Saturday, January 29, 2011

I've Got to Stop Being so Damn Awesome

Watching: Family Guy
You know, I’ve never actually seen a full episode of Yugioh. That was my little brothers forte, not mine. I was more of the typical fourteen year old female Inuyasha fan. Figures, right? However, I love the singer because he is win incarnate as a member of TeamFourStar. Him and Lanipator, who I would marry. 
So. Life, right? Am I right? Of course I am. 
I work at a retail outlet that barely has customer service set into its business plan and pays the minimum possible while trying to seem overly generous. Yeah. The store has bright ass yellow bags and is generally way too loud, filled with teens, moms who want to match their teens (moms who wear their teen’s jeans), and occasionally escorts. You know the place.
So, I’m at work, being studious of my job as a cashier. I was promoted in August to a new position and am really happy about it. Recently had some discrepancy over my job, but I won, so, let’s not create zombies out of dead subjects, neh? There’s a particular member of the staff that I have been ogling on the sly for several months, mainly because his girlfriend (now not-so-much) works with us and it seemed weird to go for it. The other night he was being very fliratious, as was I, since it is my nature. 
He asked for my phone number, and I gave it, and now I’m wondering whether I should bang my head against the closest hard surface (sorry keyboard) or just sit back and see what happens. Actually, I’ll do both. 
kiybm vkihyuhuhy(<== result of head bang)
Now, to let the chips fall where they may. 
Just as an aside, I’m Skyping Sarah as I write. For some reason her mic isn’t working, yet she continues to try to to talk to me. I can’t read lips very well, my Batman training is still in the initial stages after all. 
OH. My sound was turned down…somehow that must still be her fault. For I cannot be blamed for her technical difficulties. 
Also, I’ve been talking to a friend of mine who will remain nameless, and I’m thinking that like everyone else in my extracurricular life, I will avoid personal time with him unsurpervised. I have a fear that my friends are attracted to me, which normally results in me acting very awkwardly. Sarah says I have to stop being so damn awesome. 
I agree. End of story.
So, back to being at work last night. There I was at the counter. My manager walks by and says something for me to do. My response “Your Mother.” The customer at the counter thought I was talking to her. This resulted in me telling her “That’s right, I’m not afraid to comment on your mother even though you are a stranger.” Her friend thought it was hilarious and this started a list of jokes that are only funny to a select few. 
The first was “Your mother is so fat, she should be worried about her increased risk of cardiovascular disease” and we went downhill from there. My favorite of the evening was “What is green and has wheels? Grass. I lied about the wheels.”
This is my life, in a nutshell, about thirty hours a week. Sometimes I get eye candy too. I like those days.
And at home? I talk to Sarah online and we have hilarious conversations that need to be posted as videos on youtube but I always forget to record them. 
Tonight’s topic? Facebook stalking, and how she’s undercutting my authority.
She wants to Facebook stalk people I perhaps might maybe pay too much attention in real life. I told her this was undercutting my authority in the hierarchy. Then explained that since I stalk her, every move she makes is known to me, proved it by quoting a conversation (which I thought I was making up). 
Now I’m writing a fanfiction, discussing romancing people, and the difference between regular ‘i’m-homophobic’ male response to being called gay and the ‘great-now-thinks-I’m-gay-and-won’t-accept-my-come-ons’ response. 
That about caps it off for today, folks. 

Friday, January 21, 2011

Burn Baby Burn

I'm officially trying to illustrate my newest story, Burn in a comic style. I would've said manga, but it doesn't read right to left. I'm actually surprised that the first page has come out as well as it has in the whole hour and a half I've worked on it. I'm not an artist, but I try. So it's really well done for my childish art level.

This is the story of my fire demon Edan and his human psychic companion Valencia. Well, really its her story, but I normally love my boys the best. It's going to be amazing. I'm sticking to the dark, seething almost apocalyptic world. I'm actually going to have Valencia have to darken herself to fit into it more. Which will mean something later. To Sarah. My only fan.

I plan to have her have to fight to the death with a girl who has a knife towards the end. Though she's naturally sarcastic, I want to force her to have a sunny-ish personality. A real, I want to help everyone, type girl who is forced to grow up and face the reality that not all the people in the world who ask for help are worth the effort. I'm a sadistic author, I think.

I also plan to not have them say the words 'I love you' because it is overdone and not necessary in a story with romance.

Aside from the world in my head, I have had a busy day. I had a meeting with a Study Abroad advisor to discuss a future trip to Stuttgart Germany as well as England that I hope to go on. Got me hopeful, but does not look as promising as I wish.

Also, one of my characters, Jason Hart, has a facebook (mainly for entertainment reasons on my part) and I am now in a three way conversation with him, myself, and Sarah. The night is young.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Insomnia Sparks Productivity

Listening to: Waiting for the End by Linkin Park

So, being the sort of person that I am, or more so being the insomniac aspiring author with too much creative energy to do anything with that I am, I tend to find ways to spend my sleepless nights being productive. When it's warmer outside, I wood work. I'm currently fashioning a sword out of a thin spread of white pine, and by currently I mean since last summer.  When it's cold, I tend to write more often, Stumble a lot, watch way too much YouTube, and browse through DeviantArt look for talent to emulate.

On the occasion that I have both a lot of free time AND a lot of late night energy, I draw. I'm pretty abysmal at it. I still try though. A pipe dream that will never quite die in me. Like my hope that despite lacking talent I can still be a rock star (Here's looking at you for inspiration Beiber). Last night I managed to create two or three not-so-gauge-your-eyes-out awful drawings that still look like an eighth grader in art class drew them.

Mainly, though, between Skyping Sarah (the sister I wasn't graced with by birth because God liked either of our mothers too much) and drawing childish things, I managed to write.

Now, currently I have a novel I'm rewriting for the third time (this time in third person, which is kicking my ass. I'm a first person narrative kind of girl) that actually shows some promise. Another of my books has been shelved for three years due to conflicts with the rewrite. It was nearly four hundred pages handwritten and still in the middle of the tale, so I decided to revamp the whole damn idea. A gathering of short stories that I hope will miraculously blossom into amazing novels. A partially thought out third novel. A poetry collection that takes up a full disk of memory. Two stories of fanfiction dedicated to Yu Yu Hakusho to keep me from becoming too stagnant with writers block. And finally a new story idea that I've become engrossed with.

I'm a paranormal fiction writer by expertise. Expertise at twenty, you scoff? Yes. I've been researching, reading, dreaming, watching movies and shows about most things paranormal and unnatural since I was six years old telling vampire stories during sleep overs. You got a vampire question? I can give you six different theoretical answers.

And no, they don't fucking sparkle.

This new story, though, changes venues a bit from my usual vampire or werewolf lore. Now I'm branching into demons, which is something that is far more vague and uncertain for me. There are literally thousands of demons for every culture. I don't just mean Bible story horned goblins, but actual soul-eating-flesh-stealing bastards. Ah, my new love.

So far I have introduced the female lead, a seventeen (almost eighteen) year old blue-green eyed brunette who cusses too much and is a foster child in a comfortable home, and her initial struggles to set up for the impending fate. I have to say, this economy is the best plot spark I've ever had. It's so much more believable to have someone's home stripped away from them now, and have someone lost in the system, than ever.

I have eight pages written about a demon and a girl who royally pisses him off with no defined plot line so far. I have the set up, the plot idea, and the ending all prepped and ready to go. I'm hoping to make this novel a short one (My first finished novel that I'm rewriting was 396 pages long, edited).  I steer very clear of classic love stories of he came, she saw, they mated, unnecessary fourth installment. I just don't have time for all that. I'm more of a show me you love me don't profess it like a depressed fourteen year old sort of writer. I like action, spunk, bitchiness, blood, cars and guns in my books.

So, I'm planning to post little updates of that in here as well as the other books. I'm sure you'll all fall in love with Christina, Tom, Jason, Wailes, Edan, Valencia, Forrest, Silver, Bain, Damien, Adrain and Shawn over time. They are quite interesting people with troubles and back stories and hatreds that run deep into their souls.

Anyways, being struck by the electrical bolt of inspiration now, so I'm going to dash. I don't think anyone has actually started to read blog, and few probably ever will, but if you have comments, questions, or anything for me to talk about, leave a comment. I'm a fan of responding to everyone who talks to me. Ask my followers on

Guten Abend.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Accept It

Watching: NCIS marathon
Listening to: Shatner of the Mount by Fall on Your Sword

Okay, so deep breath, I'm making the big leap into the blogosphere. This strange world of personal information, quips, travel writing, and odd (but sometimes touching) stories is a new land for me to land on. So far it's been a rocky start. Decided on blog names, post titles, themes and colors and how witty to be. My original blog link was taken by a person who hasn't posted in eight years... so I made one up that I felt worked just as well!

Well, not really. I'm a journal girl, and I mean that I actually write in a notebook. I have seven finished ones after three or so years of writing nearly daily. So this is just a more public form of that exercise.

Basic starting information about me will probably be pretty typical. I'm a twenty-something female, obviously a Gemini (I know, I know, you're shocked). My hair color is in a constant state of change, at least in part. Right now it is dark brown with purple shadowing under my bangs and on the sides of my face and reached to my shoulders. I write, a lot, in my free time and in class, as it is my passion. On some occasions I attempt to draw. I'm rewriting a novel of mine for the third time, and its showing more promise than before.

So maybe I'll get famous and you'll come to read my blog because I'm obviously so awesome and talented. Or you'll buy my book because you read the blog.

I live with my parents because I go to college and work at a low-paying retail chain, and therefore have no money to live on my own with. Am I ashamed? No. This is a sound financial decision.

My imagination runs about as wildly as my mouth. So I will probably make plenty of references to characters in my stories, from shows or movies, or from real life. Some of these things will make sense, more of them won't at all.

I enjoy parodies, Mel Brooks films, reading, DBZ Abridged, YYH abridged, and enjoying life with a slightly warped, mostly dangerous sense of humor.

You'll come to love me, just accept it.