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A narrative, because I woke up and I'm bored already. [wall of text]
I'm looking at my poster that tells me that when God closes a door, he opens up a window. Which just makes me think, life's sort of like a house. We are sort of like houses. Many rooms, some of them nicer than others. We frequent them, clean them if it pleases us or leave them to get dusty. Maybe we let the light in, or maybe we keep it out for ( Read more... ) -
Lilydale, where psychics and crazies abide.
So, I went to Lilydale with my mom and grandma, where we met up with my cousin and aunt. Now, while my mom and cousin and aunt went to this Ghost Hunters talk thing (which I guess was really cool. If you don't know what it is, they follow around a groups called TAPS who uses scientific means to debunk hauntings, and it's really creepy when they ( Read more... ) -
That didn't go well.
I'm at risk of losing a friend, and not because we couldn't come to a compromise. It's just how he views situations. I demoted him in another guild because he was never there, and apparently that's a form of betrayal. How? He never did anything there, and because we don't particularly like how he handles himself, we want him to earn it when the ( Read more... ) -
A follow up to the previous.
He still doesn't get it ( Read more... ) -
Tone it down!
RP's. Writing fun, creating characters, that whole scene. Fighting battles with a person you've fashioned out of dreams and visions, learning lessons with others who are no more permanent than your character ( Read more... ) -
I have an extended family.
Sitting at Denny's, looking at three people who are laughing and being insane, I realized it was the most natural thing I could have been doing at that point in time. They're the only people I know who don't have an issue with suddenly going to Wegman's just to go, or appeasing my insane need for SweeTarts when the sun goes down. If I could live ( Read more... ) -
-giddy laugh-
I have a kitteh, an iPod playing Sherwood, and strange hair that won't do anything but get in my face. I'm sitting here, bouncing to the beat, wiping cat hair from the keyboard, and wishing I could play guitar. I could, you know. My dad I guess could teach me. But I don't think I'd do well on stage in front of many people, though I've been told I ( Read more... ) -
The world is becoming more transparent.
Or at least people are. So, lately, problems have been rising to the surface that really aren't anything new. And the worst part? Nothing can really be done about most of them. (how terribly vague this is going to be ( Read more... ) -
So, did you know?
[directed at the world, certain people, and myself ( Read more... )