Thursday, July 21, 2011

Catching Up

Listening to: Time is Running Out by Muse

So, there I was in an airport, minding my own business when security walks up and asks if I know who left the backpack at the end of the row of chairs unattended. For a solid five minutes there's the vibration of panic and possible chaos in the air as everyone wonders where the gentleman who owns the bag disappeared to. For those five minutes I thought I had just helped some sap get tasered and interrogated by TSA. Turns out he had been outside smoking, received a stern talking to and was left to meander with the other five of us travelers who dared brave the sky at oh-dark-thirty. 

That is pretty much how my trip started. The Twitter version is far more funny because I was high off a lack of sleep and caffeine. I arrived at the airport in Norfolk somewhere around 3:30 in the morning, before the security gates even lifted. It was eerily like the setting of an apocalypse survival flik. Totally worth it to beat the heat and the crowds, however. My planes were practically deserted. 

I arrived at Portland Jetport a bit early, and was greeted with a glomp and a new friend (Chelsie). Emily is just as awesome as I remembered, and has grown into quite the playful beauty. It was warm, which caught me off guard. And so green! Dear lord, so green and lake filled is that state! Maine is gloriously beautiful. I fell in love with it from the air and was not disappointed on the ground. We drove from Portland to Augusta through Freeport, which is a cozy city/town with lots of shopping and is all historical. Their McDonald's is in a two story house! It was so adorably quaint I didn't know what to do with myself.

Also, their L.L. Bean has a giant boot.

We came to Augusta through Hallowell and made it to Game On Cafe, which is my friend's parents' internet cafe/gaming paradise. It was quite something! They have twelve X-Boxes, a PS3, a computer, pool, foosball, a Wii with a projection screen aimed as a sizable chunk of wall and a downstairs area reserved for card games like Magic the Gathering and I believe DnD. We spent a good bit of time there. The food was epic, the atmosphere super comfy and friendly. Even I played some games and we all know how much I suck at them.

I met Garret, the chef at Game On, caught up with Ms. Sue (Emily's mom) and met Kim and Alex. Chelsie was playing Heavy Rain, which is the super devoted video game where you play as specific characters to get through tasks but you have to made all decisions for the characters and your choices could end up killing you. The point of the game is to rescue your son (as one of the characters) from drowning. At this point you've already lost one child to fate (you and your other son were hit by a car and he dies). A serial killer who only strikes when it rains kidnapped your son and is testing your devotion as a father.

It's pretty warped, pretty twisted and we all became engrossed with watching her navigate it. By the time she beat the game we were all ready for some people to die, some people to be saved and a happy ending.

Augusta is a small city and its very historical looking. I loved the way the houses were built and how the wilderness sort of swallowed the place whole from all sides. I could feel the life around us at all times. It was very nice. Where Game On is, you can walk down to the Kennebec River which is apparently home to fish so big they can't swim without scaring the beejezes out of me by jumping from the water. It's also apparently not a 'safe' place to swim as its polluted.

After a short bit, while we were trying to figure out what to do with our lives for the rest of the night, Jaime and David pulled up in her Jeep. They are both very friendly, happy people. It was hard to not be comfortable around them and I instantly was. Once they showed up, our group decided to hit up a local place called Roosters for pizza. Then we discussed maybe visiting and abandoned asylum, but that fell through due to us not wanting to get arrested. We all ended up going to a ghost trail and walking around midnight under a nearly full moon.

Now that was an experience. It was dark, the mud was thick in some places but we mostly managed to avoid it. Apparently, there's an initiation amongst the friends I was with that involved stripping, running through the woods and waiting to pounce on the group from some randomly chosen vantage point. I did not participate. Someone did, but because I didn't ask, I won't tell their name. But it was hilarious and unexpected. We just turned around and they were taking off like a bat out of hell. Good things happen in Maine.

We headed to Emily's after that and David played some Dead Space 2. Chelsie was telling me about the game, as I've never played, and how Isaac tends to die pretty frequently. The Theory of Isaac is that everytime he dies, he cures one of your sins. I fell asleep on a bean bag chair pretty quick, apparently, and woke up just to go upstairs. When we woke up the next morning David still hadn't gone to sleep and was almost done with Dead Space 1 and had beaten 2.

We ended up at Alex's house for her birthday barbeque and a dip in the lake. The food was great. David entertained us on the piano and even played Time is Running out for the girls to sing while I recorded it. He has quite the talent for musical arts, I was very impressed. The music he played was all his own and it was beautiful. I'm envious. And the way those girls sing! So much better than I could hope, haha. It was great. So we pushed Alex's face into her cake, went to the lake and had a swim. Then we went back to Emily's, changed and got ready to go to Applebees for Alex's birthday dinner before the Harry Potter premiere. WHICH WAS AMAZING.

The next day we ended up at Farmington, where Jaime and David stay. I played Left 4 Dead for the first time, and it was very fun. Fucking Tanks and Chargers though. Seriously? Why are they so damn attracted to Ellis? Does he give off a pheromone?

Anyhow, Farmington is a great place. Its small, has a college, and has wonderful shops where I bought a dress and four pairs of shoes for two dollars a piece. So awesome!

I also tried the hookah for the first time ever, and that was neat! The smoke was smoother than cigarettes and way more pleasant than cigars. We had strawberry and pina colada. So, that was cool. Then we all stayed up real late after eating tacos playing truth or dare. Ian, Hillary's boyfriend (she being cousins with Jaime and David), got me with a food dare. Ugh, I hate food dares. I had to eat this atrocity of a layer cake out of a shot glass. It was salsa, peppercinis, peanut butter, maple syrup, strawberry frosting, paprika and something else I think. But by God I didn't back down.

I have flashbacks to that moment. But that's okay. Someone else had to go streaking. There was a lot of body licking. It was a good time. I fell asleep somewhere around four in a chair, woke up at six to go to Dunkin Donuts with David and Preston, went back to bed immediately after. We had to get home decently early for Emily to go to work, I believe. I ended up spending most of the day with her brother Steven. He took me to Hallowell Day and bought me fried dough. We hit up the Wharf, a local bar joint, and had a drink. Later we also went to the Bridge Street Bar (I think its called that) and I had a Mike's Hard Lemonade for I am womanly.

My last full day there we hit up the coast. I guilted David into joining us instead of finishing Dead Space, with puppy dog eyes. Steve drove up and we visited some shops. I bought Sarah, mum, dad and Boy all presents. Then came the lobster. Dear god, the lobster. It was huge! I couldn't even finish my half, honestly. That boy had no issue tearing through his though, like he had something against it personally. It was fantastic! Emily and I stayed up that night talking and sleeping on the couch like old times.

Before I left the next day we went candlepin bowling and ate a lot of junky foods at the bowling alley. I sucked horribly. It was great fun though! And we hit up the little arcade where, for some reason, we all gave our tickets to Emily. A few goodbyes later and I was on my way home. It was an easy flight back.

It was a great trip, totally relaxing and comfortable the whole time. I really enjoyed myself. I'm still excited about it, actually, haha.

Ramen time before work! It's Janette's last Applebees Night, so we're going to party it up! Laters.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Just A Placeholder

I did not bring my laptop with me for this vacation that I'm on, mostly because of room and partially because I honestly did not think I would have time to post anything, so it would be a waste of space. I was right. No time. I've been extraordinarily busy being awesome with one of my dearest friends in the world, and making new ones I hope last for years to come.

So, as a bit of a filler/place holder post to prove I still exist, I'm going to give a clippy overview of what I need to remember to post about in this blog and the other one (which you should all be reading retailisforchampions).

Dentons, crazy cats, old cats, older brothers, bars, internet cafe of awesome times, anime fans, new friends, truth or dare and horrible side effects, first lobster, sooooo green, fresh air, piano players (and others with musical talents), Left 4 Dead, Dead Space and The Theory of Isaac, Heavy Rain, hair cut, Farmington, Augusta, Portland, cramped into cars, forever unasleep, food, and uber happiness.

Foreigners who can't behave,  children, and something else I don't remember.

Love you guys, I'll be posting again soon I hope. I work the next five days straight, at least. I also have a late night planned on Thursday. But this will happen. Also, Sarah is sick so wish her well. The silly panda.


Friday, July 8, 2011

Never Say Never

My friend Sarah wrote a list of things that she swore she'd never do as a writer. She emailed them to me.

I do 98% of them pretty regularly so I sent her my response.The green is her original statement the blue is my response to her initial rule. Also, she loves the stories I create. Enjoy ;)

·         I will not use the standard format of threes just because that is what people are comfortable with.
·         I use threes because its symmetrical. And pleasing. And sort of fun and kinky.
·         I will not make up my own language just to give die-hard fans another fun thing to learn.  However I will periodically (randomly) mix in foreign langue’s; it’s called culture people, learn to love it. (<- I agree with this, as you’ve read)
·         I will not kill off children under 12 or innocents just to keep the story line going and make the reader feel more invested in the plot.
·         I kill people all the time. Especially children. Especially to drive the plot and build a character up. Meet Jason, the Honey Badger of the literary world.
·         I will not get pregnant half way through my book series and let my hormones fuck up my writing style and kill off half of my main characters.
·         Moot point because most of my characters die numerous times anyway and tend to come back. Or at least two of them do. I’m not sure if werewolves can land on their feet yet.
·         I will not give cancer to a character in every single story I write just so the readers will show some emotion.
·         I make them dejected orphan teenage girls instead. Much more modern and relatable to teens who hate their families.
·         I will not use the same plot over and over again until not even I want to read it.
·         Girl is abandoned by loved ones. Girl meets paranormal hunk. Hunk is a douche. Hunk likes girl but won’t admit it. Girl is obnoxiously independent. Girl nearly dies. Hunk saves day, gives girl credit.
·         I will not release a murder mystery and a children’s novel at the same time because I am a machine and think I’m that damn awesome.
·         I will release a fucking murder mystery children’s novel with graphic pictures just to piss off parents. And then I’ll write it out scene by scene and sell it as a new story parents will love to read. At the same time. Because I am that damn awesome.
·         I will not add an epilog to tell what happens after my story actually ends.  If my endings cannot stand on their own, then obviously they shouldn’t be published.
·         I like epilogues. They’re like the scene at the end of the credits you wait to see because it gives you hope.
·         I will not let my characters fall into stereotypical rolls that have been laid out for me by my favorite writers.
·         Christina= Buffy+Faith.
·         I will not write for anyone but myself.  (And Cynthia)
·         No argument. (But Cynthia would like to see PROOF that you write for her still :p)
·         I will not create a world just to let it fail.
·         No. I will create a world to watch it shatter just to force my characters to rebuild it and develop. Maybe by getting cancer or killing a child.
·         I will not put in huge battle scene if we already know who is going to win it.
·         I will because I like to write when someone gets shot in the head or stabbed through the chest in that fervent hunt for victory.
·         I will not let myself stop writing out of boredom or fear.
·         Or lack of time. Or moving. Or relationships.
·         I will not create a world that is unrealistic on either end of the spectrum.
·         I actually agree with this. Realism is key, unfortunately humans are so deluded that the more realistic you make a world, the more they dream it to be fictitious.
·         I will not write a love story into the plot line and allow it to take over the entire piece.
·         Renegade Angel 1st Ed.
·         I will not be discouraged by rejection.  I fully respect and understand that my style of writing will never be accepted in the academic world.
·         However, my writing style will one day be the basis of a whole new set of academia. And as a professor, I will teach it with Nazi like prowess and force it upon the youth as though it is the Only Way.
·         I will not ‘Shakespeare’ a story because I know it will sell more copies that way.
·         I assume this is something about tragic twists or strange language. I do both.
·         I will not allow my own feelings for the characters I create to cloud my judgment when writing about them.
·         I will. That’s why Forrest ends up shot so many times and Chris is always being subliminally punished for being a bitch.
·         I will not be as good as my favorite authors.  I will be better.
·         I will be the Charlie Sheen of writing all dressed up with nowhere to crazy but you love me anyways because just the sound of my name has enough narcotics in it to get you hooked.
·         I will also stay humble to the people who inspire me and made me who I am. They give me the reason and strength to write and I will acknowledge this with hidden symbolism and inside jokes.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Treasure Hunting

Gene Simmons is probably one of my favorite people to watch on TV. Which partially pains me, because I dislike reality TV. There’s something about Family Jewels that just strikes me right, though. I really love watching it.

We’re watching it between power outages in the face of this kickass Independence Day storm. All I’m saying is and there’s a lot of lightning and there’s a patriotic holiday among us. This sounds like a strong setting for an invasion.

Just saying.

There will probably not be many fireworks going off, what with all the natural sky explosions happening. It’s okay. I prefer thunder and lightning. It’s more relaxing, less intrusive (unless you’re Gidget), and doesn’t involve gunpowder. Although, I am a fan of explosions.

I’ve been slimming down my stockpile of horded crap recently. Went through our storage shed with my brother and his friend, and went through years worth of backlog of my life. It’s funny, actually. So much of the stuff was stuff I’d thought I had lost, or didn’t remember having in the first place.

It was like a strange treasure hunt in which I found pieces of myself that I hadn’t known I was missing. Delightful. I found a story I’d written in the sixth grade about me and a friend of mine, and god, it was so awful. Blackmail worthy. So naturally I read to Sarah over Skype last night. Oh god, the laughter. Also, writing a fan story based on a story you’ve actually written, formed as a gift for a third party?

Sooooo tacky. But I did it.

She can scoff all she wants. She knows she loved it. Haha.

I found a ton of my old stories, sketches, poetry and random whatnots as well. It was sort of refreshing to go through it all again. My brother can say what he wants about me being a packrat. There are reasons I keep the things I do that he thinks are useless. Those stories have history. I may never work on them again, but I like to go back and reread them sometimes. It helps me remember who I am and who I’ve been.

I found a letter from my Paw Paw Holt, and it made it me cry just to read his name on the envelope. I didn’t even get to read it. Instead I read this signature book I had people sign during my last week of school in Mountain Home. My debate team, my friends, classmates and teachers.

Also, that camera I talked about a while back, I found it! Hurrah for relics of the past! I just gotta charge up the batteries and take that baby out into the world again. Maybe I’ll do that thirty day challenge then. I’d much rather do it if I had editing software worth a damn on a laptop that could hold a charge for longer than thirty seconds, but I’ll make do.

Work has been good, fun. Some newbies, namely Elizabeth and Tim and some others, are making it a much easier experience for me. Tim even came to my aid and helped me put a band-aid on my injured finger today! Haha. God I'm clutsy. I punched a ladder leaning against a wall with my elbow. I tripped. I roughed up my skirt on the counter and stabbed myself in the finger to the point of bleeding. Yup.

Say something.

Still dressing up and confusing everyone. I’ve told them that I come in inspired by other people (Cinderella, coworkers, characters) and do my best with my clothes to mimic the idea behind the look. It’s fun. I have to learn to mix, match and do my makeup to get others to see what’s in my head. It’s a good way to work with what I’ve got and keep my hands off of new clothes, as I can’t spend money.

You know, with that kickass trip to Maine coming up. I’m thinking this is going to be a light packing, jeans, tees and jacket sort of stay over. Apparently it’s still cold up there. I’ve never been that far North before. Should be an adventure! That reminds me, I need to warn Emily so she can warn her friends that I plan on filming large portions of events to come, and post them on Youtube. Travel Vlog time!

Oh yeah! Quote of the Day: "I don't care enough about your soul to eat it. It seems like it rotted a long time ago. Bad for the digestion." 

Any how, no idea when power will decide to die again, so I’m going to go do awesome things by candlelight.

Laters, minions. 

PS: Oh yeah, you're all minions now. Get used to it.