got a make-up bag (which one of my cousins, Emily, loved to death) and a flying, Styrofoam helicopter. That's it. :D No iPod or notebook...or new desktop tower. I did, however, get to see my new little cousin. ^/\^ I got to see Cash! I got to see Cash! And I got to tease his mama all day! *wags tongue* It was so fun! We were all just poking fun at her. Well, I was, don't know if anyone else was but I was. It was nice though. On Christmas Eve night we didn't go to Mammaw's, choosing to have an early Christmas with her that same day, we went to a place called Garvan Woodland Garden's where they had Christmas lights out. It was cool. It pleased mama so I guess it wasn't too bad. She made us pose. Bleck! XP I hate posing for pictures, especially when mama has a camera. Then on Christmas day we went to Mammaw's for lunch. First one's there! Then one of my cousins came with her two kids and poor husband, then the rest of them started filing in. We sat, ate, and gossiped like always. Then the next day, the twenty-sixth, Mum and I went to Comp USA cause it was going out of business. I got some RW-CD's and a new mouse pad for William, he really needed the pad. It has an iceberg on it! ^_^ Yes, I know that's senile but it's really cool. It'd be cooler if they didn't have this stupid black bar advertising heaven-knows-what across it! But that's nothing...yet. ^_^ Then today I started stacking my boxes in to my closet (they were shoved in to a corner in my room) when I was so rudely interrupted by the realtor who wanted to show the house! Who wants to buy a house this so late in December and right after Christmas?! It wasn't to pleasing as I put everything back. That was annoying. Then we loaded up the dog and drove to Hot Springs where we took these *cough* "pig-trails" *cough* to everywhere. Brother actually said: "Are we still in Arkansas? Are we even in the US?" Yes, brother's crazy. Then we got in to this long discussion about how redneck it was out there. I just didn't want the old relic known as a van to break down! All though, there was this logging company back there...but we made it out alright as you can see me typing this. Anyways, I'm gonna finish what I started tomorrow. *sigh* And I was hoping to get it all done today. :( It's an American tragedy! Speaking of American tragedies (if you can call it such), what do ya think of the new blog look? I think it looks good, got a few kinks to work out, but it's good. Got rid of that hideous yellow. XP I loath yellow. Pink is a saint compared to that wretched color! Bleck! Drama over. I decided that since it's going in 2008 I oughta change my avie and blog look. I'll probably change them later on, but a new look to brink in the New Year. ... How corny was THAT? Well, Mum's off for another week (have mercy) and won't be going back till seven days after New Year's. She's already talking about draggin poor bother and I around everywhere in the state of Arkansas. I think I heard her say something about arrowhead hunting. /:) Can we say "American tragedy"? Thought so. Well, pray for me. I might not survive. Seriously. I could be dead before the New Year's even comes! Yes, there's the drama again. *sigh* To the doom. Bye-cha. Kayla. P.S. I forgot. On the sidebar, under "Places to Visit" (which was formally known as "links") I've added links to my short stories. I haven't checked to make sure they're still good or not, but I'm to tomorrow. It's eleven and I'm tired. But anyways, if anyone wants to read those then their they are. Now I'm going to bed. I can't keep up these all nighters. G'night. December 28 P.S.S. I just checked out the links and they're working so if you want to go read the short stories by all means knock yourselves out. I have to go unload the car now.
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Christmas gift suggestions:
To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect. ~ Oren Arnold
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store? What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more? ~ Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas
A Christmas Blessing During this Christmas season:
May you be blessed
With the spirit of the season,
which is peace,
The gladness of the season,
which is hope,
And the heart of the season,
which is love. ~ Anon.
Two things upon this changing earth can neither change nor end; the splendor of Christ's humble birth, the love of friend for friend. ~ Anon.
Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen. ~ Author unknown, attributed to a 7-year-old named Bobby
Then Bob proposed: "A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!" Which all his family re-echoed. "God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all. ~ Charles Dickens in A Christmas Carol
I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. ~ Ebeneezer Scrooge, A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world! ~ Charles Dickens in A Christmas Carol
And he cried: "A merry Christmas to all! And to all a goodnight!" ~ The Night Before Christmas
Bye-cha. Kayla.
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Ah, how true. Those who fight battels with their minds and wits have conquered those who fight battles with blood and sweat. Though that says nothing of the Cold War. How can you expect to win a war without death? It's enevetable. There's another quote: "All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near. " And if you've seen The Godfather then you know this one: "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." ... O_O I'm starting to sound like my brother. Bleck! XP The first two quotes are from the Sun Tzu and the last is from The Godfather.
Speaking of The Godfather, I stayed up till three o'clock last night watching it. Didn't wake up till nine today. Which is good 'cause I'm gonna stay up Monday night to watch another movie: The Curse of the Golden Flower. It's a foriegn film with subtitles. Love those foriegn films. Then...I guess that's all the movies I have timed. Well, wait. There's Desert Punk, but the Colonel timed that, not me. Which is good too cause I don't watch it smack-dab in the middle of the night. Uhh, sorry. I like movies. ;p
So this past week's been interesting. Earlier in said week I got new glasses, Mum forced me against my will. Turns out my eyesight got worse. Soon I'll be having those big, thick lensed glasses. Then the day after that she drug me to Burlington Coat Factory where she forced me (yet again) to get a new coat. I about threw a hissy-fit when I couldn't choose a camoflauged coat from the men section. Then I started going off on how I am NOT going to wear a dead rat on my shoulders ("If I want a dead animal on me I'll go out and kill and skin it myself!"), then I started going off on how the coat's looked too "girlie". I think I said something about how degrading it was for women not to have a decent coat. Then, after five minutes of looking and ranting, I found the perfect one and now I am content. (Phfffffftt). Then, later on in the week, we went to Pines Mall where I got all my Christmas shopping done. Let's see...for Mum I got her: the new Trans-Siberian Orchestra CD, the new Alan Jackson CD, and a pin. Brother got her a pin, a VInce GIll CD, and a radio. Then for him I got: a movie and Josh Turner CD. He looooveees Josh Turner. So, yup, it was a good day. I got Inu-Yasha vol. 31 'cause you can't expect to take me to a place where a Waldons (the only Waldons in the center part of the state of Arkansas to my knowledge, mind you) is and not expect me to get at least one manga. So, yup. I'm semi-happy. Glad the week's gone.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed on Once Upon A December. ^__^ Glad you all loved it. I was really worried that it wouldn't meet anyone's approval, but thank you all. In the way of other writings I'm slowly rewriting Classified Document 61 (previously Classified Document 16), it's very, very slow. The document is over twenty-five pages long and has lots of discription, which is a bit of a surprise on my behalf 'cause I suck at writing discription. I'm also working on the Character document, it's a bit scattered and chopped up so I'm trying to get it glued together...and I'm using "Super Glue". ;P All my short stories are at a stand still as I pick and prod'em like you would to see if a mackerel is actually dead. So don't expect another short story till Spring or Summer. In the way of drawing, I'm basically carrying my pad around and doodling. It's the First Stage known as Slacking Off. ;d
Well, guess that's all I can think of to say. Gonna meander about here. TRY to get my junk in to my closet, do the laundry, string up hotwire (I really need to do that), clean, write, stare aimlessly at the computer screen, and fight with my brother while taking care of my sick Mum. *sigh* I'm gonna go eat some ramen.
Bye-cha. Kayla.
*Later*
Whelp! Just got done putting up the Christmas tree. It went fairly well. Brother had to be the first one to put the presents under the tree, of course he couldn't have waited to get scotch tape...so he used masking and electric tape. Very intriging. The blue clashes with the red. Since Mum doesn't have a stocking I decided to let her use the cat's. She seems happy. Of course we put Coop's stocking up, seeing as how he's the only dog. Might have to go buy brother another present since he got me three. *sigh* Guess I'll have to get the game Gun after all. Oh, brother.
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I don't know who sings that and I'm too tired to look it up. Yeah, lazy. It's a pretty good song though.
So! Before we get this shin-dig on the road I have an announcement: I have a new second baby cousin, Cash Parker. I'm gonna call him Money-Money. >:P Both mother and child are doing fine, tired as is expected. Cash was born to one of my cousins who use to torture me (she tied me up in my jumper because I didn't want to hear her sing) and everyone is flabberghasted and over joyed. I'm personally jumping out of my skin. I'm trying to nominate myself to be the baby-sitter. >:D
Things have been rough here lately. Everyone's pushed to their limit and being pushed farhter. I actually have a headache from all the pushing, shoving, tripping, and biting. And my hand hurts! *cries* But besides all the chaos I'm working on that winter story.
I actually had to start a new short story because the other one I couldn't change unless changing the whole plot and everything. And I liked the plot. So I'm typing up a new one when I can. Look for it in my next post. hoping it turns out right. It better. -__- I've also been changing character names. (Not good) I'm by far confuzzeled with it all. Off the computer I've been doing character specs and dates. Oh, gahs, dates are terrible. I think I've finally got them in the order I want, probably not. And I've been drawing. I'm making another collage. ^/\^ It's fun. Fun, fun, fun till they take the paper away. Fun, fun, fun.
Well, that's it. Got stuff to do today. Catch ya'll on the flip-flop.
Bye-cha. Kayla.
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If anyone can guess the name of the song and what it's from I'll give you a sucker. >:3 It's really easy if you know your movie history. Boy am I tired. I'm beyond tired. I'm to the point where "even a hare will fight back if you corner him" tired. Okay, maybe not as poetic as that, but I'm close. It's the backlash from the drugs. Mum and Brother are sick and I woke up with the sniffles (like I do on a cold, rainy, November day). Anyways, boring, short story short: I took a Bendryl. Right now, Mum's watching Nicolas Cage and Brother's in his room screaming at the PS2. And I have claimed my territory: Will. >:3 We've been going thru boxes picking out things to get rid of. Got some stuff for a man we know, he gives them to...people. ... *blank look* Still got some boxes to go thru, but I'll do that later. Preferably sometime before Mum moves the Safari. *sigh* Such is the life. I've been doing lots of research for my already-to-thick book. *rolls eyes* Since it's going to be a parallel world I have to get acquainted with a few states and countries. Especially New York, Illinois, Baton Rouge, New Orleans, California, and Mississippi. Though Baton Rouge and New Orleans are runners up on being voted off the island at the moment. :3 I'd tell why but I don't think it's such a good idea. It'll be great when it's finished though. I still have to figure out the whole time parallel thing. Might have to look that up too. Oh, and I also have to come up with alternative names to a few things, I think. Not totally sure about that. Might just pull a Howl's Moving Castle or ... some other name of a book I can't remember. It'd be much easier, but I wanna keep it original! *whines* Originality is everything, after all. Manhattan is quite fascinating, already told Mum I might live there. :d Then my lovely, caring, kind mother suggested I await awhile till my clothes were washed. You can tell we love each other to the death, right? Anyways, I have to go. Gots lots and lots of research to do. Gots to make up characters, delete characters, acquainted characters, and make up names for various things. I also have to create a military and, um, yeah. That's all I'm gonna say. ... ... ... Dang! I'm outta peppermints. ( <--- famous last words). ~.^ Bye-cha. Kayla.
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Announcer: *clears throat to speak into mic.* "We enter in to a dimly lit dining room (recently converted in to a den) where we see furniture shoved astary and various peppermint wrappers peppered here and there, telling the tale of the events of the day. We see Kayla-sama sitting in the computer chair staring at the screen, flipping thru the various one-hundred and eighty-nine channels; occasionlly stopping when she spots an interesting program to autotune it. Suddenly, she stops. Her eyes are wide as saucers as she sees a movie on Cartoon Network. Like magic she works the autotune. Once the timer is set and secure, she falls in to a dead faint, high on Cloud 9 where the dreams roam free." O.O We - have -Direct - TV now. ... Booyah! Ha-cha! Woo-hoo! Tiki-tiki tembo! Ricky had a cow! *dances* You can tell I'm excited, right? :D Brother and I have been watching it non-stop for a whole week. We've watched new movies, old movies, movies we've seen a hundred times but wanted to see again because we can! \^O^/ Bursting with happiness here. Okay, for your sake, I'll calm down ... a bit. Just a tad, not too much though. So, we have Internet access now, as you can see. Mum's sick. Sick people are annoying. All you want them to do is to take their meds, go to bed, and sleep for the rest of the day and to leave you to your own devices. But no. Mum has to CLEAN. She's sick and she wants to dust. *grits teeth* Honestly, I only have her best interest at heart. (So said the girl who asked said mother if she was thirsty so she could open up her birthday bottle of Coke 'cause said girl was thirsty before said mother ... and that really doesn't make too much sense, huh?) Moving on. Oh, on my story, I decided to with a parallel world. First world is going to be the Real World and the second one is going to be Engwateague. I hate parallel worlds, but it's the only thing I can think of that will keep the story on track. All I really gotta do is tweak it a bit. *grumbles* It's turning in to Ear-Tweak. Ooooh, speaking of stories, I promised one when I got back, ne? All right, here's a short story from the Brothers Grimm. It's called: The Golden Key. One winter, when the snow was very deep, a poor boy had to go outside and gather wood on a sled. After he had finally collected enough wood and piled it on his sled, he decided not to go home right away because he was so fronzen. He thought he would instead make a fire to warm himself up a bit. So he began scraping the snow away, and as he cleared the ground he discovered a small golden key. Where there's a key he knew there must be a lock. So he dug further in to the ground and found a little iron casket. If only the key will fit! he thought. There are bound to be precious things in the casket. He searched but could not find a keyhole. Then, finally, he noticed one, but it was so small he could barely see it. He tried the key, and forunately, it fit. So he began to turning it, and now we must wait until he unlocks the casket completely and lifts the cover. That's when we'll learn what wonderful things he's found. :D Love those Grimm brothers. Bye-cha. Kayla.
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'Ello! This is a quick entry explaining my brief absense. I'm probably making a moutain out of a mole hill. *sigh* Here goes: I won't be on for a week or two, a month at the max. I can't exactlly explain why 'cause of, um, past histories and all, but it's gonna be really hard and really frustrating and every word that goes with annoyed and angry. Yeah...that's as much as I can say. But I'll be back! One of these days. Maybe I'll have some short stories or another preview ready. :D Yes, I'm trying to bribe ya'll, is it working? XP
Have a good day.
Bye-cha. Kayla.
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*snort* Yeah, "meaningful conversations, meaningful conversations". I have a habit of repeating myself twice in the same sentence, especially when I'm talking to myself. This is part of a conversation I had in my head, the only part I could remember at least. I think it had something to do with Engwateague. Either that or I was upset and trying to calm myself down, which never actually works for some strange reason. You think lying to yourself would be convincing but it's not! Kinda like what Howl has to do to do something he really doesn't want to do. Convince himself he's not doing it even though he is...which is basically lying to yourself. Am I going in circles here or what? Sooo...a lot's been happening in the real life but it's confidential. No surprise. However, I can divulge that a carnival at a public school is hardly fun unless they have "car bashing" with a sledge hammer. Yes, then it begins to get fun. :D Yesterday Mum's school had a carnival and we got to work the ring toss booth. Woo-hoo? It was boredom. The only good parts were whacking the car and stealing cokes and candies. :d The bubble gum’s delicious! We made it out of there in two hours with all our limbs still intact. Kinda odd 'cause we were busy. Who knew the ring toss was so famous? Probably cause we were the only ones giving away drinks, but that was only if you won. A lot of people won too, but we also gave cokes to kids we already had, which we weren't suppose too. At the end of the day though, I was rewarded (with another girl) three bags of candy and three tubs of glow-in-the-dark goop. Yes, I'm having fun with the goo. So, let's see, I whacked a car four times (once with a sledge hammer and the other time with a bat), I nicked candy from the candy bowl more then once and I also quenched my parched throat with the first prize (okay, not really. I just wanted the MD), and got rewarded with sugar to create cavities and slime for the mutt to eat. All in all, it was a good day. Even if we didn't get to go to my great-aunts house. In other news: I've finished all my books 'cept for the Brothers Grimm, the two samurai books, and Douglas Adams one. Don't think I'll be able to read the Adams book, though. Ah well, I was just curious to see how many books it held. :D Yes, I often check out books 'cause I'm curious as to what they really are exactly. Yes, I'm well aware that you can do this at the library; however, I find the library highly distracting. Yes, I know that's sad. It's also amusing and ironic. Yes, I know I’m wandering off track. To further "wander off track" I'm gonna rant and rave about me story. "Chewing gum is really gross, chewing gum I hate the most." Ahhh...there, got that quote out of me noggin'. The story is...slow, it's really, really slow. 'Cause I've been drawing. :D Creating the image character of the weapons master with a bun is very hard and interesting. I also have to draw her apprentice and must debate if they're related or not. I'm thinkin'...distant kin or suttin' like that. Ino. *shrugs* I got to many people in my story that are related. Too many, too many. So, there's that excuse, the other one is that I'm reading the Brothers Grimm. And I got an idea for a short, non-canon story swimmin' around in me head like a fishy in a bowl of clear, cool water. (I've been doing those analogies all day). Also, I just don't have the drive to type something. I'm too tired, miserable, annoyed and only wanna go back to bed and sleep till Gabriel comes down and blows his golden trumpet...or at least till Halloween. I love Halloween. Only holidays I like are New Years and Halloween, and New Years for a reason only my family and friends will know. Can't wait till Wednesday though. We're gonna buy horror movies. *cackles* No, we're not going trick-or-treating or to haunted houses. Mum says we're to old for tick-'r-treating (phffffft) and I don't like haunted houses. Yes, for a horror movie fan, I hate spook houses. I got lost in a haunted corn maze with my mum, bro, and dad once. That was horror enough with out people revving chainsaw's in your ear and jumping out like Jason, thank you very much. ... Oh, last year, for Halloween, brother and I decided to create a haunted house from the concrete in our backyard. Yes, I know you people are wondering why we had three maybe five tons of concrete in our backyard, but that's a different story. Anyways! There were three cans of spray paint that we kinda "borrowed without permission but with every intention of bringing them back...empty". So, yes, we spray painted the slabs of cement till dark when we went in and told our mother proudly what we were doing and revealed our ingenious, if not slightly asinine, plans. Ever OSHA's best student, she pointed out that it was unsafe 'cause the concrete could "disengage" while someone was walking on it and they could fall and hurt and/or kill themselves. She also pointed out that she refused to take care of a lawsuit. Yes, we still love her even if she did pop our money-making bubble. So that was the time brother and I decided to make a haunted house. And the moral of this story is: Don't tell your parents when you decide to make a spook house out of the tons of concrete in your backyard. Just let them find out. >:B This is Halloween! >:D Bye-cha. Kayla.
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A quote from my dear Colonel. I'm rather fond of caps, especially my brothers. He has this one hat that's black and orange and OCC. Very stylish. *nods* If you don't get it in the rain. If it gets rained on then you're not gonna like it too much. >.<
Okay! So, do to the Real World Syndrome I've been busy and tired. Last weekend was very productive. Saturday we went to the library. Woo-hoo! I got: Howl's Moving Castle and the sequal Castle in the Air by Dianna Wynne Joans, The Complete Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm translated by Jack Zipes, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (books 1-5) by Douglas Adams, The Book of the Samurai: The Warrior Class of Japan by Stephen R. Turnball, Samurai: The Weapons and Spirit of the Japanese Warrior by Clive Sinclaire, and two manga: My Dead Girlfriend by Eric Wright and the second volume of Bizenghast. They're not technically authentic manga cause they didn't come from
On Sunday we didn't go to church. We stayed up too late so we slept in. Then, our washer gave out and had to go to a Laundromat. On a Sunday! Mum thought it was annoying, I thought it was amusing. Then we got home after two hours and our air conditioner was set on Celsius! For cryin' out loud! It was workin' three days ago (granted it's been really cold, but that's not the point!) Anyways, Sunday wasn't a good day for us. No matter how amused I was in the beginning.
Anyways, that was a "wonderful" dose of RWS. In the "Happy World" (watch, I'm gonna be singin' that song in a minute or two) I'm flip-floppin' again. ^_^ I'm writing down rather amusing arguments with myself in an effort to work out the kinks in my story. It's highly exasperating, especially when I get a new idea. See, in the "Real World" (I dubbed the Real World "Real World". *rolls eyes*) it's easy to write 'cause everything is right there. For example, part of my story involves the Cold War and World War II. These wars already happened and the events are known so it's easy to follow. But in the "Fake World" there's no such thing as the Cold War or World War. I mean, there are wars like it, but it's not exactly the same. Especially when the story concerns the people involved. So it's really annoying ‘cause I have to bend and warp the country to my liking which calls for a
Bless my poor mother's soul! She made me a pot of coffee. T.T I think I have a new found love for Mum. *sniffs* So heart warming.
Bye-cha. Kayla.
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As I sit here staring at the computer screen with red, blurry eyes, chugging down my second and final cup of coffee for the morning, typing away with my poorly abused fingers who are threating a revolution, I can't all but help think: "Clean ... clean ... clean ... " Yup! I'm one of those people who have too clean their living quarters till they shine like the military barracks during a rampaging Drill Sergeant before I can so much as even type a word. :D (Excluding, but not limited too: Notes, quotes, memos, Facebook, and updating blog). So! Let's get this over with before the lightin' strikes Will and I throw a hissy fit.
Not much has happened in the Real World. We had a little trouble with the gas company (I was nice) that has been reduced to a minimum threat, till Mum gets her head right at least. (Yikes!) -- Colonel, Mum, and I watched The Crow and Nightmare on Elm Street: The Final Nightmare last night. (Suppose to be where Freddy FINALLY dies, but we all know he pops up in another Elm Street movie and again in Freddy vs. Jason, and he doesn't even DIE in that one! *rolls eyes* Honestly! Michael Myers dies more times then Freddy!) That Nightmare movie was creepy. It wasn't scary it was just...creepy. Freddy was playing video games! What kind of villain plays video games when he’s supposed to be all evil?! I do believe Wes Craven has lost it. Yup, that's it. -- The State Fair's in town, but we're not going. Nope. Instead we're gonna kick-up our heels at the Rodeo. (Where ever that is). Colonel is excited, course he just got his magazine yesterday and it could be that. -.-U
In my little Happy World (*snort*) the writing has slowed down. I'm just basically reading documents now. (Which is a good thing 'cause all writers need to re-read what they write 'cause Microsoft Word isn't as full-proof as we like to think. ^_^ (This is my "Deadly Smile") Right?) Plus, I found some interesting tid-bits I keep forgetting about. (Don't tell Mum, but I shanghaied her writing books. Shhh...) I am, however, changing some of the names in said book. We're back to the ol' plan of Deleting Characters and Making New Ones (Which Really Doesn’t Need to Be Done but the Author Is Bored and Wants Too). I can do that. I'm an author! XD *steel pipe* Ow. XP Okay, okay. *rubs head* I'll be a GOOD GIRL ... for now. XP (When the mother is away the child will play).
Ooooooooooh! Before I forget (which I will) Mum, Colonel, and I passed the Hunter's Ed. course. :D We now have a big orange card that says we passed the test and can get our license without fail. (Highly doubt Mum and I will). I think everybody passed 'cept for a few people. The card is only temporary, valid for thirty days, they're sending the real thing in the mail. Which reminds me... (Note to Self: Ask Mum about the mail problem.)
So! That's everything (some of it). I'm gonna go clean the trailer and drink my coffee. Jup, that's what I'm gonna do 'cause the coffee is getting cold and the radio station's morning program is getting short. ... And I'm out of double-A batteries. Dang.
Bye-cha. Kayla.
*Edit: 11:00 A.M.*
Miss Jordan reminded me of something in a comment she left about my story. I was going to leave a preview of the first chapter (part of it), but kinda forgot. ^.^U So...without further delay (if only slightly) I give you the first three sentences of Chapter One (slightly edited)! (Remember everyone, if you see something wrong don't hesitate to tell. Please and thank you! ^_^ (Remember the "Deadly Smile"?)
One could already guess that this girl was up to no-good as she scurried across the castle way, watching her step as she did so. Anyone who wasn't blind could tell she was of some threat as a katana hung loose at her left side. The black metal sheath slapped at her camouflaged leg in a rhythm, a hand grasping the cloth handle firmly as she jumped, accidentally brushing the ruby at the hilt with her finger. It flashed red but ceased as her hand went up to touch a wooden door. Yes, she had reached the castle. Perfect.
If the sneaking around wasn't a dead give away then the perfect precision in which she picked the iron-clad lock was. Looking at the thing dully for a moment, the girl chunked it over her shoulder with a shrug. No use in keeping it, to rusted to do much good. Grasping the door she yanked it open with an odd air of grace and athority. She slid thru the small opening calmly, placing the palm of her hand on the door so it would close quietly. Last thing she needed was a squeaky door.
Very stealth like the girl somewhat ran down the hall, boots not making a sound as her head looked left and right. Door, door, shoji, shoji, door, door. She was looking for a hallway. The man specifically said a hallway. He just failed to mention in which direction. The girl silently cursed the vendor at the market place. Why she had trusted someone as sneaky as him, she had no clue, the way he merely shoved a diamond incrusted lamp under her nose caught her attention. Again, the girl didn't know why. She preferred rubies over diamonds any day. Sighing, she shook her head, "They won't like this one bit, that they won't." She muttered contemplating if she should go back and forget the whole "mission", then she saw the hallway. Bingo. --
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A song sung by Aaron Tippin called "Working Man's PhD." Love that song! Great singer too. Plus the title fits perfectly with the entry. :3
Where should I begin? Where should I begin? I know! I'm hungry. There got that out of the way. Now, onward. The weekend was very, very interesting. Saturday, Mum and I went to one of her favorite towns and drove around. We stopped at some store and bought a lot of junk. Not that we need it... Then we drove around looking at rocks. Mum likes rocks. Stopped at a gas station and ate burgers. They's was delicious! :d Then came home and did nothin' ... for a while, at least. Mum decided that since she hates Mabelvale so much she'll torture us with moving boxes. -___- Not - nice - ! Friday she had rented a storage unit so we could put our junk somewhere while the realtor did what realtor’s do. Yeeeahhh...this was the fallow-up.
Sunday was the "Fun Filled Day". Fun filled, indeed! At six o'clock Mum came in to my room poking me while I was in Sleepy Town and said she was going to Mabelvale to get some more boxes. I went back to sleep. I was already tired from hauling boxes from the previous day and didn't even volunteer. I merely stood in the small living room waiving till the dog jumped on me. Which was quite odd 'cause Cujo doesn't even like me. \:) Anyways, woke up at my usual time and went about my usual business on Sunday. Getting ready for church and cursing how we're out of milk and someone leaving the cereal out all night. Soooo...there I was, sitting in my thirteen and a half foot bedroom, decked out in my long flowing black skirt and white-beaded shirt, yanking on my boots when I get a call from Mum. Said she was on her way to pick us up and too get ready. Done that, time to motivate the Colonel. He didn't need much motivation, only cause he died, like, two different times. I was considering turning off the PS2, but then he moved. Ruined my fun. *pouts* Anywho! Mum comes and after a rush job of dressing we all piled in to the car and went to church. Went by smoothly, shorter then usual. Then we all stepped out on to the church-house lawn to gossip. Mother flagged down Talkie's brother (we shall call him...Red) and told him not to hop the county line 'cause we're gonna need his help at Mabelvale. After a lot more gossiping (which ended with Mum talking to Talkie and Red's mother wwwaaaayyy after everyone else left) we headed to the old house. After I insisted upon changing out of my skirt and in to jeans, we Loaded boxes in to the van and headed to the U-Haul place. We forced Mum, with much bickering, to stop at Sonic and feeeeeeed ussssss. @.@ I never loved food so much. Or Sprite. Wonderful, wonderful Sprite! *tears of joy* This was at
I tell'ya, you forget real quick how hard it is working like that. It's been....three, maybe four years since I actually done grunt work. My hands are still red and raw. Ah well, I told Mum on the way to U-Haul that it was fun. It reminded me of times of old. Which is odd 'cause I didn't even like those times. Anyway, we're going back there this weekend with the truck. Mum decided that it was worth the money then driving back and forth in a van to haul all that junk. It really is. Those suckers are actually pretty handy. *nods*
And just for the sake of something not involving moving and multi stacks of boxes, I'll tell y'all about the progress on my story! ^ __ ^ I know, y'all just llloooovve hearing about it. Been researching weapons and such. Actually quite fascinating, I now know what velocity a Desert Eagle has and who made the Glock guns. And I also know the story of how the Bowie knife came to be. It's not that heroic. -_- I'm also reading about Oda Nobunga, he was a Samurai warlord in the Sengoku Period. Had a lot of conquests. Oh! And for the stuff I actually typed, I'm doing battle scenes. I hate battle scenes. They're so hard to write. Annoying little buggers.
Anyways, that's all that's going on so far. Besides Hunter Ed we have this week (which Mum is forcing me to take) and moving stuff nothing else going on. Suppose to have rain. It's cloudy. *yawn* I'm gonna go get some more coffee and make muffins. Oh! Yes, that reminds me. Chris tagged me.
Bye-cha. Kayla.
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Middle name is the same as my mother's.
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? ... ... Six months ago, I think? Maybe eight. Ino. *shrugs*
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Sure, why not. It looks like my dad's when I write in a hurry.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Do animal's count as kids? Cause if so, then I had, like, seven or eight.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I'd be downright scared and wondering what's wrong with me.
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? What do you think? -__-
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Ja!
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Ja!
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Anything that's in the pantry and not healthy. :B
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Nope.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Yup.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Vanilla.
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Clothes.
15. RED OR PINK? Red!
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? My eyesight.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Who? I don't miss anyone, except these two lovely's, but they won't come back. No, what I miss right now is my bed. *siiiiiiigh* I love my bed...
18. WHAT COLOR OUTFIT AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? I'm wearing black today and most likely my mother's house shoes. If I can find the other one.
19. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Sonic hot dog yesterday for lunch.
20. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The Edge when I can find that little radio!
21. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Ino. *shrugs* Blue or black, I guess.
22. FAVORITE SMELLS? Pot roast, diesel fuel, cooked onions, various candles, my dog who needs a bath (he smells like Frito's, I don't know why), and the sweet, sweet smell of battery acid. XD
23. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Mum.
24. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? I don't like sports. Although, Colonel's ball games were actually kind'da fun.
25. HAIR COLOR? Dark brown.
26. EYE COLOR? Clear blue, I suppose.
27. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope. Mum's murmuring something about getting me some though.
28. FAVORITE FOOD? Potatoes, pot roast, gravy and biscuits, chicken, and other things I can't remember.
29. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Scary! Ohhhh...Saw IV's coming out. >:D
30. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Resident Evil: Extinction.
31. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Black.
32. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter.
33. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs.
34. FAVORITE DESSERT? I'm not the least bit fond of dessert.
35. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Some writer's handbook.
36. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Stuart Little.
37. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? Move boxes till
38. FAVORITE SOUND? Dumptruck's and "cha-ching".
39. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?
40. WHAT DO YOU SEE OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW? A backhoe that doesn't work right, a burn pile, a shed that Red ripped the door off of the other day, a fence that needs to be repaired, and grass that needs to be mowed.
41. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Some hospital.
42. WHO DO YOU TAG? Anyone.
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Nihao!
Said by Ernest Hemmingway, who was an American novelist and short story writer whose works are characterized by terse minimalism and understatement; awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1954. He also said, "A man's gotta take a lot of punishment to write a really funny book". :D Papa Hemmingway has good advice.
So! I had an interesting week.
Monday: My power went out so I went outside. Two of my cousin and the Nice Guy Outside were out there building a wall. I have no idea why. I think my uncle is going to sell walls now. Ino. *shrugs* Anyways, I watched them till my cousin (who we shall call ... Talkie) decided that he was to bored too ignore me. So we talked. Then my uncle came. They got back to work. Then my two cousins sister and my uncle's daughter (who we shall call J-J) came. Talked to her for a minute till her dad noticed her. They exchanged general phrases of, "I got this part. Where do you want it?", "No, I didn't get a hold of him, but I did leave a voicemail", and "Yeah, I'll call'im back later". Basically, everything that needs to be told to the Boss (if you don't forget, that is). Anyways, this was where I came in. A few minutes after I absent mindedly announced that I had my first cup of coffee that day in which Talkie said he hadn't even had his first cup (I refuse to believe this till I talk to his mother), I was called by the Boss. Soooo...to make an already to long story short, I got hired to slide letters on a sign and was rewarded with $3. Woo-hoo! I got paid doing something everyone else hates. ;P Yup, that was the highlight of the week. There was more that happened that week, but I forgot. ^.^U So I'll skip to Friday.
Friday: Normal day. Boring. Night. Awsome. Mum, Brother, and I went to the Rave movie theater and saw Resident Evil: Extinction. ^-^ It was so cool! Well, it could of been better, but it was cool. I was ecstatic. It's like all the other Resident Evil movies, but that's okay 'cause it get's point for special effects. :D
Saturday: The Colonel got it in his head that he would like to go to Home Depot. Not unusual for a strapping young man with his age the same size as his shoe, just kind'da wandering why my dear brother can't be like other boys and want a car. (Actually, he does. There's a '65 he wants that costs $200. I think I mentioned it a while back). So we all piled in to the "Moving Castle" and headed out to Benton Home Depot, The Manliest Place around the growing city. If you exclude the stock car tracks across the highway and Wal-Mart. Though Wal-Mart holds question. I'm wandering off track, anyways, they didn't have the tools he wanted. Skipping a few parts, we all piled back in to the van and drove around. Stopped by an ice-cream parlor, they were closed, so we went to this little diner. They have the best hamburgers EVA! ^o^ We ate. Left. Stopped by a retail store where I got an up-to-date Webster dictionary ( <3 ), dark blue nail polish, and China markers: Colonel got a can of tire repair, WD-40, and gloves: Mum got make-up and licorice. Then we came home and were bored again.
Sunday: Went to church. Came home. Went BACK to Home Depot because the Colonel INSISTED on getting his circular saw and power drill. *rolls eyes* He was playing with the things in the car while Mum went in to Walgreen's. *sigh* At least he'll spare the "I want that '65 so bad I can pratically fill it on the tips of my fingers" talk. Knock on wood. So that was our week, well, part of it anyways.
In the way of writing, I'm flip-flopping. I don't need to flip and I don't need to flop. So I'm having an argument with myself. Not too good. *sigh* It's a headache. I need sleep. And muffins. And coffee. Mostly coffee...and muffins. I'm hungry! >:O
In Random News: I found my memory card, well, brother found it. I gave him a pat on the head and said thanks. -- Finished Deathly Hallow's the other night. Woo-hoo! It has a secure place between Mr. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and Mr. Complete Tales and Poems by Edgar Allan Poe, with little wooden horses prancing in front of it. ^_^ Now, I'm at a loss. What to read? What to read? XP -- And! It's October! Woo-hoo! My favorite month. Bring on the cold chill! \m/ >.< \m/ Sorry. ^/\^ I really, REALLY like October. -- Oh, and the elders of our church put the building up for sale. Now, all we gotta do is find a building and wait for it too sell.
Oh! I was awarded The Nice Matters Award, Rockin' Girl Blogger Award, and You Make Me Smile Award by Ms. Dixiebeauty and Ms. Dixiefiddler. Thank you both very much! ^__^ I would like to award Guitarchick911, Writergirl06, Writing4ever, Tazzypirate92, Youngwhisper, GacktFanGirl, Stardust, ForeverConfused, and, StoriesIwrite with all three. :D *confetti* Congradulations all and thanks again Ms. Jordan and Ms. Sarah! ^_^
Ah! My muffins. S'cuse me, I must brew my coffee and eat my muffins. If nothing I said in this entry (if you can call it that) makes sense then blame it on the coffee. This is my third cup and the only words going thru my head are along the lines of cleaning. And something about a rubber duck named Mr. Quacky. Which really doesn't make any sense once you think about it. I don't even own a rubber duck. A rubber crocadile and elephant yes, but not a duck. Well, there is this pink thing I named Mr. Bubbles but a mutt we had chewed him up, then there's this OTHER pink thing I got in a happy meal. I don't even remember it's name. ... Anyways, I'm gonna go do some good and ... do something.
Bye-cha. Kayla.
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Said by Prime Minister Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill in a speech to the House of Commons after taking office as Prime Minister. I admire Sir Churchill. He was a unique person I would of enjoyed talking with, whether he would of enjoyed talking to me is another matter. :D
It's Fall! Finally Fall! Yay! *throws leaves in air* I love the Fall. I especially love October. (Votes were tallied: October won.) Can't wait till it ACTUALLY turns October. Optimistic, yup.
Hats off to Stardust who was my 300th commenter! *confetti* A sucker for you. --------O
Saturday was kind'da fun. We went to Mammaw's to get boxes of our junk out of her rent house we left there in July. My aunt and uncle were over there so we got to talk. Then their son (the cousin who I never get to see) came over with his wife and little girl. I had to baby-sit. Don't know what persuaded them to let me watch the kid, of all things. It's kind'da like handing a baby to a vicious dog and telling them to play nice. Anyways, eight-year-old cousin told her dad that he had to much sugar and didn't need anymore. She's JUST like him. It's kind'da funny. ^/\^ Moving on, Colonel and I went to the rent house, loaded up the van, then went back to Mammmaw's house. Colonel kind'da wondered around while Mum and I gossiped with grandmere. Well, they did, I just added comments and funny stories. Then we came home and the Colonel and I "played" outside. It was rather fun. :D
Mum sent my application (which I filled out except for the social) off today. School should be sending a test. She's gonna put me in one of those online schools. >.< Can't exactly complain. I'm on the computer 24/7, unless my power goes out or the internet crashes. Which they do a lot. They're "suppose" to be sending a test. Woo-hoo? It'll be interesting to see how it all turns out though. :3
On another note, I've been creating new documents which is a big "No-No". I also have another short story in the make :3 It'll probably fall thru, though. Today I'm going to read some writing books and look up this word for this device that people use in old medicine. It's for grinding stuff to powder. Guess I'm lucky my dictionary has pictures, aye? :d [Random Note: Cook lunch. Hide lunch from brother. Lock self in room and eat said lunch. ... Where's my Mountain Dew? ...] I'm also going to try and get some stuff in order for my book. *slumps* I'm having second thoughts on the name. Thinkin' about changing it...again! I'm also having doubts about somethings. It's got too much in it. Suppose I'll have to run a few things by Manager and let Mum read a copy of a draft. It doesn't help one bit that I got MCR stuck in my head! Gah! Now it's on the radio! *slumps*
On a side note: I lost my memory card to the PS2 so I can't play my games. And for some reason the PS1 games won't work. -____- It's highly exasperating. Ah, here's a quote that brother said:
[While the Colonel's playing Resident Evil 4: Leon is swimming rather fast trying to get away from the beastie]
Me: "What is he? An Olympic swimmer or suttin'?"
Colonel: "He's a porpoise!"
*Rotfl* That was hillarious. He said somethin' else today, but I can't remember what it was. He's gotten a lot funnier lately, when he's not cranky. *claps hands loudly* Okay! I'm gonna go and TRY to get Lara Croft to work. It probably won't. -________- Dah, well, never hurt to break somethin'. :d Okay, yes it did, but "breaking things is fun, right?" Of course it is! Now, where is that box...
Bye-cha. Kayla.
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Another sun, another day. *sigh* Boy, do I have load's to tell. :D Might as well start with the quote. Said by Friedrich Nietzsche from his book The Gay Science. Friedish was a German philosopher, whose critiques of contemporary culture, religion, and philosophy centered on a basic question regarding the foundation of values and morality. Basically, he was a guy who said things people didn't get, which, in short, was a philosopher. ^.^U I know, I'm hopeless. =P
Soooo...went to Mammaw's house Saturday. Had three cakes (there was a good explanation for that so said my aunt) and ice cream. Opened gifts. Went outside to play. Brother and I "entertained" the "little kids" by playing hide-and-seek and tag. Oh, I also had a burst of adrenaline and started chasing my brother yelling, "I wanna hug! I wanna hug!" It was amusing for the brats. Then came home and went straight to bed. Got up (rather reluctently) on Sunday. Sat thru church. Went to the grocery store. Came home, wanted to go back to bed but no one would let me (it was my birthday. Mum felt like she should force me to stay awake). Went to town. TRIED (we did, we really did) to buy the Colonel new shoes but they didn't have his size. Went to Foot Locker in McCain. Had to order'em. They'll be here at the end of October. Went to Barnes & Nobels (Heaven! I'm in Heaven!) bought bookies. :D (Stayed up till one o'clock reading. I'll have to re-read cause I was half out of my mind.) Went to Target got CD. Got in the "moving castle" and went home. Brother had bought a game at McCain (Resident Evil 4) so he's got his head wrapped around that. Cleaned my room (it's a hobby) while Mum made me cake. They sang "Happy Birthday" and we ate. (I hate cake.) Then opened prezies. The first one I grabbed were me bookies and, well, Mum yanked those out of my hand saying, "You already know what those are." So I opened my other prezies. I got Frank Sinatra and an Italian on-the-go CD and Harry Potter vol. 7. :D It was great. I told Mum that if I could do anything over then it would be not having cake (I REALLY hate cake), she thought that was funny. Anyways, that was the birthdays. Today, is one of me cousins birthday. :D We're talkin' about sendin' him a cake that came to us in an odd, uncanny way. Also, one of my cousins flew in from Las Vegas with her husband, and her little sister sang "Happy Birthday" in Italian. It was gold. :d
Now, for the sad, sad world known as Engwateague. FINALLY!! How long did it take me to come up with a good name? (I didn't even come up with it. Colonel did...guess he's good for something ;;>.>) A month, I tell you. A month! And I STILL have to think of alternative names for the Seven Sins and their counter parts, plus the other words. Oh! Then I have to also do the guards, palaces, name a temple, get the story line straight, and do the dates. Ugh, --___-- it's gonna be a long day. Might not even get to read poor Harry. (Stay up past midnight reading FMA and IY but forget about Harry. I'm sorry!) Mr. Sinatra and MCR will get me thru it, plus a dump-truck load of tea and sweet cakes. :d Bring on the sugar-high!
Okay, so I'm gonna go eat (possibly) cake and fix my pop-up blocker. ^__^ May the techno people have mercy on it's program. ^_^
Bye-cha. Kayla.
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Yup, yup. Murphy knows it all. :D Course Murphy took a lot of abuse to learn it all. That is a part of Murphy's Law. "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong." Mm-hm. *nods* Murphy and Moscow. Wowsers.
Okay! So! It is 11:07 A.M. here in the wonderful dull "suppose-to-rain-but-don't-get-your-hopes-up" state of Arkansas and I wanna go back to bed. Like Mum's doing now. But I can't for reasons that shall remain unknown, but it does, however, involve cleaning. -___- *left eye twitches* I hate cleaning. Mmm... anyways, the Colonel's up and he's...annoying. Really, really annoying. To bad we're outta duct-tape.
Today we are most likely to stay here and be bored. My cousin got married last night, but we didn't go. Oh, yeah, that reminds me. [Note to self: Return grandmere's bowl.] Next week is going to be VERY interesting. My friend's birthday is on the eleventh but she's gonna celebrate it the fourteenth. On the fifteenth my family's throwing Mammaw a surprise party and a cousin who lives in Las Vegas is going to be flying in. Shhhhh! Don't tell'er. And on the sixteenth (Sunday) is MY birthday and that's what's going to be so interesting. Suppose I better add "speed-dial" to J-J.
I'm trying to come up with a really cool name for the country I dubbed: Country #A. It's still hanging in the balance, so far I'm just making up towns and "historical markers". It's annyoing. T.T [Random thought: I wonder if there's any eggs, gravy, and biscuits left?] I have to find the word "empire" in two different languages. Which means Google. I don't want to Google. These are the times I wish everything would just take care of itself. *sigh* But it won't, unfortunatly. I wonder if I can rewire Larry-Neal to think and do things for me? :3 He is a robot, after all, and robots are suppose to help... No, best not. Might put him in acoma like Harry. Poor Harry. *moment of silence* Okay! I'm gonna go Google, reply to comments, and eat. :D
Bye-cha. Kayla.
*Edit*
Ms. Dixiebeauty tagged me.
What Is Your Favorite Movie: Pirates of the Carribean (1-3), Howl's Moving Castle, KiKi's Delivery Service, Spirited Away, and Saw (1-4).
What Is Your Favorite Food: Potatoes. @___@, mac & cheese, chicken, and .... and ... hmmm, I suppose that's it.
What Is Your Favorite Song: Gah! I have so many in my head right now it's like a river. Let's see: "I get it" by Chevelle, "How to Save A Life" by The Fray, "Pickin' Wild Flowers" by Keith Anderson, another Keith Anderson song [Random thought: Where did brother leave his CD's again?], and a few others I can't remember.
Do You Paint Your Nails Often: Not really. Cause when I paint them I want to bite the nailpolish off cause it's so captivating watching my hand move really fast and...I'm trailing off. Yeah. -__- I'll paint'em on my birthday.
What Polish Do You Have On Them: Er, future tense: Will Have. Answer: Electric Blue. (See why it's so amusing watching the hand move really fast? It's very intriging, indeed!)
Name 5 Of Your Favorite Stars: Stars? Okay, um, there's Regulus, and Sirius, Bellatrix, and the Sun, and Vega. Yup, stars. =) I'm being a smart-aleck, aren't I? XD *lead pipe* XP Shutting up now.
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Sorry! It took nearly a week to update. Been really busy. It's gonna get worse as time goes on. *slumps* But that's okay, I got my smarties with me so I'm gonna make it. *triumphant look* Oh, and the title is from the song Once Upon A December from the Disney movie Anastasia.
Short stories are coming along nice, been typing here and there. Cleaned out my shoulder bag Friday, got rid of a bunch of papers. Made it a whole lot lighter, that it did. Gonna clean out a box of papers and my backpack today. Mmmm ... there's a heavy debate going on in my head. Real World vs. Make-Up Country. So far, it's a tie. Mum says just to make up the country, but Manager pointed out some very interesting facts. So it's an all out war. *sigh* Think I'll just make up the stupid country. I'll have to take out a lot of historical facts ... most of them, anways. *groan* I just know it's gonna be an all-nighter. TT.TT
Enough complaining for right now, the Colonel got stung by a red wasp. They're huge little suckers over here. Big ones! Huge ones! Let's talk about the red wasps instead of brother. :D Okay, okay, I kid, I kid. Anyways, he's not to happy today. Good thing he's off tomorrow or he'll be REALLY mad. Oh! Our church is talking about moving since the neighborhood got so bad. The male members had a small meeting after services. We didn't stay to listen, but I'll ask my uncle at Mammaw's birthday party. Or one of the elders. Curious as to where they're gonna move it too though. It's a really small congercation (sp?), 25 members at most. Ah well, you know what they say, "curiousity killed the cat".
Okay, I'm gonna go reply to comments and research stuff.
Bye-cha. Kayla.
• 8 Those Who Spoke. • What Say You? • Bleck!
Hello everyone! It is a nice cloudy day here in the state of Arkansas, high ninety-eight. Yes, I just gave a weather forecast. No, I have no idea why.
Anyways, Kayla has to start school today. I wanna throw a hissy-fit. *sigh* It's gonna be a busy day. Have to do schoolwork, clean the pantry, and clean the trailor. -__- I loath cleaning. Plus looking up information on the side. *slumps* I should of stayed in the family buisness! TT.TT
On a somewhat happier note, I've been working on my story. I came to the conclussion that a modern day story wasn't gonna cut it so I made up this country that's bigger then Eurasia. Igotta run some of it by Manager and get the Colonel (brother) to come up with some names. He did, after all, think of the capital's name! :D
Nothing new's been happening in real life. 'cept boredom. Mm, wait, the cousin who's the eldest of all the cousins is getting married in September and the family threw her a small linen shower at Mammaw's house Saturday. Mum and I went. It was nice, I kept poking my cousin Kat (nickname. Long story) asking her what this and that was. I'm surprised she had enough patience. Then I ventured the great and tried the dip. Wasn't all that bad tasted like ranch, but eck! Anyways, it was a nice day. Ja!
Ohhhh! I got tagged by Ms. Dixiebeauty. Twice.
Tag 1:
1. What kind of car will you drive? Hummer! *truimphant look*
2. What is your favorite Olympic sport? Don't watch the Olympics.
3. A cookbook said that anchovies are a food that you either love or hate. What are you? Bleck! XP I like my fish skinned and deep fried. Like Cpatain D's.
4. Rank these in order of liking: Peanut butter, jam, vegemite and honey. Honey, jam, vegemite, and peanut butter. (Actually, I'm allergic to peanut butter, and have no clue what "vegemite" means or is)
5. And these: Astronomy, biology, maths, history, geography and archeology: History, astronomy, archeology, geography, biology, and maths.
6. How did you start blogging? My friend constantly E-mailed and harrassed me to get a blog. She did the samething withFaceBook.
7. What are two countries that your ancestors came from? France and England. I think.
8. How many comments did you get 5 entries ago? Two.
9. How many houses have you lived in your life? Three.
10. In what form do you like eggs? Ediable.
11. If you went back in time, what time would you like to go to? Bakumatsu. Togugawa Shogunate. Meiji.
Tag 2:
1. When do you feel your best?
a) in the morning
b)during the afternoon and early evening
c) late at night
2. You usually walk...
a) fairly fast, with long steps
b) fairly fast, with little steps
c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face
d) less fast, head down
e) very slowly
3. When talking to people you.. .
a) stand with your arms folded
b) have your hands clasped
c) have one or both your hands on your hips
d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking
e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair
4. When relaxing, you sit with...
a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side
b) your legs crossed
c) your legs stretched out or straight
d) one leg curled under you
5. When something really amuses you, you react with...
a) big appreciated laugh
b) a laugh, but not a loud one
c) a quiet chuckle
d) a sheepish smile
6 When you go to a party or social gathering you...
a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you
b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know
c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed
7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted...
a) welcome the break
b) feel extremely irritated
c) vary between these two extremes
8. Which of the following colors do you like most?
a) Red or orange
b) black
c) yellow or light blue
d) green
e) dark blue or purple
f) white
g) brown or gray
9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep you are...
a) stretched out on your back
b) stretched out face down on your stomach
c) on your side, slightly curled
d) with your head on one arm
e) with your head under the covers
10. You often dream that you are...
a) falling
b) fighting or struggling
c) searching for something or somebody
d) flying or floating
e) you usually have dreamless sleep
f) your dreams are always pleasant
POINTS:
1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6
2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1
3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6
4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1
5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2
6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2
7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4
8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1
9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1
10 (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1
Now add up the total number of points.
OVER 60 POINTS: Others see you as someone they should "handle with care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.
51 TO 60 POINTS: Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.
41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out. You are very loyal to your friends and lovers. People find it easy to come to you with their problems, you are someone they can always rely on.
31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.
21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.
UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions & who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything! They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you' re boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't.
Bye-cha. Kayla.
• 5 Those Who Spoke. • What Say You? • Bleck!
Bwahahahahahahahahaha! *hysterical laughter* Poor Crypto, his intelect seems to waver every now and then. Although, it didn't stop him from taking over Earth. o.O Ja, Cryto is an alien. And he doesn't like cows. :D
Anyways, most of the schools -- to my knowledge -- started today here in Arkansas, including the one Mum's gonna be teachin' at. Yup. She's gone back to the teachin' roots. And I am sssssssoooooo glad that I don't have to go back and work on a room. It was bad enough cleanin' Mabelvale, but a classroom?! Honestly, I wonder how those school-kids make it thru the day. Mmm...anyways, So good luck today, Mum! With that said, school was suppose to start for me today as well, but Mum was so busy she forgot to make out my planner. So I dodged the bullet today. :D Ja, I'm a delinquint. ;p
I'm probably not that much of a delinquint as I hope. Most likely I'll be lookin' up long lost ancient history on Wik, find something I think is utterly fascinating and start back tracking thinkin' that I'm on the verge of breakin' a scientific or historical theory that scientist couldn't figure out with all their years of research, or be reading and writing down definintions from Old Mister Webster. ... Sorry, big imagination. And ranting.
On another note: My vocabulary has gotten bigger in the Japanese section. Hai! 'cept it isn't helping all that much with my stoy. Honestly! If I knew how hard it was to find a name I would have just stuck with the "family buisness" and become and excavator! -__- *seething* Ja ... *sigh* No matter, "When one writes, one is going to war." Or whatever Voltaire said. The writing is coming along rather well. Very well, in fact. Just have to find some names. [grumbles]
Coop's barkin' so that must mean that the Nice Guy is outside. ... And indeed he is as I see Little Dumplim' starin' at me. ^_^ Great! It's not gonna be such a bad day after all. Now, I shall go eat my pizza.
Bye-cha. Kayla.
• 7 Those Who Spoke. • What Say You? • Bleck!
The Dark Prince has an attitude problem. Annoys the prince but makes me wanna hug him more. ^_^ Meh, the Dark Prince said that in Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones. Za-za-zing! Brother's playing it again. No matter!
So! I have been busy the last few days helping Mum get her classroom ready. *gags* I kind'da feel bad for those school-kittens. Mum's in meetings all this week so it's kind'da "eh". Anyways, I'll yak about suttin' else. Like ... my writing. XD Ja...so...
I have to rewrite and revamp every single character, place, thing, and idea. (Wow, should of just said "noun") cause of a little, how do I say? ... "Situation". Needless to say, I am not happy. -_- A word to the wise: Make sure your dates are within check of everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. Gah! My heads gonna explode with all the renaming. And the fact that I have to check dates, actions, and timelines does not help at all! Gah! *slumps. Head hits desk.* Oi. That hurt. *sits up straight rubbing head* On a much lighter, if not mocking, note: I'm writing yet another short story. :D Yes, yes, it most likely will end up in the gutter. No matter! It's quite interesting actually, real talkie. It has snow in it. Maybe when it get's straighted out I'll post a preview. Oh! *snaps fingers* That reminds me, I have to refill the salt shaker. Mm...I'll do that later. Which reminds me: I have to look up names. To much to remember. Where's my marker?
For some reason I cannot draw proper necks. They turn out looking like swan necks. I don't want swan necks I want normal necks! Gah! TT__TT That's all I got to complain about in that department.
Mm, as for real life it's kind'da ... eh. Brother has a coughing fit yet he went to work in 107 degrees heat! *seeths* I have the heart to break his legs, that I do. -__- And like I said before Mum's in meetings all day so Cooper J and I get to spend some "quality time" together. -__- Obviously whoever came up with that phrase never met Coop. \:) Ja...
Ohhhhh! Manager's on. Which reminds me: I gotta clean out the recycle bin on Will.
Bye-cha. Kayla.
• 8 Those Who Spoke. • What Say You? • Bleck!