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20150215, 0216, 0217- Laptop is fried.
20150215 [11:52] Sunday
Laptop's fucked up. Battery is dead so when the power went out, I don't know; five times? Fucked up my laptop. Now all I have left is my phone and my NOOK Tablet and whatever information I have on my flash drive(s).
Laptop is fried. Nothing can be done. I hope that doesn't mean I've lost EVERYTHING! I need a new computer, that's for sure.
20150216 [18:42] Monday
I am still laptop less, but that's what the library is for. That'll be a lot of blogging for 15 minutes worth of library time. Ugh. And potentially typing up a fanfic I will eventually start. Eventually. I know the middle and seeing as how Once Upon A Time hasn't ended, there won't be an end any time soon. I just need to start the damn thing.
Oh! Regina! Got it. YAY!
Watching Straight A's. Love the movie! Haven't seen it in a while. I remember it enough to know when to start skipping stupid parts. Well… not stupid. Its all character development, but there are parts of peoples' characters I don't like. Chick who played Sookie, or whatever, in True Blood is in this movie. I wonder why they decided to call it "True Blood" anyway. It's based off a book series. 7 books in the series. I wonder how closely the TV series followed the books? I wouldn't know. I've only finished one book and only seen one episode of True Blood and it was late in the series. I don't even know what Season it was. And I started a different episode, didn't finish it. It was… interesting. Can't remember who was who; I just know who Sookie (stupidest name in the world) and Bill are. Well. In terms of the book, I like Bill more than I like Sookie, which is interesting considering the fact the entire book is in first person and in Sookie's point of view. Still a good character, though. I just like her vampire boyfriend better. But, you know what? I love this series a HELL of a lot better than the Twilight series. I read one of the books and felt my IQ drop 10 points.
Does Twilight have potential? Eh. If the relationship and character development of Bella and Edward were better. Jacob is FANTASTIC, but I have a problem with how the creatures of the night are developed. The werewolf… thing where they bind with someone…? …Yeah. I don't get it. If Jacob loves Bella, why I don't know, then that should be it. And why people seem to like Bella's blandness I have absolutely no idea. She seems to always need saving, while Sookie has not only saved herself, she has saved Bill. A couple times, if my memory serves me right.
On a more random note, I'm going to need a new bookmark for my journal because the damn ribbon that was built into it just fell out. Or I could just remember to put it back into the book when I'm done. I could do that, too.
Oh, my friend Sara is going to school for computer repair. She thinks she can help my POS that got fried. Lost my damn music again.19:28- JEOPARDY!
I GOT THE FINAL JEOPARDY! No one else did! It was Medea! "To plot"! I knew it the second I heard/read it! If the third woman hadn't bet a thing, she would have won. Hell, I could have won that one.
20150217 [21:23] Tuesday
Played Inquisition all day after a very interesting moring at work. I ended up leaving an hour and a half later because I was helping to do other things BEFORE actually doing my job. I walked into the back and SOMETHING happened because there were dishes EVERYWHERE! Power must have gone out or something. Or they lost all their hot water? I think Corner Bakery closed early, too. Oh well. An extra hour and a half of pay; 13.5 dollars if I've done my math right. Too tired after my benedryl to care about double checking.
I missed the Fan Appreciation Contest. Guess I'll just have to wait for the next one; hopefully, there will be a next one. I'll just have to celebrate the DA series by myself…
Speaking of which, I did a couple things differently with my mage playthrough. Romancing Cullen instead of Solas, which has been pretty cute so far. I'm purposely not using Cullen for certain missions. In my rogue playthrough, it was the Inquisiton's Forces that everybody was fearing/respecting at the epilogue. I'm gonna try for Connections this time. I don't know how I would feel about Secret reigning supreme. But with one mission, Dorian's actually, I'm going to send Leliana to get the book. Had Cullen do it last time. Leliana's looking for The Hero of Ferelden at the moment. She'll be done a little bit after noon. I wonder if I'll have another long day again tomorrow…
I CAN'T WAIT to work at Don's Wood-Fired Pizza! The owners are so damn nice! I stopped by and asked them about progress and they said they were still interested in me, just needed to get through my only reference when things weren't so busy.
My hand's starting to hurt… my head, too.
Oh, by the way…
I noticed after my first post today that it has been exactly one month since I posted to Become Empowered. I apologize.
During that one month of absence, I have been working and typing up and posting my journal entries to another site called
For those who are curious, click the link above! 😀
I tried recording a video of my reading allowed Edgar Allen Poe's poem "IMITATION" to post to YouTube, as planned, and the sound kept breaking up. I have a headset and everything! And I was EXCITED! The headset is brand new and hardly used, so I HIGHLY doubt that could be it.
Any thoughts? Suggestions? Advice… this is underwhelming…
Well, my day wasn't all bad. I went for a couple walks and, in so doing so, realized that I wasn't able to make videos before because I was sitting down. As I was walking I was FLOWING with ideas of what I could do in the videos! The plan I had was to either A) read stuff aloud so that I could be doing two things at once or B) walk and talk. Then the sounds stops working… I don't know what I'm hoping for. A messed up headset or a messed up computer. This is upsetting…
Since I couldn't read it aloud for you all, I'll post the poem here. The plan was to learn with you. I had never read "IMITATION" so I decided to share that first. Looks like I get to put videos on the back burner… again… fuck…
A dark unfathom'd tide
Of interminable pride-
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild, and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen.
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bridge hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it pass'd on:
I care not tho' it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.
What did you guys think? I didn't really get what Poe was talking about, to be honest, but I liked his use of language.
Until I can get a techy friend to help me out, I'll have to stick with just posting. And sharing other peoples' videos. God dammit…
Pardon the cussing, if you care.
I realize I never made a New Year's Resolution to write in my journal every day, unless I forgot, but I think it is a good time to start. I have forgotten most of 2014, how about I don't forget 2015.
I realize while walking back from the library today that I have my best ideas when I am walking. I am just FLOWING with them. Which was what I planned on doing for my videos that I planned to post to YouTube. Problem. Scratchy sound. If it's not one thing, it is another.
It was too cold today for any extensive walking, so the only trips I took were to the store and the library. I spent most of the day on Netflix watching NUMB3RS. I switched to The Finder about 5 minutes ago. I am multi-tasking between watching that and The Sims Free Play on my phone. Or, I would be if my phone would cooperate. Got to Lvl 42! At 44 I can get another Sim.
I haven't been able to play DA: Inquisition since PSN got hacked. I found out today it might just be a glitch in the game, but I'm open to the hack being a disruption. I'm hoping the game glitched, oddly enough.
I spent most of the day looking through FB for inspirational quotes. I made one Bitstrips comic today. I think. Took a benedryl. At nine I will turn off all the lights. I should be ready to sleep by ten.
Goodbye lights.
Let's end this post on a positive note, shall we?
Unfortunately, writing in a journal isn't more of a habit. I should be FILLED with things to say about the year. (21:13) I don't. I'm not. I mean, I could probably try, but I don't remember a good portion of the year 2014. Which is probably why every time I go to the movies I keep the movie ticket. And ALL my receipts for anything. I eventually throw the paper ones away, but I still have all my online receipts. Every single one. I think. Most likely. Wouldn't surprise me.
I keep stalling on tasks I really want to complete. My journal entries, for example. But I also love to sing and add to my YouTube Channel beyond other peoples' videos. I want to add to the world and spread a positive message, but I can't seem to pick up the headset and get myself going. (21:20) Do I feel like I have been unproductive? Surprisingly not. I have been reading You Mean I'm Not Lazy, Stupid or Crazy?! and learning more about ADHD. Still haven't gotten a proper diagnosis, but I am on page 137 and… yeah. I have it. I'm not fearful of my diagnosis. I'm just more interested in simply learning more about it.
That will be part of my New Year's Resolutions. Tomorrow, I will make a video and post it to my channel.
Wish me luck!
It's my cousin's birthday! Just posted to her FB profile. 23. I think. In a year, unless her having a child got her out of it, she will be independent from her parents. 24.
Wow. It's been almost four months since I wrote anything in here. Last time I did, I was happy about something. The pattern continues. Hope it is continuous.
On my cousin's birthday, I am booted out of the house so my dad's significant other can wrap Christmas presents in peace. That's the negative way to go put it. Getting up early in the morning doesn't put me in the most positive moods.
Dragon Age: Inquisition puts me in a FANTASTIC mood! I might be addicted and suffering withdrawals. It is possible. The character development is FANTASTIC! I wish Solas was a REAL person or I could find someone with his personality. That would be nice. Love his voice. I read the credits for the game last night and forgot who is voice actor is. Steven Valentine does Alistair's voice. I think that's his first name…
I wonder if Alistair will ever find out Fiona is his mother. She, they, never wanted him to know, but with everything that has happened, been happening, it might be a good idea. Maybe… after Redcliffe, maybe not.
I can't WAIT to get home so I can get back to the War Room. We need to find the Seekers. And I finally found out how to romance Cassandra. I tried playing as a Qunari and hated how it felt, so I deleted it. Leaving me room for a human male to slide in and romance Cassandra. 😛 Dorian was easy. He's fun to flirt with, though. Funny how I understand flirting in a videogame, but I draw a blank in reality. Or am I a really good flirt and don't realize it. Both, perhaps? Don't care. Life is life.
I like Empress Celene, don't like her voice.
Cullen has DRASTICALLY improved. I was not a huge fan of his in Origins and not so much in the beginning of DA: 2, but towards the end he became likeable. Love him in Inquisition (08:52). One of my characters is romancing him. One of my other characters got to watch him struggle with his lyrium addiction. That was painful to watch! They did a FANTASTIC job with the character development! I could SEE how much pain he was in! I felt horrible! If that's how handling an addiction is in reality, the developers and designers did their research. Good job, fellas!
And I think I will ALWAYS save Empress Celene. I wouldn't let my worst enemy die if I knew I could prevent it. Unless it's Corypheus. I'll eat popcorn and watch. Or join in. Kill him myself. Beat the shit out of him.
Loghain got a haircut! Looks good! And the fact I can customize Hawke is pretty cool. Why is the default a white chick? That's irritating. At least, in this game, making another ethnicity is easier. Hard to make them look like me or get my eye color, but I've gotten close. I made a dude just to go after Dorian. I fucked up with Solas on my first character, so I switched to Cullen. My next character went after Dorian. My this is, I think, succeeding with Solas. He called me "My heart" one time, so I'm going to say yes. And we danced at the Winter Palace. That was cool. 😀 Was waiting for that. I deleted my fourth character, the Qunari. Didn't feel right. I feel GREAT playing as an elf! Being the human mage was interesting. Dorian's love. Now I need to make a rogue human to go after Cassandra. Or Josephine. I hear you have to duel for her love. Must be some noble thing. I wonder if I have to BE a noble. Will my human rogue be a noble descendant like my human mage was? That'll be interesting. My first Dalish elf lost her clan. I remedied that with my next character.
And, I must say, each time I restart, the game just keeps getting easier! In an area where they recommended my character to between the levels of 4-7, I was level 8 with my Dalish Elf Monria! Rogue. My first character is Ellana, my second Gorin. My fourth, the deleted Qunari, Tal-Vashoth, was Henah, I believe. It makes sense that she would be Tal-Vashoth. The Qunari don't have names of their own. I also like how you can be an elf amongst the Qunari. They wast nothing. The Iron Bull told me, that and the graphic novels I read about Alistair looking for his father. I also now know who Bianca was because of those books. They assume that Alistair became king, but its still a good story. I read a negative review, but it didn't sway me. Great character development, as always. I wonder what would happen if the writers of Frozen and Dragon Age decided to create something? They both did a great job with their stories! They both won awards! Frozen won a couple Oscars while Inquisition won Best RPG of the year! Only people in the DA community would know that, though. Kinda depressing. People who don't play videogames look at us like we're losers, but I disregard them. They don't know what they're talking about, so their word has no merit. Taking the games away will just make matters worse. Telling a gamer to stop playing videogames is like telling a girl to stop wearing make-up, you just don't do it. It's part of who they are. Taking it away would cause them to die slowly.
Why does it matter? Controlling behavior doesn't get anyone anywhere. At least not for a while. They would fight back eventually. History proves that. Even if those who fought back lost, they still sent a clear message that they would not be controlled.
Anyone who tells me to stop playing videogames will be dropped. I don't intend to let someone control me. Not after my first relationship where I had to deal with subtle control and rumors. I might've had a second relationship, but he stabbed in the back. I forgive him, but I can never trust him. Fool me once, shame on them. Fool me twice, shame on me.
I'm glad Morrigan's back in Inquisition. I didn't realize how much I missed her until I heard her voice again. And watching her interact with her son Kieran was… wow. She's changed so much but at the same time not. She still has her strength, confidence and attitude, but it has been curbed. I like the change, but I think I'll miss her stabbing ability. Just like Vivienne, "she wastes no words," as Cassandra would put it. Did put it. If a leadership position ever did open up for me, I would be good at it. Watching and interacting in the game has shown me that. I got high approval at the Winter Palace, despite the fact I was an elf. 97 out of 100. If I was a human, had been a human, I wonder if it would have been 100? I was happy with my 97, though. I worked HARD to get there. And gathering those scandalous secrets was amusing. I didn't like being there while I was playing. I didn't realize I enjoyed the Game until I left. I see why Solas enjoyed it. And Leliana and Josephine. I also see why Cullen hated it. People were "pinning" for him, as Leliana put it. It was HILARIOUS! I wanna do that again! (10:00)
I'll be able to with my mage characters. Its funny, I feel safer as a mage, but I feel more alive, overjoyed as a rogue character. I haven't played as a warrior, yet, but I don't see myself doing so. Stealth is MOST useful! And I LOVE sneaking up on my enemies and dealing that extra damage. *sigh*
I wish Sera was better educated. I see a LOT of myself in her, which is why I keep her around, but I need the subtitles in order to understand what she's saying. At first, anyway. I got her, for the most part, with my third character. Didn't get to her with the Qunari. Didn't feel right continuing to use her. Loved her voice, though. Sera, funny sometimes, but I can't really take her seriously. I agree with her views, helping the "little" people, but boy do I wish she was more dignified and had a better sense of propriety. Like Solas. He doesn't really enjoy people all the time, but, I must say, he carries himself quite well. He could be a courtier if he wasn't a mage and an elf. He quite enjoyed being at the Winter Palace, after all. Blackwall didn't. Cassandra didn't either. I found that amusing. Cassandra didn't like the ball, but she was surrounded by people. Blackwall kept himself secluded. Very amusing. Solas enjoying himself I found surprising, but delightful. With everyone else hating it, his positivity kept me amused. I wonder how Dorian would fit in? Him being from Tevinter probably wouldn't go over well. I wonder if people would try to dissuade me from taking him? (10:14) Probably, but wherever I go, my man goes. Now I can't WAIT to go to the Winter Palace again! That will probably be my goal as I play through my next characters. That was fun! I wish I knew where all the halla statuettes were. I'm tempted to get myself the Inquisition game guide for Christmas, but I don't see that happening. I'll probably have to pay a bit of my NWFCU student loans so as to not be penalized for being late. Again. Apparently, my credit being dinged is a bad thing, but I'm not seeing the importance. Never did.
I am NOT destined to pay bills and die. To stay black and die, certainly, but not be leashed. I can't WAIT until I turn 24. Full Sail here I come! Maybe I can be part of the next Dragon Age game! Or the next Disney movie! Whatever I do, I do NOT want to be tied down for the rest of my life. Being a consultant would be nice. The thought of just being in one place is NOT my idea of a happy thought.
Yet I could be in the Hinterlands or wander around Skyhold for quite some time just looking at the landscape. Very well done. Beautiful game, beautiful and engaging story. The characters are beautifully developed. LOVE IT! Inquisition deserved all the praise and awards. I just wish I didn't have to gather materials to gain the Specializations. Whose "bright idea" was that? Not. Happy. That's my only complaint, though. So far. For right now. If there are any more, I'll be surprised. Thanks for that Qunari addition, but I will not be playing as one. Felt off. Haven't been a dwarf yet. That needs to be remedied. Scout Harding appears to be romanceable. They have the ❤ option there, so it's worth pursuing. Great personality, from what I've seen. Looks have, almost, nothing to do with it. Shoulders up matter. If I can't stand looking at them or listening to them as they speak, it will not work. Eyes are the most important. And voice. They, unfortunately, trump personality. (10:35) Unless they are badass, in which case, eh. Haven't come across that yet. Don't expect to. At least, not in my generation. I see myself with someone much older than myself. Or a single, foster mom once I get myself situated. A bunch of kids and a bunch of dogs. Young ones and pitbulls. Maybe a few teenagers and a husky. I prefer the company of kids and animals to people my own age. Must be the ADHD. I haven't been officially tested, but the online tests I did take point to it. Probably why I am so fixated on Dragon Age.
Oh. Time to go. (10:44)
Challenge 1: Object Writing- Days 12-14: "Where" Writing
Day 12: "Where" Writing
5 minutes: A Cliff by the Ocean
Do I walk to the edge or stay back and enjoy the view from here? This new house I am looking at is by a cliff overlooking the ocean giving me a perfect view of the setting sun. I can feel the prickle of the grass on my feet as I remove my shoes and easy my way to the edge. Not quite Pride Rock will all its grass, but it does have the splendor. I stand a few inches from the edge taking in the breeze. At the bottom of the cliff is a beach that extends into the soon to be black ocean, though, right now it is already reflecting starlight. But as I continue to look I have to wonder where the sky ends and the ocean begins…
10 minutes: Park Bench in the City
I can't decide what I like the most; the park during the day or the park at night. I plant myself on the same park bench to enjoy the quiet that is not the city. During the day I hear dogs parking, people laughing and children yelling "Fetch!" or "Go get it!" The light allows for shadows; people have picnics in the shade of the trees. A toddler blows dandelion seeds into the breeze. The happiness of the day as I watch people play takes all of my stresses away, but then there is the quiet of the night. I get to see the beauty of the moon and the stars. The bench resides by a lake whose true beauty can, in my opinion, is only seen at night. I see the starlit sky twice. The moon allows the shadows to dance and the breeze provides the tune. The stars twinkle to the beat. A sight that only a night walk on a beach can defeat. No sound, just my breathing and the breeze. No crickets tonight.
90 seconds: Hotel Bar
The girl at the bar is trying her best to show off her knowledge of football to the men as they watch on the 64′ flatscreen. I can't help but roll my eyes. She's trying…
Day 13: "Where" Writing
5 minutes: Suburban Swimming Pool
I look left and right before crossing the street. I don't want to be seen. This is the only time I'll actually be able to enjoy the pool, at night. I throw my bag over the fence and climb over. Oh, good, I don't have to uncover it. I was here when the pool first opened, but ended up leaving soon after because the parents didn't know how to get their children to behave. They were running and screaming, it made me think one of the lifeguards was going to snap or maybe even have a conniption. I slide into the deep end and float on my back. I dive under and let my legs become a tail…
10 minutes: The Old Fishing Hole
My father, uncle, sister and I drive towards our favorite fishing spot. Trees whizz by as there is no traffic, minimal stoplights. We end at a lake half surrounded by trees with many trails going through them. There are two brown tables on a grassy patch by the lake. Dad and I put all our gear on one, my uncle, mom's brother, claims the other. The sky is grey for the sun has not yet completely risen and the lake appears to be brown. Moments later, dad casts out a line and we wait. A heron stands motionless on the opposite side of the lake, bright white in the awakening sunlight. Joggers eventually appear soon after my father cheers, but it is short lived. The fish he thought he had had wrapped the line around a stick. My father had thought he had caught a large fish. Everyone was disappointed. Impressed by the fish's intelligence, but disappointed. Pretty soon the grey tint is replaced with a color array as the sun joins in on the day. Grey turns to green wherever it is to be seen. The winds blow when there is another line thrown, hopefully sending it farther. Since we only have an hour.
90 seconds: Under an Umbrella
Everyone seems to be in a hurry to get inside. I must admit I am just fine. This rains is currently doing nothing to me for by giant umbrella is blocking the rain from hitting me.
Day 14: "Where" Writing- Final Day of Challenge One!
5 minutes: One the City Bus
The blue seats reflect the light into my face. I have to lean to the side a little. The bus grumbles and quickly leans to one side as if it was about to tip, but it just hit a pothole. Twice. Buildings are sky high as we pass them by. I'm in no rush. If I was, I wouldn't be on a bus. The city is filled with funny people to watch, especially since there is a convention not far away, just a couple of blocks. I pull the string, the bus stops and away I go, but first I have to put my mask on…
10 minutes: Wedding in an Old Church
The church is small and, given the type of architecture, I'd say old. I'm not too… I can't do this one.
90 seconds: Canoe on the River
The paddle creates ripples as it enters the river, pushing me forward. The canoe glides through the water with ease, only the rocks are a danger.
Challenge 1: Object Writing- Days 9-11: "When" Writing
Day 9: "When" Writing
5 minutes: Summer Rainstorm
I sit and watch the clouds roll in, not hearing what anyone is saying. I see people pointing to the sky; looking concerned, but it doesn't bother me. The children enjoying their play despite the impending storm, however, does. No school for them and so they play all day. I just wish more attention they would pay. It isn't until the winds begin to race and the rain comes pouring down that they scatter. The clamour of the rain drowns out other sounds. The glows grow darker, blocking the sun. The children's play is ruined, unless they threw on bathing…
10 minutes: Graduation
Hats fly through the air, people embrace and families cheer. Music plays as the sun gazes. All accomplishments are appreciated and express. Balloons are passed about as laughter engulfs the air. Proud parents are in tears as gifts are given in congradulations. Prohibited blow horns blaring and everyone is free of caring!
90 seconds: Wedding Rehearsal Dinner
People chatter over the clamour of clinking utensils and glasses. Congratulations are thrown about and cheers with smiles from ear to ear.
Day 10: "When" Writing
5 minutes: Six in the Morning
Why in the world do people willingly get up this early? Sleep is pleasing as is dreaming so as to get rid of the stresses of the previous evening. But as I lay in my bed, I cannot seem to keep down my head. Suddenly, a little light bleeds through. Using my fore and middle finger, I separate the blinds and cannot believe my eyes. Hovering over the lade is the sun spreading color in every which direction. The sky is of purple, orange, red and yellow. The trees are different shades of yellow and green and I cannot seem to be able to tell where the sky ends and the ground begins! Oh, the beauty of the sunrise! This is the reason of the early rise!
10 minutes: First Snowfall
As I read by the fire, a subtle movement catches my eye. I rush to the window in time to see the first of the snowflakes dancing in delight. They sway and rise and fall in the wind. If the wind blows just right, it sounds like its singing. Little white crystalline forms move to the wind's tune as the crackle of the fire plays along. Along the windowsill they stand, introducing themselves to myself and all the land. Eventually, the trees are frosted with white along with the porch and torch light. All the flakes have things to do, but I don't think adding beauty to everything was quite what they had in mind. I can imagine a gown made of and to look like snow. I would not mind giving it a go. But that thought is lost with the swaying of the trees for there is no more breeze. Now the snow simply falls on its own good graces, landing in all of the open places. I see lights coming on in houses across the way. I think children are about to run out and play. If they are smart they will not come my way. For a snowball fight is fun until I send them on the run. On whichever team I am in we tend to win.
90 seconds: Easter Sunday
The dye is mixed and ready and waiting as I scratch into the eggs the design I am making. Scratch, scratch, scratching away until the dye comes into play. Red, blue, purple and green.
Day 11: "When" Writing
5 minutes: Late Evening
What I love most is the light of the stars. As the closest star sets it reveals the rest. White little dots in the sky that seems to twinkle as I walk by. Orion is keeping us all safe while the little dipper bear continues to enjoy the company of his big dipper mother. I do not remember the details of the story, but a bear and her cub were thrown into the sky to become stars. Their tails stretched as they were thrown. Oh, I do love the stars! So many stories to tell, so much history to learn. And they are the beauty of the world. Nay, the universe.
10 minutes: Loved One's Funeral
I have never been to a funeral nor would I like to attend one. But I do have plans for mine. It will not be your usual tear filled, dull event with everyone dressing in black. I want people to show up in cosplay to my funeral of all my favorite characters from shows, plays, movies and books. I also want a few people there showing up dressed as the Grim Reaper. I want the one from Black Butler there along with Botan from Yu-Yu-Hakusho as well as any other versions there are throughout history. As much as crying would be appreciated, there shall be none of it. It will be a celebration! Death is only the beginning. There's nothing to be afraid of. And with everyone dressed up in cosplay, there should be laughter at least, which is partially the point. If my spirit is still a floating around, I'll wanna see some KICK ASS cosplays! I'm talking details! And I want all my organs donated before I am cremated and put in an urn that looks like Andraste's from Dragon Age: Origins. Or like the urn that Elsa escapes from in Once Upon A Time. Whichever is cheaper, I'm not picky.
90 seconds: Crossing the Finish Line
Heart pumping; legs burning; neck and neck. Arms swinging rapidly as I make this turn. The red ribbon is just ahead. A little more; I pull ahead; I reach out…
Challenge 1: Object Writing- Days 6-8: "Who" Writing
Day 6: "Who" Writing
5 minutes: Sailor
As the ship bounces and bobs through the waves, the sun sets, casting shadows about. The sky is in shades of blue and purple. Black has not yet set in. I go about turning on lights and tying things down. Stars can be seen as I look away from the sun, but I prefer to watch its descent, along with the stars. We are there to say goodbye. The sea is reflecting the sky as the sun bids us all adieu. I will be getting some shut eye in a moment or two.
10 minutes: Waitress Clearing a Table
No one really seems to mind just leaving their stuff around for someone else to pick up. Well, I shouldn't say "no one". Some ask for a trash can every now and again. I pass by a customer as I head for a table. Smiling. That's important, I have to smile. Even if I don't like the people, I have to smile. I go to the nearest table first knowing full well no one wants to see that. I stack up the plates and bowls to make them easier to carry. Takes some time, but then I won't have to make multiple trips. My arms shake as I pick them up. I had forgotten how heavy all this could be. I hear the clinking of the silverware as everything wobbles. Breathe. Just breathe… Crap. Now my hat is beginning to slide off my head. I'm not touching it until I get to the back and wash my hands. I step quickly, but carefully, smiling all the way. I wish they could have let me use the cart or a trey. THAT would have made my day. My arms begin to hurt and shake a little more. If I keep this up, this will all hurt my back even more. Company policy says no cart. Seems to me like they have no heart.
90 seconds: Priest
Old. Alone. Just with "God". I can't do this one anymore…
Day 7: "Who" Writing
5 minutes: Balloon Man
I have yet to meet someone who does not find some level of joy in a balloon. Especially a helium balloon. As I hand them out, I hear other inhaling them and talking in their new high pitched voices. A couple people think its a fantastic idea to shriek. I laugh and cringe at the same time. But I find their smiles quite pleasing. Making people smile is a joy and a delight. The sight of my balloon stand has people running; hats fly off heads; shoes are clamping; people are chuckling; children are giggling all because of my balloons. Red, yellow, orange, blue, violet green balls float through the air while everyone is running around without care.
10 minutes: Homeless Child
The child holds her only possession, a teddy bear, as she cuddles with her mother to keep warm. Her stomach grumbles, but she keeps it to herself. The last time she said something, her mother cried. After her daddy died in the war, everything changed. They lost everything even though her mother worked two jobs. They weren't enough. They lived in shelters when they could, but they didn't have any other family. The little girl never met her grandparents. They were mad at her mother, but she didn't know why. Her father's parents were dead, too. All she has in her mother and her teddy bear. According to a newspaper her mother picked up, its going to snow soon. They've started collecting newspapers and stuffing them into their clothes. A nice lady gave them hot cocoa one time. The little girl was excited. Unknown to her, it made her mother sad. The child tugged at her mother's arm and handed her the teddy bear to squeeze saying it always made her feel better. Her mother cried again, picked her up, and held her in her lap. A cold breeze went by causing them both to shiver. Some newspaper makes a crackling sound as her mother removes it from her shirt and puts it in the child's. It's all she can do at the moment. And it saddens her greatly.
90 seconds: Trucker
Eyes drooping; grip slipping; slumping in the seat. Things begin to blur. Bumping and rumbling jolt him straight up again. He looks at the dashboard; 4:30 AM.
Day 8: "Who" Writing
5 minutes: Cyclist
He pedals harder and harder, breathing rapidly and with difficulty. The clicking off the chains becomes his focus so as not to be distracted by his tiredness. Then, he heaves a sigh and is rushed into the air, hair blowing everywhere, peddling no longer a necessity. Then his cell rings and he stops to answer it. His mother adds something to the shopping list. He groans as he looks back, sweat sliding down his face and neck. Not again…
10 minutes: Ballerina
Lights are blaring as the curtain is rising. It shouldn't have been all that surprising, but add that to the crowd size being overwhelming… at first he just stands there, not quite sure if he really wanted to be there. His father had verbalized his disapproval many times and told him to pick a sport. Only his mother was a comfort. She told him to be whatever he wanted to be. And what he wanted to be was a dancer. He was particularly fond of ballet. He sees his mother smiling broadly in the audience. When his part comes, she is the only one there. The lights are comfortable, there is only one seat. They are back in the living room of their home. She is swaying to the beat of the music, moving along with him. Alert to every step, every move, every sound. His main supporter. His only encourager. And she cries with pride. Suddenly, he hears applause and everyone is on their feet. Everyone cheers as he bows. He looks up smiling, but it fades when he looks at the door. His father is there. But he ends up joining his mother in tears as his father raises his hands and brings them together, beaming. Finally, applause. Approval.
90 seconds: Puppy
His entire body wiggles as his tail wags. His little body could go any which way at any moment! He chases sticks, cuddles with the children and he does not whine at all!