Royally Unique

I remember once when an old friend told me something about how funny it was that a frienemy and I would get so into our stories, as if they were real and such. Boy would this make her crazy! My writing obsession just got more exciting!

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=301772251202&ref=search&sid=613912392.1084615863..1

If that doesn’t work, go to facebook, search for the page “proud to be a character”

Caitriona officially has a facebook. hehe!

So Devie, would you suggest I ask your evil twin to draw up the character, or is she too busy? I don’t want to have to wait months for this!

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Wow, do you know what it feels like to have 23 friend requests in one night? Cait feels pretty popular right about now, lol.

I’m so sick of not having a house of my own, enough money for gas to drive places, enough income PERIOD. And I’m SO SICK of the fact that I don’t have kids yet.

There’s this amazing song called “The Survivor” by Phil Keaggy. It’s about a baby whose mother tried an abortion. It didn’t work, and he survived and it’s all in the infant’s perspective and it’s so beautiful. The thing is, Phil used some bible verses for it, “I have heard the slander of many, terror on every side” and “but as for me I trust in thee, o Lord my times are in your hands. You are my God, deliver me from the solution that they have planed” (the bible words it a little different, less rhyme) and while it’s taken out of context (the verses are about David when he’s running from enemies, he’s old and worn out and everything and is just trusting God), it is a beautiful verse. (Psalm 31:13-15)

What I’m getting at is that I can decide to be angry, upset that I’m living with my parents, that we don’t have jobs, that stupid people are having babies with guys they don’t even love (or won’t in a few years, trust me), and I’m doing everything right and can’t have one yet.

But as for me, I trust in Thee. O Lord, my times are in Your hands.

I could choose a different verse, there’s a million on trust, but this one is already put to a song that I love so it’s easier.

And after reading this over, I have to correct something–I will ALWAYS be upset that stupid people are having babies without being married and in situations that just will ruin the poor child’s life.

I forgot how much I love late night writing. Especially when the wind and rain are my background noise!

Problem: Most of my stories are on The Black Pearl (I’m currently on The Black Ninja) and the cord to plug it in is the one our computer monitor is utilizing. I could unplug it but that would actually take more work right now.
Solution: I look for writing prompts online. http://dragonwritingprompts.blogspot.com/ is the one I’ve found most entertaining so far. With pictures of “Fallen Princesses” to character memes. You should seriously check it out.

This one list directs you to list ten of your characters. They can be all from one story but this is SO MUCH FUN to mix them up, he doesn’t actually give any guidelines. I used five males, five females, I have one evil guy, a few deviously bad people, and some favorite good guys.
Then it gives you some prompts, for example “3 falls in love with 5. 8 is jealous. What happens?”

I found it amazing how some things lined up, like the people who would be “making out” were thankfully opposite sex, number 9 is supposed to murder number 1’s best friend and my 9 so happened to be my most evil character. “1 arrives late for 2 and 10’s wedding. What happens, and why were they late?” haha, I think it would be because 1 is the girl who is supposed to marry 2 while 10 shouldn’t even be in the picture. Pretty sure 1 will stop this wedding. Although I have no idea why number 3 (Syrshia Crimson) would be starting a day camp!

This is seriously the most fun I’ve had all week and I’m going to try and fine more!

If you try this, I’d love to see some results!

Is there something about having sex outside of marriage (or simply living with someone who is in danger of allowing that to happen) that makes people think everyone else is fake?

I’m volunteering by giving company to a tetraplegic and she’s very much a smart alec. I figure I’ll visit a few times a month but since she smokes I can’t be around too much.

I’m going to try and go to school, have worksource (or workforce? I heard them call themselves both) pay for it, but that means I have to choose an in demand job. So I can get a job as a receptionist pretty much (actually there’s a loophole I have to do for it. Since “receptionist” isn’t in demand, but “computer specialist” is, and they have pretty much the same classes, I can do that. Crazy.) and on my own try to get a degree in interpreting.

I can’t wait to get out of this house. I’m so glad my parents offered, but the lack of space is driving me crazy. So is my little brother.

I went to the college to watch my brother play soccer but to do so I had to carpool with him for his class so on Friday I got to wake up at 7 and sit in on a philosophy class. That was boring. They were breaking apart arguments for or against same-sex marriage, by looking for the ambiguous words. Because that’s an exciting way to spend an hour and a half. It was worth it though to watch a fight almost break out during the soccer game!

Must… refrain… from strangling… stupid people…….

I went to a “tea party” on Sunday. The Sister-In-Law decided to have one for all the girls in the family, and the boys go to have a treasure hunt thing.

Next year will be better, as I intend to help with the planning this time (the treasure hunt will have a map leading them to different areas and they have to find an item at each area, at the end they put the items together and it’s a game to play or something, and the girls’ tea party will be show and tell, where the older ones get to write a poem/song and share it, and the younger ones can either try that or bring a favorite item to share) but for this being the first time I think it went okay.

The girls had to be upstairs while we got their table ready for them and so the boys helped us set it. It was adorable how much they enjoyed it–wiping the tea plates clean, setting plates out, gushing over how extravagant our table was set up, etc.

So it was nice, but not majorly exciting. Really the most fun I had was setting the table with the boys.

Afterward though, when the children were all ready for bed but just playing around in the room–and while I waited for my husband to finish working on his mom’s computer–I decided to go up and visit with the kids. After a few minutes I decided I’d read to them. I said, “first book I get, I’ll read.” So they ran off and came back with a handful of books. I read the first one, then had time for as second, which was the story of Jonah. Almost all of them said, “Oh, yeah, Jonah,” or “Oh I know this one.”
“Good,” I said, deciding to make it more entertaining, “Then you can help me read this one. One day, God told Jonah to go to Puyallup.”
“What??” The 7-year-old said, looking at me incredibly confused.
“Ninevah,” her brother corrected me.
“Oh okay, God told Jonah to go to Ninevah.”
It continued like that for a few pages until they decided to add references from the Veggietales version.
“Why did the other people wake Jonah up?” I asked them.
“To make everyone see whose fault it was.”
“To shoot him out of a bowling ball!”
The 10-year-old decided to get silly, “No, you guys are getting the movie wrong!”

So now I can’t wait for the next sleepover my in-laws have so I can read more stories.

So I found out this girl I know (she’s slowly becoming a friend, we’ll call her Bryn) tried committing suicide this last week, and this isn’t the first time. I’m going up to visit with her tomorrow and hopefully help a little. She’s had a lot of issues in the past, one of which included her having to watch her best friend get hit by a car and die. Mix that with another friend who had nightmares involving buses and the result is my own nightmare. I watched someone get hit by a bus. I could have called out “watch out” or something, but I figured the bus would see him, right? Wrong. He got hit and died and it was a very devastating dream. I remember crying a lot and figuring I knew how Bryn felt, except in her case it was her best friend. In mine, it was someone I didn’t know. But I can multiply that regret and sadness that I felt and figure out her feelings.

I have never dealt with this specific issue. I’ve dealt with friends who have anorexia, sort of–none of them have ever been hospitalization-bad–and I know MANY people with depression, but none of them have tried suicide that I know of.

Bryn also has issues with self image and mean people. So I’m hoping I can help her not be so depressed. Those things I can try to give advice for, the rest of it, no matter what I say, will definitely take time. I’m not sure what I’ll say.

One of my “worst nightmares” just came true last night. I guess it wasn’t so bad. Even though my moral support bailed on me. And my “family” was late so I was as alone as I felt for about half an hour. And my most recent “best friend” has decided she loves christmas more than our friendship so I couldn’t talk to her. Hell I’m sick of talking to her now. I hope she never requests me as a friend on facebook again because I’d have to ignore it. I don’t text or call her anymore unless it’s business. She won’t listen to me about her stupid boyfriend and she won’t listen to me about anything else so why should I say anything? And why should I accept any advice or even consoling from her? It’s just not worth it anymore.

I’ve come to the realization that I’m not first on anyone’s list. And I’ll just accept that.

So if I saved your life, I would tell you, “In honor of me saving you, I want you to celebrate the day of my birth. Not on my own birthday, don’t worry about that. In fact, don’t even really think of me much then. That’s not important at all. What IS important is that you try to turn my enemy’s birthday into something good. So on that day, give other people presents. Not me. I don’t want anything from you, what’s important is that you spend money and time on gifts for those who will give you things in return, and maybe a few people who actually need things. A few things you also need to consider. The swastika–Turn that into something good too, like a pinwheel of blessings to anyone who spins it. Skulls and crossbones, those should be representative of how you could have been dead if I didn’t save you so display those all over your house. And I want Tinkerbell to be a huge part of it. If you focus on being good ONLY during this season of HER birthday, then Tinkerbell will float around your house with her magic pixie dust and you too could fly on that night. That oughta make people realize what a nice person I am for saving your life, right?”

With that said, I think I officially hate christmas.