Monday, January 4, 2010
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Well.
So maybe it's time that I actually wrote a story here. It was what I initially intended it for, just snippets here and there of things that would never grow into novels and had too much... I don't know. They just wouldn't grow. I'm very good at making up descriptions and unique characters, but my plots are always dreary. That's what I have my boyfriend for. He makes the plots, I provide everything else. Hence why I write short stories and he's going for novels. If he doesn't let me proof-read the things before he even tries to talk to an editor I think I'll kill him.
*pauses*
Not really.
It's actually sort of humbling to see someone that's taken a talent, or simply a desire and turned it into a novel. People like Brandon Sanderson I admire, because they're still sort of in that 'famous on the internet' phase. But anyway, when Andrew Clarke posted on my blog, and was the first NON-Ashley person to do so (not that I mind. :P Ashley's good enough for me!) I figured I might as well DO something. Since Ashley's really the only one who reads this, since I haven't even given the address to Mike, I'm always somewhat apprehensive about what I write. As far as fiction, anyway. I don't want to effect anyone's image of me, because what I write has nothing what-so-ever to do with my personality or what I dwell on most of the time.
When I say 'vampire', what do you think?
Blood, sexual connotations, Dracula, Van Helsing, evil, fear, nightmares, darkness. That hand that covers your mouth as you hear a gentle exhale right next to your ear, just before the pain comes.
I'm getting WAY ahead of myself here. The point is, vampires = evil, right? Well... Not the way I write. I was doing this stuff way before Stephanie Meyers started writing vampire romance stuff that, thankfully, involves no sex. Anne, arg, what the heck is her last NAME? Coulter is not it. :P So yeah, the vampire lady, she kinda set the bar as far as vampire novels are concerned. Evil, blood lusting, freakish vampires that have just enough intrigue to keep you imagining them all day, and dreaming about them as well.
Puh-lease.
When I think vampire, a huge mix of things comes to mind.
Good. Evil. Elegant. Disgruntled. Caring. Hateful. Eccentric. Stingy. Sharp. Sweet. Mean. Kind.
In essence, just like humans, but on a more powerful level. Some are good, some are bad.
Keeping that in mind, here's a story.
***
Marvael ADORED being a vampire. He got to enjoy the nightlife, he got to have his own castle, and most of all there were all the stereotypes associated with it...
The apparently 20 year old man took a certain pride in getting his vampiric image EXACTLY right. More eyeliner than you could shake a stick at, all black clothing, a black leather trenchcoat, mussed black hair that had actually taken hours to get just so, and red eyes. Yes, the eyes he was particularly pleased with. When he was born they'd been just a normal brown color, but in his mid-fourties they'd finally started to go from brown, to mahogany, to burgandy, to their current vivid crimson.
The only real problem with his image was that he got carded every single time that he went into a liquor store, but that was only somewhat annoying in the long run. And Marvael was definately going to stick around for awhile. In this little town he ruled the roost, and everyone knew it. But, on the other hand, no one knew HIM. It was for the best. The 60 year old vampire had a variety of minions that he sent about to do business for him, and he had his fingers in so many enterprises. Hotels were his latest interest, with mega departmentstores being a fading fancy. All these investments, however, were for one single purpose.
Marvael liked to experiment. He quite suited the image of a mad scientist, and in fact, insanity did run in his family. When he was young and before the full effects of this trait had kicked in, he began frantically throwing different herbs together in an attempt to find a cure. A full cure remained unattainable, but he had managed to mix together a drink that would hold off the insanity for a week per dose. The stuff tasted positively vile, but it was better than losing everything that he'd ever worked for.
His latest acheivment was that of a modern replica of a medieval castle. Equipped with wall tapestries of gory hunting scenes, paintings of nameless monarchs, and furniture that wasn't very comfortable, the vampire had completed his ultimate dream.
Time to move on to the next one.
After careful scrutiny of his geneology, he 'obtained' a person that was more or less his cousin. She was born human, and he born vampire. This nearly impossible fracture in species had been caused by their common ancestor, a vampire himself, marrying two women. One was a vampire and one was human, and both gave him children. The pure vampires married vampires, the half vampires married humans, and eventually the vampirism was bred out of one half of the family.
Suffice to say, his cousin had not been thrilled when her 'cousin' showed up, nor was she happy with the fact that she was currently unable to leave the castle.
What Marvael now wanted to know was: If the line had genuinly split, was there any ounce of vampire in his cousin at all? If so, was it possible to activate in some way?
Perhaps he was just lonely, but his cousin's presence in the gloomy castle was proving to be quite entertaining....
---
Currently Marvael was lounging in one of the few rooms of the castle that was used most of the time. There were two fireplaces heating the large room, and he was perched at the edge of a couch between them. The vampire 'perched' quite well, looking like a bird ready to swoom down upon the book that was spread on the small table in front of him. When he heard footsteps down the hall, he grimaced down at the pages, before turning his attention to the doorway.
A painfully ordinary looking girl, with brown hair and brown eyes, stalked into the room. She looked even less thrilled than usual, which was a startling feat for a human. Marvael never had managed to figure out how so much emotion was contained in such fragile bodies... Maybe he'd have to figure it out one day.
"Your cat keeps following me around, it won't leave me alone," the girl said flatly, standing just inside the doorway with her arms folded across her chest, and her feet set slightly apart.
"Well maybe it likes you, ever thought of that?" the vampire asked blankly. Why his cousin was so upset about a cat, he didn't know. Maybe the insanity ran in her side of the family as well...
"Oh come on Marvael, I know a Lahmian when I see one! What're you doing with one in your HOUSE?"
"Castle," he corrected automatically. "And how do you know she's Lahmian? You have no proof!"
"Her pupils are round," the girl retorted.
The vampire paused for a moment, grasping at straws to try and figure out some way around that.
"Well, um, that is a point. What've you got AGAINST Lahmians?" he asked.
"Look, you're not as bad 'cause you're pretty pathetic for a vampire. You can't turn into a bat or wolf or anything. But Lahmians go from human looking to a cat and it's creepy! I keep expecting her to, I dunno, do something weird."
"I resent that... But wait, if transforming is creepy, then does that dock my creepiness points a little? Since I can't?" Marvael asked hopefully. He didn't really dislike his cousin, he just wanted to do his research on her and be done with it.
"Not in the slightest."
"Oh well, too much to ask for at the moment I suppose. Eh, if she gives you a hard time, come whining to me about it and I'll probably do something," Marvael said with a sigh.
"Urk, like you could beat a Lahmian. They're more than common vampires you know! Nngh, I'm going back to my room and locking the door," the cousin muttered, and without waiting for an answer she turned on her heel and darted off.
Marvael blinked. "Well then. That's all settled now I suppose..."
******
Okay, that was pretty pathetic as far as everything goes, but I've used those two characters a lot, didn't want to go deep into detail, and was bored stiff. I'll put up something better eventually...
*pauses*
Not really.
It's actually sort of humbling to see someone that's taken a talent, or simply a desire and turned it into a novel. People like Brandon Sanderson I admire, because they're still sort of in that 'famous on the internet' phase. But anyway, when Andrew Clarke posted on my blog, and was the first NON-Ashley person to do so (not that I mind. :P Ashley's good enough for me!) I figured I might as well DO something. Since Ashley's really the only one who reads this, since I haven't even given the address to Mike, I'm always somewhat apprehensive about what I write. As far as fiction, anyway. I don't want to effect anyone's image of me, because what I write has nothing what-so-ever to do with my personality or what I dwell on most of the time.
When I say 'vampire', what do you think?
Blood, sexual connotations, Dracula, Van Helsing, evil, fear, nightmares, darkness. That hand that covers your mouth as you hear a gentle exhale right next to your ear, just before the pain comes.
I'm getting WAY ahead of myself here. The point is, vampires = evil, right? Well... Not the way I write. I was doing this stuff way before Stephanie Meyers started writing vampire romance stuff that, thankfully, involves no sex. Anne, arg, what the heck is her last NAME? Coulter is not it. :P So yeah, the vampire lady, she kinda set the bar as far as vampire novels are concerned. Evil, blood lusting, freakish vampires that have just enough intrigue to keep you imagining them all day, and dreaming about them as well.
Puh-lease.
When I think vampire, a huge mix of things comes to mind.
Good. Evil. Elegant. Disgruntled. Caring. Hateful. Eccentric. Stingy. Sharp. Sweet. Mean. Kind.
In essence, just like humans, but on a more powerful level. Some are good, some are bad.
Keeping that in mind, here's a story.
***
Marvael ADORED being a vampire. He got to enjoy the nightlife, he got to have his own castle, and most of all there were all the stereotypes associated with it...
The apparently 20 year old man took a certain pride in getting his vampiric image EXACTLY right. More eyeliner than you could shake a stick at, all black clothing, a black leather trenchcoat, mussed black hair that had actually taken hours to get just so, and red eyes. Yes, the eyes he was particularly pleased with. When he was born they'd been just a normal brown color, but in his mid-fourties they'd finally started to go from brown, to mahogany, to burgandy, to their current vivid crimson.
The only real problem with his image was that he got carded every single time that he went into a liquor store, but that was only somewhat annoying in the long run. And Marvael was definately going to stick around for awhile. In this little town he ruled the roost, and everyone knew it. But, on the other hand, no one knew HIM. It was for the best. The 60 year old vampire had a variety of minions that he sent about to do business for him, and he had his fingers in so many enterprises. Hotels were his latest interest, with mega departmentstores being a fading fancy. All these investments, however, were for one single purpose.
Marvael liked to experiment. He quite suited the image of a mad scientist, and in fact, insanity did run in his family. When he was young and before the full effects of this trait had kicked in, he began frantically throwing different herbs together in an attempt to find a cure. A full cure remained unattainable, but he had managed to mix together a drink that would hold off the insanity for a week per dose. The stuff tasted positively vile, but it was better than losing everything that he'd ever worked for.
His latest acheivment was that of a modern replica of a medieval castle. Equipped with wall tapestries of gory hunting scenes, paintings of nameless monarchs, and furniture that wasn't very comfortable, the vampire had completed his ultimate dream.
Time to move on to the next one.
After careful scrutiny of his geneology, he 'obtained' a person that was more or less his cousin. She was born human, and he born vampire. This nearly impossible fracture in species had been caused by their common ancestor, a vampire himself, marrying two women. One was a vampire and one was human, and both gave him children. The pure vampires married vampires, the half vampires married humans, and eventually the vampirism was bred out of one half of the family.
Suffice to say, his cousin had not been thrilled when her 'cousin' showed up, nor was she happy with the fact that she was currently unable to leave the castle.
What Marvael now wanted to know was: If the line had genuinly split, was there any ounce of vampire in his cousin at all? If so, was it possible to activate in some way?
Perhaps he was just lonely, but his cousin's presence in the gloomy castle was proving to be quite entertaining....
---
Currently Marvael was lounging in one of the few rooms of the castle that was used most of the time. There were two fireplaces heating the large room, and he was perched at the edge of a couch between them. The vampire 'perched' quite well, looking like a bird ready to swoom down upon the book that was spread on the small table in front of him. When he heard footsteps down the hall, he grimaced down at the pages, before turning his attention to the doorway.
A painfully ordinary looking girl, with brown hair and brown eyes, stalked into the room. She looked even less thrilled than usual, which was a startling feat for a human. Marvael never had managed to figure out how so much emotion was contained in such fragile bodies... Maybe he'd have to figure it out one day.
"Your cat keeps following me around, it won't leave me alone," the girl said flatly, standing just inside the doorway with her arms folded across her chest, and her feet set slightly apart.
"Well maybe it likes you, ever thought of that?" the vampire asked blankly. Why his cousin was so upset about a cat, he didn't know. Maybe the insanity ran in her side of the family as well...
"Oh come on Marvael, I know a Lahmian when I see one! What're you doing with one in your HOUSE?"
"Castle," he corrected automatically. "And how do you know she's Lahmian? You have no proof!"
"Her pupils are round," the girl retorted.
The vampire paused for a moment, grasping at straws to try and figure out some way around that.
"Well, um, that is a point. What've you got AGAINST Lahmians?" he asked.
"Look, you're not as bad 'cause you're pretty pathetic for a vampire. You can't turn into a bat or wolf or anything. But Lahmians go from human looking to a cat and it's creepy! I keep expecting her to, I dunno, do something weird."
"I resent that... But wait, if transforming is creepy, then does that dock my creepiness points a little? Since I can't?" Marvael asked hopefully. He didn't really dislike his cousin, he just wanted to do his research on her and be done with it.
"Not in the slightest."
"Oh well, too much to ask for at the moment I suppose. Eh, if she gives you a hard time, come whining to me about it and I'll probably do something," Marvael said with a sigh.
"Urk, like you could beat a Lahmian. They're more than common vampires you know! Nngh, I'm going back to my room and locking the door," the cousin muttered, and without waiting for an answer she turned on her heel and darted off.
Marvael blinked. "Well then. That's all settled now I suppose..."
******
Okay, that was pretty pathetic as far as everything goes, but I've used those two characters a lot, didn't want to go deep into detail, and was bored stiff. I'll put up something better eventually...
Monday, May 12, 2008
Seals do not come from eggs!
So me and Mike were webcamming and he started telling me about this dream he had. Apparently he had been on a beach and he was trying to get to these ten eggs, but by the time he got to them they had hatched...
Into seals.
I burst out, "Mike! Seals don't come from eggs!" And proceeded to subside into a fit of giggles.
Me and Mike were snickering and my mom appeared in the doorway, giving me the sort of raised eyebrow look. She said, "Did I really just hear what I thought I heard? 'Seals don't come from eggs?' I can really tell you got an A in Biology..."
Because of course we had headsets plugged in she wasn't listening to the rest of the conversation and had only gotten the eggs comment. I was laughing so hard that my face was bright red, and my abs HURT by the end of things!
So yes, an absolutely hysterical moment, on only the second time that Mike's been on in a week.
Into seals.
I burst out, "Mike! Seals don't come from eggs!" And proceeded to subside into a fit of giggles.
Me and Mike were snickering and my mom appeared in the doorway, giving me the sort of raised eyebrow look. She said, "Did I really just hear what I thought I heard? 'Seals don't come from eggs?' I can really tell you got an A in Biology..."
Because of course we had headsets plugged in she wasn't listening to the rest of the conversation and had only gotten the eggs comment. I was laughing so hard that my face was bright red, and my abs HURT by the end of things!
So yes, an absolutely hysterical moment, on only the second time that Mike's been on in a week.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Mike's Schedual
So, basically Mike needs to be out of his apartment by the 24th of this month. He'll be kind of wandering from his uncle's house to his parent's and then finally to an apartment near where he's going to university, if he passes his college course.
Yeah, uni and college are different over there. College makes you more likely to get accepted into university and is free, an alternative to two more years of high school basically. University is college over here.
And no, he's not going to Oxford. That's the only university most people know about. Mike isn't loaded with money...
So yeah, there's probably gonna be a few weeks when Mike doesn't have internet. Which, really, isn't that different from now. He's focused hardcore on school and I've talked to him once in the past week, and not very much because he was exhausted and wanted to do something mindless. He watched a DVD.
So yeah, I'm stressed about what's happening to him. xD I hope he passes his college course. But if he does he'll have to pay for university, and that's not going to be any fun at ALL. Thankfully my parents can put me through a few years. So I'd sure as heck better do well.
Oh, and I think we're getting a Wii. That'll be uber-tastic-ally fun. I already know of a few games that I want. Well, one specifically. Maybe. It'd better be better than it's prequel. Supposedly it's hard.
But that aside...
I don't really know what. *shrugs*
OH OH OH! xD Mike and Kelly sent out a chain letter with like, billions of Fwds. Supposedly Barak Obama is the Antichrist.
I'm like, 'Wrong! xD So wrong! So so VERY wrong, why are you so gullible?'
The Bible specifically says that the Antichrist will have survived a headwound that would've been fatal, and there'll be a visable mark. Um, Barak Obama's hair is pretty darn short, and he hasn't got any huge scars or anything.
The chain letter said that the Bible says in Revelations that the Antichrist'll be in his mid-fourties, and of Muslim descent.
Wrong again.
Islam wasn't around when the Bible was written, and it doesn't mention anywhere that he'll be in his mid-40s. Trust me, I've read Revelations a zillion times. The Bible talks more about the Antichrist in David than it does anywhere else.
xD So I'm just sort of vaguely bemused, and it makes me all the more want to change my email address and get it off of the youth directory. I have gotten so much crap from everyone. xD Same thing goes for co-op. It's like a cell phone number, I don't want to have to use it unless it's an emergency. So don't you be wasting my minutes! xD
Yeah, uni and college are different over there. College makes you more likely to get accepted into university and is free, an alternative to two more years of high school basically. University is college over here.
And no, he's not going to Oxford. That's the only university most people know about. Mike isn't loaded with money...
So yeah, there's probably gonna be a few weeks when Mike doesn't have internet. Which, really, isn't that different from now. He's focused hardcore on school and I've talked to him once in the past week, and not very much because he was exhausted and wanted to do something mindless. He watched a DVD.
So yeah, I'm stressed about what's happening to him. xD I hope he passes his college course. But if he does he'll have to pay for university, and that's not going to be any fun at ALL. Thankfully my parents can put me through a few years. So I'd sure as heck better do well.
Oh, and I think we're getting a Wii. That'll be uber-tastic-ally fun. I already know of a few games that I want. Well, one specifically. Maybe. It'd better be better than it's prequel. Supposedly it's hard.
But that aside...
I don't really know what. *shrugs*
OH OH OH! xD Mike and Kelly sent out a chain letter with like, billions of Fwds. Supposedly Barak Obama is the Antichrist.
I'm like, 'Wrong! xD So wrong! So so VERY wrong, why are you so gullible?'
The Bible specifically says that the Antichrist will have survived a headwound that would've been fatal, and there'll be a visable mark. Um, Barak Obama's hair is pretty darn short, and he hasn't got any huge scars or anything.
The chain letter said that the Bible says in Revelations that the Antichrist'll be in his mid-fourties, and of Muslim descent.
Wrong again.
Islam wasn't around when the Bible was written, and it doesn't mention anywhere that he'll be in his mid-40s. Trust me, I've read Revelations a zillion times. The Bible talks more about the Antichrist in David than it does anywhere else.
xD So I'm just sort of vaguely bemused, and it makes me all the more want to change my email address and get it off of the youth directory. I have gotten so much crap from everyone. xD Same thing goes for co-op. It's like a cell phone number, I don't want to have to use it unless it's an emergency. So don't you be wasting my minutes! xD
Thursday, April 24, 2008
NYC
So Sarah's cyber charter school was doing a field trip. We were going to go see Phantom of the Opera on Broadway, so me and her and dad decided to go.
I've got to say, I didn't know a landscape could be that HIDEOUS! Not New York, the land around it! It's all just old run down industrial-type buildings, grey, dead looking grass with water seeping through it... there were some wooden electric poles jutting up out of some of the water. One was nearly broken off and the wire between it and the next was slack and sagging into the water. How increadibly UGLY! The buildings were mostly windowed with that nasty green, semi-opaque glass... Bleck.
NYC, on the other hand, was absolutely gorgeous. The sounds, the smells, the sights... So much fun. We kept within, I dunno, a half a block of times square and everything was awesome. But VEEEEEERY expensive. We ate lunch at a tiny bagel shop, though the bagel was too hard for me to eat with my braces. The deli ham we had on the sammiches was delicious though. We eventually headed to the theater to watch the play, only to find that the person with our tickets was late.
After about 15 minutes of being in a raw panick trying to find tickets, eventually someone with a cell phone located the guy in the crowd. We got our things, headed inside, and watched the play. Overall, to be entirely honest I think I liked the tv version better. The acting was better in the play but with tv you get all the neat special effects. and in the play they didn't do the sword fight! What a travesty...
At intermission we went to the bathroom and everything, and dad bought a 4$ soda from one of the MANY bars they had scattered around. The cup was small and packed with ice, but the soda was delicious. Very refreshing.
So after the finale we headed over to where the charter school had arranged for us to eat. There was some panick there over what we were supposed to be doing and where we were suposed to be standing for them to call us in and everything. But in the end it all worked out and we had supper. The cookie theyg ave us for desert was the best thing that I ate ALL DAY. Yum.
We headed back outside and there was MORE panick about where the buses taking us back were, and after that, panick because we didn't have everyone at first. We set off a half hour late.
Oh, and when we were trying to get our tickets, someone tried to call the teachers. One had their cell phone turned off, and the other one had her phone forwarding calls to the one that was turned off. So they were unreachable. xD
Overall I think it is the most HORRIBLY planned field trip I've ever been on in my life, but one of the most memorable.
On the way, and this is gonna sound really soppy, we passed the turn off to go to Newark which is where we pick up Mike when he flies in. I got all sentimental and stuff and my heart started pounding, 'cause usually by the time I see that parallel road I'm about to faint from nervous hyperventhilation. xD Okay, not THAT bad, but still. It's almost enough to make me sick.
I'd write more, because there is more about the trip, but I'm either uninspired or feeling too lazy right now. :/
I've got to say, I didn't know a landscape could be that HIDEOUS! Not New York, the land around it! It's all just old run down industrial-type buildings, grey, dead looking grass with water seeping through it... there were some wooden electric poles jutting up out of some of the water. One was nearly broken off and the wire between it and the next was slack and sagging into the water. How increadibly UGLY! The buildings were mostly windowed with that nasty green, semi-opaque glass... Bleck.
NYC, on the other hand, was absolutely gorgeous. The sounds, the smells, the sights... So much fun. We kept within, I dunno, a half a block of times square and everything was awesome. But VEEEEEERY expensive. We ate lunch at a tiny bagel shop, though the bagel was too hard for me to eat with my braces. The deli ham we had on the sammiches was delicious though. We eventually headed to the theater to watch the play, only to find that the person with our tickets was late.
After about 15 minutes of being in a raw panick trying to find tickets, eventually someone with a cell phone located the guy in the crowd. We got our things, headed inside, and watched the play. Overall, to be entirely honest I think I liked the tv version better. The acting was better in the play but with tv you get all the neat special effects. and in the play they didn't do the sword fight! What a travesty...
At intermission we went to the bathroom and everything, and dad bought a 4$ soda from one of the MANY bars they had scattered around. The cup was small and packed with ice, but the soda was delicious. Very refreshing.
So after the finale we headed over to where the charter school had arranged for us to eat. There was some panick there over what we were supposed to be doing and where we were suposed to be standing for them to call us in and everything. But in the end it all worked out and we had supper. The cookie theyg ave us for desert was the best thing that I ate ALL DAY. Yum.
We headed back outside and there was MORE panick about where the buses taking us back were, and after that, panick because we didn't have everyone at first. We set off a half hour late.
Oh, and when we were trying to get our tickets, someone tried to call the teachers. One had their cell phone turned off, and the other one had her phone forwarding calls to the one that was turned off. So they were unreachable. xD
Overall I think it is the most HORRIBLY planned field trip I've ever been on in my life, but one of the most memorable.
On the way, and this is gonna sound really soppy, we passed the turn off to go to Newark which is where we pick up Mike when he flies in. I got all sentimental and stuff and my heart started pounding, 'cause usually by the time I see that parallel road I'm about to faint from nervous hyperventhilation. xD Okay, not THAT bad, but still. It's almost enough to make me sick.
I'd write more, because there is more about the trip, but I'm either uninspired or feeling too lazy right now. :/
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Little Gamers
I love this webcomic. :) It's just so cute. It has ninjas! Aaaaand a lot of swearing. :/ But the ninjas are worth it.
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Monday, April 7, 2008
Girls of Purpose
Well this year it was pretty fulfilling, I got to connect a lot better with some of the girls so that was great. I love Sara, she's so... I dunno, she's Christian but she says a lot of seccular things just in joking, like she can't help herself. xD It's really funny.
'It's like a little flu condom!'
That was my absolute favorite. She had the flu and was on meds to stop it from reproducing. She says things that I'd say just spur of the moment without being able to help myself. xD And she told me my eyes were like melted chocolate. >_> I was all like, 'Aawwww!'
So anyway, I was on the verge of tears through a lot of the thing 'cause I wanted to get married so bad, the speakers weren't even really touching on relationships with guys, just with friends in general. At one point God told me that I could just start practicing being a wife at home, like taking on larger portions of the chores and whatnot. It's a good idea. And I want to start filling my hope chest with things for when I finally am married.
http://www.pfaltzgraff.com/ecomm/Itemdetail.asp?T1=5025831
Are those not the most gorgeous plates ever? xD I figure I'd better start now while money comes free in the form of allowence and birthdays and such. As opposed to like, when I've got the new expense of paying for an apartment or something. Thankfully my parents are willing to pay for some of my college and whatnot, and my grandma's given them money for it as well. So that's one expense I won't have entirely on my own plate. (Get it? Plate? Hahahaha.... ha....)
So it's all good. Got my braces adjusted today, and got rid of the day glow green bands. Now I've got nice perriwinkle blue ones that still stand out, and are kinda pretty. I'm not gonna have the braces of fby the time Mike's here I don't think, but at least my orthadontist is doing things right.
*pauses* He's kinda intimidating. He's really quiet and has sort of a funny sense of humor that you have to really be on your toes to respond to. But he seems to like doing what he's doing and there's a lot to be said for that.
'It's like a little flu condom!'
That was my absolute favorite. She had the flu and was on meds to stop it from reproducing. She says things that I'd say just spur of the moment without being able to help myself. xD And she told me my eyes were like melted chocolate. >_> I was all like, 'Aawwww!'
So anyway, I was on the verge of tears through a lot of the thing 'cause I wanted to get married so bad, the speakers weren't even really touching on relationships with guys, just with friends in general. At one point God told me that I could just start practicing being a wife at home, like taking on larger portions of the chores and whatnot. It's a good idea. And I want to start filling my hope chest with things for when I finally am married.
http://www.pfaltzgraff.com/ecomm/Itemdetail.asp?T1=5025831
Are those not the most gorgeous plates ever? xD I figure I'd better start now while money comes free in the form of allowence and birthdays and such. As opposed to like, when I've got the new expense of paying for an apartment or something. Thankfully my parents are willing to pay for some of my college and whatnot, and my grandma's given them money for it as well. So that's one expense I won't have entirely on my own plate. (Get it? Plate? Hahahaha.... ha....)
So it's all good. Got my braces adjusted today, and got rid of the day glow green bands. Now I've got nice perriwinkle blue ones that still stand out, and are kinda pretty. I'm not gonna have the braces of fby the time Mike's here I don't think, but at least my orthadontist is doing things right.
*pauses* He's kinda intimidating. He's really quiet and has sort of a funny sense of humor that you have to really be on your toes to respond to. But he seems to like doing what he's doing and there's a lot to be said for that.
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