Angies Diaries!
Since I'm so used to babbling to all of you... thought I'd pass time by babbling offline and posting it for aaaanyone who's bored enough to read this ranting hored of words!
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Nothing like staying up at two in the morning after spending 2.40 on internet time and posting a stack of things I did the night after I hoped online last time… I don’t think the net dude has ever seen so much writing on a diskette before, lol
Speaking of spunky clueless Net dude! *Gets all huffy* he ate 15-20 minutes of my time ‘helping’ open things for me to copy and past (one would honestly not think it’s that hard) since everything was password protected or in Greek -_- and the dude OPENED them for me, showed them to me, then closed them, REPEATEDLY, after I asked him to keep the damn things open, *was discreetly starting to get huffy and puffy* Luckily he left me on my own, I think he figured I knew what I was doing after I decided asking for help was too time consuming and pointless and did it all on my own… good thing the files he downloaded from my diskette or floppy disk for some people *remembers the REAL floppy disks before the diskettes and additionally think diskette sounds better* Must be related to Wolverette!! Uh, I mean *get’s back on track* the dude put the information into a file called ‘Downloads’, all I had to do was look around for that clicking numerous large scribbly worded buttons!
It felt strange having a mouse again instead of the touch pad, but at the same time, so perfectly natural! *Swoons*
I just barely managed to post everywhere at NE because the guy spent so long ‘helping me’. I can’t believe it’s 2.40 my daily meal is 1.95! I’ll have to go two days without eating to get online! *Remembers the half Yuro she ate for an entire day when Matt was down* Or I could get one meal and have it last two days instead of eating the last half later…*remembers good ol’days where she used to eat like a hobbit* We were still having breakfasts after lunch! *Would have her tummy explode if she tried to eat half of what they used to have for their average meals*
I still had a few replies, like Raziel for TE, and a new bio I made for TE, my robot dude, though dunno if I’ll play him yet, I’ll see how my time goes… and and and my Roll call *Get’s dazed look from all the characters she has there*, and a comment on Magneto, I should be able to post that when I post this though! *Rocks back and forth* Must post…
Hey! That reminds me for no particular reason, yaaaay, I have money from tutoring the clueless mortal kiddies Angli-English!! Yay, no skipping meals! Once I leave Greece, I don’t think I want to see another sandwich again, 10 months of HEALTHY sandwiches, bleeeeh… Good thing I even it out with occasional Macca’s!
I don’t know if I can download thingies at the I-spot café, I was afraid to ask the guy while I was paying for the time and he left when my hour finished and the other dude was even more clueless! At least there weren’t any new replies that I could see, I didn’t get a chance to go to MG…*wants to post as Torrel very, very, very badly lately*
Weeeeee…*Had two whole bowls of spaghetti with sauce (granted they were half a bowl and less) and seems to be hyped up from all the intake of rare energy food* Go Aliki! She brought food over, with meatballs! But I ate them yesterday…*Eyes light up* I miss meatballs! Had to walk to the other side of the country to find an Internet place, so I was hungry! And I thought walking from my couch to the phone was exhausting! At least they had decent English songs there, the only songs I have been listening to here at home, or that I have are basically the bunch Matt got for me, go Matt! *Hops up and down with little pompoms in a ‘Matt Rules’ cheerleading outfit* All the rest are either over listened to or my brothers got them for me… *won’t mention the horrid things they got her thinking she’d like them as it would insult music everywhere to call them songs*
*Has become slightly obsessed with the Lacuna Coil – Cold Heritage song from Matt’s 2nd cd* Such a nice song, I like the animation that’s with it as well, Jin’roh… but then again, I’ve always been obsessed with that sort of Japanese style of anime and manga and such… *remembers good ol’ days of going to videos stores* One day I will get videos again! …Oooooooooone day! *Watches Lacuna again and pretends to has a DVD on*
*Restlessly hops from one topic to another in desperate need to babble endlessly*
And I like that siggy for Victoria you did Lady! And Loza’s siggy’s are nice, but she’s taking Arisa away from Arlen at this point in time so my characters and I aren’t talking with her until Arlen hunts down Mika and rips him apart to prove what a wonderful Mate he is for Arisa!
And I can’t really alter anything I post since when I read other replies I don’t have the time to type extra or edit what I have, like I realized now that I have mentioned only three teams instead of four in at least one of my missions replies… So sorry for that everyone! I forgot to edit it and only realized after I got home and – being bored – reread over what I had typed >>
I have babbled enough! *Strikes superhero pose with her ancient Ninja turtle towel her daddy got her in Singapore when she was 8 or younger as her cape*
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*Returns days later* Needa post… needa do something… *rocks* No TV, only greek music on little battery radio Aliki gave us, and very very VERY crummy –is being polite- English songs… run out of characters to make siggies for, and made siggies for the team missions, though I could make siggies for the trip to the past…and maybe Garnet, Frost and Madi ‘dying’…*looks around in search of something to do but is getting so bored she doesn’t want to do anything* I’m even massaging mum’s back eagerly for entertainment! *Is a thing she usually despises since she’s been doing it since she learned to walk and lazily hates all the effort needed with a passion* I wish school will hurry up and start, at least that will give me SOMETHING to do in this primitive land of Aussie-lessness!
oooo! That reminds me! I accused mum of having an affair with Matt – They were sending secret messages to each other! And of course I used my smarts to see through their deceitful lies and see the truth of their romantic relationship! But instead Mummy said friends are conspiring against the vile netlessness of this ‘house’ to help throw it into the new millennium and grant it net access! Which is MUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH better then Matthias having babies with my mummy… *nods with slightly paled expression*
Which is AWSOME! …the Net thingy… not the Matt/Mum/Babies-having thingy…
Though I was getting close to affording it myself! I get twenty euro from polluting the youngin’s minds with Anglish speech, ten of which goes into transport, seven into food for the week (Hey, even I need to eat!) And the rest goes into saving for the net! Unless I buy a drink…*eyes the 1.63 she has in her money bowl after two and a half weeks of saving* So I woulda been online by Friday …Year 2210!
Hmm… though lady is the kind who cancels if the kiddies are tired… *grumbles since she cancelled today’s session* Honestly, a babbling Angie isn’t THAT difficult to understand! *Has image of the smaller boy of the twins but looks two years younger staring at her in a dazed perplexed fashion* Obviously his intellectual mind was busily translating the complexity of the sentence I had blurted out (That and he was probably thrown off a little by the occasional ‘Honestly’ and ‘sheesh’ added in on the ending of some sentences unintentionally)
So… a more realistic assumption would be 2503! XD
And you wouldn’t believe it!! *Sits down at 4am to babble*
Heading to their place, the mother, Sophia, was meant to meet me at the corner, where the taxi dropped me off, but instead of mum calling her at ten to seven like I said (Mum was meant to call so Sophia didn’t stand in the cold) mum called at ten PAST seven…*was standing in the icy cold in a not very warm jacket alone in the dark* No one knew the street I needed to get to and eventually a girl my age-ish helped me and spoke a little English, she called her aunt (they lived two houses down from where I was dropped off by the taxi on the corner) and eventually we walked around looking for the place, her aunt pointed us in the right direction. I had Sophia’s number mum gave me but no one had answered. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeventually we rounded a street and turned down another street and walked ahead a little and managed to find Sophia’s house… went up to the door, rang the buzzer (it was an apartment, she was on the 5th floor) one of the kids picked up but being young and squeally I thought it was Sophia and told her it was me and if she could let me up. They said no and go away… -_-… the girl rang it again (after we both stared in shock) and then they said stop ringing the bell and go away again… hhhhhhhhhmmmmmm… so we called Sophia’s number another three times until someone picked up, and a guy sounding EXACTLY like Mixali (probably Michael in some strange language) who is her husband, he asked who I was looking for and I said Sophia and that it was mmeeeeee and then he said it was the wrong number!! *Was starting to feel just slightly unwanted* >>…
Luckily another woman from the building escorted a friend of hers out and we asked her if she could go see what the heck was happening! She went up, came back down, and said the boys say that their mother is out to pick the REAL me up, ….who would impersonate ME? No one KNOWS me around here.. anyway we waddled about ten meters from the house and Sophia was waiting and another right across from the corner I was on was just across the street (she arrived there almost as soon as we left)…-_- we walked in a large circle, no one knew the street which was just a few meters away from them and they LIVED in the area!
OOOONION-SHEESH-LYYYYYYYY!! *Squeals in agony while mimicking Matt’s version of her ‘honestly’ remark*
-----Clonks out in a coma of sleepiness------
-: Day Something of the Angie Netless Saga :-
We return to our young heroin and find her working hard around the house, after cleaning the kitchen, doing the dishes, washing the floors and – dramatically eerie music plays – just finishing up cleaning her room – cues shocked gasps and thudding of fainting bodies as they hit the floor – ………………
I feel so energetic and helpful…*screams* MAKE THE HORRID FEELINGS GO AWAY!!
And to top of this awful day of house cleaning while mum was off at work (surprised her when she came home, I think she’s starting to reconsider getting net for me >>) the manager dude who juuuust so happens to live opposite us turned off our water because they broke something before we moved in and now it’s flooding the old lady underneath us…*Can picture waking up one day and everything having collapsed through the floor and crushed old granny lady in her sleep*
Which isn’t good, because mum is REALLY working hard, she started massaging people for extra money (That’s right people, we can now afford eat every few days something that is NOT a damn sandwich!) But she sometimes does two even three in a row before or after work (or worse on her days off) and that takes quite a few hours, usually one and a half for each people she does, sometimes two, and if she does two people for two hours that’s four hours of full on massaging!! (But she’s quite good I hear) And this … this… *eye twitches angrily*…GREEK MORTAL(!) keeps disturbing us, and instead of organizing things, plans them without our knowledge and impressively manages to bring plumbers, workers, drop by himself or some other THING either when mums recovering from the excruciating day or nights work, or he’d come on the one day mum manages to organize as a lazy day (She’s tried a few times, hasn’t had a day to herself yet…)
Mum came home today, she’s feeling sick (and she’s really tired) and apparently she fainted at work, they were going to take her to the hospital (shifty look since they’d have to pay for it and don’t have money) and not only did mum say she was alright (when she wasn’t) she went to two massages and worked three hours!! I think she woulda gone to the hospital, I could afford it, I know she’s tight but I got 15 from Sophia so it couldn’t have been more then that… unless they wonna pump her full of drugs like they did to me… >> But she didn’t want to go I think mainly because she had to do the massages, that’s 30 euro she gets from the two people, so on top of the thought she couldn’t go to the hospital coz she couldn’t afford to miss out on thirty euro after fainting at work, she came home to before mentioned ditz and he had turned off our water (we of coursed realized when mum dragged herself into the bathroom to have a nice hot shower… with invisible water…)
So, mum tells him off, makes him turn it back on so she can have a shower, then Aliki and her sister Dimitra (Dimitra loved Matt’s hair *nods*) come over before mum could get in and so they talked for a little while, Aliki gave us a mini portable stove top-thingy! So we can fry things now, or boil, or whatever … When they left mum FINALLY went to have a shower aaaaaaaaaand --- he had turned the water off again!!!!!!!
*Watched mum get so angry in her expressions she ended up just fizzling out quietly into a fuming temper of lazy proportions which ended in a tired sigh*
There’s a freaky greek dude that stalks me when I’m out after dark *whimpers* He’s got some mental condition, sometimes he seems like a normal Greek (dazed, perving and loud) other time’s he is drooling and looking lost, that’s not what bothers me (he’s sick it’s not his fault) it’s the fact he waddles after me when I leave the apartment, there’s a shop beneath us and he’s friends (I think, might even be relations being greece and all) with the shop keeper (who in addition seems to think my chest is talking to him and that I possess no head) Mum got really scared because when we where thinking about going into the MUST internet café, which for some reason just strikes me as an internet café, can’t figure out whhhhyyy…*eyes the name* it’s doing something illegal they say, like gambling, so it’s not a real internet place, I had a hunch something was up by the bouncers at the door… I mean, internet is precious… but 6 foot something bulky bouncers? Not that I’m complaining about the eye candy though… just the cross-country walk to a real internet place! But the dude waddled over towards us and stood next to us and stared at meeeee…*Was busy staring at the computers inside the little room she could just get a glimpse of before having mum huddle her close and scurry off to the safeties of the apartment building*
Actually that reminds me! I saw a guy that looked JUST like Matt! Only taller.. and scrawnier, and his eyes were greenish yellow and very pale, so not Matt’s indecisive multi-coloured chameleon eyes that alter shade in various habitats/light! *Spent about ten minutes staring at the Matt look alike and pointing out his non-Matt features, drove mum insane faster then usual* But it was amazing, for a fleeting moment I had really though it was Matt! I mean honestly… the added fact he was around the café with spunkiness just cemented my beliefs…
Stay tuned for further updates on the Angie Netless Saga! -------*again passes out*---------
Alright, I have decided to do something that probably won’t happen, but hey, I can try, and if it doesn’t work out, then, what have I lost other then two or so years? As some of you might have guessed (though admittedly it’s hard for many to pick this up) I’m just slightly obsessed with writing! *Nods as if everyone’s giving her shocked expressions of surprise* And since I was a wee little lass, I’ve wanted to do a book, soooooo… I’m going to do a book! Why not? My daddy did one… two… maybe three >> I know he did some that he didn’t publish, and he had a character called SuperRoo.. some sorta mechanical alien robot kangaroo…*giggles* I used to have the books, I don’t know what happened to them in all the moving, I thought I brought it with me but I don’t know… I’ll ask mum, maybe she packed them somewhere, or my brothers have them with the rest of my stuff. Anyway, thinking of that now, that was so Aussie!! A robot kangaroo…*giggles again* Honestly, but I remember he read it too me once, I woulda been around eight, I don’t know if he published it, I know he have artists do pictures, I saw one, but his ‘best friend’ who not only stole all of the Laser Cosmology books he had ready to put on library shelves after dad had his stroke, but ALSO took $60,000 from selling my shares as well as money dad had, and with dad getting money from people to put his book together he owed a lot of cash which mum was forced to pay over a couple of years…(I say a lot, but…that’s an understatement >>).
Well, if my daddy can do a book on a giant robot kangaroo crash-landing in the Aussie outback (admittedly I don’t remember much, I was very young when he read it to me and you all know my memory…) then I can do a book on Gysha! I mean, I got the lands and I got a few characters… I even got wild life and gods and yudda yudda… And that’s what I always wanted to do, write a book, I used to write lots of stories when I was in primary school but when I showed them to my brother who was at the time getting good marks for his own short stories in English, Chris seemed to groan and moan with a lot of things I showed him… (ok, bare with me, I was in PRIMARY school) But it did sorta crush me, he never gave any positive feed back, never told me how to improve, never gave suggestion, just said things like ‘this is so over done’ or ‘do I have to read it all’ -_-
I mean fair enough, it was probably all very horrible scribble, but he ought to have been a tad more helpful in my opinion! Anyway, I have been wanting to write a book of Gysha since before I turned it into an RPG, and when I turned it into an RPG people seemed really taken with it at times but then would leave. Now I knew my writing wasn’t very good when I first did MG, but that’s what hooked me to Role Play, the way my skills improved with all the different people who I met, the main attributes in my writing styles would have to be Mich from WAY back when I first started (during the few sentences per post years *could do three sentences and was still considered a really awesome poster* ) Then Judo, god bless him! He really added flavor to my text, he helped me understand the beauty of words, and Chelsea inspired my creativity, and Loza uh… and Chelsea was just so splendid to work with! Nah, Loza was awesome, as hard as that is to believe
I met Loza before she Joined MG version 1, but we really kicked off at MG, and then later realized at one of Lady’s RPG’s that we were both Aussie, and on top of that, both lived in Melbourne! That really helped me get along with her, she was always around and proved a wonderful victim to give endless hours of posts to! Natalie has been a wonderful joy to – on occasions – post with, but Alex had also been a driving force in pushing my writing styles, and it saddened me to think he took such little pride in his own skilled postings, he just never accepted his talent. And the crème-de-le-crème…Matt! He expanded what Judo had shown me, I mean really, the guy (*scribbles that out and replaces it with ‘thingy’*) gave me a better insight into the human language, and even taught me some English XD. Sometimes we forget how beautiful a language can be and he reminded me that sometimes the weaving a wonderful tapestry of words is what makes a post remarkable, not just the action within it.
And then there’s Jenn… while Judo and Matt focused on showing me the splendor of words, she – with her post on Catherine’s cat boots in Lost Angels so long ago as an example – showed me that details can help define a character. Though sometimes I think I go into too much details, I can just imagine half of you skimming over some of my 3000-5000 word posts
The thing is, I love the collection of characters we have at MG now, hmm… I don’t think Torrel will be the same without Lexes!
But I’ve decided so far on three books; all taking place at the same time.
Book One: Torrel Farrendor & ???… Probably another Shifty dude, or dudette…?
Book Two: Paige Adrika Devark & A Darker Character
Book Three: William Thomas & Ishka Owabi
Admittedly I’d love to use characters like Massai, Lord Kayel, Lexes, Kairi (additionally her home), and even someone like Aiwendil would be nice, since I wanted to make it based on the RPG, characters like Randall and the afore mentioned seem such a perfect representation of the world and those within it. I know I can make new characters to replace them, but someone like Massai would be needed to bring Ishka across the seas, and Lord Kayel is just … well… you know, Profound darkness and all!! I’d feel like I’m cheating since I know I’d want someone just like Lexes to be part of Torrel’s life, and even if I make him totally different it would feel like I’m stealing Matt’s idea… I’ll admit, this is really making things hard! I mean, even if I could brainwash you into letting me use your character ideas I’d feel utterly lost on getting them to interact with others *can now suddenly see herself sending over what she has and having Lady, Judo or Matt responding as to how they want their characters to react* Well that would be interesting;
Gysha – The Rebirth of Darkness
Dragon Riders of Elrak
Authors: Angie, Judo, Chelsea, and Matt
Gysha – The Rebirth of Darkness
A World of Magic and Turmoil
Authors: Angie, Judo, Chelsea, Matt …*realizes all her books would be like that* …*screams*
It would be like an RPG… just… printed and sold … x_X …
Ok, I dunno… I still want to do the book; I’ll just have to be careful, I could always have William be the Lexes like chara-no… William would be all miserable ‘they slaughtered all I knew and loved’ not someone Torrel can look up to -_-…
But once that’s all figured out I…*gets distracted*…wait, would that really be a bad idea? I mean… think about it, we already spend time posting with each other, maybe we ought to make a book and sell it! It’s not like it’s something we don’t enjoy… and I’ll do most of the work, wouldn’t that be fun though? If I type out a story, you won’t have to do much other then reply with your character to the situation at hand in the scenes they are involved with, that way we stick to the main characters at MG and have all our characters sold on shelves for the world to admire! *Pictures book getting eaten by moths*
Ok, so maybe that won’t work… it appeals to me (once we’d iron out the wrinkles) but that’s because I’m so used to posting! And authors have teamed up before, but not everyone has the time I have at the moment. And I doubt I’d get much money, if any at all, but it’s something I really want, I guess because I’ve gotten attached to our characters at MG for a moment there I thought it would be fabulous to keep some of the ones I know fit well into story lines. Granted I wouldn’t mind paying for the right to use – for example – Lexes, but in the end I’d need to send every scene that has Lexes over to Matt to have him proof read, edit, add, chop, hack, delete, rewrite and then send back to me for re-polishing. *sighs* and it’s 5am, I’m allowed to babble!
All that aside for now, I thought it would be cool if I hopped from one character to another, having two main focuses (I thought of three, but then it’s getting a bit crowded for the reader to handle I think) But the two characters, William and Ishka for example, wouldn’t really meet, however – another example – Paige and Torrel may cross paths, so in Torrel’s book he’d have a passing glance at Paige, perhaps share words or whatever, but he wouldn’t know anything about her, the readers would be seeing the encounter completely through Torrel’s eyes. And in the book starring Paige (and my darker character I’m struggling to find to replace an awesome dude like Lexes…*grumbles at Matt’s perfect creativity*) we’d see the encounter entirely from her side, I’d have to be careful not to duplicate anything word for word otherwise a reader may find the cross over encounters dull *fidgets* But I’m very keen on that idea… Only if they are all taking place at the same time, then I’d have to have the entire story in one book due to having it span over three books like I intended, that would make… nine books o.O … though more books mean more chances of foolish bored readers picking it up…*ponders*…how in GYSHA’s graces can I write NINE books, three different outlooks on, no, I mean six different outlooks on the happenings in Gysha at the one time! I’ll have to make sure to have the stories completely unrelated save for the rare or short cross over scene, because once a reader reads one book, they’ll know what the story will be leading up to and the ending wouldn’t be very exciting. But if I have them all on different paths it wouldn’t be so predictable, hopefully offering the reader continuous enjoyment while simultaneously seeing all the different parts of Gysha. (Honestly now, what single character can travel EVERY single land!?)
*Gets a dazed expression* Well… I suppose I can only start and see where I go from there, I started Torrel’s book, I did his introduction in Galdor’s seaport! I read it to mum (she has been wanting to do a book for a while herself, with both parents super keen on writing books, no wonder I’ve got posting in my blood!! But she never gets around to doing it, I don’t want to be like her and just say ‘oooh, I wish I did this and that and always wanted to write a book’, I will do as dad did, and right a book!) well mum looked wishfully and sighed (in the ‘god we’re so poor now’ kinda way) and then asked why can’t I do something nice like that but write a book with it! So she said it in a way that made it sound like a last resort, I’ll over look that and pretend she was swept away from the splendor of my magnificent writing skills! *Looks around pleasantly in her own perfect little world* She did say she liked what I wrote… I just want to get everything down and I’ll definitely comb over the finished product and add details and all sorts of stuff. I thought of making a really blank skeletal book first, you know right things in their most basic and non-detailed of forms and then flesh it out, but I don’t know if I can be ‘non-detailed’…
But at least that means I have her support, as long as I can come up with a finished product of acceptable qualities I think she’ll help me shift it off (and most likely will plan exactly how to spend whatever money is earned from it if such a miracle as ‘profit’ occurs). Myself, I have no hopes for getting anything from it, I really don’t think people will buy my books if I manage to get them on the shelves (come on, admit it, have YOU heard of a story called SuperRoo!? (6) *Knows this doesn’t work but fits better with the comment*) maybe a couple of clueless readers might glance at the first few pages, but that means Torrel’s intro would be read, which means my Torrel had a chance in the spotlight *Eyes light up*… before they dump it back onto the self XD… (That’s assuming it even GETS that far…)
I finished MG’s map, I’m not a hundred % fond of the rough draft, I only did a ‘detailed’ map of Dracona at the moment, I’ll get onto the others soon though, I want to have at least the sketches done before I get too into the books, that way I know what’s going on and where my characters are going and what they are passing. I’ll be doing all three books at once, I know it’s not the best thing, since I’ll be taking even longer, but I’ll put more focus into Torrel’s book for now, I just want to have the others started during the times I’m stuck with Torrel and whoever else is starring in the book with him, but having no real contact together. I’ll probably have it be another shadier character, someone who will meet up with either Paige or William… or both…
I don’t know if it’s been done before, I’ll admit I haven’t picked up a book since Primary school…*hangs head in shame* it’s just I devoured everything, I mean EVERYTHING, and being a twelve year old who’s read every saga in the school and community library that was of fantasy or fiction blew the minds of the librarians, but meh, they ran out of books so by 14-15 I was bookless, even read all the educational animal/insect/other thingies biology and nature geographical books for kiddies…*wonders if anyone can guess when she started posting* >>… after that I got too consumed in posting to find new books to read…
Though I picked up a book today!! *Looks all proud* My brother got it for me so I had something to read in Greece, Sad thing being I’ve read it… Shadows of a Dark Queen by Raymond E.Feist. It’s amazing I remembered it, I opened the first page and already recognized the book -_- why couldn’t my memory be like that when it came to school tests!? *Pats her permitted cheat sheets* Only Aussie can allow you to cheat in an exam! *Remembers Matt and Anja’s shocked expressions*
I don’t care though, and it doesn’t matter if I *opens book to his mini-bio* wasn’t educated in the university of California, or that I didn’t additionally graduate there with honors in Communication Arts. I’m perfectly fine speakin’ ‘xactly how I am without’em fancy smancy diplomacies and ‘honors’ *Sticks nose in air* Plus, I can get someone else to help me with my English if I DO have troubles, like… Matt! *Taps fingers together menacingly* Nah, mum is extremely good, but I don’t think I’ll have any trouble, though it’s not a bad idea to get further help, I did very well in English, it’s just… there’s something about University that isn’t Angie-ish, can’t figure out what…*Looks around lazily while Lady runs back and forth lacking time to post* Besides, I can get an editor-dude or dudette! Dear lord, now we’re getting into editors and agents, something stressful might be ahead for me, but, honestly, what could be more stressful then my current situation!?
It would be good to do this, I’ve wanted to do a book since I was in Primary, but my skills weren’t very good…*coughs at early posts at NE as proof*
Since dad got sick I haven’t really had any goals, and my brother John makes it his mission to demoralize me, humiliate me, degrade me and hurt me because of that, so to say I lost the will to try would be an understatement after he started trying to ‘help me’, what’s with all these people helping me and in the end just ruining everything instead!? *Thinks of the Greek dude at the I-net Café the other day*
I always used to want to be a scientist, probably because dad had me working with him in his office so much I just grow up in that world, who wouldn’t want to be a scientist when you got to watch grown men play around with robots!? It’s funny, now I remember something mum told me, dad used to write things and sometimes he’d scrunch up the paper and drop it next to him if he wasn’t close enough to the bin so he can dispose of it later. And one day he got really absorbed in something and made a little mess, my brother Chris (who is four years older then me, John is eight years older) went up to him as a toddler and said to my dad; ‘Len, do you know how a vacuum works?’
And my dad, being the intellectual scientist possessing two master degrees from the Walsh University of some important named place that he was, replies; ‘Well you see…*Proceeds with explaining the systematic workings of a vacuum cleaner and the scientific reasons behind the suction powered device*
Staring blankly, my brother then shakes his head and replies exasperated; ‘No silly, you push the button!’ *Points at the ‘On’ button*
*Rolls around laughing* That’s my daddy…
Actually, one of his proudest moments he says was when he walked in and saw me sitting in one of the book cupboards in his lab room, amusing myself by screwing and unscrewing one of the screws that had come loose on the shelf above *Is good to know she was always so easily amused* I remember when I did that as well! *Was extremely fascinated* XD
At the same time he’d also showed me all his work on SuperRoo, I don’t really remember it well, but I have images burned into my mind, I know he wanted to make a computer game back then of SuperRoo, he even dreamed of making a movie! …*Drifts off as she pictures Orlando taking up the role of Torrel for the upcoming box office smash hit, Gysha-The Rebirth of Darkness Trilogy!*
I guess my entire future was planned around dad, we’d work together, we’d live together, I was a real daddy’s girl wasn’t I? Well it seemed like a lovely future! He was even going to get me a computer all for myself, you can image how that one over my affections
But he got sick when I was twelve so I hadn’t discovered the joys of posting, otherwise he would have gotten it sooner for me, I know he always wanted me to never work after all the pain he went through, though it didn’t count if I was working for him, I think it was because he knew he’d be able to take care of me and watch over me, probably woulda gotten difficult to live with during my rebellious years! He was fairly well off money wise so it was extremely possible that I‘d not have to work, though I’m sure he intended for me to do SOMETHING, but if it wasn’t science related he’d scoff at it
…Speaking of which, did I ever rebel? *Ponders* I don’t think I have! I ought to schedule a rebellion then!!
Well, I really zoned out of school work after he got sick, maybe that was my rebellion…*pouts*
Had my teachers in a spin though, I’d get A+ for the first half of the year and gradually it was dwindle down, same thing every year, all the way into high school, they couldn’t figure it out, it was so cute watching them at the parent teacher interviews, saying the same thing every year with a perplexed and dazed expresion… they looked all confused when comparing notes with all the other teachers, I think they thought I went through some sorta traumatic event at the end of every year,
All up the one thing that’s stuck with me is to do a book, so why put it off? Even if I don’t do it all at once, I could write as much as possible, and if by chance I get distracted, and I neeeever get distracted… then the books not going anywhere, I can always go back to it. I can either not bother to do it because it might not go anywhere or I can try and do it and accomplish a dream I’ve had since before discovering the complexity of the workings of a screw! *Has the urge to find a screw now, now remembers Max’s siggy about Matt who screws both him and his life……* I meant the metal twisty thingy, THE METAL TWISTY THINGY!
It’s almost 7am now… better clonk out, want to finish the maps when I wake up and get back into Torrel’s travels. I don’t know, I started him off in Galdor, but maybe – for length sake – I ought to have started him in Tyrian, give people a feel for the land he has grown up in, then again, I don’t know if that’s the start I’d want for him, I guess it doesn’t matter, I can see how it goes and I always can edit things later! I’d adore the chance of having you lot read over it and tell me your opinions as I go, I’m really head strong on this, I don’t want to bother any of you with it though, so if I get pesky, just shoo me off…
Oh! And while I remember, my online time will still be restricted due to lack of money, I’ll be online once every three days (meaning two days without logging on) I’ll see how much that eats into my budget and we’ll work from there. At least doing the books will help pass the time, plus with school and work now I should be all right, or at least as well as possible knowing I’m going to be slacking behind in posts! Though at least I know I’ll definitely have at least ONE reply by the time I get back online!
And since I’ll be writing a book on MG it shouldn’t affect me AS badly not posting! *Tries to cheer herself up a little*….
(I wrote this at 7 and I still haven't slept and it's almost 6pm, boy...)
Will you have this dance with me... will dance in my arms forever?
Bad schoolness midtermies made me skim and I only skimmed through half of it but I like reading ramblings other than my own and I can't be bothered keeping any sort of a journal myself so it's fun to read other people's!
Yah I still have to get around to writing Arendor one of these days...I've got thirty pages of it sort of from Writer's Craft but they're children's fantasy so they'll probably be changed...
I would soo read a printed RPG book, I want to read when/if you're done!
Aww I'm like the muse of creativity *feels momentarily special* And my RPG made you guys realise you were both Aussie? Cool! *tries to remember how and suddenly thinks she realises which one and how* Oooohhhh right...
I like the pictures graphic
My friend at Uni is computerless too and has been for awhile although she's not an obsessive roleplayer like the rest of us...
So funny I'm getting off for midterms because I'll be distracted and yet I'm more concerned about missing something then I am about my grades at the moment.
Hang in there Angie and the bit I did read was fun and I'm so reading the rest in a few weeks!
Re: Angies Diaries!
I read it ALL!!! *Is so proud she got through that* And I have Art theory with probably the similar length of writing and I can't get through the first sentence. But they're all boring people who are all dead now anyway, not at all interesting as Angie's life!
Mika: Alren's out to kill me? *gulps*
Lachlan: Psst... come and hide with me! *Is still hiding from Connor*
Mika: Okay! *Runs off to secret hiding spot*
Aww, my characters just get along so nicely with Angie's! *Gives Arlen and Connor a map to where they're hiding*
Aaanyway... you know how you were thinking about making the books (by the way, I think would be a great idea, I'd buy them! And I'd force my friends to do the same ) from the characters point of view. I read a book a year or two ago where it was split up into the three different girls points of view in their view... you know that *runs off to ask mum, only to find her asleep on the couch, Sunny also sleeping in the other room she passed on her way to the front room* Why is everyone alsee-No, Dad's at the golf course! *pictures him alseep on the green*... Wait, no distractions! Yeah, well it was from the view of the people through how they see it and they say how things happen and such... I think you get my jist. Then it also went to how we role play with all the girls and other characters. I thought it might have been confusing but it was actually easy to follow along (which must be good if I can do it) and a good read!
And yes Chelsea, it was you that made Angie and I realise we had more in common than just a love for RPGs! *runs off as phone rings, hovers over it as answering machine takes call, hears the beeping* Stupid tele-marketing people! Fall sucker for the answering machine again! *Liked the one where the guy talked to her Mums recorded voice* Damn it, distracted again. Oh sure, when people were on MSN before I couldn't talk much and now there's heaps of stuff going on... Anyway, as I was saying yup Angie and I are from the same wonderful part of the world! Aaaand we neeeever met! But one day we will so I can talk aaaaaall about Footy to her in person!
By the way, I have 57 husbands now! I know you care!! Meaning I lost one in trade week but gained one... so they cancelled out each other and 4 were delisted! *Uses remote control to make everyones heads nod to make it look as if everyone understands* One was a real Spunk. But he wasn't taking his opportinuties when he got them so he wasn't playing as good as he could and next year he probably wouldn't get much of a chance with our midfield... *drifts off into daydream land*
*Looks at time as she returns to reality* It's nearly dinner time, I'd better go and surprise Mu-Wait... Dad's still at golf! And he has to come home so he can go and drive to the lovely healthy take away shops and buy us dinner!
Well, I might go anyw-Oh, it's good to see you got a bed!
Good to hear from ya Angie,
-Loz
"If I don’t want to be me, why do I want to be more like her? Stupid astral form, it's making me think..."
Re: Angies Diaries!
*was grinning and almost rolling on the floor laughing repeatedly* geee, Angie! If there was something like the Thingy Mag, you’d so needa do a column for it! I loved that odd babbling
We certainly need to talk about the whole book thing. I think you already told me earlier-ish… *shifty look trying to remember*… *fails*… meh, anyway, I’m all for it! And I’d love to co-write it using Lexes because.. I love that character, he’s my most original creation and I know that writing a book on my own, I’d come to a point where I wouldn’t know how to continue. In fact, I’ve already gotten there and I hate the feeling…
Hooowever, the interweaving of those storylines with different focuses definitely is a great idea we have to talk about once you’re back on… probably not much to anyone’s surprise, I suddenly have something in mind… ^^”
Shame on you, now I’m all excited about the idea.. especially since it may give me a chance to keep Lex alive though MG is going through another of those pesky lack of posting times :’(
What I found about being non-detailed to flesh it out later and/or going over the whole text after having written tons of pages is that you get bored by your own writing. You already know what’ll happen and some scenes aren’t really nicely done (because you improved, granted that it took you years from the start to whenever you decide to give the beginning a make-over) but you can’t convince yourself to redo them entirely… so I guess writing them out and re-reading/correcting/adding to it page by page right at the same day you did “version 1” is the better method… unless you really think some scenes just suck… like the prologue for my novel *shudders at awfulness*
As for your worries, I’d give it a shot. I mean, it may not be selling well, so what?! Most people don’t write for success, fame and money – I certainly wouldn’t base my whole life on it because that’s even more unrealistic than going to actor’s school thinking one’d become someone of Johnny Depp’s status naturally… it’d certainly rather be written for your-…or ourselves. And as naïve as that sounds, I’d say that’s the more important part (unless you’re dependant on the money).
... yeah… metal twisty thingy… aaaalright *snickers* HA! And again some oh so innocent *coughs* minor sideplot turned into something stubbornly persistent
but I’m really proud of you that you are doing/did the maps! It’s a little disappointing for my nagging skills that they weren’t the reason *pats them adoringly* but meh, it’s the result that’s important!
Lastly *pretends he won’t get distracted by another aspect again*: Your webcam is so much better than mine!! It can be a bright day and mine still can’t seem to manage getting a nice and light picture while yours does *sniffles* unfaaaair…-ness! *nods*
*reads Lady’s reply* I feel kinda odd not having an original world put in RPG fo-… no… waaaait!! *shifty looks at TE* I got one, I got one! Ok, it didn’t grow since I was 12ish BUT it’s miiiiine… my preciousssssss PLUS there’s the world of my book-thingy so I herewith make myself a member of your exclusive thingy club … *narrows eyes* you’d better not speak against that!
… … oh…my…*stares while backing away from Loza* that’s so scary!! Loza is becoming less Loza-i-, that remind me! … for whatever reason… *shifty look* Loza, remember that Aussie band no one knows, Naked Raven? I’ve asked the drummer and the guitarist and both aren’t into Footy… but drummer-dude told me the version of Geelong-pronunciation he knows.. it’s more like “ge-long” with a short “e” like in “rebel”… very odd, they come from Melbourne as well…
… *blinks* … HEEEEEEEELP!!!! I’m being Angie- and Loza-erized!!!!!! *runs circles all panicky* HONE-SHEESH-LY!!!
hope to talk to ya soon, Angie!
~ Matt *quickly waddles off to distract himself with food*
"I am but a vessle for powers I barely understand - an empty shell of a being driven by nothing worth existing Now innocence itself shows me what I have lost Why don't you just let me rest... if only for a while? Why do you employ so many means of torturing me, Goddess of Mercy?"
Alright, I’ve made a new character, I dunno, things are all still very new, I don’t think I’m overly pleased with the layout of characters I had before, so what I’m just focusing now on the characters alone. I have set out the main set of characters, and from there I have started plotting their location and activities for every chapter. Once I finish their individual stories, I can decide who better fits with each other, one character complimenting another despite the fact the ones in the same book will not be involved together much at all. So that also means they’d have to compliment each other and yet be mismatched at the same time… the joys of complexity!
I’m a little down spirited by the fact that I just keep thinking of Lord of the Rings, and fans who will probably think this is some sorta spin off all that commotion *Sulks since she was telling her sister stories of Elrak back in primary school* Well, no matter, if nothing at all, I’ll just be able to say I’ve done something! Even if it doesn’t get anywhere, it’s nice to think I’m trying, I just don’t want to *try* and then fizzle out and not get anywhere. There are so many things I want to do and so many different ways to do them and I think that’s definitely going to lead me down a path of frustration while either trying to do as much as possible without over doing it and you know…
I’ve decided to give people a chance to see the entire world, without having one person traveling from one place to another since no one goes to EVERY place… I’ve decided to create different characters and for the start have them in those different areas. Make’s me think I ought to start Torrel off in Tyrian again but I really don’t know… I keep having images of the opening scenes to a movie while I ponder this
At first there are just those common random flicks of images, a mop running along the floor, a hand scrubbing away with a scrubbing brush, soft yellow lighting of flickering candle lights and similar hue for the colour of the walls. A large empty hall that seems impeccably well kept, a strong male hand dumping an old rag into a bucket, occasional glimpses of the man now washing the wall… Then a view of the doorway is seen! And an elderly man watches the worker for a moment (…pervert, only WE can watch the spunk!) before motioning for another servant to remain at the door while he moves towards the busy laborer. A hand placed on the workers shoulder has Torrel’s face turn (with a slightly surprised look at having someone approach him)… then of course he just has to give the old dude one of those heart melting smiles, with a side look at his face allowing viewers to see his pointed ears, and close enough so that everyone can admire those gleaming eyes…*swoons* And then those random fade in and fade out scenes of like Torrel getting onto the ship, then Torrel huddled in the cargo area with a sleeping Taraz beside him (though it won’t be shown or mentioned in my imaginary opening scene that he’d be huddled because of the nightmarish memories of drowning people and sinking boats, but of course he’ll not be sure if they’re memories or just an play on his current situation) and then the credits finally stop, then he’s at Galdor’s sea port!
I guess the upside of having him in Tyrian would allow readers to see the way he lived, the vast difference between his old lifestyle and his new one, I’m just worried I’m going to go into detail and bore everyone L
I’ll stick with him in Galdor for now though like I said before, once I get into the book, or finish the first draft, I’ll read over it and see how it all pans out.
Wait, I was saying something before that mini movie intro, lol
I have the characters set out and although I don’t know how many chapters I’ll have, or the exact stories taking place, though I know what kind of adventures all of them are having, I need to plot out where they will be and what will be happening and who else they will be interacting with. Once I set out their individual lives and story paths, I’ll then work on the crossovers, I’m still stuck on the effectively named ‘Dark Dude’, I know I want him to be admired by Torrel who has been living in a community where great fighters and spell casters are highly respected. So that means he’ll have to be powerful, a warrior, and for Torrel to become obsessed with him, would have to have similarities with the half elf. E.g. Pointed ears, and then once we go down that path of a pointed eared, all powerful warrior spell caster… who pops to mind?
So maybe I’ll have to dump that all together…
Or I thought of having Macabre gain Torrel’s curiosity, Macabre is a gargoyle of the Goliath clan, powerful warriors who are considered the most mighty of the protectors, they are more humanoid thwn the common weaker beast like gargoyles often depicted of in stories and carved statues. I’ll see… Things are still being sorted out and I’m not going to be sure what changes will be made over the next couple of days or weeks. Macabre seems a little out of place when I don’t get into more detail about him, but at the same time I’m still fleshing things out so even if I did explain him he’d probably be completely different by the end of the week o.O
It honestly all feels really silly… I don’t know why, I type this sort of stuff with you guys all the time, why does it feel really childish when I think of turning it into a book? Probably because it’s all so over done, but still… I got really embarrassed when mum asked me to read to her, all tongue tied and mispronouncing things and losing my spot -_-
I need to plot out all nine books, all the characters involved (well, the main ones, I’ll do the lesser important side characters later…) and the plot lines (the main one and the ‘side ones’)… OI… this seems like a lot of work, how am I going to have the average of 500-600 pages with each of the nine books and keep every page a fascinating read!? Not to mention I’m worried I’m really going to confuse the readers with my different character views idea… I’ll give it a go and see what happens, I’m fond of it, I like it, but you know me, being Aussie and all I like doing a hundred things at once, lol. I just couldn’t manage to have everyone I want in the book and go into the detail they’d need for people to understand them without just losing focus on everything else, because they’d be far too many characters, having two main characters per book at least gives variety and won’t over load the readers with endless background information.
I am flicking through the Shadow of a Dark Queen book I have, since it’s the only one I got now, and they say he’s a best seller and all, but he starts basically every paragraph with a persons name, and it’s really peeving me so I can’t actually *read* the book again. And a lot of the pages I open to just aren’t as descriptive as some of the things we do. So does that mean I’m going into far too much detail, or…? There’s also a lot of ‘said so and so’ with the occasional ‘said so and so with a (laugh, smile, smirk)’ I’ve already made comments about people starting every other paragraph with a persons name, so it’s just surprised me to see a bestseller doing exactly what I had assumed to be poor writing skills…*whispers* Especially one who graduated California University with honours in Communication Arts
And Matt, while I remember, I wanted to have the dark army kill off mages, considering the Ruins of Kleah are between Galdor and the Armada, it would be a given the magically inclined may wish to venture there, it would be the perfect spot for a slaughter… but I remembered that’s where Torrel and Lexes met, and since Torrel is heading in that direction… would you mind if I did that or would you feel against it since you had Lexes do a slaughter there (god damn Lexes, he’s OBVIOUSLY switched over to the forces of evil and is making things hard for me!!) *Looks at squiggly map of Dracona*I guess I could have him pass through River City… wait, why would he go off course when he’s trying to cut through goblin woods to save time… *Stares* not that going to River city would help him ,he’d then have to round maidens lake, and then he’d be either too close to Aliandra’s borders or right back where he started before shifting course, granted my map is all squished together though so he could be miles away from Aliandra……*sniffs it* and it smells very nice! …My only pen at the moment is one of my old ones; from back in the days I could afford scented pens just for the heck of having them, lol.
Alright, it’s 5am … I’m off to bed, well, I’m in bed already… I meant, never mind! ---*blacks out*---
20/10/04
*Yawns* I can’t believe I’m up at 11:30, I stayed up till about six since my mind was all thinking and such, *rubs sore head* And instead of doing nine books, I’m just doing six. Not that nine was too many, I just didn’t think many people would enjoy reading the hopefully suspenseful climax three times when they get to the last three books, so, I was thinking how I can keep my original idea of showing the different races and places of Gysha, while keeping my chosen sort of characters, and I have decided (to try) to start with three books of the various characters, then by the end of the first three books I’ll have them team up, so I’ll have three or four groups so something. Following after the first three beginning books, we’ll have just two books, and then that would lead to a single final book.
Dragon Riders of Elrak---------------\,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Mystic Gathering ------------------------\
Orbs of the Owabi ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------à Servants of the Eternal Moon
Beyond the Lands of Gysha---------/’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ A World of Magic and Turmoil ----------/
Titles might shift and change, but that’s the basic idea.
Dragon Riders of Elrak I’m thinking of having Torrel and Macabre together in this book (As in, together but separate stories)… want to know more? Save up for it’s release If I don’t have Macabre here, I will probably place Paige in here, I don’t know those, she is a little to similar to Torrel, I don’t think she’ll compliment him much at all. I’ll have to create a counterpart with her, someone who will even out the pure goodness a little, throw in some chaotic fumbling ‘oops’s that can at least get Paige into trouble.
Orbs of the Owabi will of course have Ishka, I’ll introduce William here, but he won’t come into play until ‘A World of Magic and Turmoil’ really. So my dark dude will also be in here, I think I’ll have him still be leaning towards the dark in the first book. But I don’t think I’ve ever really been very good at evil characters, perhaps I shall have him deal with some problem taking part in the School of Dark Arts… he learns something that is being planned and despite his anger and loathing, wouldn’t want to see it happen. I think he’d be the kind that doesn’t hate the world itself, just most of the obnoxious people in it… Better get him sorted out… Ishka will be travelling to the different parts of the Forgotten continent and interacting with the other tribes in order to remove the threat of the dark army remaining from their lands. Massai will probably be placed with one of those stiff upper lip temple guards who’ll be escorting her across the seas once that’s done, but I don’t like the fact it still resembles Judo’s creation so much, despite the fact Ishka cannot travel on her own and logically needs company, it just feels so wrong…
Beyond the Lands of Gysha is going to star a different view on the world, so far I have only settled on the Merraboo, we’ll sea the dark army even has it’s reaches into the other parts of Gysha most people may think will be untouched (though honestly, when it comes to the big bad bent on world destruction for… some reason, why would there be a place left untouched?) So the underwater lands will be forced to work together, and I’m thinking of having Koldurren - The Underground City in
Bermisheea, as the other storyline. Problem being I don’t have a Dwarf, nor any Beastperson who would dwell underground, and if I DO create one, then that’s just throwing my balance of characters off and ruining everything. Sooo… someone’s going to be sent off to the underground city! This is the other place I’m thinking of sending Macabre with the remaining Goliath, it seems more likely an area I can send him if I want him to leave the Wastelands before the dark army really begins to swell in size. Why you say? …Well… ya’ll gonna have to wait and read whatever I put down as the reason! *Knows, just isn’t sure if she will keep it as such*
Mystic Gathering Will be basically groups grouping together and all… Elrak and Galdor will suffer a terrible attack, Aliandra will be spared by the severity since it is so well protected by the lands that surround it as well as being so close to Dragon’s Lair, it would mean they’d be attacked only to stop them from sending help to the nearby Kingdoms. With the great cities in such defeat, they send their armies to Gather in Aliandra *Pictures Torrel running around in circles excitedly from seeing a city full of pointy eared people*
A World of Magic and Turmoil This will focus on William, the death of his family and his trek to avenge their deaths, probably have him travel down to River City, make his way through serpent woods and from there find the legendary Dragon Tower. I think I’ll have some sort of enchanted trial, maybe… It would be really great if William can be put in some sorta situation where he’s sent to another realm, a ageless place where he will be put to the test and upon his return, would be more experienced in magic, yet only a week or two has passed. I have some ideas; I just don’t want to make things hard to understand… From there he’d probably take on an assumed name and head blah blah blah, head back towards Aliandra blah, join the gathering army… I think I might have him join with Paige, or more accurately the other way around. I haven’t really set anything in stone, I just know this is when William comes into play, and hopefully I can find a way to make it all interesting, otherwise I will have to change it… of course…
Servants of the Eternal Moon Well, they group up and attack the evil thingies, what more can one say?
The problem I have is, again, it just feels like something that’s been done over and over again, the Lord of the Rings feel especially hits me when I look over the layout. Well, I can only try and make it as unique as possible all things considering, at least I don’t have rings of pow-*stares at the Owabi orbs*…
Well… There’s going to be OTHER things happening in the books, I just need to decide who’s doing what and going where…
*Starts continuing the layout of the book* I will NOT get distracted!
…*Runs off to get mum’s pillow as the hard bed starts to make her butt go numb*… Alright, NOW no more distractions!
…*Whimpers lazily from her comfortable position and looks at empty glass of drink* Maaaaaaaaaaaatt… come here and fill my glass! *Waits* Oh, FINE then! *Moves Laptop aside, takes the cushion off her lap that was supporting the precious laptop, and then the towel from beneath that which was raising it a little, drags herself from beneath the covers and comfy support of another cushion and then waddles off to the kitchen right outside her room* Honestly, making me do all this work…
Hmm, I’ve plotted Torrel’s story up to chapter three of Mystic Gathering, only written details of the chapters up to chapter one of book one though -_-
At least I figured if I just get the basic ‘what’s happening’ jotted down, I can then work on the details of what is meant to happen in each chapter, and from there, I can write the actual story. First I’d need to set out everyone’s path though, now I wish I had taken writers workshop in high school (I am assuming by the name it had something to do with writing skills >>) I’m sure there’s a proper procedure for all this that makes it easier! Oh well, at least I’m getting somewhere!
Mum got me a magazine actually, two… and one earlier in the month, just small cheap ones I’d assume, and since it’s silly she’d be spending money on GREEK magazines for me to ‘read’ I’m assuming she’s either getting them for herself (with our money situation I wouldn’t think that would be wise though…) or she’s getting them from work, people giving them to her or leaving them at the bar and she picks it up. But WHY would she bring them all the way home for me to read!? *Decides to flick through pages now curiously* …Perky Zena, ooo, WAIT, Peggy! How did I see à as Ñ I’ll never know… à is like g and P is like r! Mixed up silly culture… Having B sound as V and V sound as N and N sound as an E amongst other things *shakes head*… she reminds me of Kairi! Well… sorta…at least in one of the pics, she looks Kairi-ish! ….wait… I was doing something wasn’t I? …*Flicks through pages and screams* That’s a girl!? *Thought it was a large doll or some sort* This is horrible, there’s a girl that’s 230lbs and she’s only five (for us Aussies and Aussie like people, it says here that that makes her five times the weight of an average 5 year old – See Matt, see! Remember how I said about using examples instead of measurements!!) ooo… Matt, Anja and I went to that Bar! *Stares in horror* But where did all those spunks come from; they weren’t there when WE were! *cries*…*coughs and puts book aside and gets on with hers* >>…right, no distractions…
*Stares at all her neatly named characters and their classes / race… then at ‘Dark Dude - …Dark Dude…’ * Hmm… maybe I should get on with sorting him out now before anything else. I said it before and I’ll say it again, it feels strange changing MG’s characters and such, I know Lexes, Massai, and all them aren’t my creations so it shouldn’t be a problem (though Judo formed the Profound Darkness off my Army of Darkness and gave the ‘Dark Lord’ an actual identity and all, it’s still so much his idea that I couldn’t ever use similar ideas without feeling as if I’m stealing his baby…it’s proving troublesome!) They all just seem so MG like, I feel like I’m creating an entirely different world without these important characters! Especially someone like Massai, Judo and I had merged the Owabi and Kittani together and created such a harmonious and perfect balance, without the Kittani I feel the Owabi have lost their appeal, and when I think of making something to replace the strength of the Kittani warriors (even if it’s just male Owabi warriors) it just feels as if I’m ripping away at Massai’s exterior and plastering a false mask over the new character/s with Massai’s core. Then again, I’m feeling like that with everything I’m altering o.O *Maybe is tooooo fond of her RPG*
I’ve done everyone’s opening scenes, I started three first chapters, including Torrel’s, and I have actually written out Torrel’s Introduction already. I won’t be writing any more till the entire layout of his is finished I think. That way I know where I’m going with everything I’m doing while writing. It’s strange writing and controlling all the characters… as long as I don’t start expecting them to reply to the situation on their own… *Can see herself staring at the screen waiting for them to reply to something she’ll have Torrel say or do* -_-
I’m going to take a nap since I was up so late the last few nights and then got woken up early by mum… IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’ll be baaaaaaaack! *Is so continuously getting distracted* ……………-_-” … I feel too lazy to sleep… and I wanted to keep writing, damn sleepiness! *Faints*
..*returns half an hour later*… Couldn’t sleep, hmm, and I’m tired, it’s making everything take so much longer…
I’m an English Tutor, and a potential Author…*rolls around cracking up with laughter*… I wonder what my teachers would think, I know my English teacher was pushing me to focus on learning to write better *was too ‘babbling on’ and ended up never having enough time to finish her stories without rushing the ends horribly* Well, I bet she’d have a heart attack if I managed to finish these! *Ponders their expressions upon hearing one of their former students wrote a book* I bet they’d think it was someone else (if they’d remember, I crossed paths with a few of them occasionally at Northlands and they did remember me o.O… Musta been my Wooooonderful personality! ) I remember I used to drive my maths teacher insane, pooooor Mr Fisher…*pats him*…he knew I could do the work and yet I would always get distracted, but it wasn’t my fault, it was the damn coloured pencils they made us by at the start of the year!! They were all colourful and rarely used… and then there was the school diary they gave us, well, need I say more? An ugly blank white and black book, plus unused colourful pencils!! It was destiny! *Scribbled all sorts of pictures into her dairy* I even sold some pictures to other students, mwuhaha! Most of what I did were dragons, but a lot of the girls wanted me to draw Pokemon for them, and since I brought my super-duper obsessed sister the trading cards, it was so easy and quick for me to draw and colour the characters they wanted *Made a lotta lunch money* Those where the days… wonder if I can still draw >>… I had artwork displayed at the Victorian Museum of the Arts thingy in Melbourne’s city! And my Wooden handled Dragon cheese knife went there…*stares at it since she brought it with her* Ok, so maybe not the most detailed of designs, but it fits the hand perfectly (At least mine… though my brother Chris said it fit his nicely as well) the end of the handle has a dragons head, and two ‘horn’ thingies, the teacher said I couldn’t do it, he said it would be too hard, said the lump thingies would break, say it wouldn’t work, but I showed him!! I showed them all! *cackles madly*
I wanted to actually do more detail, but we ran out of time and weren’t allowed to continue, Mr Heath (no, not the handsome Knight ladies *suppresses a laughter* and Gentle-thingies, my woodworks/metal works/arts teacher!) was very tempted to let me continue, but that would mean I’d fall behind with the next project and so it didn’t get any fine details *sniffles*
So, hmmm… if I can get things put into a public museum for mortals to admire (And at the school show room, and have students steal my clay sculptures, and have paintings mysteriously disappear from the drying rack…), and above that TEACH mortals how to speak English, then I can do this as well! *Feels all motivated and strolls over to click on her layout sheet for the Gysha books*…meeeeeh… so laaaazy…*struggles to focus*
Name… I need a name! *cries* I’m all fizzled out on names… hmmm…Riley, no, Connor, noooo… Matthias! *cackles* …That’s actually a nice name, >_<……*pictures Matt walking around Gysha with bright green eyes and pointed ears* XD And he’s got the hair and dress style already! …*Suddenly has image of Matt wandering down to the video store in sheep skin leather clothes and furry boots* o_O
Name… name… The Dark Dude! *Admires name* What an Angie-ishly creative name! …*Now can’t get elf Matt outta her head* -_-
*Goes back to finishing Torrel’s layout*…*Gets a few done and runs back* In your honest opinion, how many books do you think have been made based OFF an RPG (instead of an RPG based off a book XD)? ooo…I should advertise MG in there somewhere
*Runs off again thinking that it’s a good thing she isn’t getting distracted by anything*…
*Runs back after spending an hour and a half with mum* Alright, I think I’ll have Macabre and Torrel in the same book, I don’t think I’ll discuss anything further with mother dearest at this time, it’s just too complicated and when I ask for her opinion she tends to go into far too much detail and change and alter things unintentionally. Though I told her about Dark Dude and she suggested
although a lot of it I already had planned since it suited the character and I had told her about him and his history) something along the lines of making him orphaned, and through some war or natural disaster loses everyone, and was raised to do the work of the Dark Magicians, and have the realization that what they have taught him to do is not for the greater good but for their greater good and perhaps he has issues, guilt… inner conflict, turmoil, torn between good and bad, still enjoying the killing because it was how he was raised and yet feeling guilty over it – does this ring any bells to you MG players out there? *Stares blankly at Lexes* Though she agreed with me that Matthias was a good name for him if he was human…ish… I think she likes it just because it’s the name of her secret love…*Eyes Matt accusingly while her mother runs off with her phone every other minute to call him*
Alright, I’m off to get into Macabre’s introduction, have to admit, it’s making me want to make him at MG… but I will resist! I will!
…If it takes some people up to five years to do their books and more, does that mean I’ll be writing this thing out for five years!? Dad was doing his Laser Cosmology book for a long time, he had it published and brought to our apartment in lots of little boxes when I was 11, not long before I turned twelve, and he was definitely writing it still when I was eight…o.O…oh lord…that’s a looooooooooooong time to focus…
Mum suggested I call sky city Ourania, it sounded all right when she said, but I dunno… it doesn’t seem very ‘Sky City’-ish…
*Wails* So much to do, so little getting done… well I’ve decided on Macabre’s position in the book with Torrel, now I will focus on that, occasionally skipping over to write this and that for the other ones if I get really stuck on what I’m doing. I don’t think I ought to get stuck storywise, I’ve got it planned out, at least all of Torrel’s, and I’ve started Macabre’s now. ‘bout time the Gargoyles got their spot in Gysha’s glory! I always wanted to play one of the Goliath, I guess it was hard though, Loza’s the only one who every met the Gargoyles in MG, and that was so long ago… *Huggles long forgotten Gargoyle men* Though instead of being a Prince, I’ll just make him a great warrior, leader of the warrior Gargoyle dude, the Goliath as the humans have been known to call them *Looks proud* My little Macabre has grown up so much since Loza last saw his earlier representation! Now…*sets about ruining his life* The things I do out of love of my characters!
…I just realized I probably never had Gargoyles as a race to choose from… that’d so be me, waiting hopefully for someone to choose one of them to play well and not actually have it as an option… -_-
I wonder what it would be like to have someone else read over my book and then have them tell me what they wanted changed or added or removed… I’d feel crushed if they really thought I did so bad they’d want me to change basically the whole thing in order to ‘improve’ it… Probably best not to think of that though, think positive, think positive! …*Thinks of ‘Gysha – The Rebirth of Darkness’ movie trilogy starting Orlando bloom as half her characters*…*swoons*
…SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TAKE THE NET AWAY FROM ME!? *Rocks* Must type…must… post…*crawls off to write up Macabre’s intro as well as his layout in the book*
I think it’ll be odd for you lot to read what I write, you’d think I’d been used to you seeing what I write by now… maybe because before it’s only been for us to read, not for some group of mortals who just aren’t thingy enough for me to relate to and to really care about THEIR opinions! *Drags what she has so far and hides it faaaaar away from their prying eyes*
21/10/04
I don’t get it, how can mum think I got Galdor’s name from Professor Albert Dumbledor (sp?) of Harry Potter!? …well… they both end with ‘dor’…
I wonder how I did come up with Elrak and Galdor, wait, how else do I come up with anything I do…*stares blankly mumbling and uttering words of nonsense until she hears something she likes* I use my skill of babbling for the greater good… occasionally!
*Pulls out map, gets her purple grape scented pen and scribbles more trees to widen Mystic Woods borders* There! That fixes how people can get to the volcano and to the school while passing through the woodlands after leaving Elrak… *Looks at the volcano sorta below Elrak and the divine schools off to the left of it* -_-
I really wish I could talk with Matt and send him my squiggles! *Looks at TE’s wonderfully done map and then at her one* >> then again…*hides it away*
This is so frustrating… meh, I have everything planned out now, except for Macabre’s entire line, I have half, and I’ll add to it later when I get closer to the chapters. But you’ll all recognise the first story, I can’t think of another way to have Galdor introduced, and have them go there will give readers a chance to mingle in Galdor’s presence. I’ll be changing some things here and there though, but mostly I’ll just be adding details through the lands where I think it’s lacking. There’s so many things of MG I want to go online and fix now, it’s really distracting, like Koldurren, the underground city, I have the name of the fortress Stolarn as the name of the city in the description, and not to mention a hundred other spelling mistakes I’ve just notice while going over and reading them.
I did a new layout for MG a while ago, but it’s black and Matt had mentioned that was too over done, which admittedly it is, so I noticed all these imperfections that I want to change and I can’t. To make things worse, Sky city isn’t even mentioned in Bermisheea -_- …
*Waddles back after starting the first chapter with Torrel* I did the Intro’s already, so the story has already begun, but I had ‘Introduction’ and then Chapter one, instead of Chapter one, then chapter two, since the first three pages of word are just introducing both the characters and the land they are currently in. But anyway, I didn’t want to waste my entire scented pen, so I went off to find something more suitable, and I managed to find my old school pencil case!! *unzips it and sees what’s inside*…three and a half glow in the dark crayons.. wow, an extremely bright lime green ink pen o.O *Is reminded of lexes eye’s only lighter shade* blue coconut scented pen… bright orange inky pen (we call them gel pens, they’re very expensive but so smooth and silky to write with…*swoons*) another orange one, dried out though, at least this one is basically used up! Darker green gel pen, ooo, I remember I used to use these gel pens to colour my dragons in! It was so good, they were very nice and striking colours if you used them well! *Nods nods* another bright orange…they came in packs, so when I ran out of the important colours I’d buy another pack *Was once a very well off little spoiled brat on top of having a job* …darker green gel pen, oooo! A gold one! I loved my gold and silver pens, my sky blue gel pen, my white gel pen , no one understood why I’d spend 2.50 on a white gel pen, but it looked so much better when I coloured the clouds in white, they just didn’t consider that, and of course anything else that needed white, like the tiny flowers and occasional teeth that could be seen. *Squeals* MY SHIMMER PENS! *huggles empty pens* only a nice blue and an actually nice shade of pink, not sure what it’s called but it’s the only pink I could tolerate and adore, metallic pens they were called, paid 6.50 just for a pack of two, those where the days, when I wasted away all my money on movies, Chinese, special pens, milkshakes – then went home to play computer games/PS1&2, Nintendo, Nintendo 64, had the saga but that was in the garage.. and then go online! *sighs* Ooooo! And my water pencils! Well, I have a packet of them somewhere that I brought just before moving here, only four which are yellows and oranges. My blue school writing pen, not one of those crummy ones mind you, no, I went out and got myself a Micropen F 309! Made in Germany too! I was feeling a little cheap at the time, I usually got used my blue gel pens… this one was alright, but too inky I thought *was so artistic obsessed her teachers said she had the most colourful and neat writing –---- then occasionally hint they’d wish they could see more of it*
HEY!! My shimmery pinky pen still has a little ink in it! *Pets it adoringly* My precious… my precious…*ignores other reasonably full or mostly full expensive gel pens mention before* A thin paint brush…*can imagine people staring* Weeeeeeeeeeeeell if you could see the horrific brushes our school had! I mean, they were hard and dirty and horrible!! And… like basically every other school’s brushes world wide… they had other people using them… *used to carry different sizes but gave the others to her lil’sis* Oooooh! My Artline 204 FAXBLAC 0.4 outline pen! *Pulls off lid and pokes her finger* YEEEEEEE!! And it still is as inky as ever! Must be new, then again these were always inky till their dying days…*sniffles at all her pens she buried in a box outside beside her dead baby rat and two mice* Something about that species of pet seems cursed with me, something happens, they randomly die on me… *Stares at her school BIC black pen and scoffs* Granted at times they can be alright.. but NOTHING compares to my precious gel pens…
*Eyes widen in delight* MY WHIPPING STICK! Oh oh oh!! This is my precious whipping stick! *Pulls out old antenna that was from either a TV or a radio* No one messed with me when I had this baby lashed out in their direction! *cackles as she pulls it open* My 40cm of harsh whippin’ metallic pain on any who approached weapon of doooooom! Granted I only used it once (threatened a few people teasingly with it though), but hey, that dude was out to take my pens/school bag after school, back then it was like someone walking up and trying to steal my laptop with a thousand unposted replies! *Was so left alone after that her friends usually hovered around her table when they had bully troubles* Additionally a few of the popular girls adored my work so they brought some and usually they took my side on the matter, frankly that amazed me, but I think it amazed my friends and non-friends even more
And I was a drama queen… can you imagine what an insane and uncaring-of-peoples-opinions-towards-her-drama queen-thingy can do!? *Remembers poor Amanda Johnson who decided to mess with the all mighty weirdness of Angie* Mind you I was very tolerant of her, probably that’s what made her think she could push me around, the first time being when she wouldn’t let me on the bus and I had to walk home in the cold rain or wait 40 minutes for the next one, it was a 30 minute walk and I don’t mind walking in the rain or anything. THEN there was this guy who was driving by our school and pulling down his pants to the kids and Lara was scared to walk home on her own so I’d walk in the opposite direction of my home for a few days a week sometimes when she wanted company or got scared of flashing men (And then she’d act as if she hated me during school if her new friends for the week didn’t like me or the people I hanged out with and so I stopped – didn’t need people like that) but Amanda had some of her friends join her in following us from school, and her friend walked in front of me, folded her arms, pushed her chest right up in the process (Was that meant to scare me?) I laughed (Come on, there was a girl pushing her chest up with a ‘where are you going’ expression, I was ready to think she was flirting with me if it wasn’t for the mob!!) But Amanda, who was tall for our age and two years older then me I think… or a year… but she was tall… I was up to her chest, and she was a little chubby, not round just heavily built …(ok, she was overweight, but I not plump, I dunno, I’ve never been sure when people cold someone fat and average and whatnot, I’ve never been one to care for that sort of thing, so… she wasn’t slim, but not a beach ball >> …) And she… stomped on my foot… *First was shocked, then stunned, then stared at her foot, then glared at school bully who stomps on peoples foot, then slapped her, then got someone push her, then screamed wildly and started wailing her arms about and growling and snarling and lunging insanely at the other really short girl who had stood in front of me before (the one with the folded arms and pushed up chest, we were the same height, I’m not going to get into the possibility of her being a little taller…* Needless to say, people stared, they swore in a flurry of panic and ran off, guys at the school gate who had been hoping to see a fight (most where in my class… lucky me…) watched the whole thing, Lara was kinda freaked at for a moment but she knew me from primary school so it didn’t faze her too much. I stopped and took a moment to breath, Lisa my other primary school friend (I was about what, year 9 by then) come up and asked for I was alright and I burst out laughing hysterically and went on about the girl pushing up her chest for me to see in all their tiny glory, the guys laughed…I don’t remember any troublesome incidents at all after that, and I really threw Amanda off since when we passed I’d usually smile at her (got flash backs of pushed up chests in an attempt to be threatening and couldn’t help it) but she didn’t talk to me, or approach me at all…poor human mortal, I think I traumatized her…And additionally rumors just had to have spread, because no one bullied me at all after that, and everyone else was getting picked on… I felt left out…*sniffles* …Come to think of it, I had to be the only one who got amusement from being bullied…*used to run off crazily after anyone in primary school and terrify them into keeping their distance from her* The ol’ days! *sniffles proudly* God, I was so loud… no wonder my friends were astounded that I was so shy at the same time … -_-
I don’t believe I don’t have any gray leads!! Sacrilege! I used to have every single gray lead in existence, from H to the softest one possible, forgot its name, was it O? *tries to remember* Meh, anyway, guess I’ll have to use my artline pen, at least it’s going to good use doing scribbly maps! Poor delicate thing might not be up for the long hard work of scribbliness though… we’ll have to wait and see in the upcoming issues of ---- ‘The Artline Pen Saga!’
*Looks at her map of Tyrian* Ok, so it’s a fixer upperer… but not as scribbly! @_@ I can’t wait to start Rpin’ more at MG, with all these details being sorted out, I can see my overview of the lands being described in more detail!
Once I do better maps, I’ll scan them and we’ll use them at MG, but I’ll really need to find a pencil, otherwise I could actually do them in adobe…*ponders that idea*…*runs back to Torrel quickly* No more distractions!
Wow… this is going slowly, I’m still on the same page (well, I’m at the bottom now, almost onto the 5th page but it’s been three hours…) I told mum I don’t want her to read what I’m doing until I’m done, so that way she reads it all without having long gaps between it and probably forgetting half of what was happening, but I told her I’d probably be a few months at best before any sort of draft is ready and she said she couldn’t wait that long, and that she promised not to say anything when she reads it. Hmm… I don’t think she really thought anything of it when I mentioned first that I wanted to write a book last year, but either she really did like what I wrote – and she brought all the fantasy books we devoured over the years so I know she’s read even more then me – ooooor she’s just desperate to try anything in hopes of gaining money
*Dances* Up to page five!! *Points proudly to her three sentences into the page 22 minutes later* …Gee, you must be VERY bored to have read THIS far!
Instead of Angie’s dairies, maybe I should make this ‘Angie’s Biography’………………… this is why I could never keep a diary - I get too distracted!!
…Speaking of distractions *coughs and goes back to her book, that just seems like a very long post*…
I just spent the past hour reading this to mum, lol, she cracked up when she heard I’d mentioned she thought Galdor was Dumbledore’s name, then was insistent that SOMEONE in there was called Galdor…*Pats her*
*Pulls out magic wand* Finishious Bookathias! *Taps words with her purple grape scented gel pen*………………*waits for the Gysha trilogy to suddenly become all written out*
Four hours later, and I’m half way down page five… I don’t think the spell worked…
…*rocks slowly* Why is it going so slowly? Is it because I’m trying too hard? …More importantly… why am I getting so eager to actually post what I’ve done at MG to have it as Torrel’s introduction before he met Lexes!?
Hmmm…if I send a letter to someone who’s done a book before and has a sight with email and such, do you think they’d respond with some advice on find publishers and what to watch out for and such? I’d hate to get that far and then get screwed around with that. I’m getting sick of people treating me as if I’m some clueless bimbo just because I can’t speak their stupid language, I had a woman tell me bus tickets (a pack of ten) cost 4.50 and then she had the audacity to try and give me 2.50 change back after I gave her a TEN… I can’t speak the stupid language because I don’t know how to form the sentences, doesn’t mean I don’t know at least half of what they are saying! On top of that the next day a guy at the same place told me it’s 2.60 for a can of coke, you can get a 1.5 litre for 1.30……… and I said I’ll have the fruit drink thingy and he said it was 4.50…there was a price list saying üëá ÷õìüò – 1.40’ which meals all juice drinks are 1.40. And he had the nerve to insist I pay him 4.50 after I pointed to the list……SEE!! Looky, I can even spell some things XD They’re just all jerks and it’s getting so frustrating, I barely have any money as it is and these friggin’ GREEKS are trying to cheat me out of what little I do have – I’d throw a hissy fit for sure if someone tried to do that when regarding my precious Gysha… Plus getting some input from someone who has gone through that might really be helpful……*Has an urge to send Matt an SMS to ask since she’s impatient…but decides sending one at 4:30am might not be wise*
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…*passes out an hour later* x_X
22/10/04
*Stretches and yawns* 12:17 ooooo, up earlier today! *feels like such a laze* well I got work tonight at 7-7:30pm…booooo…though money…yaaaaaaaay! *waddles off sleepily to write with Torrel*
*Groans* I’m still on page five…it’s 1:30 now, I did 15,000 words in one night and four posts, why is this taking so much thought! It’s painful thinking, but I shouldn’t get stuck, I just just keep going and go back later to fix whatever it wrong, but it’s so hard for me to continue on and leave the crappiness that I’m not fixing… I have planned out 13 chapters for each book at this point, and planned the content of those chapters up to chapter 2 of Mystic Gathering (For Torrel and his group) But Raymond E.Feist’s book has 27ish chapters and it’s the average thickness, mine is like half it’s size if I have about 5060 words (rough estimate on one of his chapters) for each of my thirteen chapters. Though I have almost 3000 for Torrel in the first chapters and I still have Macabre… so maybe I’ll have more words to a chapter, but is that a good thing? I suppose his chapter only had ten pages, so it’s not like I’d having hordes of pages for each chapter… Hmmm… additionally the real action doesn’t arrive until like chapter ten, sure there’ll be things happening, problems and interactions before that, but will people get bored and want to read that far? I hope they don’t… Once I’m done I can’t even show anyone for them to read and give me opinions since mum is the only one who knows English, and I thought of sending it to my brothers Chris and John, but I’m not really talking to my brother John at the moment because he really said the most hurtful things when I asked him IF he could send my father a birthday card (He was too busy to even reply and tell me the answer, you know, he had lots of ‘stuff’ to do, like watch TV, play games and update his soccer site as well as working in the city, surrounded by post offices and card shops, and every post office HAS cards, heck, you can call and get them to write the message and send it themselves) but I was too demanding in my letter (Hey John, sorry I’m leaving this to the last minute, we’re moving out and I had tried to email you earlier but at the time your account was over loaded, do you or Chris have time to send dad a birthday card? I don’t have the money to do it and it’d take forever to get there, send a reply back so I know please!) and due to my demanding ‘Do as I say’ letter John says that represented, he started going on about all sorts of things, why did I stop visiting dad, why did I drop out of school, why don’t I have a job now (and when I left Aussie), why aren’t I speaking proper Greek … Weeeeell… it peeves me before he knows I didn’t DROP out of school, I moved from my highschool at year 11 which wasn’t helping me and went into another educational facility that focused on the classes I was wanting to learn as well as maths and English, it was a normal school just wasn’t a mainstream school.
I did my maths and my English and I had different classes like computers and cocktails (the teacher adored my hot chocolates and as long as I made him one my friends and I could stay back and have hot chocolates with out lunch!) and we had art (that was actually English, but our English teacher loved art so since we had English every day she’d had Fridays as a more arty day, were we’d make posters or draw pictures of someone/thing along with some writing) and my dad lived three hours away in our old neighbourhood…a bus, two trains (we were on the other side of the city, the outskirts… we had farmlands five minutes away from us!!!) and then another bus… what exactly did he want me to do? Spend 6 hours every day on public transport through the heart of Melbourne city at night after school (which finished at 3:45 twice, 4 twice and 6 once a week) Mind you, I was making the same distance roughly to GET to school, since I moved after joining it, so I was taking two and a half hours to get there, so money on tickets was draining me dry, and Rosanna was on a different line to *gets blank on the name of the place*…of… uh…PRESTEN! That’s it, it’s closer yeah, but it’s still going towards the city and then all the way back and then from Rosanna up to dad’s place x_@ But that was the only way I could afford it and I’d do it every other Tuesday…(obviously not enough for my brother who never even visited him and never ONCE offered to take me there, yet was able to scrutinize me) I had a job, when we moved I had to leave since going to Northlands wasn’t as easy when I’m cross country without a car (Another thing that stopped me seeing dad at the first few months we lived in Loire, I had to work weekends from 9 till 5 or 6 *cries* I was up at 6 getting ready…) And mid year I was told I’m leaving Aussie in three months (come on, would YOU go out and get a job for three months knowing it’s not needed since your well fed by your mother who stocks a fridge well enough to sustain any passing army that might need her support with the additional fact you had cash aside to last for any rare and spontaneous outings!? …Granted at the time evil aunt was on about how she’d give us aaaaaaall these wonderful clothes, we’d get a larger home, I’d have a big bed instead of the single one I owned at mums, and all these others boisterious remarks of a grand life to cheer me up a little since she knew I’d have preferred to stay in Aussie, but she ‘REALLY’ needed us in Greece with her because she couldn’t handle things on her own…) And I had already complained that the schools we’re looking for aren’t accepting new students and how I was upset and they said I was going to have to wait till September, and he acts as if I was purposefully doing nothing about it, after ALL those non-English speaking English schools I’ve called he gives me that remark!! What does he want me to do job wise, use hand signals to communicate with costumers? I already had told him people want me to learn Greek before they hire me… so he took a whole lot of really low blows and twisted everything I’ve done into some horrible aspect that I should be ashamed of. Whatever I’ve done in my life is my responsibility, and regardless of his opinion, it’s done, there’s no point in him complaining about it five years later and asking Why to long answered questions I had already told EVERYONE including him!
I would have thought my family would have been a little more supportive due to the fact if I had stayed at my highschool I wouldn’t have coped well, I may have gotten easily distracted, but they’d sit at their desks marking papers from OTHER classes the whole time and sometimes we could have our hands up for half the lesson trying to get their attention, sometimes they’d TELL us to be quiet so they could focus on their work, our class was sitting there clueless on how to do half the stuff since – like all students learning a new subject – we’d need to be TAUGHT the damn thing. How else do people think I managed to draw amazing artworks in one day, I wasn’t the only one, some people braided other girls hairs, some people just did homework of classes they knew, my German teach was like the descendant of Hitler, she’d scream at us, and if someone DARED correct her when she did a mistake and we’d mention we thought it was something else (she’d say something, then say something else totally different, I remember once we were doing introductions of ourselves and she was saying something along the lines of where she lived in the US down the street to a train station that took her to the centre of Heidelberg, and I asked if she meant the one in Melbourne on cape street with a puzzled expression and she said no the one in Germany…*stared* A train went from US to Germany!? Needless to say, the entire class was put in detention, we had to write out things and I did a mistake (used the wrong coloured gel pen and did the â thingy instead of the double ss, which she changed her mind about every other week, and THEN when I scrunched the paper and PUT IT DOWN on the table she grabbed my arm so tightly the back of my hand had nail marks with torn layers of skin – I so lost my temper and stormed out of there, they said when I threw open the slide door it flew off the railing, it the wall that was right next to it and slowly fell forward onto the table poor Brad (a shorter dude then me who used to get her REALLY made by saluting her with hail Hitler when she did something utterly stupid and yelled at him/us) well, she was positively much nicer after I went to the office. But with things like that and worse, it just wasn’t getting me anywhere, at least at the new school I did well *Was top student* I met Eric there though, oooo and you should have seen some of the faces of the kids who were in my English class (the school was made up for different levels of education, from very poor to excellent, our English class was mixed) when I went on to explain the theory of multiple dimensions as known to MG…*shakes head* Eric asked if it had something to do with time travel, honest-sheesh-ly! *coughs* and then I went onto the theories of a cyclic model universe instead of the well known big bang theory and I think I lost even the smarter ones… and the teacher dude was sitting back staring at the diagrame I drew up on the white board as if it was another language…… honestly, what’s so hard to understand about the cyclic model!? It’s like all other cycle models based on the rationalization of a lifespan – like life and death, this was just showing the birth, life, death and afterlife and then rebirth of a galaxy … I mean come on!!! What’s so hard to grasp!? I had it all detailed and explained well; it was so wasted on THOSE thingies…
*Pauses* Wait, I was saying something again before that wasn’t I? Right! So I don’t want Jogn to read it since I’m being all ‘I don’t WANT your help if the only help you give me when I need it is a kick in the butt and bruised ego’ since that’s what he thinks will help me better myself, of course, he was always quite violent so in the end I just avoided him all together in the last year of being in Aussie… he didn’t grow up with me, he only came two or three years ago to live with us again from Canberra. Considering he didn’t even have a place in my life, it was silly for him to become to demanding right off the bat, he didn’t even TRY and get to know me first, he just… did everything he could possibly do wrong, utterly completely, horrifically, immorally wrong!!
And my other brother Chris, I dunno… he is alright, just sometimes he’s more focused on himself, and I can see him getting my book and then looking over it by skimming the first page, the middle page and the last page, then telling me he enjoyed it, or worse, he’d say I should recheck to make sure everything’s alright. The only times he’d ever read what I did was if I was actually there prodding and poking him to read and even then he was groaning and moaning and I was an aspiring child with dreams of writing fantastic stories for all the world to read and admire and there’s my brother groaning and moaning if it’s a whole 8 pages long. A little more moral support for the primary school kid woulda been helpful!
Will you have this dance with me... will dance in my arms forever?
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the insane thing is, I read the whole text... but then again, I don't thing anyone expected anything else, eh?
Since you'll be probab;y be netless a bit longer, I'll comment on some things shortly via sms *tries to ignore the fact that there WILL be a phone bill sometime*
.. though you won't be able to reply to it for 2 weeks due to moneylessness... gee, you really needa get that phone line, honestly!
~ Matt
Can you hear them… the voices ?
They are whispering to me… yes… they are speaking…
speaking of your death…
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I read the greater part of that but I didn't read every single word like Matt...
First of all I LOVE sparkly cool gel pens! Awhile ago I was like a fiend and I always bought gel pens and would write notes in them and draw with them and everything was wonderful. I had a pretty super pretty green one that had sparkles. Then I got used to writing with normal pens and now, go figure, even though I'm at Uni and you can do whatever the hell you want with your notes, you could probably write all in highlighter if that was what you fancied, than I haven't used a cool gel pen yet.
*resolves to get a cool gel pen again*
I know what you mean about writing in the fantasy genre and immediately wondering if it's ringsy... I've done that too even though Arendor was pre-LOTR. Also I do the weird movie thing... as in I start plotting out what I want to write and I see scenes in my head like a movie...or a TV show since I've been considering an AU Buffyverse story/series set 100 years later and I see the credits and everything. It's bizare and unexplainable but somehow kinda cool. And for the record I would totally go see a movie where half the charries are played by Orli
I feel the same way about Arendor too. When I think about it and am creating plot bits and writing stuff then it all fits and I feel great but it's awkward and makes me feel weird when others read my stuff even though I know that's silly and it's probably fine.
I love that the bad guy is currently called Dark dude Names can be tough...I either make something insane up or look at baby name sites for celtic and other weird language influenced names.
pfft dor is a total fantasy thing not something you steal from someone else's fantasy.
I'm sure your maps are better than mine and I envy your drawiness now! I think I'm decent and I work hard and draw a charrie and then I'll look at it a few months later and hate it so it's slightly annoying.
Yuuupp think that's it for the comments but I do like reading your entries Angie Much better than writing papers for classes you hate *glares at evil professor*
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...heeey.. looky, more posted then I though.t..*Is at over 70,000 words now* I'll posted the rest later, not that I expected aaaanyway to read it...*knows Loza won't read all of her next post*
Um... um... oh ya! Im using Lexes! I'm uh... I'm writing my book still... *Nods*...*Cuddles Lady's MG post* I'm also calling off the head hunters!! *Will allow Lady to keep her head now*
I need to know what sort of control ya wanted to have oer Lexes and that, do I just tell you the jist of what I have planned and you reply to the scene I set you...*Pictures entire book being a posting spree* ...*eyes go dreamy* Postingness.. I'm gett the the application for the phone line tomorrow, so we should get the actual thing soon!! Then I'll be on every four days...*sniffles sadly but is still glade to get on randomly*
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.. wooow... every four days! *wonders why so rarely but guesses it's waaaay better than never*
mmh.. well, I'm not sure. actually I'd prefer writing the Lexes insight passages myself but like.. in dialogue and such, I'd propose a "giving you a general idea after you gave me the scenario" kinda thing.
Actually, it may be possible to do it chapterwise... so... um... damn, I wanna talk to ya 1on1, that'd make things easier!
ANYWAY, what I'm trying to say is: we could use like... a co-writing scheme which basically is pretty much like posting just with god-modding being permitted to a certain extend. you'd be doing all the main stuff like scenario, plot and such... and I'd be input guy writing the Lexes passages that are significant for his character development. same for Kairi if you still wanna use her. I don't know in how far you're determined to make this a solo project so.. tell me whattcha think. I'd love making it some combined project because writing a novel on one's own is such a difficult thing and considering my still unfinished book, I see this as much of a chance to finally get something done. Anyway, since it's your world, your plot, your everything, it's really your decision and I'll accept it, whatever it's gonna be like. *nods*
~ Matt
"Everytime I find the answer to one question, a dozen new pop up. It's like somebody plays games with me and my life... I only wonder whether it’d be better if he won or lost."
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Good. So I'll send you my Torrel scene with Lexes, I'm still using Kairi, ad we'll do exactly what you said since it's what I wanted...*Has it in her new diary entries somewhere* I haven't been able to post them coz the dude says there's a problem getting off the disk *cries* Maybe too much writing? >>
Will you have this dance with me... will dance in my arms forever?
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.... tries and fails to read the long, long posts on Angies life ... and very confusing things about MG and books that she has no idea about. All I'd like to say is that you've obviously gone crazy without the internet at your disposal!! Sobers up at the thought of her restricted access, but soon it will all be in the past... as soon as Wanadoo get their asses in gear and connect us. Has everything all ready for a life locked in her room. I'll be able to do stuff properly on the net and have a web cam and broadband and do adminy things oooo and a siggy making program ... drools at the prospect of broadband.
Anyway I hope to post for Cat soon is still really angry over her floppy disk with her post on dying ... her post and her university assignment. (growls) I'm having a bit of an obesssion with Paige at the moment, she's been feeling left out so she's spending some time in the med bay with Michael.
Hey!!! I could have cried today when I got on Angie cause you'd literally just left....damn u real life!!! I've not been too good at posting recently ... I'm in love goes all dreamy ... and it's not Chad Michael Murray. And what are they doing? Sending him away to Iraq!!!! (Beats up imaginary Tony Blaire head)
Well it's hideously late over here so I'm going to go.. to sleep. Take care and let me know ... in some form of english ... that I can understand!! how you are. I can't believe you're teaching English, i could hardly follow ur posts (walks off grumbling)
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Yay for heads...occationally they come in handy!
Angieness, even if just briefly *waves and hopes Angie won't send the scary head people after her again*
Chad Michael Murray Iraq what? *is confused* Okay moving right along... I have a paper due the day after tomorrow to start so I had better get moving but I thought I'd mention that weird marathons of whatever episodes of shows I have on tape/dvd and feel like watching has led to a huge fiery spark of interest in SD so I'm working on charries even though it might take some time to actually get some time not that that makes sense.
*is nostalgic for Oz and the good old Buffy days* Oh and Roswell really was a pretty good show...remind me again why it's cancelled and Charmed is still running?
Now that I have officially managed to get this off topic as is my sacred duty on all RPing boards it seems... *stalks off*
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*points and laughs at Lady* yeeeeah sure... you'll end up having like 20 new characters, three of them actually finished (in terms of bios)... MAX and still SD won't be re-opened because you're still behind in other postings
and Jenn, how dare you posting with Paige in two places at once? sheesh... honestly!
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First of all, the first part of this mass of text is part of the last diary I posted, since it didn't completely post whne I got cut off, so the follow start is continuing from the last post of my diary, same day, some babble!
So all I have are mum and you guys, gee, I feel so alone in the world, though maybe one day Ruby will read my story, hmmm… it makes things seem worth while again when I think of my lil’sis enjoying a detailed bedtime story for her to snuggle up to and read on her own. No more running up to me with her puppy eyes asking for another Elrak story! Though I can imagine her squealing in agony at the realization that ArcAngel and WarAngel aren’t part of my books, at least I know she’ll love Torrel’s (handsome elf with a beautiful horse, she’s gotta love him, those are two things she loves melded together!!) and Ishka, who is a little like both WarAngel and ArcAngel, and then Macabre, I think she’ll like reading about a gargoyle. Wow… again I have that weird childish feel drifting around inside of me, I can’t believe I’m plotting out a BOOK with characters I’ve come up with over the years in a WORLD I’ve created, I just wish I could use the ideas of other people, one person can create a marvelous character, so if different people add their own marvelous character then we’d have many marvelous characters, but then again, it’s also the peoples style of writing and their reaction, I may expect someone to react one way, but instead they’d surprise me and do something else, it would be a real conflict of thoughts and emotions, whereas now I know exactly who says what and how the other person replies, I hope I do everything with at least a little decency.
*Is called off to talk with mum… returns* I just got yelled at because I’m putting so much attention into plotting out the book instead of just writing it, what the heck does she want me to do, sit down and endlessly write babble until I know which direction I want to go in? I plotted out Torrel’s line so I have an idea on what’s going on while I write and know where things are leading and what I’m trying to do and actually KNOW that there’s a middle and an end, and now she’s giving me hell for it. I would have thought it was a good thing to plan out the book with a few sentences to explain what’s planned for that chapter (Granted I’ve only done the first three for Macabre but all of Torrel’s basically, some are just a few words..) I mean it’s been just a couple of bloody days, it’s not like I’ve spent a month writing out a layout instead of the actual book, and then she gets angry because I got stuck on Torrel’s ending to the first chapter and spent a whole twenty minutes going over it to help at least make some sense of the story before I continue on, she say’s that’s not how it’s done, that people don’t fuss over what they write, well, so what, I don’t care what other people do, I’ll do what I want with my book while I’m writing, and if I want to have it at least make a little sense before I move on then that’s my prerogative! It’s not like I’m editing entire paragraphs, I’m just changing a sentence or three when it doesn’t please me WHILE I’m writing them out, why does she have to make my style of writing seem so fundamentally wrong? And when I tried to TELL her I’ve stopped doing the layout for the book because I HAVE Torrel’s thing planned out days ago already and told her the other day that I’m doing Macabre’s while his story progresses she goes on saying I’m not listening to her opinion, it didn’t sound like an opinion to me, more like an unwarranted and argumentative assault… I feel so unmotivated now.
*screams* I’m so tired, it’s frustration, maybe I should change the writing from 7,5 Tahoma to 10 …possibly make the borders of the page thinner, mwuhahaha, that’d make me feel as if I’ve suddenly done much more! *Of course has done over 10 thousand words in here but ignores the massive about of text growing here*
*Crawls home after spending two hours with mortal human kiddies* They are such a bundle of energetic energy, and as soon as their mother sits down they lose all interest in listening to me and focus on impressing their mother with words they’ve known for if not a month, then a few years… At least I’m going to be allowed to be alone with them at one point when the parents leave, I’m trying to figure out if that’s a good or bad thing though >>… alright though, onto important things!! *looks sleepily towards Macabre* got to do his scene in chapter one now…*yawns* gotta focus and work hard and……zzzzzzzz… *drifts off with Macabre posed ready for a glories start to his first chapter*
Torrel: *snickers since he’s already got his part done*
23/10/04
I feel asleep for three hours and woke up after having a dream of Matt in a dress walking around with makeup and pointed ears…;_;
Oh, but I got 1,596 words of Torrel chapter two done before clonking out again!
I went out to see what time it was coz I was hungry, but it was half an hour after most places stopped delivering, mum was reading and I know she came into my room since I had closed the door and when I woke it was open a jar *shifty look* she was spyin’ on me!! After a few comments, she asked what was wrong with the computer, I sleepily thought about the question coz nothing was wrong with it…
Angie: ‘You mean it being turned off and unplugged?’ ----- Mum: “…*Gives a look as if she’s thinking ‘wow, can’t believe I didn’t realize that’ and goes on with her book*…” ------ Angie: “I’ve turned it off before!!! *Mum remains silent and keeps reading*… (6)…”
I think if I can get a pencil I might remember how to use it and do better maps… I had horrible handwriting with Loza’s first letter and gradually it got better over the pages, lol, I’m hoping the same thing will happen if I try and do a map, if all else fails I can save up for one… then again, I wanted to do the maps this year sometime, so I might puppy-eye mum for a while, she went out and got herself hair styling thingy, stockings, comb, .60 cent bottle of popular Greek white wine or something, if she can get all those luxurious items, I can get a pencil!!
The problem is when I try and buy things they try and cheat me, and even when I didn’t say I couldn’t speak Greek they’d figure it out by my improper sentencing, another dude tried to sell me 1.50 sandwich for 3.50…and the Taxi driver yesterday drove me to Sophia’s place so I can teach the Greek kiddies Angli-English…>>…<<… and he drove me around her neighbourhood twice before going down the right street…*dumped the 2.50 she paid the last two drivers on this drivers lap and got out refusing to pay 3.80* I didn’t even actually have that, I JUST had 2.50, the trips to that area are usually around 1.70-2.30, and the drive there before was in busy traffic to make it 2.50, yesterday it wasn’t busy, he just went the long ways and even missed a turn which he tried to get and had the car about to drive into a van parked on the side of the road next to the street he was trying to drive in. -_-
Hmm…I don’t think I’ll have Torrel see the Massacre, poor dude has been through enough, I’ll have someone else see it!
Instead I think I’ll have him see Mages there doing enchantments, I hope I’m not boring readers, since I’m kinda showing them the layout of the land and it’s beauty before…bad things happen…*shifty look* I’ll do the book first and then from there I can have people who are bored enough to read it look at it! *Pictures them skimming it*…Meeeh… I think what I’ll do is I’ll do the draft, look over it myself, fix what I don’t like, or at least try and fix it, and then look over it some more, and then instead of asking one person to look over it and changing it and then getting someone else to look over it after that and changing it, I’ll send whoever wants to looksee my draft and they can highlight the parts they want to talk about and add their comments. That way I have the comments of different people and see everyone’s opinions on MY thing (instead of on something someone else has already helped alter) and then I can work on the parts they commented and suggested on changing by looking at the different comments and seeing if someone else commented on the same thing and get more help from that instead of hopping from one person to another and altering it after each of their comments…what do you think? Does that make even the remotest of sense!?
I just thought it would be great if I could get it perfected as best as possible BEFORE going to a publisher’s place and that way they might at least read more then the first page……
And thus he meets PAIGE … THE MAGE… *rolls around in laughter* oh the shame of it all… *goes into more detail on Alistar then Paige* She’s not important yet! *Pretends she doesn’t want unsuspecting readers to know Paige is someone of importance just yet*
Silly feel… silly feel…maybe I make it sound worse then it is? *Nods and accepts that trying to do a book isn’t silly* I mean if OTHER people can do books… why can’t IIIII…!?
My shoulder got really bad from this hard bed, and so last night mum wanted to massage it so it didn’t get worse, I eventually let her but now it feels all bruised…*can’t tell mum really since she said she was barely putting any pressure when Angie had complained last night that it was hurting* She’ll make fun of me, I know she will, she has that look sometimes… I just remember the story of the Princess and the Pea and when that girl goes to marry the Prince she must prove to the King that she is a Princess or something, the Queen gets a bunch of soft mattresses that reach the ceiling and puts a pea between the first and second mattress, and if the Princess sleeps on the top 20th bed or something of that height she’ll get a bruise from the lil’pea all the way there… of course the Queen or someone used makeup to give her a bruise, I bet I woulda gotten one without make up XD ……*Has bruises all over her legs from sleeping on this bed despite the three thick blankets folded under where she sleeps* -_-
Almost 9,000 words, it has passed the longest post I’ve ever done! Though 2000-ish words are from Macabre and the rest are Torrel…so that’s still 7000-ish words for Torrel! But the million-dollar question being is it 7000 INTERESTING words… or just boring babble? *sighs and gets on with Macabre since she skipped his part in Chapter one to continue with Torrel*
Macabre: …*Narrows eyes jealously*…
*spends three hours and finishes Macabre’s chapter… sorta…*
Macabre: *Stares at his chapter and then at Torrels* Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!!
What!? *Shoos him away from the 616 worded part* I will get back to it laaater! *Feels like doing more of Torrel* >>…
Torrel: *Stretches out lazily with a smug expression at his 2,612 part in Chapter one*
I will definitely be changing these chapter thingys around by the end of the book…*Already alters chapter two around a little*
Almost at 11 thousand words..weeeee! The most I ever wrote in a week that I recorded…which was my postings before the last lot I posted, and that was 30 thousand something words in a 5 days, hmmm… wonder if I can beat that, I started actually writing the thing three days ago, so.. can I do 19 thousand words in two days? …suuuure… eeeeasy…>>…<<
*Randomly makes up three people, two males and a female, plots out the significance of at least one of them later on, realizes he has black hair and aqua eyes after a few different versions of him are thrown together…stares at Matt’s photo’s and back at her description of Kevin* ….Oh…FIZZLESTICKS! It’s a tall scrawny Matt-lookalike! Damn you Matt, Damn you and your habitual-colour-changing-in-different-environment eyeballs! My Kevi dude was lookin’ so cool as well… wait, lotsa people have black hair, ha! *cackles* Nothing to do with Matt, it’s so obviously based off that Matt lookalike I saw the other week who was tall and scrawny, Matt isn’t scrawny, besides, Matt’s already an elf dude in my imagination now! *Nods as if that all makes sense* …*Suddenly has image of Elf Matt with lizard tail and scaly back* Wow… Matt’s slowly mutating into something as inhuman as any normal thingy can be… I want a half scaly Elf Lizard Matt plushie!!! *wails demandingly like the spoiled brat she once was*
Passed 11,000! HA! *Is at 11,005*
*cries in pain* My tail bone is really hurting from this bed…*Pictures Loza thinking of the Aussie baby born with a tail* Hey!! *slaps her* Focus on ME
Great, now I see myself getting a lizard tail like Matt’s…*Waits for the pointed ears to come alo-pictures herself with a forked lizard tongue*…Heeeeey!! *cries* …*Hisses*…
24/10/04
I don’t get how on earth mum can forget to leave money for food, you’d think that’s something high on her priority list! There was something veeery shifty about last night when she said she’d leave money, she was supposed to go shopping for food and stuff and I did give her the spare leftover cash to help out. I only have $5 for the weekly spending on things including the one or two Taxi’s to Sophia’s…which is roughly 2.50 to get to her place, and for now her husband is driving me back… so if I have to get there and back it’s about 5. If I start to go twice a week it’s ten, and mum organized her to pay me ten instead of the 15-20 for weekly tutoring originally agreed on between Sophia and I. So I’m getting exactly enough for transport, but Sophia is adding an extra 5 the last two times so I was lucky… Nevertheless, in reality because of mum lowering the cost I am not actually EARNING anything -_-… Why she would do that I don’t know, but I think she didn’t realize I had already settled on a price and offered it cheaper for Sophia or thought Sophia might not continue often if it was 15-20, so lowered it to 10, which regardless of her opinions had no right to do without my permission first… It IS my job after all!
Moreover, this morning she left with the same shifty tone in her voice. I think she has gone and spent all the money on non-food items, and since I have been putting aside the extra money I can to pay for internet expenses, I think she’s hoping I’ll go into my saved money to buy my food. Ha! Like I’d dwindle my precious money away on non-essentials such as food!
The thing is she also gets free food at work for her lunches, so when I do go out and buy something for me to eat if I don’t eat it right away while she’s at work she tends to come home and eat the food I got as well instead of buying new food to stock the fridge. So if I spend my little cash on something to last me the week, she’ll not buy food at all and also eat at what I get (bare with me when I say food to last a week it’s probably like pasta and some sauce or something similarly small)… I wouldn’t mind if she ate what I brought for MY lunches as long as she got something to replace it so I actually had lunches, because once I buy the longer lasting things I have no more money to buy anything else. And she did that before!! I got little pasta thingies, and got some nice sauce so I could enjoy it since I can’t eat plain pasta -_-, and then one of her friends came over and she gave him such a large serve of the pasta with basically all the sauce and he couldn’t even finish it, and he was hungry and wanted to go home to eat but she insisted he stay… Why would she do something like that!? I mean there’s being polite and offering him a bit to eat, and there’s being utterly silly and resulting in not only me having no money to buy MORE food, but because it’s been a few days I had to spend my Taxi money to Sophia’s and mum said she’d pay me back which she hasn’t, so I can’t afford to go to work now… In addition, with her sneaking out of the house constantly ‘forgetting’ to leave the money she promises, it’s starting to really bug me, it’s only 1.50, her cigarettes are twice that much and she buys at LEAST 6 a week. She could just not smoke every other hour (Or heaven forbid if that’s too much to ask, she could just smoke HALF of one every hour (6)! ) and that would more then feed us for half the week!
I am getting peeved because I think all that money I struggled to save up was actually what helped her afford her new comb, stockings, styling hair foam thingy that is of good quality, and her cheap wine. I gave her 15 for food, and the stockings are at least 5 if not more, the hair thingy has to be at least 3.something (probably close to 4) and the comb could be 2 since it’s one of those ‘special’ hair styling thin ones. That is already 10, and that’s just what I’ve noticed, I’m not going to even get into asking where the money for all the new Aloe Vera products came from. She does massaging and her friend that ate as much of my pasta as he possible could before being stuffed (and had a pot belly of sorts so he liked his food…) he is working for some place that specializes in Aloe Vera products, so they kinda teamed up, but she had to buy the products herself, I’m not talking about one or two things…*Stares at a table top full of things*… I think it’s just a little irresponsible to be throwing all these new expenses on top of what we have or had been planned between us. She had gotten angry at me for asking about a PHONE LINE (which I’d be paying for the use of…)… she’s spending twice as much for that on beauty products for her massaging AFTER she’s already got a whole lot of satisfied people wanting her to work with them. So it may be helpful for her to get more costumers, but at this time I don’t see what the point is of spending all her money (to a point she needs to spend mine as well) on stuff, instead of focusing on… let’s just use one thing as an example…STAYING FED! *Pouts* It’s all good for her, she gets free meals, I’m not going to be giving her any more money, and that makes me feel guilty, but if she’s going to buy other things then what she says she will, what’s the point? I’ll go out, have Greek jerks make me pay twice as much, and still be better off food wise.
*Sulks off to go back to her book* And I’m SO going to have to get my own account here like I had in aussie, but then again, even in Aussie because I was younger when mum set it up, she had access to my account, in fact I think she had control of my account, either way, I know I had money in it, at one point there was a 500 amount added all at once, and by the time we moved from Aussie, I had something like $126 in cash……… I think mum used a lot of my money when she started upgrading things in Loire and buying better quality things after she already was running out of cash. I only ever brought one thing with the money from my account and mum made it sound as if I was getting it as a gift, not that I was going to pay for it, so I ended up buying a $86 jean jacket that didn’t look all that great for me to pay that much… And later she said it was only fifteen dollars since she got it cheap (She was working in a clothes company that made it) And went on that she didn’t make me pay 86 when I commented that she SAID it was 86 when she gave it to me (Obviously she forgot because she thought for a moment and then corrected herself…………)
Gah, and it’s not like I can actually just get up and leave as soon as I can afford to, despite her short comings she’s still done a lot for me, it just feels as if she thinks that as well and it gives her the right to walk all over me whenever she wants. I got her a lot of things as well, I spent a lot of my money on taking her out, and getting videos, I did things for her but because they weren’t things to decorate the house with or hold in her hand she doesn’t think about them now. I might as well have just saved up the years of thousands of videos and just got her a single big thing, I would have still had a lot of spare cash to spend on myself or Ruby…*boils with mind numbing irritation*
It’s like we can’t afford to live, and she’s already planning on setting up this crummy apartment, which we aren’t staying in for more then five years depending on how long it takes for us to save up the money to afford building things on the land she owns and then moving back in Aussie. She wants to paint the walls and do elegant little decorations and all other small yet costly little things. Why doesn’t she just save that money, live in a white walled home, and we put the money towards the more important things!? I mean my books aren’t going to be anything fantastic, they’re going to be somewhat readable at best compared to all the other best sellers out there, and that’s even if there are publishers that WANT my story. And even if it does -by some bizarre miracle- become popular enough to send back a thousand dollars, I would liked to chose what happens to whatever is left of that once everyone is paid what they are owned and spend the hundred dollar’s they proudly give me for a job well done on something of my choosing, not feel as if it has to go towards something in particular… Sometimes when I hear her speak it’s as if she expect something great to rack in all this money and have us live in luxury… I mean honestly!! Even if I do get the books sold on shelves, what is the likelihood of hundreds of people running to the shelves and buying the book right as soon as it comes out? I think she’s getting a little ahead of herself with her wishful thoughts, and it’s going to cost us dearly I think…
Once the apartments on the land mum’s dad left her are started and finished we can sell them and they’d sell for quiet a looooot of money, then we’d be able to move back to Aussie and from there we put the money into other apartments in which we’d rent out to keep a steady flow of income and we’d still have money left over after that in theory. So I have no problem in helping put money towards the apartments, it will not only help brighten my future, but my mothers, and she does deserve a rest from all her hard work. I just want to be sure that my money IS going TOWARDS the apartments and not something else…… So if I had my own account she couldn’t access I’d know I can save the money and when it’s needed I can put it directly into the account of whoever we’re paying to do the work. Granted… I won’t have a lot to put in I don’t think… BUT!!! At least ooooooooooooooooooone day I’ll know I’ll have a nice place to offer to aaaaaaaaany of my friends who want to see Aussie in all its glories Aussieness! Make’s me want to do phenomenal books of brilliance just to tug that dream closer into reality…
It would be good because whenever someone visits I’ll know they wouldn’t have to rent any place, they can have a place to sleep, food to eat, uh, drinks to drink! And Aussie being so lazy, there are shopping centres everywhere with movie theatres! *Pictures Natalie visiting her and getting locked into a tiny room and forced to post* Mauhahaha (6)… I’ll also be able to have other Aussie friends stay over for a night or two……*swoons* It’ll be so nice! Oh yeah! And Loza’s in Aussie, maybe she can even come over and pay rent for the night, and Troy can share his dinner with her, he’s very generous!
I know there’s going to have to be a place for at least one guest, because my sister will always want to visit, and I’ll be damned if I don’t have a place to offer her to sleep. I’d rather have this rock hard bed for 5 years (*coughs hoping it lasts that long*) and know my sis and friends can have a nice expensive sofa-bed in the near future for them to lay their lazy butts on! Or I could steal the one mum got that my brothers are keeping for her, but they are the selfish kind, so if you give them something to ‘hold onto’ for a little while and they’re useing it they won’t give it back till they are ready (unless they’ve already destroyed it)
I’ll see how we are going at that time… it’s only a few years but the economy might still change, I doubt that much but things ought to be good once we sell these apartments, it’s getting them started and finished that will be the hard part. I wish I could go somewhere else other then Greece to work, even if I was just doing the crappiest of jobs, I’d still earn more then working from dawn till dusk here… However, aside from not knowing where else to go, I’d not afford to get there, a place to stay OR to sustain myself and there’s the risk I won’t even find a job…-_-… So I guess I’ll have to tolerate the Greek lifestyle and all its unfairness…*Will so never coming here again* I’m too lazy to work so hard for so little!
You always hear the Greek islands being so perfect, and the people so great looking, but I’ve realized that all the great looking people are the Tourist’s, when it isn’t tourist season the beaches are… well… Matt saw what they were like during the not so many tourists season (More come during the start/end of the year) And he also was there when we got ripped off by that ‘nice’ hotel lady… They can cheat you out of money with such a pleasant smile!
Alright…I think I’m done for now *Glances around a little at her mass of ranting words before waddling off to try and write – despite hungriness, glances up at where she said she was leaving before* >>…
*Decides to send a message to mum a few hours later saying ‘she accidentally forgot to leave money for food..’ * It’s Anglish for ‘FOOOOOOOOOOD!! GIMME!!’ *Nods wisely*
I’m too lazy to feel hungry now… and I’m too lazy to type! In fact, I am so lazy I think I want to sleep! *Looks around sleepily*….*yawns* Okies, I’m sleeping! *Stretches out lazily on her antique bed* ow… ow! …damn bruises…XD *wiggles around for a little while, groans* Hmm… I’m going to see if they have bread, I got .60c, they better have bread for that much or less, otherwise I am SO not going to buy anything from them! *Makes it sound as if she had an option*
…They didn’t have bread, and they didn’t have any other shops open, *sighs* I knew something bad would happen, well I borrowed four dollars from my internet pile, I’ll have to put it back and on top of that find another two fifty for the next trip to Sophia’s -_-
BACK!! *Rips off her jean jacket and dumps precious food aside* The street was PACKED full of Spunks!
First there was one outside the bakery, standing there looking lost and breadless…*Pats him* and theeeen I went up to Goodies, which is like a Macca’s, only has WAY less options and is more expensive (unless you buy one of the three meals, two of which are wraps instead of burgers that even *I* don’t get full on, but it was all I could afford…) And then there was some in there…including a guy that was twice my height… yet managed to still be spunky o.O (face wise anyway, he was still awfully skinny and the whole stretched body decreased his rating on the spunk-a-meter *Nods sadly* Then, on the way back was REALLY a treat! *Nods excitedly while pulling out the chips and stabbing at them with the little plastic pitchfork, coughs hacks and runs off for salt*…*returns* Uh.. oh yeah! On the way back there was a very spunky dude on a bike talking at the phone booth, he was staring at me and smiling and I walked in front of it (meaning he couldn’t see me coz of the booth and all) and the guy first nearly fell off his bike when he shifted around to face the way I was walking, and THEN dropped the phone, and then hit his head quickly grabbing it, and covered his face by the time I crossed the road. *Is so glade the café had mirrors near the entrance so she could see all that*
Could you image the kind of thingies the two of us would have? *Pictures little Angela’s and Angelo’s running around wildly in little circles trying to reach the other side of the room so they can eat*
And THEN! Sitting on the step beside the gate to the apartment building, was the Spunkiest of them all! And I mean Aussie spunkiness peop-thingies!! He was perfect height, nice build, and handsomely excellent face, not to mention nice short hair and aqua eyes or sorts, either green or blue, it’s night time so I couldn’t see very well and I only have about a few seconds to take it all in! And he has an adoring smile *Was smiled at and smiled back for absolutely no reason other then he was staring at her and smiling suddenly* I’m glade I didn’t have to stop, I think I was blushing furiously by the time I got the front door… three meters away… And I’m so glade the key didn’t jam, sometimes it does..*Was picturing the door being evil and not letting her in and Spunky dude staring at her starting to attack the door with kicks until it agreed to open for her* It didn’t bother me at first because he had his back to the gate leaning against it, but then when I went into the door he was leaning on his arm glancing back at me…
I was like ‘Open damn you, lemme in, LEMME IN FOR THE LOVE OF INTERNET!’ At least it opened smoothly, then I wondered why I was so eager to get AWAAAAY from the spunk populated street… It’s like the Greek gods read what I wrote earlier about their people being ugly and wanted to prove me wrong XD
*Was happily standing in Goodies for about ten minutes looking around at all the spunks while other people where complaining about everything taking so long*
Wow… I babble on so much…*Looks around the deserted room* Is anyone still heeeeeere!? *Sniffles*
BUT, if you combine my diaries, with my book, you get over 30,000 words, HA! I beat my last record by a day! …I just wish it were my book that had more words XD
…Now I feel like doing some new siggies… *looks around lazily* so much work involved in setting up all the thingies though *cries*
*screams* One of my photo’s is blurry and I look as if my ear is pointed… and I may or may not have a beard with my tongue poking out…-_-
Obviously it took a photo of the Inner Angie!! …*Stares at another that looks as if she has a piggy’s nose from the light* Heeeey!! *Shoots it repeatedly*
*Has now finished Sigginess* >> Book… right! *scurries off* I’m poor, but at least I can be poor in style! *Flicks hair proudly* And I found my choker, never wore it that much but… well, it’s now my lucky Spunk spotting Choker!! Because the first time I wear it outside with my Aussie lip gloss, it’s spunksville!! Maybe it’s some sorta Aussie powered Spunk magnets when combined…*Decides to try it again* ……book!! *this time really scurries off* XD
Just over 14,000…*rocks* I wonder what it will feel like when I finish this… I finished a short story once for English (Yes… once…the others were huge novels and I was forced to hand them in unfinished because we aren’t allowed extensions without reasons and ‘I’m not done yet’ never worked…) and it felt really good, I was really proud of my ‘On the run to survive’ I had different aliens came to earth and thinking the humans could save their world from an oncoming meteor (we had to work with what the teacher gave us, don’t look at me like that!!) They pulled a brother and sister from their hotel room and took them onto the space ship, and all the kids could do was tell them what they’d seen on TV (that’s what the aliens saw, thinking it was a real documentary of something that’s happened) And I STILL went into too much detail, the teacher laughed since I was the only one who had sent my people onto the planet being doomed by meteors. *Had the kiddies explore the planet and find singing stones, which sang a different melody for every person that touched them* I also had a small ceremony in the end and the girl was given a silver tiara with a popular green gemstone on their planet, and the boy asked for one of the singing stones. I had started it as a grandmother telling a story to her three grandchildren who felt as if no one thought they could do anything, lol…so corny, any way ended with Grandma going off to bed and later the kids sneak down to have some more of the birthday cake (they were there for their sisters birthday, but their parents had to go on an important business flight and so Grandma was taking care of them) While the girl and one of her brothers sat down eating cake, their other little brother snooped around at the things in the display case, finding a beautiful polished wooden box he opened it, and inside was a pretty stone in the centre of the box and a silver tiara with a green stone on the front, he picked up the stone and a melody had begun to play in the air… dun dun dun…XD
…*Slowly side steps off to her book again* >>…
*Hears mum come home, runs off, returns with a packet of Maltese’s (sp?) and a large kit-kat, devours Maltese’s* …That’s the food she brings thinking I haven’t eaten all day? *Hangs head* Even *I* eat more then that…*got stuffed on the lil’round chocolate Maltese’s but doesn’t say anything* >>…
*Shows mum new side pic* Mum: oooo!! You’re so pretty in photo’s! *Angie coughs slightly* Angie: …Whereas in real life I’mmmm…?
I’m really upset with Matt being dumped so far out of the town I couldn’t have access to my Aussie things and was forced to wear wrinkly clothes and couldn’t do my hair nicely, and didn’t have my anti-fizzy hair thingy…*Looked like she got shocked by a hundred lightening bolts at one point* And I didn’t have my nice thingsor many clothes…*Had to make room for her heavy laptop*
*Watches mother pace around the house* … NOW she wants pizza, at midnight! Honestly!
Eeeeee…!!! Pizza dude was a cuty (can’t compare to the one on the step by the gate…) I’m in heaven! And I’m STILL in my choker and my Aussie lip gloss, so they ARE enchanted!! They even bring home delivery spunks to my door once again! *Thinks of all the old, balding overweight dudes appearing on her doorstep recently* >_<
*runs off to eat with mum*
Mum: *Stares grumpily at the ultra thin pizza, puts half the pizza on her plate and complains it’s about the same amount put togeher as two slices in Aussie*
Angie: *Nods nods, shovels a whole two peaces onto her plate since she usually only ate one slice back home* XD
Mum: …*grumbles more at seeing Angie have so little, watches Angie slowly struggle to eat half of her pizza* Angie…
Angie: *Looks up from her pizza getting a tummy ache* …Yeah?
Mum: Go to your room and play with your laptop! (6)
Angie: … >>…<<…
……………………………Mum just ate the two pizza’s I said I’ll save for tomorrow instead of eating right away *cries* Oh well… I still have my Kit-Kat for lunch tomorrow x_X
Hey!! One of my two pizza’s is still on my plate, lol…*Snuggles it close to her* MINE!!! *Feels sick from all the food she’s suddenly consumed and puts it back down* x_o
*Has the urge to randomly SMS Matt*… If I had the numbers of everyone I knew, I’d probably be sending world wide SMS’s………*Can see Nat getting many ‘Post!’ SMS’s* (6)
*Is talking with mum and tugs down her short white top with annoyance* Mum: *Glares* Don’t DO that!
Angie: …*Stares*
Mum: You have a nice tummy, show it off…*narrows eyes at Angie when she fiddles with her top and tugs it down a little more* Show me your tummy! *Looks stern* Show iiiiit!!
Angie: *Gets scared and backs away quickly*
*Stares at her photos of her and Matt in the Bazooka Greek dance/live songs club place thingy* That reminds me! I HATE THOSE PHOTO’s OF MEEEEE!! *Cries* I looked horrible, like some… weird… huge headed abomination! I demand Matt return to Greece and get better photo’s with me, NOW…*Looks around*…nooooooow? *Waits*…Awwwwwww…*sulks* I ought to hunt down Orlando Bloom and have him pose with me so I can have photos of Taylor and Angie … And I can’t find any Frost pics, damn, whoever it is I’m using, she ought to have more photo’s of herself online for me to exploit and misuse!!
…*Tells mum she’s only up to Chapter one instead of two* Ooops, oh well, she’s given me a month before she’ll nag to see it, I suppose it isn’t that big of a mistake on my side of the ladder, but I’m almost done chapter two. I’ll do chapter three and if I can finish it within the month I’ll improve as best I can on the sections I went over a little quickly due to lack of ideas on what to put, admittedly that’s only with my Gargoyles in chapter two where I am. I tend to babble a lot and I am not pleased with any of it, I think I have gone too descriptive again, and I do not have any other books to go over and see what they are like. Come to think of it dad brought hundreds of science books to read over and study when he was doing his book, but I think he was doing it research for his theory as well, hmmm.. still I woulda liked to remember what the books where like regarding certain things. I can’t really use our RPG’s as a base off since we go into extreme detail every post if we can, and with new players coming in we tend to repeat things for them to know if we think it’s important. I am not going to repeat anything, but sometimes I just feel as if I can simplify things…but when I do, it just sounds so bland, at the same time sometimes being bland is good. I do not want to explode the minds of the readers; I just want them to get an understanding of the characters and land in the first two chapters during the travels of the two groups. It doesn’t matter yet, I can always remove things, I think first I’ll get the opinions of others since I can be too hard on my own work and sometimes just ruin something instead of fixing it up.
Once I’m remotely pleased with the story in general, even if I’m having trouble in parts, I think instead of stressing over it so much, I’ll let others read, and with their suggestions and opinions, I can hopefully have a better chance of improving it. I’m off to bed now!
Will you have this dance with me... will dance in my arms forever?
*Le Gasps!!* The Really cute guy who was sitting on the step of the gate, he came out of the building, he came out of MY building!!! *Nearly walked into him* XD
He sits outside now and then, I didn’t realize it was the same guy, usually I ignore all of the guys out the front and stare at the pavement otherwise they try and talk to me and that freaky guy is there. At least in Aussie all the freaky people didn’t talk to me…*probably scared them*…But I went down before… and yes, I am wearing my Aussie lip gloss and the choker (6)… and he was up the street, by the phone booth where the clutsy spunk was last night, and I put some rubbish in the bin and I noticed him and he was doing what the clutz did only was on his tippy toes looking over a car at me… heeeee! *Is starting to like that phone booth* It makes them do such obvious things which usually ends up in them making a fool of themselves, which is a nice change from me doing something *runs off to clean the lounge room*
I woke up and mum wanted to take us down to the market, so good they have the market thingy set up just across the street basically from here, but it stretched for a few blocks. My hands sting from the weight of the bags, we didn’t reeeeally get that much, but it was all heavy and a few large things, mum got a new dish rack for drying the dishes… don’t really see why we needed it, the other one was that bad at all. But she got a few things, and many fishies, she’s not happy though coz the dudes said they cleaned them and they weren’t clean, o.O
Mum got me some things as well, when Matt was down my Aussie bra thingy broke, Anna wore it ‘accidentally’ when it disappeared from my suitcase and into her things so it was really stretched and the threads broke. I’m amazed she’d want it since it was sporty-ish so it was tight-ish *Likes a tight grip on her body XD* , well, actually I guess that’s why it was returned, she took all my summer tops and she’d wear them in front of me and half of them were a nice snuggled fit on me and a stretched slightly fit on her… Well I got a new bra-thingy when Matt was down…*Shifty look* I couldn’t read any of the names and I don’t like shopping so I just grabbed whatever and it ended up being a push up, and I only had a skimpy little summer top left over from the things Anna took and a few really warm shirts, so I’d wear the singlet thingy that you see in my Forgotten Love account with Matt… dear lord I was uncomfortable! *Walked out of the bathroom and stared down shiftily saying ‘ooo…look at those XD’*
Anna gave me a bunch of tops that don’t fit her, most of them are short though and show the belly, but I can’t complain really, at least I have some summer tops now! I also got a new hair clip, a whole .50c *shakes head* what do they think we are, royalty!? *Waves fists!* Heh, nah, it was cool, and it’s small, the old clip I had was lost at the movie cinema when the old dude who loooooves mum took us for ‘my’ birthday pressie *Knows he was just out to get time with mummy dearest (6)*…well by old he’s like seven years older then mum…*Asks* yeah, so technically that isn’t much at their age, but he looks twice mum’s age… When she gets done up mum can look reeeeally pretty and in her late thirties early forties, depending on the clothes she wears and if she’s smiling a lot!
I wanted to get nail polish, but with having to get Goodies last night instead of the usual sandwich I am flat broke, mum gave me extra cash, and gave me the money she owed, yey! So now I’m at 20 for the net bank again, and have about 2 spare change all up for the taxi to Sophia’s next time she calls. Mum got a new customer for her massaging thing, and it’s twice a week, so that’s going to be good for her, she’s aiming for getting 100 a week, that way she’s able to have money to live off, as well as save, now it’s about 60 and it’s only enough for us to live off. That’s on top of the salary she gets monthly from her work, but she mentioned once that she got 50c every half hour, so…o.O I think this massaging is really doing better money wise for her, but the other job pays something like Medibank… or whatever it was in Aussie, where if you get sick for certain things you don’t have to pay… or something. Anyway it also puts money aside for other things, but they only pay at the start of every month, instead of weekly like they are legally meant to. But no one complains here since jobs are hard to get mum says, so if you complain they just fire you and then get someone else who wont complain.
Also I have a plan with the kiddies, they get really hyperactive together and tend to lose focus after a short time, I think I’ll try tutoring them individually next time, half an hour for one and half an hour for the other, get them together now and then so it’s not always like that, but there’s no point in working with them if their mother just lets them get worked up, and I wish she wouldn’t make them desserts during the lesson, I’m there for like an hour or so, can’t she give it to them before, or even better, AFTER I leave!?
I need shoes, I have my old grey Aussie ones which are comfortable but I can’t really wear them a lot since the soles are coming unstuck, and my other black aussie hi-heels mum gave me have a loose heel, so I can’t really walk in them -_- And my boots are getting really old, I needa get some black polish to pretty them up! But they’re doing surprisingly well, I’m just worried the soles are losing their grip on some parts of the shoe, not bad now, but if I don’t find something to fix the small faults they are going to get worse!! I’m also worried the soles will crack, I’ve lost so many shoes due to cracking soles that I’m amazed these are lasting so many years! They have got shoes in that Sunday market thingy across the street for 15 and 10… but I dunno if they are lasting quality, a lot of the things they have in Greece break apart pretty easily…
*Returns from eating dinner* Aaaaah…*Pats full tummy after eating two of the tiny fish and three slices of bread with a dip mum made, her and Goerge had like 8-11 fishies* I’m stuffed! *Has a belly ache* T_T'
*Random thoughts* You know, Matt may have made fun of me brushing my hair for every photo shot we had, BUT, my hair was puffing up all fizzy like, at least it was somewhat manageable, if HE had brushed his hair every shot, he wouldn’t be complaining of fizziness for his shots!! HAHAHA! *Flicks hair* Sometimes it’s so good to be a paranoid obsessive thingy!
Ooooo! And I have an old photo of daddy! I think it was just before he had his Laser Cosmology book printed coz he’s sitting at the table reading one of the many science books he had brought! Gee, thinking back I can remember things that were out of place which I should have registered as wrong, and the photo he looks pale and a unwell, I can’t believe I didn’t realize something was wrong!! It wasn’t THAT long ago… it was 1996, I wasn’t that young. Hmm, still it took me by shock, mum seemed to be expecting something would happen, she’d said she had been worried about him for a while and told him to see a doctor, but dad didn’t like doctors. Which confused me at the time since he was a doctor as well, I didn’t realize there’s just a minute difference between Doctor of the sciences and doctor of the human biology >>…
I remember whenever dad walked into our city flat after returning from work or somewhere, I’d charge down the hall and pounce on him, heee! Apparently I gave one of mum’s old friends who’s also called Lili (but my mum is Lily!) The same kinda hugs, and since I only gave it to people I reeeeeeeeeeally enjoyed seeing, I figured later after I had mostly forgotten about her (Coz I was just a lil’kiddie when we left Canberra and moved to Melbourne and I didn’t see her until like three or four years ago) when she mentioned that I used to give her these powerful hugs, that I musta reeeeally liked her. She’s very nice, I saw her once in Canberra when I got left behind on a school trip there in year 6! Ah the joys… *was laying in hospital for most of the trip and eventually got left behind* Of course no one cared about my damn broken toe, THAT’s what was hurting, putting heavy things on it and bumping it, stupid doctors! Now I know why dad doesn’t like them! (6)
I also had pneumonia, broken my toe on the Wednesday, but on Tuesday, I got pneumonia in a froggy infested pool, *Nods* Broke my toe on Canberra’s parliament house, almost fell over the rails and down into the glass roof when a group of boys mucking around shoved two guys into one girl who threw herself into me, I coulda killed John Howard who was doing a speech in there RIGHT beneath the glass ceiling
No one believed me when I said something was wrong with my toe… they thought me waddling around and grabbing onto the bus chairs for support so I could swing myself over to a seat was all some sort of dramatic cry for attention… no, when I started swelling in slight tears of agony climbing of the Black Tower (Telestra tower), a TALL communications tower or whatever, then was a ‘cry’ for attention, stupid teachers didn’t listen to me, not that I really complained enough I guess, and it’s not like I was wailing in tearful cries of pain… *Was the only one to swing and waddle her way around the restaurant on the very top floor while others walked along merrily* How many of YOU have swung around Telestra Tower, eh? Eh? (6) *Looks proud*
At night it was REALLY killing me and Lara was in the same room with me because the other girls wanted to sleep together…*Will use that as the excuse, later realizes that sounds really kinky XD*… So I was feeling really sick and horrible and eventually the next day when I was *still* being ‘dramatically inclined’ my teacher, the nicest one I’ve had, ended up taking me to Woden Valley Hospital. Everyone was amazed because they had my records on file, I was clueless, but they called mum to see why they had records of me, and it ended up being the hospital I was born in, goooo meee!
Apparently I was a real pain for mum, I took DAYS to get out, and the one day the nurse had to leave, and mum was told not to have the baby coz she was not going to be in the hospital, I decided was the right time, of course dad had been waiting there for a while and eventually he left to get a coffee and THEN I popped out, mum said I just had to be a nuisance and wait for everyone who had been waiting for me to leave, born a drama queen!! *Flicks hair*
*Shifty look* Wow, this really IS turning into a autobiography XD
I hope you’re all up to date with your posts, you can’t be THAT bored to read all this babble of random nonsense while having posts to reply to, you do have posts to reply to, don’t you, ADMIT IT!! *Slaps repeatedly* Go post! *Jabs finger off in the direct of her boards*………*Slithers off to continue her book* >>…
Next week I’m getting nail polish damnit! I want my nail polish, I hate having plain nails, it’s so… plain! I should actually be able to do it, I would have five left over if Sophia gives me fifteen again, 2.50 for the Taxi, then 1 for the nail polish, that leaves 1.50 and I’d have loose change to make up the needed few cents to get a sandwich, usually I only have to buy one meal, that lasts two days and mum gets something for herself now and then or Aliki sometimes gives us something. Mum got a red one today, I was going to get something nice, but I didn’t have $1 on me. Gee, I remember I used to buy $50-100 video/computer games every month. And back THEN we were thinking we needed to be careful money wise on not over doing anything, just feels weird being so worse off compared to a year ago … I remember every other weekend I used to take Ruby out somewhere and we’d watch a movie, we’d pig out and whatever she wanted, we’d get some things from the Accessory shop, like nail polish, rings, hair ties or hair clips, lip gloss *Pats her lip gloss she still has* And usually I’d get her a toy, or we’d get a computer game to play together. She got obsessed with sims at one point and she got me hooked so every weekend we’d go and get one of the expansion packs for about four weeks. Mum gave Ruby’s brother one of my expansion packs though and John erased the hard drive without warning any of us and I never got to play it… Chris got obsessed as well so he’d be on the comp all day and at night I’d update posts and go to bed, couldn’t really play any games because my brother didn’t get off till 1 or two in the morning, and back then I used to stay online and reply to things while talking to Loza or Jenn, depending what time of day it was! Usually at night I’d be talking away with Jenn! *Remembers their posting sprees with an envious delight*
We may not have been the most well off of families, and we were a little tight now and then, but aside from the afore mentioned things, mum used to come home every week or other week and we’d have a car load of groceries. My brothers and I would complain there’s nothing in the fridge when mums comes home, and she’d still whip up a fantastic meal with what we had, it was phenomenal! I used to think how I wished I could get better clothes back then, only I was never interested in clothes shopping, so I’d save my money up for something I found important and get it. I only really had my boots and grey heels back in Aussie as well, and a pair of sneakers I never wore. So shoe wise I haven’t change, and I never had many clothes, in fact I didn’t actually have anything *nice* to wear come to think of it… Only in the last year of Aussie did I really start to get uncomfortable in some of the old clothes I had, I didn’t like many of the shops because they were all skimpy little things on sale. I guess at the time it still struck me as something someone else should be getting me, I’ve never been a ‘Yay! Let’s go out cloooothes shopping’ type of girl. Actually, I really despised it, I supposed it could be because I don’t like trying anything on – I’m very, very shy *Nods* - So if someone else like mum went shopping and got me something nice, I know it’d be the right size and I wouldn’t have had to gone through all the fuss!
I tried to over come that fear/shyness thingy now that I’m a little older, so when I was buying a new bathing suit (Matt saw it, it was an army styled one, only it exposed my sides and not the front of my stomach so it gave me a white patch, and mum demanded I wear a bikini instead of the other swimmers…I dun like Bikini’s!! ~_~) I went into the changing ROOM, which was just a curtain in the corner of the shop, and knowing I was in there another lady moved in and the room was small… and she wasn’t small…*Saw a lot of flabby skin but was just VERY glade she was only putting a top on and kept her bra attached @_@* I will NEVER go into a changing room again, NEVER… though the Aussie ones are usually very nice, with doors and locks and everything…
Ooooo…Aliki and Dimitra came over to pick mum up to take her to IKEA and they gave me a bag of things they found cute and wanted to get me, they got me REALLY kinky underwear…I thought by ‘cute’ they meant something fuzzy…cuddly… not fancy underwear!! O.o why are they getting me that sorta of thing anyway? I mean, I don’t even have a boyfriend and they already got me some on my birthday XD …*Doesn’t wear that sorta thing really* I don’t like the thin ones… I lot of my friends paraded around with little strings sticking up outta their backs, and they all thought it was a little uncomfortable, but they liked it still…why would they wear something that annoys them!? This is on top of them in super tight high heels they can barely walk in but adore, skimpy dresses in the heart of winter freezing their butts off, AND they’d start to complain when ever we had to walk, considering half of them where broke or never brought enough money coz they were skimpy in that area as well, meant a LOT of whining!!!
Of course if they had a DATE, and they were trying to seduce the dude…*shudders since they were worse at courting guys then Angie at her best of worst moments.*…then I could understand, but why would they do it when they aren’t meeting a guy, OR when they aren’t even dating anyone… if they said they planned on grabbing someone off the street randomly, then ok, then they can wear that sort a thing, but I don’t see the point when they just suffer for no reason… *Shakes head* Anyway mum made it sound as if she wanted me to try them on and show Dimitra and Aliki …I said I’d rather not T_T … Mum went on about how I’m too shy and that I should flaunt everything, then she told them she was thinking of seeing if she could get me to do some modelling. *Cracked up laughing so badly she had to drop to her knees from lack of breathing*
Mum: I am being serious! (6)
Angie: *rolls onto her back hysterically* That’s……what’s making it…so funny!!!
Mum: …… I’m serious! We should look around, it could get us a little more money, I don’t see why it’s not worth a try…
Angie: *Breaths slightly, cracks up a little more, lets out a deep sigh, giggles as she unwraps Kit-Kat ‘Chunky’ she was holding, shoves half of the huge thing into her tiny mouth*
Mum: -_-
Speaking of boyfriends *coughs*a while ago*coughs* I don’t think I make a very good girlfriend, my first boyfriend (Russel Colven) I had dumped because he was a racist pig, or just showed off and treated the asian shopkeepers poorly and I wasn’t going to support something like that in a relationship, and I told him not to come around to my house any more, and then five months he called up saying he’s going to break up with me…that he couldn’t have a relationship like I was asking, which leads me to think I didn’t explain myself properly when I told him not to ever come around to my home XD
But then there was also Niko who was rude to Matt and I did NOT like that either, and then he was hand feeding Matt…*isn’t sure how she felt towards that either o.O* And the others aren’t really important, they’d ask me and then I dunno, I’d like them, but then I’d only like them as friends and I’d kinda say no politely and usually they’d stop being my friend o.O One guy even told someone I told him I was bisexual as the reason I didn’t want to sleep with him, the guy already knew I didn’t want anything to do with Russell Woolley coz he was taking drugs, (Which considering being Bi wouldn’t affect the desire to be with a guy made the lie even more pathetic XD) but some guys are just total jerks -_- I dunno, not found someone who sets my world on fire, but I’ve never jumped out the door to go to a date. And Darien was nice, and I knew him for two weeks. Honestly, what is it with some people, if you do not call them every day; they have their little hissy fits as if you are having some affair behind their backs!
I am not good at idle chit chat, if I have something to say, or something to ask, or something of any kind, THEN I will call, why must I waste every cent I don’t have on calling them to tell them something I will tell them if and WHEN I feel like it. Why must some just insist you say ‘I love you’? What if I don’t love them, they cheapen the word for me because of their egotistical need to have a female purring at their feet as if she can’t live a moment without him being the centre of her world. In addition, if I refuse to say it they get upset, wouldn’t they rather I keep it until I can say it in all honesty at a time I feel is right? And what is with half of them going on about wanting to marry me? First I want to know I can deal with them for a WEEK at least, before I start to hear the lies they think will sway me into falling for them and becoming their eternal slave. If they want some mindless drone who doesn’t have a life other then calling them up, telling everyone about them, spending every moment thinking only of them, acting as if they are the gods of the universe, then they can go find some blow up doll and use their imagination and recorded female voices from a porno flick they idolize.
Why can’t they first focus o being my FRIEND, before they go any further? How can any of them say they love me if they don’t even know my favourite pastime, now come on, this is ME we’re on about, how hard would it be for them to discover THAT? But no one has realized what I like to do, and then they wonder why I don’t really care about them, I mean the only guy who ever actually tried to be my FRIEND was ERIC! He knows my favourite movies, my likes, my moodswings, my this, my that, he sometimes stares blankly when I talk with words that aren’t used often…>>…but at least he tried, and when I told him off and said I didn’t want him trying to kiss me, I didn’t want him doing any funny business, I just wanted no more then friendship, he was the only one who actually remained as a friend, despite his feelings, and I know how hard it can be when you are fond of someone and always around them and can’t actually get closer then a friendly smile and goodbye hug.
At the same time, would I make it worthwhile for the guy who is trying to court me? After all his struggle to understand the complexity of Angie-ness, would he even want to stay? I don’t like going out every night, I don’t like bars (Well, now and then I’m ok with it… it’s mainly the alcohol and smoke I have trouble with, then again I’ve never been with anyone who’s made it enjoyable for me, maybe that’s the problem?) I don’t like it when the guy is a smoker, I might as well fall to my knees and kiss the ash fault (the thingy cars drive on ). I don’t like it when they go on forever about marriage, or how much they love me when they don’t know anything about me, but meh, I can live with that…*flicks hair and just listens anyway to how much they adore her*
I don’t mind if they are all flirty with me right off, but I just think it’s nice to have it go from one step to another without having them right off the bat declaring their undying love, that’s when you know without a doubt they usually aren’t going to be around long. And it’s not like I don’t want to fall in love, I would like to, of course, but on my terms, not because some guy wants his ego stroked in hearing how spectacular he is. I don’t think there’s many people out there I can click with though, at least none that I can find, not that I can really find any in this country. I don’t care if he isn’t the cutest, I don’t care if he isn’t the smartest, I don’t care if he can’t sing like angels and I don’t care if he isn’t perfect. Who cares if he isn’t bound with muscles and I don’t care if his tall and scrawny, I don’t care if he has funny way of talking or if he has trouble understanding words I use or if he uses words I’m not familiar with. I don’t mind if he hates the internet, as blasphemous as that is, and I don’t mind if he prefers to have a lot of time doing his own thing. As long as he is nice not only to me, but to others, most especially my friends, and as long as he respects the fact I cannot breath around cigarette smoke. He doesn’t have to quit, but damn it, what is so hard about not smoking for the time he’s directly around me? I want him to understand what ever is important to me is important to me regardless of his opinions of beliefs. And of course, he has to be free for me to drag away and torment whenever I desire to
Unfortunately, I seem to be asking too much for someone to really care, and if they will not care about me, why should I be forced to care about them? I’ll treat them the exact way I feel they are trying to treat me, and if they don’t like it, then it serves them right for trying to force me to endure the same fate. I give them my full attention when they are with me, I show them I’m interested and show them I look forward to going out with them (unless of course I’m not enjoying the company and cancel) if that isn’t enough for them, then pffft, who needs them and their egocentricity! Keep in mind I’ve been on like three dates here guys, don’t get thinking I do this habitually.
I think in all honesty, Matt, Judo…Eric… are the only guys to understand me in anyway, so… does that mean I should to put up a dating notice online and see who responds if all the guys who understand me and befriend me are actually online? XD
o.o……*Suddenly pictures really old overweight people sending her letter*…
Meh, if all else fails, I can kidnap Natalie and we can elope in Aussie (6)
*Hears radio saying ‘let me start by saying…I love you’ glares, throws her shoe at the radio* Don’t start that way, say hello first (6)
And not to mention my awful habit of babbling… I mean I babble endlessly!! And I am really bad, but I can’t help it, I don’t mean to, it just starts and it’s hard for me to stop if no one else will talk. And usually I explain in detail half of what I said, so a simple ‘I went to the video store’ could be an entire description of my family, their names, what kind of movies they like, the fact we’ve seen everything, how I don’t like the owners, the fact one was male and the other was female. Or there are times where I’m completely silent, and I mean HOURS of silence and it peeves mum off when we go out and I don’t say anything even if there isn’t wrong, and then she’ll snap at me and then I will get angry and then I’ll be silent coz I’m angry! And I then there’s the whole thing where I’m so shy I find it hard to do things, like going to the Internet place even, the first time I was afraid to approach it, and when I managed to cross the street I felt as if my heart was about to burst when approaching the door, and inside I was horribly nervous, and now I don’t even want to go back there! I’m unable to go into a bank without company and I’m always so scared I’m going to screw something up that I sometimes don’t even bother to try.
I know there’s so much I can do, I know that I have a lot of talent because I’ve seen it, I got top 10% and top 1% in the entire state on my science exam in year five and then six and I didn’t study…*Hints to her ‘participation’ score in maths XD* I would get A+ for the first part of the year in high school and I was good in metal works, I was excellent in woodworks, I was fantastic in drama and brilliant in art. I loved History, English and I devoured so many books, I was wonderful at Languages. I had A+ in all my areas, my pronunciation of German and Japanese words and sentences were regarded best in the class and I was always complimented on my beautiful pronunciation of English words as well. (Kinda hard t’belive’at eh?) But then I forgot all my Japanese after they forced me to take German, and then after two years of that (two years with that horrible German teacher…GAH!) I left and a year later all was completely forgotten to me. I remember some words, but often they lost their meaning to me..well…save for Mine Name ist…XD *says it in the German accent and giggles* Considering I know the letters and many words of Greek and no one has actually ever sat down and worked with me to learn the language, I know that I will pick it up fast once I take the damn classes we’re still waiting to hear from…That seems to be a problem with me though, I’ll learn things really quickly, but then forget them even faster…T_T
If I just had more motivation and drive I know I’d do better for myself…but…*Looks around lazily* I jus’ don’t have the fire burning inside, well actually I do when I think of my book. But then I wonder how long till it’ll fizzle out and I’ll put it aside ‘for another day’…
*Gets all nervous from that thought and goes back to her book*
*Listens to freaky guy swing the creaky gate open and closed* …Doesn’t he make enough noise on his OWN!? Why does he need further instruments of the utmost annoying to cause his disturbance!! *eye twitches as she goes back to her book*
Up to chapter three now!! And it’s only been..*scrolls up* sine after midnight sometime this morning since mum gave me the month time to finish chapter three XD
Granted I have parts I want to go into more detail but I’m worried I’ll over load it, so I’ll finish three and then mum can read and suggest where I neded to go into more detail, but I just want her to say here, I’ll kill her if she starts getting me to alter and edit things, last time she did that she then went off that I’M editing things and people don’t do that while they are typing. I’m not going over anything and editing it, I did a sentence now and then that I wasn’t sure made sense or used to many large words that it made it lose impact, but I changed it while I was writing because… I had just written them! I’ll see, I should lock the document and make it read only otherwise she may edit and change things, especially grammar, I don’t want her doing that yet, I want to finish the book, and then we’ll go over it and fix it all up. But I want to be there when she changes things, and I know if she can she’ll change this and that while I’m not around and sometimes she doesn’t tell me that she’s done it…
Will you have this dance with me... will dance in my arms forever?
*Finds dad’s two books*…SuperRoo!! And no kidding, this is one of the sentences XD; The visual display revealed an approaching waviness which rapidly began to occupy an increasing portion of the viewing area.
And reading a page of his laser cosmology book, I remember how much he hated the big bang theory, so much that I thought it was incorrect when I was little and telling off my teachers when they taught it to us.
Teacher: The universe was created during a massive explosion of which we call ‘The Big Bang’ …blah blah blah…
Little Angie: But… *Folds arms*…if you believe in that then how can you explain the fact that there are clusters over ten or twenty billion years old if the universe is only a measly ten billions years of age as the Big Bang theory suggests?
Teacher: ……*stares* Uh…You should ask Mr Ruff (he was the science teacher) He can explain it to you better!
Angie: *Plots to ambush teacher and does so in science next period* So…(6) Tell me about your theories on the Big Bang…
Ruff: Blah blah blah… *Pauses with Angie slowly shaking her head* Well what did YOU think happened lil miss know it all? (6)
Angie: Well, there are still arguing theories on that, but the Steady state and Big Bang are not really all that good… well…come on, in 196-(something, forgot now) when they discovered quasars daddy says that it caught Steady State with their pants down and the Big Bang dudes didn’t fare any better in the discovery!
Ruff: Now that’s all nice but these are very smart people who spend their lives proving the what they say is corre-
Angie: But Quasar’s aren’t considered logical outcomes of either the steady state or big bang theories!
Ruff: …*Gets all shifty* Look, they work! *Went on to explain things he’s read in books*
Angie: But…why would things that form with such difficulty explode…? *Looks confused and waits for him to explain himself*
Ruff: Because!! (6) *Shoes her off so he can have his coffee*
*hours later*
Angie: Muuuuum, how long till foods ready? *Puppy-eyes*
Mum: Ten minutes…*Is mopping and bleaching the kitchen floor and bathroom* And here I was thinking you were coming to ask if there was anything you could do to help.
Angie: *Giggles hysterically*… You’re full of amusing thoughts lately!
*Sends Matt an SMS* I can’t believe I can’t get on for another 2 weeks!! *Wails in agony* At least I have my book to write…*rocks back and forth* It isn’t the same though, I love hopping online and reading what other people write, it’s no fun when I know everything that’s coming along, though amazingly I seem to be surprising myself regularly with things I randomly plan or have happen -_- *Has her multiple personalities all conspiring together to help write the book*
ooo!! Matt send an SMS, he said he’s leaving Monday, it’s Friday toda-Thurday ………………TUESDAY, there we go, finally got it out of my fingers *eyes them drearily too lazy to reach over for the delete button* I did two new siggies, I’m really tired, I don’t know why, you can actually see the bags under my eyes in some of the photo’s. -_- Well I guess I have done a bit of work this week, but nothing that ought to have gotten me so tired. I had a night mare last night that my brothers sold all my computer games and stuff on Ebay when they sold their junk earlier this year. I am very protective of my games, even if I don’t play them I don’t want to get rid of them, you never know when I might want to play them again OR more to the point, when Ruby would like to occupy herself with them. Others come over and I always loved how they could always find something that they’d enjoy playing, be it something like final fantasy or SIMs. I had fantasy PC games, war games, stragity games..heee I had so many things *grumbles* And I BETTER still have them when I go back, otherwise I’ll throw the biggest hissyfit of ALL time!!!!
Speaking of Hissyfit, I was just thinking…*Wanders in after having a shower*…I remember the day Dad’s books arrived, we went down to the floor below and Chris dad and I carried boxes on top of boxes up the two flights of stairs and into our penthouse apartment (we lived on the 21st floor and the elevator only went to the twentith, below us where offices) …*gets distracted* Pennilessness is SO a real word, *giggles* that’s so cute, it’s like Anglish has become a formal language now! Anyway!! Lessee… about three boxes high and, what… eight-ten boxes long I’d say roughly Hmm, I had the number but how many per box? They weren’t too large, probably 10 per box? Or twenty would be better fit for the image I remember I think, I don’t know, it was too long ago and I was too wild to pay it much attention… Dad got sick just a few months later, I was only living in the city apartment with him for that year and he got sick in September, so definitely no more then four or three months I would hazard a guess… After he got sck though another guy who we rented the flat from took dads books, he didn’t have the right but he did and mum hadn’t been able to get them back. I don’t think it’s fair, dad created the Cyclic model of the universe, and I don’t know if it’s true or not but he put a lot of effort into proving his point, heck, even *I* can understand what he is saying when reading his book. Which means he is unable to share his knowledge, opinions, or ideas, because of that jerk, who even, DARED, send a dude to the NURSING home and try to get dad to sign over the rights of the book to them. And they told me all about how they could get hold of the book and everything, just because I was relatively new in highschool doesn’t mean I was an idiot, I knew I owned the rights to them as his heir should anything happen to them. Which is why they wanted ME to sign on his behalf to sell his books. I told them they can give me access to the books and from there I will work with them once I have the books in my possession and can arrange an agreeable contract regarding the matter with my mother first. Needless to say, I never saw them – or the books – ever again.
*Flicks open the books to see who the publishers were* … *stares* Published 1995 by Len Hughes International Press…!? Daddy had international press?? *Looks around* I didn’t know that… shouldn’t I have known that? Oooo! It says in the same place a little lower that A catalogue record of this book is available from the Australian National Library …*If only she knew what exactly THAT meant* So.. do they have a page saying dad wrote a book on this stuff? XD *Taps chin* Says it was printed by Frank Daniels PTY LTD in Melbourne, ooo… wonder if I ought to cause some trouble next time I’m n Aussie and track down the rights for Daddy’s books just outta the heck of it. I know dad did a lot of things and a lot of things went REALLY good… and then really bad… Mum says he was a complete scatterbrains and that he never finished anything (followed by ‘Just like you’ (6) ).
Well dady DID finish something, he finished his book! Granted it was stolen from him after he got sick, BUT… he DID finish it! *Pictures herself getting struck by a falling meteor and run over by a horde of eight legged elephants just before getting her book sent off to libraries* XD
Awww… I have two of Daddy’s books left, four or five originally, but Chris has one, I gave one to my friend Claire Taylor, and I get two, if there was a fifth it disappeared during the many moves we dd since then. One of my books that I have packed away here has him saying ‘The No.1 book for the No.1 Daughter’ And this one that I grabbed of the two has after he got sick… Just half my first name Meag(an) and followed by the alphabet, ending with his name down the bottom. *Sniffles since he got the o and P switched in the wrong spots*
He doesn’t do his e’s like he used to, before he got sick for some reason he did them upside down like little 6’s, now he does them properly. Come to think of it, he used to do a lot of odd things, like say he didn’t know how to use the video player, I couldn’t understand HOW a guy of his smarts idn’t know how to use a video recorder but could do all those other fantastic things…like research robotic gadgets and create new models of the universe! By 2015 it was said they’d build a laser capable of realising photon energy densities of ten to the power of twenty five ergs per cubic centimetre, in so allowing detailed testing of the Hughes Model universe in a laboratory on Earth. Even though dad is sick, I wonder if they will still do that test. Apparently in a thingy called “Nature” it says dad’s model is the only one proposed to date (At least around 1996) which obeyed both the first and second laws of thermodynamics. Actually, it states in his “Nature” publications, with an s at the end, make’s me wish I could get my hands on them to see what was being said. I know he was in the papers once at least, I cut it out and put it up on the wall, but I THINK mum’s boyfriend tossed it out, or mum herself, not going to point fingers, but THEY took it off the wall, and that was the last I ever saw of it. Maybe when I can go online one day and there aren’t any posts for me to do, I could spend a quick tend fifteen minutes searching for any online snippets of news regarding the matter. I’ve never been able to get over the heartless acts done by John Wood, the dude who stole dad’s books. And apparently mum says he also took 60,000 of MY shares that dad got for me. Mum says she tried really hard to get everything returned to us, but how hard was it really? How can one man get away with so many serious offences against ONE family!?
Granted I never studied any of this save for the things we learned in school and the things dad or TV told me themselves. So maybe dad was a raving loon who needed to create and run his own International Press (o.O) in order to publish his own book (damn it, why didn’t I think of that?) But even if that is that case, he is MY raving mad loony daddy, and the world ought to STILL get the right to listen to his rants, it’s the way us Hughes’s communicate best!
Now I can’t get that Press thing outta my head, I’m going to ask mum about it as soon as she gets back from her outing with her friends to eat somewhere nice *Is so not jealous in any way as she sits here hungrily* I mean I was invited too… mum had to go to work first and she wanted me to travel across the city at 11 to meet up with her and Aliki and Dimitra, last time I went out and caught a buss at this time that freaky dude followed me to the bus stop, and got ONTO the buss, he didn’t have money so the driver tossed him out…*whimpers* And the dude was drooling and waddling hastily after me, I felt like getting a taxi to the bus stop just a few streets away so the guy wouldn’t follow me… damn things where all full…
Wow, they say dad published his book ahead of time because he was so convinced of the $10 billion dollar laser/s being built around 2015 and thus (hopefully) proving his theory to the world. Well, it’s just about ten years away… that’s not long of a wait…*begins to slowly rock back and forth*
*Holds out an anti-headache medical cookie to Loza IF she managed to read this far* Good thingy… at least you tried to read all the big words!
Hmm… actually there might be bread left over from when Goerge came for late lunch! And mum spent all we had on the small lunch and is broke with 9 dollars in her account, all I can say for the bazillionth time is…WHY does she have to do that!? She complains that dad was horrible with his money, well… she ain’t Queen of ‘not spending money’ herself, she’s too used to living it well, even when she’s poor she still has to try and be the hostess. My mother was AMAZING in the kitchen, sometimes she was less then that, but usually she could cook things to make ya mouth water. It’s a pity here she can’t really do that since she doesn’t have everything she needs. I miss those times, when she’d say SET UP THE TABLE! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I ASK YOU!? And the lot of us would groan and moan and drag ourselves from the other rooms to set up the one table all together XD It was nice, we had a lot of very nice things, and the table was nice, the seats where comfy but we needed to glue the backings for two or so because the glue had lost its grip over the years…and Toby chewed the wooden leg of one chair and the tables leg really badly, but lucky both just in a single spot, still mum wasn’t pleased, I’m amazed she didn’t throw a hissyfit though… Toby ate my watch that dad brought me, it was a pretty watch, really expensive as well, I didn’t get any nice watches before that coz I was always losing the toy ones I was given… XD
*Sniffles* One day we’ll have that all bac-oooo! That reminds me! The second half of mum’s land may have been found, because there has been developments in the area over the years, part of her land was used up, and the government has found a location to offer her for the replacement property in the same area (a VERY good area) Mum’s looking into it within the next week or three. If she does not like the area, I think she is going to refuse it though and request a better place, my mother does not settle for anything less! Then again, we are tight, she may accept it without much fuss, but only if it is acceptable to a mildly pleasing degree. So that means we ought to be able to start development… sooooon…*thinks of the 9 in her account she said she had today* Or, we can have them done around the same time dad’s theory is proven to be right or wrong
Hmmm… oh, right, food! *scurries off*…*hurries back* Wait, Matt’s leaving Germany for England right? Oooo!!! I always wanted to send a postcard to England!! And I have two! One here *Holds up one of The Twelve Apostles* And another one of penguins… elsewhere! Maybe more, I wonna send him a post card!! And I’ll send my Welsh family one as well…I hope they remember me, they’re probably are glade I stopped visiting them, I ran wild up there, mum says my grandmother said she loved me, but couldn’t stand how untamed dad let me be…*Not at all ever dared to try and set up booby traps to capture Grannies little Scottish terrier Jonathan*
That actually reminds me of the opal daddy got me! Off hand it came to me as a 6000 dollar open, but that’s ridiculous, I’m sure on further thought it was 2000 dollars, but I didn’t care about the price, it was white with MANY different pretty colours of shimmery greens and blues and oranges and stuff…*would watch it glisten in the sunlight with amusement for hours when dad wanted some time alone to read/write/watch sports* In Wales we took a photo of it, I remember seeing the photo somewhere, but I don’t know if I brought it to Greece or if mum did and has it in the bunch of photo’s we had grabbed. I’m not going to even bother asking where THAT went to.. *Snickers* Told you I was a spoiled little brat I went around the world three times by the time I was three!! *Has photos of her up to the knees of Chinese people, then wearing same clothes standing outside an English place with one of those old bikes that had a huge wheel and a small wheel* Considering how small the Asians can be, I wonder if I was a short two or three year old or if they were all tall Japanese/Chinese civilian/workers… Then again, every Asian I’ve been friends with has been taller then me… not that that really is any different to the rest of the races of the world…Aside from Greece!! I can proudly say I am a tall Greece girl! *Nods as she has seen MANY people half her size or around that* XD
I wish I could have done more of the travelling when I was a little older though, I was too young to remember any of it, and what I do remember is me turning on the TV and to my horror all the really cool looking cartoons in Japan didn’t make any sense!! Oooo, and then there was that huge white dome thingy which looked like the moon had collided with earth during the night *Got a very proud look from dad when she said that and now remembers he got her a little light up spin top that would sing Christmas songs when it was spinning!* We watched a movie of us pretending to be in a helicopter ride over snowy mountains or something. I just remember I listened to the start of it in Japanese and until dad put my English-speaking headset over my ears – I don’t remember what was being said of course, but I was in awe of the vibrating seats! (Mum says this memory fragment takes place not in Japan but in Singapore, reader further down yo understand that I didn’t realize there was a land outside the hotel)
*Taps chin* I went to Singapore a lot, basically every year, maybe skipped one year now and then, I don’t remember, but I’m pretty sure it was every year, I’ll ask mum as well about that. Usually we went to Albury Hotel, ooo!!! I’m SO wanting to take friends there one day just for a few nights, maybe not the most fantasic of places, but you pet a frog in the caves and the showers start, and a HUGE Mexican hat that doubles as a spa with jets, that had me hooked before it even had the rest of the attractions it has developed, lol. *Remembers she was too short to go into the center of the hat which was the deeper parts and had to stand up where people usually sit and would swim in circles around and around and around until a little whirlpool would carry her body off… occasionally being swept into the center and nearly drowning forcing her dad to pull her out and then watch her do it all over again* It was so FUN! After that we’d then go up to Singapore, there was a massive hotel that I thought was the city of Singapore until one day in the later years the doors opened and I realized it was a hotel. Then again, it was little me, and the place was huge, it had a swimming pool on the 8th floor! *Was obviously obsessed with swimming when she was young* XD I know there was a Macca’s, and little shops all over the place that were really expensive, I still have a little black bag I got from there, dunno where it is though, I had it in Loire before we left Aussie…o.O.. and bridges with glass bricks that went from one side of the place to the other. I used to always by little fans, or larger fans. *Would pretend they were birdies, and the delicate expensive white ones where mummies, and the delicate expensive black ones where daddies, and the tiny ones where little kiddies* I kept forgetting them though, and dad said he was going to stop buying them until I got a little older and wasn’t so forgetful…*Shifty look*
After that we’d go to Wales! Occasionally I think there were other places involved but I don’t really remember them, Wales was fun, but my grandparents didn’t really speak English and grandpa didn’t speak it at all. And he lacked some teeth so half the time I’d stare dumbfounded at his mouth when he spoke to me *Wondered if the bad teeth caused some sorta speech impediment that made her unable to understand what he was saying to her* I knew they all spoke a different language, but at the same time they spoke English to me well enough that I wasn’t used to hearing Welsh *Nodded along happily wondering when he’d get outta the chair and drive her down to the pool house* He died when I was living with dad in Punt Hill, hmm… it had to be after I was eight I think… I had my birthday up in Wales; I had many friends there, some wrote to me when I was back in Australia but usually we’d send one or two letters and then we’d get lazy… I didn’t really understand why everyone was upset that grandpa died at first, for some reason I just expected him to be back in his chair grinning at me cheerfully in his friendly and caring way next time we went there. Dad was really upset, he must have been hurt that I didn’t really understand grandpa was gone, dead is dead, sure I knew what it meant, but understanding it wasn’t yet something I had grasped.
Ooo, I did a blending style with my new siggies, I like them, you can’t see parts of me, so it makes the siggy look MUUUUCH prettier! (6)
Damit… I wish I could get gold just to have the use of the MSN devil face
OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Matt said I can use Lexes and Kairi in my novel, I have made Kayla, but admittedly the name I liked but K… Kairi, and she was very Kairi-ish in personality, so I was having trouble deciding to keep her, now I have Kairi back, Gysha is whole once more!!
Does that mean Matt will be co-author? Since he’ll be supervising the use of Lexes and Kairi (agreeing, disagreeing, changing, removing, adding whatever he thinkgs fits them better) Then he’d sorta be helping with the book right? And from there, wouldn’t it be logical for us to discuss the happenings in the book, and what with Lexes and Kairi both main characters, and if we go by my original plan there is a book that is devoted to him (as he will replace Dark Dude!) So that is a lot of responsibility and I couldn’t possibly say anything like; Characters Created by Matt. And nothing else. I’d want people to know they are his lil’babies! He is their puppet master even if he just tells me what to write. *Gets another message saying she can’t have them without him* Aww… isn’t that cute, he thought I’d not be my lazy self and control the stolen characters entirely myself…*Laughs hysterically*
Now I wish I had MSN, SMS isn’t best for me since although the individual calls are affordable for me, I just don’t have the seven dollars to buy a card every time I run out…granted that’s been three times all year since Matt’s the only one I ever send messages to XD Makes me glade I don’t have mobile numbers for Natalie or others… Eeeep, now Matt’s going to have to read my story as I go and sometimes I hop past things and just leave notes of what’s happened, only done it once, so I don’t forget there’s something I wanted to add… but some things I do and I’m not motivated so the passages aren’t as descriptive or flavoursome as possible. The good thing is, with Matt’s characters involved, he will automatically be forced to help me when I get stuck while involving his charries, mwuhaha!
*SQUEALS!!* Now it seems all the more real with Matt wanting to be part of a story I’m doing, heh, I can’t believe I’m doing a story… He tells me a lot of people aren’t posting, I was thinking, since it’s taking so long, we end all the threads and organize to start new ones with the active members and have them involved in better things. Better to do that then lose everyone. But with TE’s story line coming up that was going to happen anyway really… I love MG, I’m getting tired of watching it die, it has to be something I’m doing wrong, I don’t like a lot of posts I do there with people I don’t know, because I can’t talk with them and it becomes boring and tedious and I just don’t like the posts I generally do. So far Torrel is the only character that’s smoothly become a decent string of posts I think are of somewhat acceptable quality, I wasn’t overly impressed of his earlier ones, since I couldn’t express properly why he acted the way he did and it confused some people…*Realizes it was three in the morning while she and Matt are SMSing each other* o.O GEE!! Sending me messages at this time of night, I could have been asleep! *Shifty look* Well I coooooooulda… Meh… maybe he knows me too well – And after reading all these I’m sure anyone who has read it all knows more of me then they cared to find out.
Oh, that reminds me, mum said some nice things today to me/about me!
She says There are three things that make me unique and different…(I was amazed she only found three things that make me different to measly mortals! ) The first thing was something along the lines of what I actually had mentioned early, that I don’t have a drive that pushes me places I should easily reach with just a little effort. She’s impressed about my burst of enthusiasm for the book, I think since she said UNTIL NOW with occasional glimpses but only small and usually for things that weren’t all that big to warrant much attention or reward for having accomplished. In fact she was pretty much saying it as if she read my diary entry, going on also about how I don’t feel comfortable doing things, but it isn’t entirely fair the way she put it about my recent lack of getting out and about, since in Australia I did a whole lot more on my own, and I took care of my sister and I did things and I did socialize. But here there isn’t anyone I know yet, and I am hoping that will change if I can just get word from that now very stupid school that isn’t calling back. Mum will call it on Friday if they don’t by then. Once I get schooling I’ll be able to speak with others and then I’ll socialize more… maybe get work and find friends through that!
Number 2 was something that took me by surprise, I feel weird repeating it here, but hey, I’ve babbled on about other things, so why not mention this as well? XD
She said I was very…dear lord, I forgot what she said to describe me, uh, something along the lines of being open *Eyes mass amount of words in her diary XD* And friendly… or something, a nice person! She said that at the end, lol She said she was telling the brother of Aliki and Dimitra while massaging his back that she wants to get me shoes and she wants to get me tops and things and this and that, and when she suggests we go out and get something I tell her to hold off until she can afford it. Whereas someone like Anna would make her go out and get an extra five massages to go and get new shoes for her. Now Aliki’s brother thinks I’m some sort of angel >>…<< The dude has a daughter, and says she’s 1/3 Anna… heh… I never really thought that much of it when I tell mum to wait though, I mean my boots may be old, but I still love them, and Aliki lent us expensive shoe polish/coating stuff. Now my boots are all new and shiny looking! *Spent the entire day admiring shiny new old boots and even had mum amazed by the amusement she found in their shininess* Aside from the tips of my boots, the rest of them are basically perfect! Save for the afore mentioned worry of the soles possibly becoming unstuck, I’m not sure, it’s nothing serious yet and isn’t at all noticeable unless you look at it really closely along where the sole is attached to the boot. And I still have my nice grey and black heels, despite their age getting the better of them and making the padding/heel come loose. I just don’t see why we ought to spend money that can be better spent elsewhere on things of more important, but to know it makes mum feel better for not being able to afford getting me things on a whim like she used to is really nice to know.
After that she said another good thing about me is she enjoys my humour, but she says I tend to show it more with you guys instead of with even my closest of friends or family. But then again, mum always used to be at work or recovering from work in Aussie, and my brothers only ever had time for themselves (Be it individually or together) And my friends… well I mucked about with them, but I have to be comfortable with someone before I can relax and be myself, some people are just too stiff and boring or I know they wont understand a thing I say.
Speaking of mum, I think she is slowly getting increasingly serious on the modelling thingy… I do not want to be a model, aside from the fact I don’t think I’m anything near what they would want I wouldn’t cope with people telling me every imperfection I have and where I need to loose more weight and what I can or cannot eat. And worse of all…they’ll make me exercise!!! *Wails in lazy agony* Besides, everyone only seems to think I look nice in photo’s, but usually once I’ve done them in adobe with backgrounds and those different effects. I NEVER alter my image in any way save for twice where I darkened the whiter part of my tummy in some of those damn short top shots I have. I look so skimpy, like I’m trying to show off my stomach, I don’t see why mum thinks it’s nice and demands me to flaunt it, it isn’t toned at all so it’s all flabby *Pats it, watches it wobble* XD
O.O Can you image THAT… An English Tutoring Model and Author XD Oh boy, wouldn’t that cause a few fainting spells at my old schools…
It’s just so wrong…it’s unholy I say, UNHOLY!!
…*Gains random thought from that comment* Lexes could cause a slaughter later still, hmmm… we’ll have him kill off the lot of Mages at the Ruins after Torrel arrives at the Castle, but before he meets any of the other elves likely to be there (maybe there isn’t many elves, but there logically would be bound to be at least a hand full) So I say he settles in, they get word of the slaughter and are sent out or possibly just pass over it during a patrol of the outer towns area. Moreover, with the activity of the Mages and the disgruntled townsfolk having so many so close to their humble homes, it would be realistic to have the Novices to venture all the way to the ruins and back to make sure all is well. With him having seen the power of the Mages at the ruins before he arrived at the castle, he’ll assume Lexes can do things like that as well, and I already have it in the readers mind that it fascinates Torrel exceptionally.
I read mum the Torrel post I did even though Lady hadn’t replied yet, so that way when I get online I can just alter this and that and add or remove some things. Mum says she loves how I have him so innocently curious of the woman at the end, even if it’s only vaguely mentioned she can see a part of his personality I intended to start to develop over the course of his time around woman. She demands I have a romance scene with him, and I mean a real pure whole romance scene – Beyond what Matt and I do o.O …Not that I’m completely against it… I mean Jenn and I have done a few nice posts like the ones Matt and I did, more hinting and nothing gory, but still you get an understanding of what’s going on. I just don’t know how I feel about writing something like that for the whole world to read (meaning about four or five people, including mum and myself XD) o.o I don’t think I’d want my mother to read something like that which I’ve written either!!! …*Scoffs* And the woman dared to assume I wouldn’t know how to handle a situation taking place in such a manner, *flicks hair*, honestly! I don’t need her to tell me how to write and what to say, SHEESH!
But I dunno… I’ll see, I don’t want to do anything unTorrel-ish, it would all have to be completely perfectly suitable and tasteful, and additionally, Ruby is now forbidden to touch my book until those pages are torn out (6)
I’ll see……she insisted it was a must, and I did plan on having a sort of romance, just not to the extent mum said would be expected since I would have thought it inappropriate, then again, it may gain more readers What do you guys think? I do remember one book of fantasy I read had a romance scene or two, mum seems to make it sound as if most of them did. Not that I’d judge on that, in general, what would you think of reading something like that? I mean Jenn’s really the only one to read what I do and granted some of mine have been really bad, especially when I’m rushed or don’t have any motivation for that sort of thing at the time. But She liked the last post I did, if I did an improved version of that sort then maybe others would like it as well, but I’m still not sure, I guess I could always try and everyone comments and we see how it fairs, otherwise we can always hit the delete button!
Also, on the MG board topic *Randomly brings it up*,
I want to get all of MG’s races, Beasts, and classes and do a total revamp. I don’t have any of the info on MG in the laptop, I forgot about getting it all, I’m so upset, I wanted to get everything onto the computer and I saved the main board without saving the sub-forums and topics with all my rushing about when I was at Aliki’s and allowed online. If anyone has any suggestions, or has PUT suggestions for Races and classes and wants/doesn’t want to have it mentioned in the book, then I think I will suggest you all post in a new Forum I’ll make – Entitled something like ‘Gysha – Rebirth of Darkness Books’, knowing my laziness probably exactly that XD. Races/classes/beasts I’m not entirely sure are of my own creation due to the years which have passed and my memory being… well… what memory XD or I know they aren’t mine, then I wont include them of course.
I’ll probably make a list of all the things that I’m thinking of including, and speaking of this, I realize that Tyrian was given to Matt and I by Karen, so did she create it on her own or did she just hear it from somewhere else? And if so, would we be allowed to use it free of charge or should I just alter it to something of my own creation? It’s so hard when so many people – some of whom are gone – have helped add to MG, because I don’t know if they created it from their own minds or copied it from somewhere else, so even if I ask permission to use them free of charge, there’s still the worry of having them just give things they’d seen at other boards/books/movies.
In addition, speaking of which, Loooooooooooooooza, I know you made a few. At least I listened who made which so there will not be any complications there…
I’m really fond of Gysha, if miracles do happen and it gets onto the shelves and gains a few readers, I’m thinking of using the world and creating new characters, even if it’s not on the grand scale of the first lot that come out. I can find other things to happen in Gysha, things always go on, there’s always power struggles and adventures and rise and fall of power, fights between good and evil. There’s a whole possibility of taking advantage of all this, if things go well, I might be able to push things to a new level. With such a wide variety of races and lands, it’s possible to do something that would strike the aspects of fantasy that at least a group of people would enjoy. We can have darker stories or lighter ones, romance or adventure, whatever is possible in the realm of Gysha. And if I do the maps carefully, with enough uncharted lands or distance between one thing or another, then we can logically add new things as the world evolves. Maybe we can even go back in time and show stories of things that have been mentioned and caught the interest of readers. Thinking about it like this right now, it really is a prospect worthy of attention. MG is a fantastic world regardless of its inability to keep players, because it’s not restricted to one way of thinking, or one kind of era, there’s primitive lands and more advanced lands, like Sky City and their primitive scattering of air balloon crafts which are like their form of railway system. Where magic and technology co-exist, and then there’s some place like the tribal lands, where neither is known. I dunno, it’s just a random thought at five in the morning, I honestly haven’t thought any further on it. The fact there’s a possibility to expand on different parts of Gysha and in different ways not only related to a struggle against the dark army, I think it’ll help motivate me to try even harder with the book.
I need to make the best possible impact imaginable doable for my level of skill, and considering I feel as if I’m the only person writing a book who hasn’t graduated from some place with some amount of high credentials is, admittedly, rather daunting. I’ve never studied any form of writing or special language arts, communication arts, whatever else it is they call stuff like that. Heck, I feel so education-less now, and I’ve never really been someone who did well in school… I was always too distracted… *Makes it sound as if no one could have ever guessed that* What will they say about me in my little biography ‘Grew up in Melbourne and rose with honours of flattering remarks throughout her posting career before moving on to story writing’ …*Can see that happening*…XD
Oooo!! And I have already chosen all my dedications for the three books!! Actually I did it last week some time, but none ya’ll gonna see them till final draft is set out and perfected and sent off for book making. I want to save up money and send some of the completed books to the people I know (and who would like to have it and also care to share their address if haven’t already) But basically those I would like to send it to mostly I have their addresses. I don’t mind if you aren’t interested in reading the book, it’s more a move of motivation for me. After all, I would have no hope of even writing the book if it wasn’t for the constant effort we all do together while posting with each other. I’m not going to pretend for a moment that I was born with any sort of talent, I may not have gone to California University, or some other poshy place, but I posted at NE and MG with a collection of talented people. In my opinion, that was the best education I could have ever received. *Nods nods nods* After all, thinking of it as educational study, it’s technically the only sort of homework I’d run to get, grab and run off eagerly to complete
*Can so picture her book being of the poorest ever quality now* Meeeeeh… I can but try with what little I have to offer…*And now passes out with the coming of the daylight hours*
*Yaaaaaaaaaaaaawns* … *Rubs eyes* I had a weird dream… first it was about an old couple, and it looked Englishy, and they were sitting by a lake in fields of green open spaces. The dude leaned forward and kissed her at the end and then someone else was there, laying down on a beach chair, the dude with the woman said the guy on the beach chair didn’t have to do this, then both the couple started to run and the dude on the beach chair was looking away from there, I could see his face and then he rose a gun and still not looking at them shot the other dude a few times in the back! *Went all slow motion as the dude sprawled out his arms and fell forward to the ground* After that it showed the woman in a wedding dress in tears and a gathering of people, and the priesty dude is saying their rights for marriage, and she cries as she whispers she’s afraid of dying…then I dreamt I rolled over onto my phone and it dialled Matt’s number and called him and I panicked and hanged up quickly, but then he called me back…*Was horribly nervous of speaking over the phone, woke up after that and eyed her phone wearily* XD
*Goes off to spend time on her book*
……eeeeep… almost six and I haven’t done much at all, just about 600 words, I started and then I did some cleaning and the I felt like playing in adobe since I was really tired, now I did a background for the computer XD *Stares at many pics of her blended together* … *I can’t go online and get pics of other more interesting people… I have over used all the pics of everyone I have on the laptop, I want new piccies!!! *now sits down to at least do a little more of her book* ..>>..
So tired… so sleepy… so lazy… a hundred-ish words down in two hours… urg…
*Runs back at 10* Oooo!!! Wait.. I forgot It was something to do with whatever mum and I were saying…awww *hangs head miser-remembers!* Mum wants me to use a assumed name for my books and when she writes book she will use the same name and that way the publishers who hire me and demand additional books if Gysha sells well will have their constant supply without mum or myself having to fully push ourselves to keep up with their desires. She says most would want at least one a year, I don’t think I could focus so long on one thing!! I still don’t know, mum wants to write, and she says she doesn’t care about getting any credit for her work – Just the money XD
I think I’ll just keep Angela Hughes… since on my birth certificate now that they sooooo screwed it up and left out Angie, I’m just Meagan Hannha Hughes…*eyes even the spelling mistake in Hannah* -_- I don’t care, that’s why a bunch of people called me one name and others called me Angie, I used my middle name (Angela Hannah) coz it’s what daddy did as well as his parents and such, therefore I assume it’s a Welsh custom XD…He was John Len Hughes but used Len as his name! Aren’t I so creative!? *Admires her new alias with pride* Angela Hughes! No one will know who it REALLY is!
Mum and I were talking before, she mentioned something about being taxed once selling the apartments, I asked her if there was a way around it and she said by not selling them. I think if that’s the case and we’re going to lose a lot of cash through taxing, maybe it’s best we keep the apartments and transfer the money that piles up from them via the internet. In addition to the possible four apartments we may end up with (one we plan on selling so it would just be a possible three we keep) there’s a home in Athens we will inherit from her adopted mother, good ol’insane granny, nice she leaves mum something after all the insaneness mum had to endure when growing up. So that’s a possible four rents, which would mean a possible what…lessay $2000 a month, weeee!! *Jumps up and down* And we aren’t paying for any of the apartments being built, the dudes will keeps some of the other flats, mum isn’t sure how many will be made yet, but she’s hoping for ten all up, and we get 4, they’ll get 6. They may however only be able to do eight, in which case we’ll get two, sell one, and then things aren’t so hot, but still at least it’s something. The best absolute possibility would be thirteen apartments, which would give us a hopeful of 6 *Eyes light up* But that’s the BEST outlook… worst is 1…*sniffles*
I can’t believe we left Aussie, left a new home, left my work, mum left hers, I left my school, we left our family, left my doggie, country, future security, all the other things you take for granted, came here, and Katerina not only threw us out because mum took up the other side of her bed (which mind you they only got sofa beds so ain’t that comfy) but because she lost her TV room (her room and Anna’s room already had other TV’s, it was just the loss of the actual room, which I’d clean and pack awau my stuff as best as possible whenever she asked me so she can have guests). But she told EVERYONE and still does that we ate her out of house and home, but when she does the smallest of things she exaggerates and makes it a phenomenal chore she had to have done. Like the three times she cooked between Dec. to July. But I can’t imagine how mum feels, I mean Katerina is a stranger to me, but mum knew her before she left Greece, apparently they were friends or something before they realized they were sisters. And they are twins, usually that makes a nice strong bond between the two, but the entire family here seems so distant with each other. Uncle Petro hasn’t even come to see where he live, and I’ve only seen him two or three times, and none of them were him just coming to visit us, he was there because of some reason, be it his personal need for something or he was obliged to. Uncie Herc, (Hercules, but here it’s pronounced sorta like ‘Era-kl-ees’) is the best of the lot, but he still is a little distant at times, but he is friendly, even if he doesn’t come around often, he came here and helped with a thing or two, and gave us his spare baby fridge …*Stares at fridge that can hold no more then 5-6 large bottles of water* XD
But it’s all good, if grandma, along with the rest of them, can only give us old items they aren’t using and are ready to thrown out, then pffft…I didn’t grow up with them, it’s not like mum and I have had loving caring members of the family suddenly turn their backs on us. We’re already getting enough money piling up now, we’re getting a fridge and TV, internet, (and maybe cheap stereo if we can find one) in the coming month, and after that mum’s gong to get a playstation 2… since we can watch DVD’s on it as well. Everything’s going to be gradually paid over five years, but still, I dunno WHERE she suddenly got her boost of money, the other day she had 9 and now she is ready to get fridge and washing machine, she’s not at all happy that she’s been reduced to hand washing clothes, she joked about it, but I can tell she was partly serious, and a TV! She probably has money com-oooo!! Her job will pay her in the start of the new month, or a week later, whenever they feel like it -_-
*Is called off, returns at 3 in the morning* Mum just planned out what she wanted to happen at her funeral >>… She mentioned there was a concern that the apartments might not be allowed to be built with additional stories, therefore it would be about three buildings, and she’d only keep one with the other two going to the builders who pay for the entire construction. Then she went from that into talking about Katerina, and Katerina is telling everyone that she moved us from her home to this place, Aliki through a fit because Katerina didn’t really help and she went once while Aliki and her sister Dimitra helped us for two weeks. Another woman, Magtha, who Matt also met but she looked exactly like Dimitra basically, I thought those two where sisters XD. Anyway, she got up from the table they where all eating at the other day and left the place, Aliki yelled at Katerina for saying that, especially since mum told them she didn’t want Katerina to help us since she’ll go around telling everyone she moved us, Aliki didn’t think that would happen and she got very angry that Katerina actually did exactly that. Dimitra told Katerina that no one is interested, I feel sorry for Katerina, she is so spiteful and jealous and focuses on the negatives and expands and twists them so horribly she’s never going to be happy.
She even said she’s starting to fix her home because we had such a lovely home on Aussie and she wants to make her apartment just as nice, if not better. Which is ridiculous, mum spent years collecting the things she had, and she had moved to different houses so when we used to live in the house where the Mayer used to live in, we of course had to furnish it nicely! *Flicks hair* I got my birdie Hannah there, yup, we lived in a nice place that was just a nice house, snuggled between a mansion that was hidden by tall trees and large white walls with vines all over it, and another walled place, I think was some sorta retirement village, I don’t really remember the street much. I slept in the maids room XD *Had her own little bathroom with a tub, toilet and shower* I think Chris had one as well, but he might have only had a toilet, can’t remember… never went into his bathroom. And we had a security system in the kitchen and the main foyer, and the light would blink red when it detected motion, *Spent hours amusing herself on trying to get through the house undetected* I had to water the plants in the foyer…*groans* But it was nice, marble floor, soft carpets, the marble fireplace had been blocked though, *has a picture of her somewhere that is of her sitting in front of it playing chess on what may be marble carved pieces and board* XD Polished wooden bar that was on the wall between the kitchen and the foyer, so that the servants could take orders and serve drinks, *used to always run there and ask mum to get her something*
So we had some nice things…I forgot the name, Glenroy maaaaybe…… When I was REALLY little we lived on a farm… but after mum met Tom he wanted us to leave the Mayor’s former home and move into a new place, we went to Rosanna, it was the smallest house I remember, most of the others where more then one story, gee, I feel like such a little rich kid XD It wasn’t all that, we still did have our money issues… though, after mum and Tom broke up because he wanted his bachelor life back of late night parties and endless hours of smoking drugs… we rented the worse house we’d ever been in for a hour, which was you know, like a normal house XD And after that we moved into Loire, our newly built home, and then we got a caravan in a nice caravan park in Portalington…or port phillip bay…can’t believe I’ve already forgotten it’s name XD Well it was just a stones throw away from a beautiful beach!!!
Hmm… so Tom made us leave the mayors former home and move into a home next to his mother, but it was all good because I got to meet Ruby and Domi (her half brother) and I love both of them so very much. And then he lefy, and we went back to the good life ( ) with out caravan by the beach and new spacious home. A year after, not even exactly a year in the new house, we come here, and again we’re thrown off our nice living and into the worse mum has ever faced. And she’s doing it all with a positive attitude. As often as mum has done something that I haven’t been overly fond of, there’s so much more she’s done to make me so glade that of all the mothers I could have had, I was lucky to have her. Everyone has their faults, but in my opinion I wouldn’t want any other mother. And that’s something I know my mum can’t say for herself, her birth mother gave her up for adoption (and then had Petro shortly after and kept him…) and her adopted mother had the cheerful habit of trying to throw mum clear out the window and over the balcony. She was really bad, but mentally sick, she’s still alive, I mentioned her before, she’s leaving us the house, and she’s even stingier with her money then Katerina is!!!
Mum’s always wanted to live near the sea, I think maybe if we have enough I might suggest she get the sea view apartment she wanted, of course she’d only get on of the better larger kind, otherwise she’d be happy with a decent house. Heh, I don’t know how, but everything will be alright, because this is just another step in life that can be passed with effort, belief and more importantly, the support of those around us! …Sadly, my support is only that coming from you, and mum’s support is only that coming from Aliki and Dimitra, mum’s gotta be hurting that her long lost family that she’s finally found and gave up her life for is hardly around, I just wish I could do something more to make this all even just a little bit better, and I don’t mean working or house cleaning or doing her back/neck. Hmm… I can’t really do that much though, if I was in aussie I think I would like to have gotten nice pictures of her and her and me together, and make a collague and go to ACE printing and make it into a picture that she could hang on the wall. I’m not sure where to do that here, and it would take away the surprise if she tells me, she already wants to get photo’s of herself onto the comp for emailing to my brothers, so that wouldn’t be suspicious for me to get photo’s of her. Hmm, maybe I can get Anna… or my other cousin, Stellios, to help me find a way to do all that. It would need to be able to blend with things pretty well so the picture doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb though… I’ll see what I can do and if it can look nice/match things.
*Runs off, runs back* I did an Angie Background XD I actually really like it… it’s based off the siggy I made earlier that I mentioned. Heh, I’ll use that as a framework for mum’s photo’s. See how things go, I don’t know how much it’ll cost, but I want it to be nice, it’ll probably take me up till next year to save the money though, so I’ll probably be giving it to her for her birthday pressie! IF it can be done that is…
ooo, and I don’t need to get nailpolish, I found my Aussie collection..*Looks at just over ten nailpolishes that also include a glow in the dark one* XD
OH! There’s a photo shop… maybe I can go there and talk to them, I’ll try soon, maybe tomorrow, I’ll see if they can transfer an image from the computer and turn it into a picture I can frame… I’m not going to get my hopes up after seeing the internet dude trying to figure out how to open word… they might not have what’s needed as well, I’ll keep my fingers crossed that someone there speaks a little English…
Alright, nighty night everyone!!! *Passes out*
*Yawns and stretches*…*Glances at the clock*…3:30 o.O No wonder I feel content from the rest XD Haven’t had a good twelve hours for a long time! *Wanders out to see why mum did not wake her up, glances at sleeping figure sprawled out on the floor* Sheeeeeesh! Lazy bum! *Flicks hair and goes back to her room* But she can’t out lazy me, no matter how hard she will try!! Mum sleeps on the top part of the sofa bed, but when you pull it down the thing tips off the base of the couch, she’s fallen down three times, last time she hurt herself pretty badly as well banged her head on the corner of the little side table I gave her since someone gave me two. It’s very soft, an extreme opposite from this bed, so we switch and change, but she can’t stay on this bed for too long coz it’s too hard and she can’t stay on the other one coz it’s too soft and it’s making her back worse. All shall be well, coz she’s getting the base of a bed (Mattress with wheels) to sleep on that she says is perfect. She said she was going to get foam for my bed, but now she wants to get a mattress for me too since she said she knows the foam wouldn’t really fix the problem and she’ll not be able to sleep on her new bed knowing I’m still sleeping on this, mwuhahaha! *Didn’t realize she could cause so much guilt*
Alrighties… I’m off to start writing, now I’m rested I ought to do better stuff! Ooooo!! One day when I have the money, I wonna make little picture frames of everyone who’ll be willing to send me a horde of pictures of themselves XD *Has lots of Natalie, but only with long hair* Loza, you may feel free to send pics of you with your footy men…*Plots adding some of their men of all seasons photo’s in the background* … …
…*Switches to the other page, readies to start to type, gets urge to run out and grab a nibble to snack on* >>…
I got choc-biccies and mum took them…I went to ask for one and the top one was broken so she made this huge fuss when I pulled out half a biscuit, I told her it doesn’t matter and then she said why do I have to make it such a chore, I got the damn cookies, if I want half a cookie from the thingy, then I will take half a damn cookie!
She’s obviously in a bad mood, she got angry that I slept in, even though I stayed up all night helping her arrange her funeral, she says she was waiting for me to get up, but I know she was asleep as well, I got up before her I just didn’t disturb her. Humph, I hope she’s not like this all day, I had to do her back before and she complained about eeeeverything I was doing wrong, I mean she’s laying on the floor, of course I’m not going to produce the same amount of pressure to when she’s on the couch, she made it out as if I was plotting to ruin her day of relaxation. It’s been just over two hours and I suddenly feel very tired all over again T_T…*Drags herself off to write the book*
We called my brother Chris last night, my clock said it was 7:30 but they had their hour back and it was 6:30, mwuhaha…*woke him up* But it was nice to hear his voice, I missed him, and I told him to try and send my games/Lord of the Rings movie down, the fact he didn’t say anything about them not having my stuff off hand when I asked for him to send it over makes my relieved to know they mustn’t have sold any of it!!
Hmm… an A4 sheet of paper is 29,7x21
And my image Document size is 36,12x27,09
But the pixel dimensions are completely different, making my picture take just the little corner of the A4 document… I’m all confuuuuuused… *makes them both same resolution, watches her pic explode and sees up close images of her face* O_O *Screams in agony* BLIIIIIINDED!! *Runs around in circles*
*Mouth drops open* That reminds me!! Mum told me about how we all got Christened, I asked her once if I was and she had said yes… when mum took John to get Christened she wasn’t allowed to wear trousers or anything improper that was stated on the disallowed board of the church. So she got a really nice red dress but it was sleeveless (Not low cut, it was perfectly normal just without sleeves) and they wouldn’t let her in while they Christened my eldest brother, she refused to let them do it without her present and went on about how they don’t say no one is not permitted to wear sleeveless dresses. Eventually one of her relatives gave them her ‘grandma woolly jumper’ that is their fashion and mum got to attend the ceremony, in the end John ended up peeing on the priest XD *cracks up* For Chris’s christening mum was very strict with everything and made sure she wore long sleeves and all that, and it went fine, no problems, with mine all was fine until he asked what she wanted to call me, the Priest wouldn’t permit me to be called by Meagan Hannah, mum wanted both names from my grandmother to be Christened, and he wouldn’t do it, he started to actually suggest other names, like Anna, and she said no, not Anna, it’s Hannah, and that’s her middle name! After a short demand for another name to be thought up mum said she doesn’t want any other name, ‘Gimme my baby!’ *Grabs lil’Angie off him* And you can stuff your rules and church up your…*Angie discreetly edits* where there ain’t no sunshine!’ No wonder I’m so evilly… I’m unholy I can’t believed she lied to me though when I asked if I had been christened when I was younger… Apparently people here take Christenings very seriously, they asked mum about it and mum coughed and said something about me getting christened at my dad’s church, but she isn’t sure what religion he was, maybe Anglican, gotta admit, I like that name better then Christen
*Looks around all lost and alone* I’m religionless, I can’t believe she never told me that!!!! By Gysha’s grace I had to even listen to people babble on about their religion and here I thought I was part of all that mumbo jumbo, I mean Religion is nice and all, but not when it’s used to rule someone’s life and stop them from developing or living their dreams. I mean a few years ago a girl in America who was over twenty had a boyfriend and slept with him and they where from the same country but he was very Americanised and so was she sorta, especially after she met him, but her parents weren’t, and the dad disowned her and later had his three sons stone her to death because their religion said sleeping with someone outside of marriage stopped them going to wherever they thought was a heavenly sorta place in their religion. Name a religion and there has bound to be innocent deaths caused by it! So admittedly I’m not all that fussed that my life hasn’t been devoted to it, and if people are going to tell me my soul won’t have anywhere to go because of it, well then I say there’s something wrong with the cosmos if I’m forbidden to be eternally rewarded or punished just because I haven’t been dunked in water three times or whatever else they do in the other churches.
*Has done a whole 522 words since she woke up with at least two hours of constant writing* eeeessssh… I can’t do one thing for so long, I need to have a variety, as soon as I start having posts to do, I’ll probably write a whole lot more in a shorter time since I haven’t been focusing so much effort into it continuously, hmm… I might go to bed early today, get a few hours sleep before midnight, I’m sure that’ll help me, this week has been rather slow, Sophia hasn’t called once, either has the school, I’ll probably have to give both of them a call tomorrow.
All things considering, I think I still have it pretty good… maybe not the most comfortable of lifestyles *wiggles around on her impressively hard bed XD*, but still, I think it’s all good, I think I’ve been very lucky. I had a dad who thought the world of me, a mother who has a talent of getting things done, brothers who… well I have brothers XD…and a sister who’s the greatest little hyperactive, loyal, obedient puppy I ever have brainwashed!! *Looks at her pet with admiration* I mean yeah, so what if the people around me that I thought were my friends tended to get swept up in political hogwash and jealousy or popularity battles, which never interested me and thus left me out despite the fact the chaos still effected me somehow and usually I’d lose friends without actually knowing why (usually one group didn’t want to speak with another group) I knew something was fishy when the table of friends split suddenly into two and neither were talking to each other XD But then I got Melissa, she was a little selfish at times, but everyone can be, and she was fun, we had a lot of good laughs, it was all worth while. Once you know how to deal with her and what to expect, she was a good friend to have, and she put up with my oddities, in fact she put up with me a lot of the times when many people probably wouldn’t have. I don’t know when, but she was my friend for two years…three, and now this is the fourth year, so four years we’ve known each other, and she still is sending me emails and wanting to know what I’m up to. I think that’s nice, in fact amazing, I really am grateful for the day Andrew and I started making fun of the way she ate her food *Spotted Mel sitting at THEIR table and forcing them to sit elsewhere and during glarings watched her take tiny forkful of food, shifty look around, place little food in her mouth, schew veeeeery slightly, then pause…then repeat process* You just had to see it!!
I went up to her, it wasn’t like she came to me, or friends introduced us, I think it was the first friendship I started with a full on desire to find out about someone, another girl I had done something like that with in Primary school more laughed at things I did, that kinda gravitated me towards her and she told her best friend that she wanted to be my friend because I made her laugh after Anna (Seem to have a thing with Anna’s, don’t I XD) came up and told her that ‘I thought we agreed we wouldn’t be her friend) …*Sniffled slightly since she was standing right there and had been having a good time with Claire all lunch*
And let’s face it…*looks all smug* If I didn’t come to Greece, mum wouldn’t have found that land her dad left us, I would have watched Matt get traumatized by overweight Greek sunbathers at popular beach spots, wouldn’t have gotten these nifty hand me down clothes that Anna brought and wore once or never… ooo! Moreover, I’m learning a new language! *Can see her going back to Aussie and forgetting it all a week later*…… -_-
And everything I lost in the home wasn’t anything we can’t get again, I got a laptop, mum’s getting a PS2 in a special deal of 6 euro a month, we’re getting everything back, and my brothers will send some small items over to me. And All I have to complain about are the two years of working like a SLAVE in donut king in Northlands, the HORRORS they put me through, and some of it was really bad and I had lost so much self-esteem at one point that I just didn’t care any more, and then the lady called my sister a little brat, and I that was the last they saw of me after my dramatic little exit scene…I don’t feel bad, the old ladies who had been watching Ruby give me a gift she brought (while I was on my lunch break mind you, and being forced to serve costumers while taking my break -_-) backed me up, the put in their agreements and told off the lady while I turned and left.
After that I worked as a filing assistant and helped with grooming clothes and other odd jobs in mums work. Then she quit mid year and that ended my assistance position XD…They weren’t very organized there, they put her under a lot of stress and she didn’t feel she had to put up with any more after they did something or said something that really insulted her and she left. We’re so alike … XD Of course unlike me mum left knowing that she was moving to Greece, otherwise she woulda put up with it longer, I left because I wouldn’t tolerate someone making my sister cry by screaming at her after she worked so hard to get the money to buy a gift and on top of that sat in the background waiting for my break to come up so she wasn’t disturbing me during working hours. I had been very proud of her being so patient and had to make sure she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, she was so worried she had gotten me into serious trouble, it wasn’t her fault, poor little Ruby-kins. *huggles*
Everyone has something to complain about (that’s the only thing my aunt is able to do), Matt’s leaving Germany, Nat’s got her issues, Jenn’s got hers, Judo had his stuff stolen amongst other issues, Loza…*Looks at her rocking back and forth waiting for Footy season to return*…just simply has issues full stop.
I think I’m doing pretty well, as far as not suffering goes, and with Matt, Judo and Lo…Nat, and Jenn and Ann, and everyone else @_@… being so nice and supportive I feel cheerful and delighted knowing that people are thinking of me despite their own worrisome troubles!
*Gets distracted* Mum is saying that she only has twenty-five years to live! …*Asked how she knew and if it was from a veeeeeeery slow developing Aussie related tumour* She says the average age is about 75, but wasn’t that a while ago? I mean… sheesh, all the grannies I have are reaching their 100’s, Dad’s mum is over 100!! (I am pretty sure) I think she is a 101…
That means she’ll roughly have twenty years to relax after her stressful life, and I’ll have…*counts* 75 years to relax XD
One day I’ll be alright again, and when that day comes, I’m going to reward everyone who was ever kind to me, granted it would be for selfish reasons, but they will be rewarded nonetheless!! *Pictures bringing Natalie over to Aussie and forcing her to post* XD
Speaking of rewards, I wonder how money is shared when two people write a book, I’d go half with Matt, but then he’d have to help me write all three books by at least talking with me about the things Mum suggested we wait to see how much they give us, keep a record of al the words I wrote and all the words Matt wrote (x_x) and then divide the money to see the value of every word in the book, then by x that with the amount of words he did, we get the total value and he gets his proper share. That sounds all so tedious though…x_X Meh… I’m not worried, I know everything will work out alright, I doubt it would be anything half decent anyway, what could a crappy book receive? I’ll probably have to pay more to transfer it into his account XD I’ll talk about getting a new account here in Greece, my Aussie one is closed since there wasn’t any money in it, but at least that one I can save up. I won’t put all my money in there, just little bits here and there so that if I ever need or want something I have a chance of getting it, I don’t think that idea will work out too well though, since I’m getting just enough to live off and less and Sophia isn’t being responsible by keeping the two sessions a week as was planned, which is going to make it impossible for me to get to know the kids and have them learn to listen to me if she doesn’t set a routine. I always wanted to adopt a kid, maybe my first kiddie will be adopted, skip passed the whole baby thing and get a 6-7 year old girl, mwuhahah.
Which is odd, I always liked the thought of getting a kid, but not having my own(At least for the first one if I wanted more at one point), in fact the only reason I’d have a kid at this point (being in the next five years) would be to pass on Daddy’s genes and of course create another wave of Angie-ness to terrorize the world Buuuuut… I dunno… I didn’t want to have a kid after 25, simply because if I will have one I’d rather have it younger and then be more resilient to their boundless energies then be old and wrinkly and still teaching them how to walk! There’s of course the chance I won’t find someone by 25 and the government might disallow an unusual species like me to breed >>…<<… Then again, I wouldn’t mind finding someone of excellent quality, take advantage of him and somehow manage to drug him, have my way with him, kick him out the door the next day, and Wholla! Did my daughter duties and can live with a clear conscious that daddy has his geniusness passed on to be misused by another generation of Angie hell-spawn, and mum can have her little doll of flesh to spoil – And I don’t have to worry about sharing my life with someone who wasn’t of agreeable living styles, such as doing everything I say ……*Is so going to be a horrific girlfriend* I don’t really tell them what to do, but I don’t take well to being told what to do either, so if they tell me to get off the computer or that I’m not allowed to invite a friend from another country to the house, I’d plot their murder…
I actually found a note I wrote to myself when I was in Primary school, it says;
Dear Me,
I just walked back from school, do you rememeber our Primary School? We went to Heidelberg.
There was a man at school today, he asked what we all wanted to be, everyone knew what they wanted to be.
I told him I didn’t know what I wanted to be anymore, I said he didn’t ask anyone what they didn’t want to be.
Everyone can know what they want in their futur, but do they know what they don’t want?
I told the man this……I DON’T WANT A DESK JOB!! I won’t get one. NEVER!!!
Don’t make me liar!
*Eyes her spelling mistakes* I cracked up when I found this during packing my room, oi, at least I can proudly say I was the only one who knew what they definitely didn’t want to be XD … but my teacher said one day I’ll have to do things I don’t like, I remember saying ‘You can’t make me, I’d rather have detention then a horrible job like desk jobs!’ *Had no real idea what a desk job was, but despised them nonetheless*
*hours later* Meh… it’s 11:30, I’ll start a letter to Chris, doesn’t look like I’ll be going to bed early, and I should have work tomorrow as well. All the massaging of mum’s back has given me a sore shoulder again since she was on the ground, ooooww… it’s going to ache in the morning after a night in this bed…><
I ended falling asleep at 6, I was up aaaaaaaaaall night thinking, it was horrible!! My head hurt XD
I’m really tired but we have been doing some things and I had work as well and I wanted to try and get some pages of the book done. I actually am reeeeeeeeally unwell at the moment…everything hurts and I’m tired as well, and coz it all hurts so much I don’t sleep XD Well, I took some drugs before, hopefully I’ll pass out from that and get some rest! Almost 7pm, wonder when I’ll get back to continue the letter… I hope it’s not within the hour >< *Wants sleep badly*
…*Tossed and turned, fell asleep fiiiiiinally as the drugs took effect, got woken by Matt SMSing her* He did that on purpose, he had trouble with something mum sent him, I bet he got stuck somewhere after making an effort to get all the way there and wanted me to suffer as well! …*Still feels rather delighted to speak with something and gets surprisingly rejuvenated by the call* XD
I got ready to take more photo’s since my cousin was over and I got all done up for him, Stellios doesn’t really talk with me much coz he isn’t comfortable with his English, but he does it thinking if he doesn’t talk then I’ll learn Greek quicker, at least if he spoke to me in Greek it would be something, not speaking at all doesn’t help -_- But he is nice still, he’s my Uncle Hercules’s son (Don’t get dreamy people, they don’t look anything like the muscle bound hero in the serious *Sighs sadly*) Most of the pictures looked as if I was in pain though, or not very nice, I didn’t realize how gloomy I can look when I’m not a 100% >_< I got a few nice serious looking ones, and then I have me grimacing in agony…*Looks as if she’s been stabbed and then like she’s about to rip someone’s head off*…… *Stares at her frown* Heeeey… is that what I look like when I frown…? I don’t have a very wrinkly frown…I thought the whole forehead wrinkled as well the little scrunching of the skin between the eyebrows.
OH! And everyone was making fun of my eyebrows the other day *cries* Anna was saying that she tried to show me how to do them nicely and I just didn’t bother to follow her instructions…*Thinks back to her fear and shame of what Anna did to them since she had to meet Anja and Matt a few days later* I swear, she like hacked a line down the left one somewhere in the centre-ish… Matt saw them around here, they line pluck most of them out and have a single line of hair! Some of the woman actually I’ve noticed have plucked all ther hair out and just use eyeliner or something…*shudders in revulsion* And I’m too lazy to pluck… Fair enough if there’s a hair or two out of place and then I’ll do it to tidy up and make it look neat, but sheesh, why must I suffer every three days by plucking two thirds of them out? I don’t care if they aren’t thin and curved and all pretty and elegant like Anna thinks hers are *coughs slightly since often they can look really odd*
Mum said they are rather straight, actually they aren’t, but the top of them where it curves up a tiny bit, similar to mummies, has much lighter hair, so you can’t see them, unless you’re like three feet away from me XD You can see it a little in a small group of my pictures if it’s a close up, otherwise my eyebrows are pretty straight, but I never cared… They aren’t bushy and all over the place…*gets dazed look after picturing many hairy men who are basically all uni-browed in Greece* Mum said I don’t do anything to them and Aliki and Dimitra thought they were nice, they assumed I was plucking and Dimitra was asking if I’d want to have an entire facial, and if there was some sort of restriction of doing my eyebrows, since many girls are very touchy about their brows… That’s when Anna went on about me not listening to her advice, which isn’t fair, I told her I don’t do my brows, and after she basically got a lawnmower to them I gad been motivated to bother doing them and enduring the pain from it, and she even admitted herself that it wasn’t the best job. I don’t care what they think, if they don’t like the fact I am not ripping them all out to have a hairline of a brow, then pffft, how does that bother them? Well, Anna… Aliki and Dimitra said I don’t need to do anything if that’s how they are naturally…But still I’m a little paranoid now, I don’t want to start doing something just because they made me feel uncomfortable, I just wish Anna and people like her wouldn’t try and force their beauty habits onto others by saying things like she had said.
I only got really upset when I came home yesterday and found myself staring at the siggy’s I’ve done and wondering if other people are making fun of my pictures… stupid Anna… Matt doesn’t pluck HIS eyebrows…(I…assume >>…)…and Anna said he was handsome!! Then again, judging most of the greek men, she probably assumed he does! Actually, speaking of Matt and Anna, she even got onto that, she got really nasty, I think it was because of people getting upset with Katerina’s bad attitude and Magtha actually walking out on the group at that meal a few nights ago. She was saying I do not have any friends and that it was because I was always taking advantage of them, and she was going on a while ago that I magically came up with enough money to go out with Matt and spend a week in a hotel with him and doing all these ‘fantastic’ outings. I had 80 left over from Aussie, from my last paycheck that I was saving to spend on something nice, but since I got euro from my brother’s girlfriend and from my grandfather (though he wasn’t blood related, he was one of the three people that died in the first three months after I arrived) so I didn’t need to change it, and then I decided to save it for when Matt came down, only I had trouble finding some place to exchange it to Greek, and when mum did try with me a few times the back was closed or they didn’t have an exchange thingy… Matt ended up changing it and we got what…40 or so euro back? Maybe more, can’t remember, but it didn’t last the entire trip, and they had their own money problems, and we had like three or so hours between us in travel, so there was a week left of their stay and at the time I was only going to be able to see them once again and that was later before they left, or whenever we managed to coordinate the final meeting. Instead Matt ended up paying for a few nights for me to stay there with them, and those awfully filling meals *shifty look* (which were even more filling with all the people around me, I don’t like eating in a crowd because my brothers made fun of me but never said what was so funny so I’ve gotten all paranoid…) On top of feeling awful that Matt was spending money on me, my Greek Family was making everything so difficult. They wouldn’t let us use the bungalow’s we owned saying they were using them, but they didn’t, and Katerina promised to drive us around and if I have 40 euro she was going to let the both of them stay, but then Anna said I would have to buy their food as well and then started saying they couldn’t eat this or that of hers and that she didn’t want them going into her room, in the end it was going to be a nightmare for Matt to stay with us, and grandma was going to offer the unused part of her home down stairs. But Katerina said she couldn’t drive to the village to pick us up and take us out like she promised…sooo… things weren’t nice and I got very huffy they were actually allowing my friends to find a hotel room instead of offering help, in Aussie when my friends or my brothers friends or any friends come down to visit us we ALWAYS find room and make them comfortable, I had just ASSUMED it was a polite, nice and kind thing to do. *Needless to say, is still fuming over it*
And the other night Anna says I took advantage of Matt and made him pay for me, and I could understand what she was saying as well even when she was speaking in Greek and being nasty, then she’d say it nicely in English… Said Matt was really rich and that I was going off to drain him of his money and have sex with him and that I hold him in higher regard then them…alright, last one is true, but sheesh, Katerina thinks I’m going off to elope with Natalie because I wore …*does dramatic pause*…lipstick while talking with her!!!! I’ve had ONE boyfriend over and Katerina and Anna were saying I’m running around behind mum’s back doing things she doesn’t know, aside from being 20 years old and having the right to go around doing things she doesn’t know, I told mum he was coming over, I told everyone he was coming over, Anna even started flirting with him (This wasn’t Niko, after his behaviour with Matt I really lost interest in the dude, I was already upset that he wanted me to go to the gym and he wanted me to magically remove the faint scars I have on my hips). I swear, I so lost it when she twisted Matt’s generosity into some scandal, but I was so angry, and so upset, that I just stood up and shouted ANNA! Everyone looked at me, stopping their bickering between us (Dimitra was insisting Matt looked like a very decent guy, along with his friends, since they had seen us at the beach and such, granted at one point I was sprawled over him while Anja was taking pictures… BUT anyway ) I took a moment to form words and in the end up just calmly insisted for her to ‘shut up please’ in Greek. *Had Aliki and Dimitra cheer*
Anna acted as if I had over reacted, she thinks I’m going around telling people all these lies (how I’m getting them to understand what lies I’m saying would be interesting to know XD) And she said mum is as well, and I asked her what lies people are saying mum said, and she said that one of the things they say is that no one feeds me. *Stares waiting to know what LIES are being spread* -_- She honestly thinks, no no, both of them honestly think that we have done really horrible things to them. Anna thinks she’s been so amazing, Anna gave me old clothes she doesn’t use or reasonably new clothes she doesn’t wear coz she’s put on too much weight again. She isn’t fat, but she starves herself, loses all the weight in two or so weeks, then shovels food into her mouth and puts it all back on again, it’s very unhealthy and I tried to ask why she didn’t just eat carefully and treat herself twice or so a week, but she just says she can’t coz she loves her food. I actually went out and brought her a present, not give her a leftover of something I had. I brought her something I thought was pretty, and because it was solid glass, along with the one I got for Katerina and Grandma and someone else…one of them with little cupid angels and hats inside it seems to have disappeared o.O… But I had four, plus a small cheap one with a dragon for me, and I had to remove things from my travel case to bring them all the way here. She doesn’t ever mention what I got for her, and she likes it, she has it displayed in her room, it’s always everything THEY’VE done. They gave up a room for me, Katerina gave up half a bed, she had to start cooking…she cooked three meals for me to have between when I arrived and when I got back from seeing Matt, and after that it was only because Costas, her son, would call up before arriving asking her to make sure food is ready for his 2 year old daughter to have something to eat. Now saying that, if she always cooks, why would her son call to ask her to prepare something before he brings Theni over? Even Anna would demand food (No really, she does, she comes out of her room and goes I’M HUNGRY! I WANT FOOD, COOK ME FOOD! …And then she says why don’t I learn to cook instead of ordering food every few days…I’d ask ‘cook what’ and she’d never really reply, just say, anything, because she knew there wasn’t any food!)
But when food was cooked, it was so little that Anna would take the entire thing into her room and eat it, or they’d all sit in the kitchen, Katerina, Anna and Lefterry who started living there in the last month or two (We were too much, yet Lefterry there wasn’t a bother…) and they’d all eat, or have take away. I couldn’t understand why, why would you get all that food and have so much they always had leftovers, and not even invite one more person? I don’t mind they didn’t get me food, it’s just the fact that I eat so little that I don’t see why they’d buy so much, have leftovers, and not invite me to have something? I’m more hurt that they’re my family that’s doing this. I won’t even be saying anything now if they weren’t related to me, but mu went out every other day in Aussie and got trunk loads of shopping, and Anna was on her diet again and would demand Katerina to get special food, she never told mum to get her other things, mum didn’t know she was on a diet, otherwise mum WOULD have gotten the special food for Anna. I was always running off the Net while talking with Loza to unpack the car or eat lunch/dinner, and Mum got Lefterry his favourite jelly lollies every time she went shopping, and another packet or two if she felt like really spoiling them and spending more money then she could afford. We had a beautiful sofa bed that I enjoyed sleeping on when Ruby was visiting and wanted me to stay with her, and she was there a week. And the sofa bed was new, it was brought so our guests had something nice to sleep on, mum’s still paying it off. Then we’d go out, and Eric came out with us, he ATE with us, he saw how well we were treating them and he himself had been treated nicely (When I wasn’t throwing him out of the house because he was trying to jump on me). Then Spearow died, and mum paid for them to all go back to Greece. ARG! And they are saying THEY paid for it, and yet mum can’t afford to pay off all the money on the credit card that has THOSE tickets on them. They say THEY went out and brought all our food, that THEY cooked all the meals, Katerina did a meal of Peas and potatoes, it’s all she did, and the meals she cooked here were that as well! …ONCE WITHOUT THE POTATOES!!! XD *Stared at the mass of greenness… then again when Mum had to cook peas since they didn’t have potatoes and the stores were closed* I hate peas… I only started eating them in Chinese fried rice, and then I could eat Teresa’s peas, Ruby’s grandmother was a good cook as well, but it was still grudgingly eaten.
I don’t actually complain to those around me.. and I’m only doing it here coz I’m bored…
Mum hurt her knee earlier in the year, mum couldn’t even WALK… and she still went out in pain to find a job and help out. I admire my mother in those regards; she really pulls herself out of her bed and drags herself off. She got her job at Applebee’s, she got her money flowing in, barely, and she paid our rent in her twin sister’s home. *Says that with disgust* Fair enough I understand having us pay for the internet and pinching in with the bills, but sometimes… alright all the times, we couldn’t afford to eat and Katerina was still demanding money for additional things. And if mum had the money she would pay a little extra towards the bills or food, then when she couldn’t afford to pay for everything Katerina would pay and demand money afterwards. Now the things that really got us was when Katerina was telling people she was taking money out of Spearow’s account, I’m not sure exactly what sort of an account, might be his personal account or some special account from his death, or god knows what, but she wasn’t taking the money out for us, she was taking it out for Anna. Anna has $300 for her phone bill alone and that’s the minimum! And she has two phones, a third that Uncle Hercules gave me, only Katerina offered to pay the bill, and I got a $2 bill and she wouldn’t pay it so it got disconnected and mum gave me her old phone when she got a new one from her work. So when they can’t afford to pay one phone, Anna uses my old one that Katerina paid off the whole 2 dollars and now Anna has two phones and an emergency phone, to get to the third she’d have to have a total of about 600 or more on her other two phones. Plus when she ruined her voice and decided to get an operation (without even asking how much it would cost) instead of something else that had been offered as another option, those times were what Katerina used the money for, not us. Mum gave up her beautiful house and left her sons and left her life and Katerina was upset she lost a room and half a bed. She says we wanted to leave, that mum must be a horrible person to leave her sons… Mum hasn’t really said much about that comment, but I could tell it really hurt to hear Katerina say she was a horrible mother for leaving her sons, when mum came here because Katerina was in a horrific condition, Aliki thought she might end her life or something if they didn’t check up on her. Mum decided Katerina needed us more then our brothers, she didn’t want to leave them, she asked them to come, but they didn’t want to leave their lives that were just starting to get roots and grow. I’m so glade I had such a perfect sister, well despite the faults other people see in her, she was perfect in my eyes, and I don’t care what anyone else says!
Honestly we got on so well, and I took her out so often and handled her so great, that people thought she was my daughter, and the occasional slip ups where she’d call out mum instead of my first name Meagan (She called me Angie as well but since mum calls me by my first name, all the other adults did as well and Ruby gets muddled with all the different names, lol) And it was hard to sway the minds of my fellow TAFE students when she came to school once and called out MUM down the hall when she got really excited at seeing me It was hilarious. ‘MUM! I mean…MEAGAN!’ *Gets shifty looks from her class mates*
She was beautiful! Nightmare at first, but I brainwashed her well enough!
*SQUEALS!* I think I’m the luckiest person in the WHOLE WORLD!!
I mean, this is fantastic, people from around the world are helping me!! I wish my family (Ruby & Mum & Daddy not included…*Includes her brothers sorta though *) were as brilliant as all you guys!!! I have a perfect sister, wonderful friends, a good strong willed mum that doesn’t take things lying down, apparently a very shifty but kind hearted dad XD and Chris is a good brother, he’s just a little too self absorbed though, like my brother John as well, they both think of themselves and their problems and doesn’t entirely consider the troubles of others. I sent a long email to Chris explaining everything that’s happened though, let’s see if that drills the fact we can’t keep helping them money wise when they both have jobs and better pay at that!!
I would be so happy if my family here were half as brilliant as the lot of you, I wish they could understand how wonderful sharing is and how far the tiniest bit of kindness can take them. It’s all taking and no giving here, and what’s worse is they all say how much they do for each other, well if everyone’s doing things for each other then why do they all say no one’s giving them anything? I would think if they ALL did something for each other then quite obviously they’d be getting something in return. I think I’m starting to see how they all do little for themselves as well as for each other. It’s so sad… I wish I could do something to brighten up their dreary lifestyle and way of handling things. But even Grandma is like that, and then her grandchildren are starting to have the same outlook. It’s such a vicious cycle, but you can’t force a change onto them, you can nudge things in the right direction but it all takes both time and not only effort from my part or mum’s part, but they need to make the effort as well. Mum got her mother a new washing machine, now she gives us a broken pot and old blankets that are covered in those spiky grass seeds *Is still plucking the different sorts of itchy things off hers* XD
At least there was some sort of offering, they’re trying, but mum was nearly in tears, half the stuff was basically junk and they weren’t using any of it anyway, it wasn’t much of a loss on their part. Mum said she would have rather they give one or two things newly brought instead of a bunch of broken falling apart items. Admittedly, I can see that, even if it was cheap it just shows you care a little. But our friends are really the greatest, I wish I could tell the world how lucky I am to know the people I know. Aliki gave us money for the rent of this place after Katerina tossed us out, if it was not for those two, Aliki & Dimitra, we would have been on the street. And even then we had Ann offering her home to us, and she hasn’t known me that long either, our own family here hadn’t even offered a floor for us to take. I had friends voicing their concern and offering help, I think this is fantastic, it may not be the best of lifestyles but I can really see and understand things in a way I would have never gained by any other means. So what if everything isn’t perfect, there is some perfection in my life and that’s what’s important.
Boil it all down and I am still doing what I love aren’t I? I’m writing a book, doing posts, and I get to learn a new language, got to see a culture outside of the Holy Lands Australia has officially become in my mind XD…
I’m not miserable, I want people to understand that, I may complain (here anyway XD) but I really aren’t going around telling other people my opinions, mum knows the three part couch which slipped apart on the wooden floors all the time wasn’t the best of comforts, I didn’t need to complain. She knew not eating wasn’t fun, she knows leaving home wasn’t the best, I think she feels really guilty, especially since we didn’t realize how much neglect we would suffer here. Nevertheless, I really am not at the point where I can’t face the day. I’m sad that my family here has been such a let down, that’s all, I don’t know them enough to probably feel devastated over it, I feel more upset that I can’t talk with Loza and Natalie as much as I used to be able to then I am over the fact I haven’t seen Uncle Petro for months. And it’s not like Katerina is just hurting us, she’s ruining her own life, I can’t hate her for what she’s done since she is suffering from it just as much, or even more, then we are. Aliki told her off, Dimitra is upset with her, Magtha walked out on her, all her close friends are getting tired of the constant anger and gossiping Katerina is doing. Katerina is destroying herself, and I really do wish I could help her somehow and pull her out of the spiralling downfall of negativity she allows to consume her. She’s always been like that though, I mean she lost her job and she gets another one where all she does is stand around and sell women’s underwear, she complains that her feet hurt, that she doesn’t like it, that she’s so tired…Aliki got angry at her saying my mum doesn’t complain about her work.
Aliki said mum fainted a few days ago, she had massages after work and Aliki had to help mum to the car and she wouldn’t let them take her to the hospital so she could go to do her massages. Dimitra said Katerina shouldn’t say her feet hurt when mum is basically carried from her work to massage for a few hours and then go home and worry about feeding her daughter. I felt bad that Katerina keeps getting yelled at, but grateful with people noticing how much hard work mum is putting into keeping us on our feet… (without anyone helping us from the family)… I hope mum really did just faint because of the heat and exhaustion, she did her knee again as well, she turned and it cracked loudly, she was in agony, poor mum… I wish I could find a better job then tutoring, or more kids to tutor, but it’s hard finding anyone since people who can afford a tutor are usually sending their kids to schools as well. Sophia wanted to have someone who knew English to speak with her kids since they learn words but forget them again. Matt spoke really well, so did Anja, I’d forget they didn’t speak English and when they started talking German I’d get so zoned out Matt didn’t have an accent, like Natalie does, and she SPEAKS ENGLISH!! You weird accented thingy! *Told Katerina and mum what a cool Pirate-ish accent Nat had and mum talked with Katerina and Katerina made a stunned look and asked if it was the girl I get all done up nice for* XD
*Had the urge to say ‘Oh yeah, that was Natty, my sexy Pirate girl’ XD
The thing that kinda freaked me out was when mum started going on about her funeral the other night, I mean, she seemed awfully pleased about the whole thing, even was talking today with Stellios about how much fun we had (I’ve been put in charge of doing her make up after she dies, fun wasn’t exactly the expression I had on my face x_X) I know I’ll have a good life, not a lavishly perfect one I’d imagine, but as long as I have friends like you lot and Ruby I am not going to be afraid of my future. I just hope things get better sooner so mum can enjoy things longer, especially since she’s convinced she has 25 years left. I think she’ll live longer, but mum doesn’t want to live to be really old, she used to always joke about having a big party and then have someone put a needle in her arm and have her go to sleep after having been surrounded by everyone. I don’t think she was joking, but I hope she never asks me to do anything like that. I am too selfish, I want them and wouldn’t agreeingly let either of my parents go. I wouldn’t let them put dad to sleep when he had his stroke after they said he’d never speak again, that he’d probably never walk or never understand what was around him, if he woke up from the coma he was in at the time. I was willing to risk everything just to have dad stay with me, and now I’m not even there to be with him. And he doesn’t even like it in the nursing home, he wants to get a flight and go back home to Wales. He talks sorta, and I am positive he understands, because he is responsive to things.
Oooo!! The hospital had removed his breathing tube … I’m sorry, I mean the tub down his throat helping him breath that was attached around the neck… ‘slipped out’…during the night while he was in a coma after they had been insisting that he wasn’t alive any more and it was only the machines keeping him alive, well he survived the entire night without the damn tube, and why the hell should he have had that stupid tube go unnoticed for an entire night, don’t they have people going around all the time checking the patients? A whole lotta crap that even a 11 just turning 12 year old like me could figure out what was really going on.
They moved him to the nursing home, he was still in a coma when he left the hospital and mum called to see how he was going, and they said he was going fine, and mum said that was good, they said he’s going a little too well, he hasn’t shut up since arriving XD
Mum: O_O That’s impossible, he’s in a coma! They said he’d never talk again!
Nurse: Well, he refused to eat his porridge this morning and demanded we had to make him sandwiches. *Pointed to someone else’s sandwiches determinedly with demanding yells*
Refused his porridge…
He can walk with a special crutch for one arm to lean his body weight on, but he’s too lazy to… that and he used to hit the nurses when they did something he didn’t like XD *Pictures him charging at them on his wheelchair with the one hand crutch thingy being used as a joust*
…*Waddles off to help mum*…
…*Walks in and stares at her curtains* o.O …They’re being held up by pegs!! *Didn’t notice that* XD So THAAAAAAAAAAT’s what mum was on about a while ago >>…*Goes to do a future Riley post since she’s in the mood for posting*…*Goes off to do more of her book a little later*….*Passes out*…
31/10/04
*Is woken up from a beautiful sleep by mother dearest* …Gah, and I was dreaming a nice story sorta dream about Draven, the crow dude, fighting evil and all sorts of things, it was really cool, and he made his way into the evil underwater base after they started throwing missiles at the beachfront city place, he had gotten upset because only one got really close the shore and everyone thought it was him who threw them (Or at least that’s what was overheard from a conversation a trusted police officer friend had said, before earlier in the dream the police dude was always backing Draven up, but this time he wasn’t sure. And so Draven went after the ship he had seen the missiles come from, the water was filled with dead fishes, except there were live sharks o.O
And he found the ship/submarine half breed thingy, grabbed onto the propeller, struggled to unscrew the hatch, but the ship ended up leaving the bay threw a underwater…doorway XD and went into that secret base thingy! And in the base Draven magically was dressed in a scuba divers suit with the helmet and all. He had the most adorable expression when the main villain dude found him just standing there, the white haired man unscrewed the helmet that was filled with water (And had an slightly stunned look since Draven shoulda drowned wearing a helmet of water XD) There was a window full of sea creatures, and a tiny bat that landed on his finger, Draven quite cheerfully strolled up to the window and said he’s never seen these creatures before (Everything was still knew to him, he was very Draven like ^^ *Cuddles his handsome spunky cluelessness* ) The evil dude was really nervous but acted all polite, and Draven dropped down into the main meeting room, damn nice underwater base, veeery spacious XD… There was a woman he knew, he had a crush on her, come to think of it I think the evil dude was seen earlier in the dream, at one point while Draven is holding them hostage in a way where everyone else is actually having a jolly ol’time ( ) everyone was uneasy with Draven coz someone had tried shooting him before and he hadn’t died… the old dude and the pretty lady Draven has a crush on start kissing at the table just to get him angry so… I dunno, he’ll lose focus and they can escape? Draven sorta glares at them and then moves up to break them apart but sees men on water jet ski’s zooming off in the background (which is at sea level one moment and submerged again the next…*is good to know she’s indecisive in her dreams as she is awake*), Draven runs off and smashes through the window (water comes flooding in, wonder what happened to the people in there? Needless to say that was the last I saw of them…) There’s a walk way people being held hostage on it and Draven swims around behind the hostages, there’s a glass wall along the edge of the walkway thingy though. When he surfaces there’s people on his side of the barrier as well *Saw bodies going flying this way and that before he smashed through the glass wall* More gun shootings and Draven saves the day!
…After that Another crow dude that seemed to also be mechanical was out to destroy Draven, and he found Draven and Draven seemed to be expecting it, he told a younger girl who he was very fond over but in a fatherly protecting sorta way, and she was turning into a gargoyle for some reason XD… The other Crow felt guilty about having to kill Draven, but something happened, they both got attacked by someone and separated from each other, the other Crow dude had made his legs reeeally long and was running down the dark streets. *Felt there was an inspector gadget theme to the new crow dude* >>… He found Draven and Sarah down at the beach, Draven got dragged off by men in a boat and the girl was screaming for the crow dude to help, but when he stepped into the water one of the men from the shore threw a granade and blew up his legs x_x… he was very heavy and his body sank to the bottom of the water *Watched him struggle to grab onto the wooden pier. Heard him grumble about either drowning there for all eternity and never killing the other dude, or getting himself out and finally doing what he came to do* It was funny, one moment he was thinking about rescuing Draven, the next he’s motivating himself by saying as soon as he gets free, he’ll kill poor Draven! Though the dream was serious… I kinda was still am to sense my conscious reactions to it in parts of the dream >_X I dunno, the crow dude got out of the water and found a sandman attacking Sarah, the dude was turning to sand all the time in fights, it seemed to skip a large part and Sarah was pulling Draven from the water, pulling a knife from his side andhelping him to his feet. He’s telling her he doesn’t want her to stay around him any more and she’s like walking down the street with him explaining how there’s nothing else she can really do, and the further her mutation goes the stronger she will become (she had blue wings and stone skin at this point) and the Crow dude is lurking in the shadows, ready to strike, but is listening while Sarah talks about how she wants nothing more then to just stay with Draven no matter how dangerous it gets… large spiders where in an alley across from Crow, but Draven and Sarah couldn’t see them, it was obvious Crow was gonna fight them or warn the two, but that’s when mum opened the door and woke me up to fix her bed before uncle Hercules arrived -_-……
Hercules’ wife, uh… Voola (o.O) Voo like Voo-doo! And La… like Lalalala XD, anyway, Voola is very loud… she really argues her point and speaks over others to push her comments forward, even if she’s already made her point, and when others talk she talks louder to drown them out. *Sighs* I was sitting there but at points she would start to yell and I was getting a headache T_T A lot of Greeks do that, I don’t like it… it’s too loud and drains too much precious lazy energy! Actually they brought sweets! *runs off to grab some*
…*Finishes eating one and a half of the little mini cakes* I dunno… none of the sweets here are very appealing to me, probably they are TOO sweet, but it’s more then that, their taste just doesn’t do it for me some are nice, but most aren’t my taste, I have only once actually enjoyed one of the sweets and no one would tell me what they were called, and after when they would listen to me they didn’t remember which one I was talking about. It’s one thing that’s always annoyed me, actually there’s kinda two things;
A) When I’m speaking and others speak over me instead of waiting for me to finish, especially regarding mum who would not only speak over all of us, but would change the topic because she remembers something, it gave my brothers and I the heebie-jeebies! *Eye twitches*
B) When people keep talking for AGES even after I walk in the room and make it obvious I want to ask something. I sometimes have to wait ten or twenty minutes for them to all stop just to get their attention and they make it as if it’s so much trouble to look at me and ask what. And if I say something, like ‘mum’, she’ll sometimes put up her hand and signal for me to be quiet or say one moment, or that she’s talking. And when I stand there quietly she’ll get upset as well and say I’m making her nervous or something. Whhhhhhhhy does it have to be such a big deal to ask a single sentence question or less?
I mean it’s alright if we’re all talking at once, but not when I’m saying something and then someone else just blurts out and takes over without letting me finish what I’m saying, usually I don’t mind since my friends and I are just speaking over each other but still on the same topic and asking things and replying to other things that are being said. We didn’t really ever interrupt and stop someone else from speaking. I mean even when I get really chatty, which is pretty uncommon unless I’m excited about something, poor Matt and Anja got the full force since I was isolated for so long and delighted to have their company XD
You shoulda seen their expressions, they were so eza like at some points…*Watched their faces zone out clueless on what she’s on about *
Gee… there’s so much written here…oO *Thinks she oughta go do some more of her book despite getting a stomach ache from the loads of sweets she just ate*…*Eyes the half of her second one and pushes it aside…faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar off to the side*
…Friggin hell, word had an overload and distorted half of what I’ve written! *Looks at all the muddled and messed up words* x_X Oooops?
‘Geemore o t…heref her b’s so much written hereook dispite getting a soO… s assume she had all *Mum lat*Mum later asks her to play a song, spends five minutes looking for iter asks her to play a song, spends five minutes looking for it, can'’t, can find ’t find it, mum has toit, mum has toleave , grum leaveb, grumbles that as soon as mum leaves sheles that as soon as mum leaves she'’ll fin’ll find it, mum goesd it, mum goes...…shesh…e findders where ins it* finds it* -_-…’
I did NOT have that!! Half my stuff is muddled up… *sighs* I’ll fix it laaater…>>…*Looks around lazily*
Alright, just deleted the last part and I’ll translate it again! Luckily I saved most of what I had written…
Mum asked me to play a song, I spent five minutes looking for it, couldn’t find it, mum had to leave, I had grumbled that as soon as mum leaves I will find it… mum leaves.…… I then found it -_-’…
Oh ya… *Looks up from SMS Matt sent* I said something about you all being the best and that by the time Loza stops being slow I would be a multi-billionaire shipping off loads of gifts to everyone world wide
…*looks around hectically* must… post…*Already has Torrel’s post, two Riley posts not including the one she sorta started last night, a Connor post and Max getting bashed by his daddy*… Hmmm… I guess I can sorta start Scott’s reply in Green Force, and I can definitely do something with Connor in the team missions since he’s off exploring on his own. *Taps chin* It’s hard though since I know there’s hopefully other replies after my last ones…
I was also thinking of delaying the trip back until Lady has time, since she said she was doing her midterms or something, but uh… I dunno, I’ll think over it…
…Gah *Many hours later*…I just had a shower and my hair wasn’t brushed and that’s in addition to my sickly gloomy look, the spunk that seems to leave here at 8 either Saturday or Sunday walked past me and stared as if thinking I looked familiar but couldn’t exactly remember from where -_-
*Will now coincidently be sitting by the gate 8pm next Saturday and Sunday listening to music*
I’m going to school tomorrow! Starts at 6pm… I wanted it to go for a day so I can really start learning the damn thing, I hope this is a special time for the first day, coz I’ll throw the heebie-jeebies if I only get an hour, or worse more then that and end up forced to come home so late at night. I wouldn’t NEED classes if my family took some time every day just to speak with me PROPERLY… I mean they drop me in this damn country and expect me to ‘make an effort to learn the language’… I think I would know the damn thing if THEY made an effort to HELP me learn the stupid language. I wouldn’t mind so much if it wasn’t for things like when mum gets really angry at me for not understanding what she’s screaming in Greek or when people come, like ANNA, two months ago came back from a two week trip and said ‘she STILL doesn’t speak the language?’ I mean HONESTLY!!!!!! *Fumes* They think they’re in the right to expect me to know EVERYTHING they say, but they aren’t, and it’s really peeving me when people take up this almighty attitude about me not knowing how to speak. I asked for lessons, mum sat with me twice, and by that I mean she told me to write out three sentences while she was in her room watching TV… THEN she got upset I used the translation book, what the heck did she want me to do, magically know how to say full sentences before I’d even left Aussie? …Sheeeeeesh… the attitude people have is so, I dunno, I can’t even think of the proper word to fully describe it, but damn it, if I hear another ‘I lied and told him you haven’t been here that long since you don’t know any words still’ or ‘10 months!!! You should know SOMETHING!’ or even worse when they speak to me in Greek and I have no idea their telling me about some holiday trip up in the snowy mountains they might be planning at some point or something and if I have the audacity to ask what was said there’s the reply ‘You ought to know by now.’
*Wonders in an hour later at 10* Okies… NOW I am mad.
My grandmother, she just… this whole family in fact, if Hercules and Costas and Stellios weren’t nice, I’d disown this entire bloodline
Do you have ANY idea what that old lady did to my mother? I mean, aside from DUMPING her into the hands of an insane maniac, years later (being now) mum FINALLY meets her again and talks with her, they knew each other before sorta but mum never spoke with her... and today, like EVERY SINGLE TIME we’ve gone to see her, there’s been work to do. And I don’t mean we ate dinner and there’s dishes to be washed, I mean hand washing rugs, digging up the back garden that was OVERFLOWED with weeds and planting things, cleaning the entire bottom floor which gets awfully dirty since she hasn’t spent the needed money to probably make the place liveable and she doesn’t use it a lot so it gets dusty and outshape.
And that HEARTLESS and IGNORANT and most of all THOUGHTLESS and SELFISH person calls MY mother over to her place for a day and then has her hand wash rugs, HUGE room size friggin’ rugs. Where does that woman get the nerve? Every single time we go there she has work set out for us to do. Mum has a terrible back problem, last time we went I washed the rugs (which is extremely tiring and by the end of it even my back starting aching) because I didn’t want mum to hurt herself further. Her hands are starting to really hurt and she has arthritis and she’s massaging people for HOURS every day or other day and sometimes she’s even had three and four in a single day, two in a row commonly. They don’t have the RIGHT to abuse my mother’s good will, I didn’t go today because I wasn’t feeling well and all they do there (after working) is sleep and talk, I don’t like sleeping at strange peoples places (I was way more comfortable sleeping in Matt and Anja’s hotel room then my Grandmothers place) They of course don’t talk with me and mum doesn’t like translating what she’s saying because it’s ‘tiring’ or something…
But jeeze!!! Inviting my mum for the day to do hours of labour just is not on, and the day was just for that, the meal she had made for them was leftover meat balls (enough for one each including the one mum brought for me…) and pasta. Plus these pastry pies that she had made the last time we were there, and spinach ones that grannies sister Lisa had brought over to share. She just froze them and gave them to use three weeks later. We know they’re the same ones because she accidentally put sugar instead of salt and made them very sweet. I don’t eat those pies… I don’t really each anything that I haven’t seen being cooked there and then. Grandma gave me a mars bar and the chocolate had gone pale white… *Didn’t want to know why and just smiled after opening it, stared in a way that hopefully didn’t look like the stunned expression it was and silently slipped it into mum’s bag beside her*
They keep things for ages, and the things they give us, today mum came home with a cake tray… it had spiderwebs in it.
What kind of person can proudly hand over a give, be it new or old, and not even clean it, ESPECIALLY when it has SPIDERWEBS with tiny spiders STILL ON THEM!
*Screamed and sent it flying into the sink*
You just DON’T do that sort of thing, in fact there’s a hellova lot of things you just DON’T DO that everyone here seems to be quite proudly doing. Grandma has given us so much junk that today when mum asked if we could borrow some of the thirty floor mats Grandma has, and she said she could not give us those ones and went off to get other similar rugs, but which the colour had run and looked DREADFUL I can imagine, even KATERINA said something along the lines of ‘Come off it mum, she’s not going to take all the garbage you hand her’ And Katerina has given us rubbish she already said she was going to throw away as well, so you can imagine how bad it really must have been.
Grandma left everything for Petro, EVERYTHING, so why doesn’t she get him and his wife down to do her dirty work, she spoils him so much I think she ought to also have him get his hands dirty. If my mother goes to that damn village and does work and is treated with such extreme neglect again, I swear, I will be having words with that old woman, and frankly, I hardly care if she doesn’t understand me, she’ll get the drift. And that’s I’m not tolerating her taking advantage of my mother!
Fair enough if we helped now and then, but she does not give us the love or respect or even a thought that gives her the right to demand such extreme and continuous labour. The shopkeeper down stairs has been nicer to me! You just don’t invite your long lost daughter down to your home to do nothing but WORK when she can barely find time to lay down and even THEN mum is hurting. Her knee’s been twisted again after she damaged it early this year, and she turned and it cracked and she couldn’t walk for the entire day, and that was what, two weeks ago? She does people’s backs and after that can barely hold a cigarette, she walks for almost two or three hours a day while travelling from one bus stop to another to get to her massages and meetings since the bus routes are so stupidly done they don’t have proper connections between places.
I may tolerate a lot of things, but seeing that woman abuse my mother’s good intentions without a care in the world is just not something I’ll let slip by. I don’t care if it takes me till half way through next year, one day I WILL ask that woman how she can do that to my mother, and if I don’t get an acceptable answer, then I’m going to SO pull a Stellios and avoid her at all possible times. Stellios doesn’t like her because Hercules (His father) went through so much pain after she gave him up, he’s the eldest, I’m not sure exactly what happened but he is still hurting from it and the fact she spoils Petro and gives him everything and they barely get a thought hasn’t helped heal any old wounds. I don’t know what’s wrong with this family, but there’s something weird in their upbringing or something because they can’t possibly do what they are doing and honestly not realize how bad they truly are. I refuse to stand by and watch them put my mother through any more of their bad hospitality. And so what if they don’t like what I say, after everything that’s happened and all this time, I think I have a right to speak my mind. What can I possibly lose? …It’s not like they have actually attempted to be a part of my life in any positive way so technically if they don’t want me around that means nothing has changed. My life is no different, and I would still be content with myself knowing that I say what I had to say to them. I’m not going to be rude… I don’t think, but they crossed the line too many times too often, and there’s just a point where you have to say something or accept this as the way things are and go along with it. I’m tired of going along with things, this time I’ll say something.
*Stares at odd darker patches she’s had on her skin for a while now* I couldn’t have possibly gotten sunburnt when I went to Grandma’s, but I have these strange discolorations on my skin…
*Goes off to have a shower for the second time* It can’t possibly be dirt, but it’s not tan either… what the hell is wrong with my skin!? *Pictures herself having some sorta allergic reaction to so many rants*
…*Returns* It was dirt -_-” *Rubs her arms* Owwie… I had to use that rock bar thingy, god knows what stuck to my skin, I shower ever day and was using soaps and all… stupid anti-washing off dirt! What the heck was on those rugs!? XD …wait, it couldn’t have been the rugs, my arms weren’t…oooo!! Yeah, I picked them up and all, okies… I go back to saying, stupid rugs! What was one them!? O.O …*Waddles off sorely to do more of her book*
…*Wails* Mmmmmyyy buuuuuutt!!! *Can not believe her bed is bruising her tailbone* -_-…
…*Passes out (in pain XD)*…
1/11/04
Gee, before I put 2002… and it actually felt right >_< *Had to scroll up and double check*
Matt moved now… I wanted to send a message but the thingy is out of money coz mummy used I all up sending Matt love messages
Well that and she can’t call people with her phone coz they hadn’t put the money through, but I saw her sneaking off with my phone a few times, I know these things!
Hmmm… I really did want to send something though…*Looks around lazily*…*drags herself off to get a card*
Weeeeeeeeeee!! Got a card, mum and I also went ‘white goods’ shopping, so we have a fridge, stove, clothes washing machine…uh… oh! And we are getting an air conditioner, and a play station 2. Mum wanted a DVD player and since she feels really guilty over everything she got a playstation to make me feel better…*Just needs games now* XD That’s cool… I’ll ask Chris if it’s possible to send any over, they didn’t even call me and say happy birthday, they mentioned something to mum after but it’s not the same… But it was two euro more and it’s not like we can afford hordes of videos, so I think she decided Playstation DVD was fine for her. I feel spoiled!
What else… oh yeah, mum’s getting her bed tomorrow, it’s all coming tomorrow… mum was supposed to have it all in instalments, but the dude at the shop for the fridge and washing machine managed to put it on her credit card somehow…the banks sending us death threats, so that’s amazing, but I wonder if the instalments woulda been better in the long run o.O *Can see headhunters being hired to retrieve mum for the bank* ………They’re going to decapitate and shrink mummy’s head!
Oh yeah! *Runs off to send Matt a message* >>…
Everyone is calling me Hon! Wait, no, Natty calls me Hun, it’s TOTALLY different! So that’s ok then!
Hmm, and I call the two of them luv now …*Wants to see her aunts face when all of them start calling each other by pet names* XD
Humph, she ought to know better really, Matt can’t handle Natty and I, we’re too much for a lowly male, we’d tire him out before we even got to the fun stuff
Oooo! This song reminds me of Loza! *bobs head up and down* Moooost people tha’ I know think I’m craaaaAAAAAaaaaazy, and I knooow at tiiiimes I act a lil’hAAAAAaaaaAAAAAzzyyyyYYYyyyy!
*Clicks curiously on song titled ‘Mum’s Funeral Song – You’ll Never Walk Alone’ and listens* …Heeey…*scrolls over her song list* I don’t like all these mum’s funeral songs in my list, it takes away the calming relaxing effect songs are meant to have! *Clicks on Linkin Park ‘One Step Closer’*…*Is reminded of many insane thingies world wide* XD
>>¡Busy last few days, we got our home set up, haven¡¯t been able to afford food since, but hey, we have a TV! *Leaves out the lack of antenna to watch TV shows with* --¡¯
We got a fridge and TV about half my size o.O¡plus a stove and washing machine aaaand mum got her bed and we got a vacuum¡plus us¡ of yeah! The air conditioning system, JUST in time for winter! *Won¡¯t bother asking mum why she got it now instead of later* And uh¡ playstation! Yeah, Me gots a playstation 2! *Nods enthusiastically despite not having any games to play on it*
It¡¯s some sorta special deal so she pays 45¡or 49 dollars every month for it all for about 3 years. It¡¯s sad coz even with that we¡¯re just scraping through paying it all ¡ -_-
I started my Greek School! Had mum knocking on my door at 5 saying it¡¯s time for me to get going¡*groaned saying she just wants another five minutes while she was making a siggy and writing her story*
Mum: You can¡¯t possibly be asleep; it¡¯s 5 in the afternoon!!
Angie: ¡I didn¡¯t say I was sleeping¡ I doooon¡¯t woooona gooo to schooooool!!
Mum: ¡-_- You were there one making such a fuss about getting the classes though¡
Angie: I know, but old habits die hard! *Refuses to enjoy any moment at school while she grudgingly drags herself down to the bus stop outside her apartment*
It¡¯s pretty cool, there¡¯s a bus stop two minutes walk from here and then it drops me off five minutes walk away from the school¡*yawns and stretches* Yup, it¡¯s a hard life!
¡>> Then again, my old bus stop in Aussie was just at the end of my street and it did drop me off about five minutes walk from the school as well¡But this is different, this is Greece, mum sometimes have to walk for half an hour or so to get from one bus stop to another
¡*Discovered the horrific buses Matt and her where catching where surprisingly good in comparison to the usual lot of buses driving suicidally around town*¡
oooo, and everything is so disorganised it had been an hour and a half by the time we actually started working on the second day (the day before yesterday) which was technically the first class as the one on Monday was an introduction into the thingy¡ our Teacher Anna *Is getting haunted by that name* who is about our age, was telling for all the new people who showed up but weren¡¯t at the Monday class to call a woman named Georgina and discuss if there is any places. But I pointed out the fact that Georgina could only speak greek so how could the NON-GREEK SPEAKING people talk with her about anything¡ Anna said it was all ok, and then yesterday at class one girl said it had been the most trying conversation she¡¯s ever had because not only can Georgina not speak anything but greek, the girl didn¡¯t know Greek and found it impossible to ask the woman about space in the classes. *Shakes head*
No clue how it all got sorted out, but additionally Anna handed out books for us to use that cost 10 euro. *Felt REALLY bad coz everyone just pulled out spare change of tens and such while she was penniless* I got really mad with Anna at the end of the class because I couldn¡¯t do anything for the whole three hours other then help Adriana who¡¯s even worse with Greek then meeeee!! I was more upset that she didn¡¯t mention we had to pay for books since we had all been told it was a course for overseas students/tourists and such that didn¡¯t have money to afford the 140-200 dollar courses but were staying for long periods of time. I mean fair enough it¡¯s only 10, but she coulda warned us all instead of just expecting everyone to have ten euro on them. I wasted my entire first class AND she gave us homework from the book and she couldn¡¯t give me any photocopies because they don¡¯t permit her to use the photocopier.
Also, she doesn¡¯t explain things when she talks with us, so I know a bunch of different phrases, but have no idea what exactly they mean¡She started counting from one to ten and didn¡¯t even HINT at what she was doing so everyone had no idea she was teaching us the numbers. Only those of us who knew the numbers could inform the others she was counting. And then she went to the alphabet RIGHT after spending thirty minutes introducing herself in different ways, three people left the class and two others don¡¯t think they¡¯ll be coming back. I don¡¯t blame them¡ it¡¯s hard to learn things when you have to guess what exactly she¡¯s saying. I know it can be helpful to speak only in the language you¡¯re learning, but they ought to at least be informing us what is being spoken about. Adriana is like me, she can¡¯t leave the class even if she really couldn¡¯t take it any more, but I think she¡¯ll drop out as soon as she knows enough to get by since she¡¯s only a tourist instead of a permanent residence from what she was saying¡ The course ends in Jan sometime, I won¡¯t quit, at least I can have some vague idea at times what she was saying, but she taught us how to introduce ourselves in various different ways and I had no idea what it all meant until I got home and scanned through my translation book.
And when I mentioned that, she agreed to write things down on the board¡ as I SMS¡¯ed to Matt.. her handwriting is HORRIBLE! And she does ¦Ì which is m, with only the long vertical line and the short horizontal line, so it looks like a F without the top line. It¡¯s hard to read a new language when she¡¯s not doing a lot of the letters properly, because we aren¡¯t familiar with their short hand versions so we¡¯re not able to easily register what they are, so by the time we decode her writing she¡¯s already rubbing the stuff off the board -_-
There¡¯s a nice girl who only speaks French, which makes it really hard for her to understand anything that¡¯s going on since only one or two other people speak French and are able to translate what other students explain to each other since the teacher isn¡¯t helping at all. And yesterday she went out on a 30 minute smoking break ¡
When she got back she was a little narky with us though, and she saw me staring out the window, Adriana didn¡¯t really get what we were doing so after I helped her for a while she just said she¡¯d do the rest at home in front of her translation booklet. Anna snapped at me about not paying attention, I didn¡¯t really see why I wasn¡¯t given a sheet of some sort to work with, three others where without books as well but they ended up leaving since they were really upset they couldn¡¯t work with anything. Everything is so stressed there *groans* Most are my age but there¡¯s four or five adults, mostly woman, 1 German woman who doesn¡¯t have any clue what she¡¯s doing and I tried to help her, a lot of what she says sounds familiar, like when I was watching a Japanese movie, words are familiar, but I forgot their meaning ¡>< Anyway I think between hand movements and simple Greek words she understood a little better. But Anna was going really fast and a lot of the other people where falling behind or just giving up on paying attention.
Adriana got a little grumpy after Anna made every one read from the book on one of the pages they had been doing earlier. Anna was a little rude and kept interrupting people who were struggling, they¡¯d need a moment or so to try and remember and instead of giving them a chance Anna kept blurting out the answers/how to pronounce the words. Adriana got cheered up a little when I pointed out three spelling mistakes Anna had on the board (another girl had pointed out spelling errors and other typo sorta errors the day before as well -_-) There¡¯s a girl that had taken a six week course and she knows a loooot of the language, she can at least communicate with people and such, and she knows French, and German, and English¡and something else I haven¡¯t figured out its name yet¡ She reminds me of Matt XD Only she¡¯s more of a show off, Matt may flaunt his talents now and then but he doesn¡¯t make others feel small in comparison to him, she made it out as if learning languages was simple and the poor French girl looked really down while she was telling her and another girl in French about how she speaks all those different languages. Well, HA! She doesn¡¯t speak Japanese, and I knew how to speak it once ¡so sad¡*hangs head* I coulda known Some French, great Japanese, decent German, fragments of Elvish (XD) partial English >>¡ and now I only know complex Anglish! Ish jus¡¯no¡¯fair!!! I thingy such as I with a blessed memory as I have, ought to evolve and story information some other way! ¡I know, I can go and relearn them off the internet, I got pretty good at French for a few months¡¡pretty good as in I could say something and knew what it meant¡ if other frenchy people heard and understood what I was sayin¡¯, that¡¯s an entirely different story!
*sighs remembering how she would go to restraints with her dad and order entire meals in Japanese* Now all I remember is sit, teacher, thank you¡ and uh¡ hello! I learned Chinese for a few months but I only remember one word from that and it¡¯s the word for ¡®small¡¯¡ and German ¡>>¡ pretty similar, remember only three or four words, all of which have basically lost their meaning in my memory! Except Ich! *Looks proudly* Wait wait.. and Gut.. Guten Tag *waves* And Gut Morgan.. or Morgon, ooor Mogan -_- Depends what the teacher felt like writing, I¡¯m preeeeeeeeeeeeeeetty sure it should be like Morgan¡ and there¡¯s nicht¡ and¡ and¡ bin.. and¡*Shifty look* ¡and¡Mine name ist! ¡*blanks out for any more words she learned for two and such years* I¡¯m more upset with forgetting my Japanese¡ I mean seven years is pretty impressive to forget! I¡¯m proud for that fantastic accomplishment! *Nods* ¡But I want to reeeeemember! *Remembers Australia was nearly impossible to pronounce in Japanese* Darn foreign countries; stop changing our precious Aussie name, only WE¡¯RE allowed to alter names to make them more pronounceable! *Took till year 7 before she realized Germany and Deutschland (if that¡¯s how it¡¯s spelt >>) where the same place*
Sayonara! (If that¡¯s how it¡¯s spelt -_-) I remember goodbye as well in Japanese, and just because it¡¯s heard in every Japanese movie means NOTHING!!
¡All this learning Greek makes me want to learn Japanese again¡ and thinking of learning Japanese makes me want to relearn German again, and then I want to learn Greek some more, then I wonder how hard it can be to learn a few more languages I¡¯ll probably never use!
Ooooo!! This girl asked me out the other day! *Flicks hair* ¡Then again she thought I was flirting with her apparently, and she could speak English really well, I was listening to music on the bus and wasn¡¯t actually paying any attention to anything.. though I had gotten a little uncomfortable when a guy ¡ ¡®fell against me¡¯ while the bus wasn¡¯t actually moving -_- But it was cramped and all so I didn¡¯t pay him any attention *just shuffled away from him slowly*
Her name was¡*struggles with it again* something like Leann, only a little longer, she couldn¡¯t pronounce Meagan and I couldn¡¯t pronounce her name so in the end I called her Leann and she called me Angie. Mum has basically ordered for me to stop using my middle name since she doesn¡¯t like explaining it to people, it¡¯s hard, I still write Angela on my paper in the Greek class¡*quickly scribbles it out and has Adriana giving her weird glances* Leann was reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally disappointed when I said I wasn¡¯t dating girls¡but she wants to keep seeing me, I saw her again this morning, she doesn¡¯t live too far from me I don¡¯t think. We sat outside talking for a little while, and I told her about that cute guy who sits at the gate now around the time I head out to school to try and talk with me. I knew it was too spunky to be true, the dude has a girlfriend! He lives on the bottom floor with a woman, and I have heard baby crying and I¡¯m preeetty sure it¡¯s from there¡ then again the kid next door squeals a lot and it echoes throughout the entire building! I had told her that knowing Greek guys he¡¯s probably married with a hundred kids! Leann wasn¡¯t toooo upset over the dude flirting with me being taken; in fact, I think she¡¯s happy about it!
She wanted to make certain I wasn¡¯t going to bother noticing him anymore, she was like a mother, ¡®He¡¯s no good for you¡¯ ¡®You don¡¯t need that sort¡¯ and other similar stuff, it was so cute! She was delighted when I didn¡¯t mind her sitting down to talk with me, apparently Leann muddled up body language before and the girl went into hysterics over the matter or something, didn¡¯t quit get into details but enough to make Leann very nervous when she saw me the second time. It¡¯s all good, she¡¯s nice, she comes up now and then to spend time with her mother but has an apartment in the city center¡ I can go sleep over at her place when eeeeeever I want she said *Pictures getting drugged and tied down to the bed*
She was flipping about all excitedly when I told her about Matt, and about two hours later she learned about eeeeveryone¡*Has her off to find a Woman of all seasons Calendar*
She¡¯s pretty cool though! I¡¯d feel a little peculiar going out with both her and Matt *Will have Matt looking at guys and Leann looking at girls and both commenting on them so Angie¡¯s looking at both of them* XD
I told her about Natty though, Natty¡¯s the empress of my lap and rulers of our dreams in which Matt spies upon constantly!
Leann said she had a girlfriend for two weeks but the girl lived really far away and she couldn¡¯t afford to keep going to meet her and things just dissipated over time-*Saw the word ¡®Matt¡¯ flashing over Leann¡¯s head in her mind* That¡¯s how we got onto Matt *Nods* And then Natty, and then Natty being mine and Loza¡¯s slave! Leann has officially declared I¡¯m unusual and she is keen on figuring out my many mysterious ¡o.O *Can¡¯t imagine that taking too long*
A) Likes posting
B) Has friends world wide
C) Is from Australia
She wanted to know all about Matt, she¡¯s obsessed with my relationship with him now, and I ended up eventually showing her photos of him and myself¡she liked them very much, and I¡¯m sure it had no reason to do with most of them having me in a skimpy little top XD
*Is getting called away every five minutes* Awwww¡ mum¡¯s cooking a big meal of three salads and chicken wings she got from work¡ Aliki and Dimitra are coming over, as well as their brother, mum wanted me to dress up really nicely last time we organised something with their brother after I tried to help find a Newcastle blazer thingy for him *Ended up running off to Matt for help* He looks like thirty¡ or something¡ I hope mum doesn¡¯t have any hopes of me dating the dude *Can see mum trying to sell her off to a rich man to help sustain them* I won¡¯t date anyone who doesn¡¯t understand, ¡®No, the site is locked and requires a pass word, stop asking me to visit it again!¡¯
*Gets an SMS from Leann* ¡*Stares at the Greek Words*¡ Uh¡ yeeah¡That one means ¡®come¡¯¡ that one means ¡®let¡¯s go¡¯¡ *Stares at Kafe* ¡uh¡>> caf¨¦¡ She wants to go out to a caf¨¦!? *Gets another SMS in English a few minutes later* ¡She wants to go out for a drink XD ¡And the caf¨¦ she wants to go to is right below, the Must internet caf¨¦ that doesn¡¯t actually have internet I can use and forces me to walk miles to the I-Spot caf¨¦¡*Narrows eyes*¡ooo¡ And it¡¯s a posh place, we¡¯ll have to dress up nic-*Remembers how Matt said he was going to invite a spunky dude to go swimming with him* Heeey!! She¡¯s being a Matt with me!
Wow, that¡¯s kinda scary¡ she¡¯s so Mattish¡@_@¡*Wonders if she¡¯d make a good poster* ¡ then again she was amazed I knew how to use a laptop, apparently computers tend to blow up on her¡Why are all the really cool people who I get along with well enough all got some reason for why we can¡¯t be more then friends!? They¡¯re either gay, the wrong sex, tooooooo old, too young >>¡ or too¡uninterested! XD *Grumbles*
*SMS¡¯s Matt* I¡¯ve got myself a girl friend! *Ducks flying pointy objects coming from Natty* I meant a friend! A FEMALE FRIEND! XD
¡*Gets another Message from Leann* Dress up nicely!!
She¡¯s doing what is now officially called the Matt manoeuvre! Meh, she¡¯s a lot of fun, I don¡¯t mind, and as long as she doesn¡¯t do the Eric manoeuvre and start trying to kiss me I think aaaaaaaaall will be alright! Although¡ she has said she¡¯ll be really flirty and try to convert me XD *Pictures Matt appearing at the Caf¨¦ in hopes of catching sight of all this like he appears in their dreams* He¡¯s a stalker I say, a stalker! DAMN YOU LOZA! It¡¯s YOUR fault!
Ooo¡ Aunt Aliki arrived! And Dimitra¡ and Magtha! *Looks all happy and excited, mum mentions Katerina is coming, fizzles out of enthusiasm* I hope things don¡¯t go all sour like the last time they were all toget-*SCREAMS* The their brother, Costa, the dude mum was saying she wanted me to dress pretty for is coming!
*Runs back later with paled expression* Costa is¡ he¡ reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally aged and put on weight!! *Nearly killed mum since she was referring to the wrong Costa coming* she thought it was their son and it was the son I met when she said it was their brother¡ so the Costa here isn¡¯t the thirty year oldish, it¡¯s like a fifty year oldish!
*Is called away for dinner*¡.*returns after Magtha pulls down her trousers and starts parading her new underwear* x_X blind¡ bliiiiind¡
*Starts writing her book again just as Leann knocks on the door, mum stares palely at nicely dressed Angie going out with pretty girl who has a crush on her*
*Waddles back three hours later* Mum came down to check on me three times¡ THREE TIMES!! Honestly, what did she think I¡¯d do, leap onto Leann and make out with her in the caf¨¦!? -_-
Mum says she¡¯s not racist or anything like that, but I think she is¡ When a black guy asked me out, and he was really cute¡*didn¡¯t get the greatest look at his face since he was shirtless at the beach and veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery nicely toned* But he was cute anyway, and he wanted my number and went off and returned with flowers and such, I thought it was sweet, but he seemed very ¡®I can charm any girl in a moment¡¯, we talked for a little and in the end I decided his attitude wasn¡¯t very tolerable and eventually got rid of him. *Still has to call him for that coffee¡ ¡* I did tell him I wasn¡¯t interested but he wouldn¡¯t leave until I said I¡¯d try and call him¡ I can try¡ but it¡¯s so hard to scroll through the phone to fine his number!
Mum and I pass a few comments and after mum says something along the lines that I can¡¯t date someone like that I told her ¨C not for the first time ¨C that if I want to date something I will date them regardless if I have her approval or not, as it is MY life to chose who I will spend it with. I told her if I wanted to date a black guy I would and I will marry him if I love him and I will not tolerate her disapproval of the person I choose. Her response was ¡®He¡¯s the wrong colour for you¡¯ and ¡®you¡¯re going to have dark sinned kids?¡¯ I mean, that just struck me like a slap across the face, it was a few months ago, actually before Matt came down, I swear I really got angry despite not really saying much more then stressing I¡¯ll date whoever and whatever I want! Wrong skin colour, what a nerve! And then she goes on to say how she¡¯s perfectly fine with gays and such, and then says she just doesn¡¯t want her kids to be like that. How DARE she say that! I mean honestly, it made me so angry to see her checking up on me tonight I swear I was ready to pounce on Leann just so mum could see¡*Mentioned that to Leann and had a very eager nodding of Leann¡¯s head and insisting that¡¯s exaaaaaactly what she ought to do*
What right does she have to demand or even SAY things like that to me? If I want to date a girl I WILL, if I want to date a black guy I WILL and if I want to date some wild animal from the Amazon I will and she has no right to get in my way and demand me to do otherwise. Leann says I shouldn¡¯t be so upset over it, that it doesn¡¯t affect me because I¡¯m straight so mum has nothing to worry about, but what if I wasn¡¯t? What if I became interested in girls, what if I decided I wanted to marry a black man, what if I decided I wanted to fall passionately in love with a black girl! Am I to live in the knowledge that following my heart may lead to losing a part of my life simply because my heart decides on something my mother or others think isn¡¯t correct? It¡¯s not like I¡¯d be running around chopping off people¡¯s heads, I haven¡¯t and wouldn¡¯t be doing anything wrong. My life, social life and future relationships depend on my mood, my emotions, my thoughts and my feelings. And if they lead me down a path I¡¯m not expecting them to, and others aren¡¯t expecting, then I should be comforted in the thought that no matter what path I choose my family will be there and treat me and whoever I am with, with the same human decency they¡¯d treat any other.
And as far as dating goes, even if I was dating Leann, she would have been the best date I¡¯d ever had, she¡¯s the only one who ever bothered to show interest in ME as a person and she made me feel relaxed and comfortable and we both blabbed on endlessly and talked about everything and anything and nothing at all. If Matt came down, she would actually be polite to him instead of point to her eye and then to Matt saying ¡®Matt¡ you¡ I know¡ I know¡¡¯ as if Matt was some axe murderer being hunted by police and changing his name with every state he visits.
I am furious! I am angry! I am going to rebel! I will NOT stand by and let mum think she can just say which kind of people she approves me dating, my romance life is MINE, not hers, she has no right to hurt me or my partner simply because s/he isn¡¯t what she expected me to be with. Life¡¯s full of surprises, she¡¯ll just have to deal with mine like all the other ones we¡¯ve faced before.
¡¡¡ Leann says she¡¯ll gladly offer herself as an object of my rebellion¡ XD honestly¡ she¡¯s getting an awful lot of joy from my misery in just one day!
I told Leann I¡¯d have to talk with Nat, she pulled out her mobile wanted to call her¡*Didn¡¯t know Nat¡¯s number* XD
I showed her photos of Nat and Matt, she says Nat¡¯s very pretty, and looks better with short hair - Though she¡¯s nice with blue skin! I wanted to get a photo of her to show everyone but she¡¯s really shy and didn¡¯t want me to put her photo online¡one day, ooooone day! *Will flaunt all she has to be able to get a photo of Leann online*¡*Will probably scare Leann away in terror* XD
She¡¯s really into Matt though¡ if I didn¡¯t know she wasn¡¯t interested in guys I woulda thought she had a crush on him¡*Wants to know a lot about him and how we met and what it was like to meet him and if he talked funny* She says I¡¯m the first girl she¡¯s hit on that hasn¡¯t thrown insults or ignorance back at her, she said she wished she had friends like the kind I talk about, I suggested she get online and I can introduce them but she doesn¡¯t have a computer or net and doesn¡¯t know what MSN is¡o.o *Nearly blacked out* But she wants to come over one day and watch me do a post, apparently I made it sound so very interesting and she wants to read what we do since she loves reading. I¡¯ll see if she¡¯ll get on the web cam¡ but with me only having about 10-ish minutes there¡¯s not much we can do, and she was really camera shy, she wouldn¡¯t even let me get a picture of her to make her a siggy even though she wanted one, she¡¯s really worried I¡¯ll put it online I think. I don¡¯t see why, she¡¯s nice, it¡¯s not like she has anything that people will tease her about, but I think her ex did a Nikos and pointed out things she didn¡¯t like about Leann or something, and Lean had mentioned her mother sometimes gets into arguments with her about her sexual orientation, and her dad just puts it down to ¡®There¡¯s something wrong with you.¡¯ Which I thought is really mean to say, but mum says that with me when I forget to do something or for really stupid reasons¡ oo, like when Tom grabbed at me and I clawed off the top layer of his skin and then mum grabbed me and pulled me up the stairs into our house in Rosanna, there¡¯s something wrong with me because while they¡¯re screaming at each other I decided to go see my dad in the nursing home and suddenly they say I¡¯m running away (or at least that¡¯s what they said aaaaafter the whole fight when they said I attacked Tom). I mean, honestly, adults say and DO the stupidest things, why would I for no reason attack a man twice my size while out in the streets, and even if I did attack him , I think I had a right to defend myself, and I don¡¯t have any regret, granted I REALLY disliked the self absorbed dude, but I did what any dog would do when they¡¯re threatened and that¡¯s snap back! And I told Leann that she shouldn¡¯t worry about herself because of things other people have said in anger or spite, her father has no right to disown her for what she does, and if he has, then he¡¯s lost a wonderful daughter in my opinion.
And if I tell mum that Leann¡¯s dad doesn¡¯t want to see her until she ¡®grows up¡¯, I know mum¡¯s going to say something along the lines of ¡®Well no parent would want their child to be like that¡¯ since she¡¯s said it before. And if that¡¯s the truth, then parents are the ones that ought to grow up and open their eyes.
I can understand if they put their foot down at their child taking drugs, at their child abusing their bodies in other ways, at their child hurting others, using others, doing wrong some how to others, but what right do they have to tell the child they can not be a certain way sexually, even religiously or whatever or explore a different lifestyle? If someone weren¡¯t interested in the opposite sex, then MAKING him or her date someone from the opposite sex would be like a straight person being forced to sleep with his or her same sex. And that isn¡¯t something anyone has the right to insist upon another. How can people claim to be civilized when there¡¯s still that feeling of disgrace towards actions that have been a part of our life since before Christ died? Are you going to tell me it was just in the past few hundred years that men and woman suddenly starting getting together with the same sex, pffft¡ If it¡¯s written in the bible that it isn¡¯t acceptable or whatever it says that makes priests so against gays, then you can bet it¡¯s a damn age old social activity that someone at some point decided to make a blasphemous act by writing it down in the bible as being unacceptable.
God didn¡¯t write the bible, man did, and they altered it and rewrote it, and as a non-belonging-to-any-sort-of-religious-group-thingy I will openly blurt out that I still refuse to believe such a ¡®great god¡¯ would turn a blind eye to his CHILDREN just because they follow their heart down a different path. That doesn¡¯t sound like a god of timeless experience and wisdom, it sounds like a foolish parent forcing ones OWN opinions onto the children.
If he let¡¯s us go to war and die over land and slaughter each other because one man insulted another man and they have the armies needed to go off and kill each other, then how can he THEN say that falling in love with a certain kind of someone is wrong? Murdering hordes of innocent men for thousands of years, burning people at the stake, torturing men and woman, forcing another¡¯s belief of him onto people from other lands, this is acceptable but a man loving another man and tending to each others needs and caring for each other and always being there for each other, that¡¯s wrong? I think the divine being has the same human weakness that poisons mankind if this is truly what the great creator considers as correct. I¡¯m not losing my faith in greater things such as divinity, but I am losing my faith in mankind, we¡¯re getting better, but how many lives have been destroyed because of our beliefs? And how many more will be devastated before people accept there¡¯s more to life then a single road we all travel together? What kind of life would that be anyway, to have a world following the same path as you? How can everyone be unique if they are all restricted to the singular road dictated by the mass as being ¡®the right one¡¯?
Granted there are other gods, but I didn¡¯t learn about them, maybe somewhere out there there¡¯s a god or gods that accept and love us no matter what road we choose to travel. And if there isn¡¯t, then it doesn¡¯t matter, at least we can love each other, and that¡¯s what¡¯s important. God isn¡¯t here to hold us, he isn¡¯t here to keep us warm at night, he merely keeps us strong with the hopes and beliefs and courage he can offer in the words of the bible and through the mouths of his followers. But the ones around us have the greater task of tending to us in a way divinity can only do with faith, they hold us, they talk with us, they keep us strong, they become the gods of our lives since we seek to believe in the ones we love and their faith and loyalty towards us in return keeps us strong. What right does anyone have to steal such a relationship away from us? If gays are so sinful, then why is it that it¡¯s mostly the gays that suffers at the hands of others? Nikos was a jerk, Nikos was the one who wronged Matt, the one who judged Matt, the one who let his beliefs turn his attitude sour towards Matt. Matt was a bad guy, he doesn¡¯t like Matt, doesn¡¯t want me to speak with Matt, why? Matt did more for me then my own aunt and cousin¡ and entire Greek family all combined. Matt, in fact, has been the most kind and helpful and zealous friend I¡¯ve ever had. He isn¡¯t different to anyone else and Leann isn¡¯t different to any one else, they do a certain thing in a different way but that doesn¡¯t make them different to me or my mother or any one else as far as my opinion is concerned.
And it really peeves me off when mum or other people try and tell me otherwise! I¡¯m sick of them saying their opinions as if it¡¯s a fact. It¡¯s not, and I¡¯ll fight to my death to stress the fact that I believe what I believe and no one will tell me otherwise, and if ANYONE finds my opinions wrong, then fine, they can deal with it, because these are my thoughts and my opinions and more importantly, they affect MY life, not anyone else¡¯s, so I should be allowed to have them without people beating me down. I¡¯m very accepting of different things, different people believe in different facts of life and death, and how to live, and it¡¯s made my social life really hard since a lot of the time the groups I befriend would clash and not deal with each other well. In the end I¡¯d be caught in the middle and often be forced to walk away from both since quite a lot of times there was a ¡®You¡¯re either with us or against us¡¯ type of attitude. I¡¯ve always been like that, I¡¯ve always be fond of getting friends from other countries, of learning of their things, I love China and Japan, I adored Greek and Roman mythology, I love diverse cultures and there¡¯s so many different kinds to learn about. Maybe that¡¯s why I love Australia so much, because it¡¯s a mass of cultures crushed together to blend perfectly to form a singular and unique atmosphere¡ We may have our problems, but at least we have taken great steps and still are taking those steps to over come our problems as best as possible and then keep pushing to further the need for greater change towards the better.
Or am I the one that is blind? Is there more happening around me then I can see? Am I blind to things happening and yet living blissfully in the ideals of greatness and honour for a land I was pulled away from and never really got to explore as much as I would have like on the social front as well as the land itself? Am I missing the suffering and pain people are dealing with, do I hear ¡®gay bar¡¯ and think we¡¯ve gotten over the wave of homophobia that poisons the minds of the many, that perhaps we¡¯re moving forward, and yet in truth little has changed save for the fact it is now I who am blinded by my views of equality? Do I wish for it so greatly that I see it when it really isn¡¯t there? Am I blind to it because I am not part of the group being beaten down upon, am I sightless to the pain people around me endure every day while thinking that the world around me is perfect and getting better? Was I sheltered from the pain and agony people suffer? Perhaps I am too far on the sidelines to get a clear view of the battlefield? If Matt and Leann and any other grew up as my neighbour, would their lives and family lives have been any easier¡ even if just in the slightest?
If I were dating women, would my father want nothing to do with me until I changed my ways? Would my mother stop speaking with me or would she grow and learn to accept my ways, or would it be merely a grudgingly tolerant type of acceptance? Am I alone in my views and yet hear of so many marches and mobs screaming for human rights and the right of the person to choose their religion and sexuality and lifestyle and assume I am one voice in an army of similar minded people when really the army is but a handful of idealistic rebels?
Maybe I¡¯ve strayed off the main path as well, maybe I¡¯m on a side road of life that is leading me away from one mostly travelled, maybe I find it hard to fit in because I¡¯m too different to the many around me. Possibly there is something wrong with me, but I think ¡®wrong¡¯ isn¡¯t the right word to use, I think I¡¯m doing and thinking things differently to how other people tend to think and do things, just like Leann and Matt think and do things that are different to other people, just like everyone world wide ¨C we think and do things differently, some ways are just done by more people, and for that it makes them think it¡¯s right.
I don¡¯t know, I¡¯m babbling and probably repeating myself, but it seems I¡¯ve had to repeat myself since I was a child. I will love whoever I end up loving, and since love is not an easy thing to obtain, and even harder to keep, I will not allow someone else to destroy such a precious chance of happiness I may have one day just because there is something ¡®different¡¯ about my chosen companion. And it really blew my fuse to have someone tell me ¡®his skin colour is wrong¡¯ and that ¡®no parent would like their child to be gay¡¯. I was told that as a twelve year old, and I had no idea who I would be, where I would be, or what I would want in five, ten, twenty years from then, and even now I don¡¯t know what I want. Having someone damn different paths I may travel one day in my unseen future was frightening and painful, and no one had a right to say things like that to a child, a teenager, or an adult, who is struggling find their place, and figure out who they are and what they want, because no one deserves to live in shame of their chosen way of life just because a large group of single minded people say it¡¯s wrong for no reason other then ¡®the bible says so¡¯ or something else just as ridiculous.
I am who I am, and right now I don¡¯t know who that is entirely, but one day I will start to learn more about myself, and I¡¯m not going to let anyone block the roads of my life and force me to be who THEY want me to be. Otherwise I¡¯ll spend my entire life being someone else¡¯s shadow, and that scares me more then anything. I may never be famous, or popular, or known or remembered once I die, but I¡¯m not coming back once I go, and I¡¯m damn well going to live my life MY way, because I¡¯ll never get a second chance once it¡¯s over.
Well it¡¯s 2am now, I better get off¡*remembers kinky talk usually settles in at this time with her and Matt and will probably affect her ranting* XD
¡not Kinky with each other¡ *Narrows eyes at jealous Nat* Honestly!¡*really doubts Nat would actually read all this* XD
*Sends another SMS to Matt after reading a new message* >>¡ I¡¯ve never used my phone so much¡ Matt¡¯s the only person I¡¯ve actually really called via the phone at all¡ as in SMSing! I feel bad though, I can¡¯t talk with him or anyone else and I¡¯m getting withdraws so I SMS him and I¡¯m probably really increasing his phone bill XD
*Explains to Matt about the ¡®Matt Manoeuvre¡¯ and then tells him about mum checking up on her thrice to make sure she wasn¡¯t making out with Lean in the cafe* It¡¯s strange, I¡¯m not online and yet Matt still knows what¡¯s happening with me XD *Pictures herself sitting in a dark corner rocking back and forth in front of the computer trying to log on if she didn¡¯t have a phone to keep in contact with someone*
o.o *realizes it¡¯s 2:42am* I really ought to check the time BEFORE I SMS Matt¡ my phone makes a loud beep so I¡¯m paranoid he¡¯d fall asleep or be in class or with friends and I keep disturbing him >>¡± ¡ and at this time of night he could be out hunting victims to drug and rape like we did when he was dow-I mean¡he could be busy with other¡¡¯stuff¡¯¡>>¡<<¡
oooooooooooooo!! And I made a Prince of Elrak, still want a Princess, and I¡¯ll work on the kings and queens of both Elrak and Galdor later¡ but I really want to play the Prince of Elrak now¡ since I play Galdor¡¯s Prince¡ as an NPC as well though, Kennith will stay in the castle for most of the time I think. Actually¡ I WILL play him!
*Runs off, scans her computer for pictures of a prince like person* Ahuh!! *Does up a siggy* o.o¡wait a minute¡*Looks at Torrel, then at William, then at Kennith* Heeeey¡ are you all related? *Wonders if using Paris from ¡®Troy¡¯ is such a good ide-wipes blasphemous thought from mind and agrees of course it¡¯s a good idea!* Hmm¡ well he looked like the character I had in mind, so it fit, besides, Orlando barely looks anything alike in the three different movies¡ >>¡save for the abundance of spunkiness¡
*Yawns* I might head off to bed, I haven¡¯t written much in the last three days story wise¡ tomorrow I want to put at least three hours of work into the book. I wish I could talk it over with Matt and every one else involved, I guess there¡¯s plenty of time for that in the future, but it would be nice to have people¡¯s input and advice¡ I guess at least I¡¯ve gotten started and now I know where I plan on going at the moment. I¡¯m really flying through the book though in many parts just to get the basics down and I plan on going back. I still haven¡¯t gotten a feel for Macabre and it¡¯s making it hard to write with him, I love Torrel and so it¡¯s making things much easier, maybe I ought to apply a character such as Macabre and the group for MG, Role play him for a while and try to see how he develops as a character and get my handle on him.
But Matt says MG is dying again¡ I hope it¡¯s not, NE is slow, I¡¯m hoping it¡¯s just a slow period what with all the real life things happening around the place with people¡ I don¡¯t want to lose MG again, especially not now that it¡¯s become such a great place and detailed storyline/postings¡
I¡¯m not going to close MG, I don¡¯t care if people stop coming, I¡¯ll keep it open, and I¡¯ll post with myself if I have to in order to get new players!! *Pictures people thinking there¡¯s like twenty or thirty players when really it¡¯s only a lonely Angie desperately struggling to keep MG alive*
But instead Mummy said friends are conspiring against the vile netlessness of this ‘house’ to help throw it into the new millennium and grant it net access! Which is MUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH better then Matthias having babies with my mummy… *nods with slightly paled expression*
… oh…my…*stares while backing away from Loza* that’s so scary!! Loza is becoming less Loza-i-, that remind me! … for whatever reason… *shifty look* Loza, remember that Aussie band no one knows, Naked Raven? I’ve asked the drummer and the guitarist and both aren’t into Footy… but drummer-dude told me the version of Geelong-pronunciation he knows.. it’s more like “ge-long” with a short “e” like in “rebel”… very odd, they come from Melbourne as well…
*wonders why so rarely but guesses it's waaaay better than never*
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