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I'm a Brat and Proud of it!!

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 08:29:18 GMT

Had an interesting conversation with my brother the other day. Made me step back and consider some things in a way I never had before.

As most of you know I was born into the military Brat life. I spent 17 years in a life style that not many have ever experienced. I moved every two years or so. Had no perception of race or racism. Never really had a best friend. When asked where home was I would always reply 'every where'. I got extremely good at making aquaintances, and adapting to change quickly. My family was always there for me, and they became the one constant in my life. Attending Thanksgiving with a bunch of officers and enlisted guys at the mess was a highlight of November. Dress up consisted of wearing my dad's tanker boots and helmet or wearing BDU's and painting my face and playing guerilla warfare in the backyard.

My extended family remained a distant prescense that I would only see every few years during the summer. I expected to always see new and exotic places. I learned how to understand thick accents. I learned what real patriotism is. I have a love hate relationship with the Navy football team. My dad and I have even engaged in playing practical jokes during football season. One year we even bought a goat.

I became used to being one of the few children at official functions. I had my own gas mask assigned to me and was taught how to put it on in an emergency. I know what a building exploding sounds and feels like. I know what it is like to know that you will be leaving your father in a dangerous country, not knowing if he'll make it back alive, or if the plane they put you on in the middle of the night is going to be destroyed by terrorists. I know what it's like to look outside the window of an airplane and realize you're being escorted by F-16's.

Most of this I remember very clearly. The younger I got the fuzzier the memories get. But this has formed who I am today. I have problems forming close relationships with people, because I've never needed to do that before. I can't stay in contact with people because I've already left so many behind it would be impossible to stay connected with them. I don't have a problem what color or religion you are. But I keenly know the rift that has been develped purposefully between the Officer and enlisted class. As a result I have a very harsh way of viewing people who are considered a different 'class'. I have an insatiable wanderlust, but because my parent's or the military was always there to organize a trip I flip out when I haven't prepared enough for a trip or if I don't have a 'guide'.

I've always considered two of my siblings to have a least a decent understanding of what I've gone through, believing they had gone through it as well. However after speaking with Daniel, I realized he was 10 when my dad left the army, while I was 17. For the majority of the time my dad was in the military he was just a baby! No wonder he doesn't remember much. Then my other sister just doens't talk about it. And the youngest was way too young to remember anything at all.

I'd never felt more alone at that moment, realizing that an experiencing I thought I had shared with my family, was nothing more than just fuzzy memories. Some thing that had so profoundly shaped me, didn't nearly influence them as much. It makes me sad that they can't remember all the amazingly cool things we saw and did. And it makes me sad that we don't have the common experience.

But what can I do? Not much I guess.

Sadness and Yay! at the same time...

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 19:08:47 GMT

So my desktop is in it's final death throes. I know this for a few reasons... it's making agonizing moaning noises, and my internet is barely functional. I'm sure I can squeeze a few more months of use out of it, but it would be more trouble than it's worth, reformatting, reinstalling the OS, replacing fans and upgrading some hardware. I figure my time is better spent driving to a tiny computer store, more like an ubergeek cave, and give them a list of what I want in my new computer and tell them to 'Make it so'.

Hopefully in a week I'll be driving a Cadillac of computers! I'm quite excited.

I could have built it myself, but I'm busy, I've got class to study and files to prepare for transfer. These guys will do it for me for $40. That's a good deal. And all the parts are at wholesale prices. Even better.

Farewell my faithful Sony Vaio. You have served me well. Parts of you will live on, after I have stripped you for the components...

I am fucking BRILLIANT!!

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 20:45:07 GMT

While driving around the Springs today I was lit up with something so amazing, I am almost giddy with excitement. Now before I reveal what this is, please don't judge me! Yes I am a big nerd, geek, fangirl, call me whatever.

So here goes... Ready all you Supernatural fans??

The Great Hunters' Rally.

Starting in Lawrence, Kansas, a cross country road trip with fellow Supernatural freaks attempting to emulate the lifestyle of a hunter. There will be bars visited, seedy motels, camping in the woods or sleeping in the car. Seeing America from your car. All the beautiful places, all the weird roadside attractions. Historic greasy spoon diners. And best of all, we will specifically tour known haunted locations. Maybe even go on an honest to god ghost hunt.

I think if we publicize the hell out of it we can get a decent group to participate.

So I need help to organize this. I'm shooting for next summer. Any ideas would be excellent as well.

Who's with me?!

I am such a fangirl!!

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 08:13:31 GMT

Supernatural season 5 premiered tonight... or I guess last night since it's now 2am.

I grinned like an idiot during the entire episodes. There were a few times when I frowned, saying, "What the hell is wrong with Bobby?" and "Holy crap!". You know, stuff like that.

Then I broke into a fit of giggles when I realized that Dean is now literally a 'tool'. Granted supposedly a very sharp pointy tool, but a tool nonetheless. And he really says the most amazing things, like "Angel Condom". The writers must have a blast coming up with his lines.

Castiel rocks even harder now. I can't wait to see more of what happens to him. From some of the spoilers I've heard it should be interesting.

The fangirl in the episode was frickin' AWESOME. First she was writing slash fanfiction (which I'm not into, but the fact they're referencing it yet again on the show is funny), and then she got to carress Sam's pec. I'm not a huge Sam girl, but even I will admit I would love to run my hands over that Adonis like body of his. So ripply and purty. I think they're feeding him steroids in those gummy worms he eats.

And I think God is up to something sneaky. All the angels think he's not been paying attention, I think they forgot a key word. Omniscience. Which means there's no way God doesn't have any idea what is going on. They better be careful when he decides to step in, they might get grounded.

I'm going to have to download the episode and watch again sometime soon :D

Hitler writes fanfiction..

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 07:02:14 GMT

This is a fantastic youtube video. Hitler wants to know what's going on at the Supernatural Panel at Comicon. Warning there are spoilers for season 5. And anyone who is part of a fandom will probably enjoy this :)

Role Reversal...

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 07:23:20 GMT

While I lived under the same roof as my mother, I was lazy. I always knew that she would pick up the slack. I'd do the dishes maybe two times a week. I'd never vacuum unless she needed my help and I never had any problem with the grocery shopping. Now that it's just me and my two siblings things have changed dramatically.

I've become a cleaning freak. Today my pet project was scouring off 15-20 years worth of grease that has accumulated on the stove area. My mom didn't even do that when she was here. Since my mom has left, not even a full week ago, I have done more cleaning that she would do on average. I've vacuumed twice, I do the dishes twice every day and I cleaned my bathroom. Normally the bathroom should be a pretty quick job. Not so this time. It took me 4 freaking hours to scour every last bit of my younger sister out of that cesspool. She had one of those sugaring kits to get rid of hair on her legs, it had spilled all over the cabinet that it was stored in. Damaged most of the stuff in there. I hauled out two large garbage bags of junk. Stuff she'd collected over the years that she'd never used. I can't believe I put up with it for that long.

Cleaning is a fact of life. So why am I making such a big deal over it? No one else is doing it, and when I bring it up they start treating me like I'm the slob and not doing all the work. I'm working a job, dealing with other things in my life too. My sister, she wakes up at 3pm, feeds the dogs, does the dishes and watches tv. That's ALL she does. Then she puts on this Holier-than-thou act. It's really starting to piss me off. Not to mention the changes and the going back to school has majorly stressed me out to the point where I feel like snapping at any point. I'm going to ask my doctor for happy pills again.

The only thing that seems to be going right is work. I'm in the top 10, which means I can bring my laptop and I get an extra $200 a month bonus. Then my supervisor is putting me in for advanced training. He mentioned to me today that it's not really training, it's a stealth job trial for a brand new position they're implementing. I'd get mucho pay, AND no more customers!!!! Hell YEAH!

So at least one thing is going ok for me. At least I'm using the cleaning as an outlet for my stress. It'll only get dangerous when I start trying to clean my teeth with Comet.

Supernatural Spa

Thu, 06 Aug 2009 06:59:12 GMT

TITLE: Supernatural Spa
RATING: T for Teen
SPOILERS: None
Word Count: 1951
SUMMARY: A haunted spa that Sam and Dean must investigate.
A/N: Written for losingntrnslatn 's 1hour2write com. I used the August challenge, picture #2. Beware, it's silly, unbeta'd stuff. I'll eventually get around to making sure the grammar makes sense and stuff, hell, I may even add onto it. But for now, it's to be posted here until I decide what to do with it.

Dean pulled at the peach colored polo shirt. He felt shameful wearing the uniform he and Sam had nicked from the Spa's laundry. White pants, polo and sandals made him look like some kind of gay yuppie.

“Dean,” Sam scolded in a low voice, “try to at least look like you work here. Right now you're looking like a disgruntled postal worker, not a massage therapist.”

“Dude, if some guy asks me to give him a hand of glory, I swear to-”

Sam cut him off, “Ok, you're thinking of the kind of massages you get. This is different. You're actually going to have to pretend to know what you're doing, so listen to me.” His hand went to the bridge of his nose for a moment, seemingly perturbed by the fact Dean couldn't distinguish between a massage parlor and a legitimate spa. “You're going to go in there,” he waved his hand at a closed rice-paper door, “and give whoever is on that table a massage. Meaning you work the muscles on their back, or wherever. No fondling, caressing or lewdness; and find out what they know about the ghost.”

“Fine,” Dean grabbed the duffel of weapons off the floor, “and if Casper sticks his fugly face in we blow it to hell. I'm not an idiot.”

“Coulda fooled me,” said Sam under his breath.

Dean slung the bag over his shoulder, “What did you say?”

“Nothing”

“Thought so.” Dean patted Sam on the back harder than necessary before sliding the door to the massage room open. He stopped cold after closing the door and turning around. She was lying prone on the massage table, a towel loosely draped over her hips and lower back. Holding his breath to prevent any inappropriate remarks, he nearly lost his composure when she spoke.

“Ricardo, could you work on my shoulders today? I did something to one of them yesterday while at work.”

Not sure how Ricardo spoke, Dean thought it best to play it safe. “I'm sorry, Ricardo went home sick. I'm uh,” he tried to think of a name a massage therapist would have, “I'm Sammy.” He grinned maliciously at the choice of name.

She turned slightly so she could see him, the crook of her arm barely containing one bountiful bosom. Her lips curled into a coy smile, “Well Sammy, I hope you're as good as Ricardo is. I demand a lot.”

God, this chick wasn't going to make it easy for him. “Sweetie, I think you'll be surprised.” He tossed the duffel into the corner and motioned for her to lay back down. A bottle of lotion was sitting on a table next to her. Liberally squirting a glob into his hand he gave it a test sniff. Damn, he was going to smell like fruit for the rest of the week now.

Massage was a skill that was in his repertoire. Albeit it usually involved handling body parts that would get him arrested in this instance, but unlike what Sam had implied he wasn't totally useless when it came to this kind of thing. There was a reason women enjoyed his company.

Starting at the base of her neck he kneaded the sides of her spine with his thumbs and worked his way across her shoulders feeling for any knots. She groaned happily, “Oh god. You're fantastic already. You've got the kind of hands a woman kills to have on her.”

Was she deliberately baiting him? Damn, this was going to be a bitch to keep professional. He felt a knot just below her shoulder blade and used both hands to work it. Clearing his throat he focused on the job, “So, how long have you been seeing Ricardo?”

“Past year or so,” she tensed slightly as he worked the knot a little harder.

“I heard things have been getting a little strange around here in the past couple weeks,” he frowned, that knot just wasn't going away.

“I guess you're not normally here?”

“No they called me in from one of the other branches.”

Her muscles finally started to relax, “Then you haven't heard about the drama.”

“What drama?” Dean focused back on her neck and the base of her head, gently pressing his fingers into the muscles.

“This one therapist, Liam was having an affair with a client of his. She used to brag to us. Good lord that woman was detailed too. The things they'd do, I'm getting a little worked up about just bringing it up.”

Dean's eyebrows shot up, he knew it. Massages always lead to sex. He cleared his throat, “So uh, what happened?”

“Her husband found out. Came into the spa and killed them both, right there. I was actually in a session when it happened.” Dean felt a shudder ripple through her body. “At first it sounded like some kind of scuffle. Then there was the screaming, and silence. Awful business.”

“That must have been terrible to hear.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I'm a wrestling ring girl, professionally. I'm used to seeing stuff like that.”

Damn, he needed to get this girl's number after all this. If he didn't know better he'd think Sam was waiting outside the door giggling like an idiot playing some big joke on him. “I don't remember seeing that in the papers.”

“Oh, they kept it all quiet. You know this being one of those high society spas and I guess he was some big name banker. After they arrested him he killed himself in his cell.”

Great, three potential vengeful spirits. They'd have to track down all of them and torch 'em to make sure they got the right one.

“You know what's really crazy? I overheard some of the employees saying she's still haunting the place. They said that she would start throwing stuff all over the room and chase any man out of the room thinking he's attacking the girl he's giving a massage to.”

That narrows it down. “Have you seen stuff move on its own?”

“No. But I would love to. All that ghost stuff is great, I can't get enough of it.”

Dean may just need to propose to her on the spot. “You know, I hope this doesn't sound inappropriate, but I'd love to get your-” he was cut off by a glass candle holder smacking him in the head. “What the hell?”

A volley of glass votive holders hurled through the air at him. Looks like the ghost had arrived. Ducking underneath the massage table he rolled out the other side and dragged the woman off it.

“What are you doing?” She scrambled for a towel to cover herself with, but she froze when she realized that the candles were barraging the table where she had just been.

“Looks like our ghost has come for a visit.” Dean reached for his duffel, a candle hit him on the arm dumping hot wax all over it. “Sonofabitch,” he swore trying to get the burning material off but only succeeding in also coating his fingers, hurting them as well.

“Oh my god! What are we going to do?” In her terror she had forgotten she was completely exposed.

Permanently saving the image in his mind Dean shoved a towel at her before unzipping his bag and pulling out an iron crowbar. Since the walls were made of rice-paper, using a shotgun with rock salt would spell disaster. “First I get you out of here. Then I'll finish this.” Standing up he caught a glimpse of a young woman wrapped in a towel. Her image flickered and disappeared before materializing again right next to him. Swinging the crowbar through her image she vanished and the candles fell to the floor.

Clutching the towel around her, Dean's massage client stood up, “How did you do that?”

“Spirits and iron don't mix. We need to go, she'll be back.” Before he could take a step towards the door, the ghost reappeared and hurled him through the paper door and into the hallway.

Dropping the towel the woman picked up the crowbar and swung it through the ghost, grinning when it vanished. “Take that bitch. Never did like you.”

Dean wanted this woman to have his babies. How the hell did such a woman exist? He picked himself out of the pile of wood and rice-paper, nodding at a few concerned employees who had appeared in the hallway. “Every thing's alright.” Tossing a towel at his new soul-mate he dragged her down the hall and into the waiting room. “We need to get out of here. She thinks that I'm a threat to you. I'd just leave, but I need to know more about what's going on so I can stop this.”

She stared at him for a moment, as if she were deciding he was nuts or if she needed to kick his ass. “Ok. Go wait outside, let me get my clothes on and I'll met you in the parking lot in five minutes. I doubt she'll come after me.”

He had just enough time to pull the Impala up to the front of the building before she emerged, dressed in a pair of pink sweatpants and a form fitting workout shirt. He had just called Sam to let him know what had gone down. His brother said he'd keep an eye out for the ghost, but it hadn't made an appearance in the mud wrap room.

“Wow, I love your car,” she leaned through the open passenger window, scoping out the inside. “I don't think I ever gave you my name. I'm Raquel.”

“Nice to meet you Raquel, I'm Dean,” he gave her his real name, because relationships can't be built on lies.

She smirked, “Dean hmm? So I take it you're not a massage therapist?”

“Nope.”

“I assume you were here only for that ghost then?” Raquel opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Yup.” Dean realized just how nice the front of her looked, he'd been getting used to looking at her backside. Not that it was any less nice to look at.

She checked her watch, “Ok, what did you need to know? I've got about twenty minutes before I need to go.”

“You got a hot date?” They were in no danger now. Dean might as well make his intentions known.

“Yeah, my husband will be here then,” she held up her left hand displaying the wedding band and massive rock on her engagement ring. “He gets a bit jealous when I'm with other men that have seen me naked.”

Attempting to hide his disappointment Dean grinned, “I guess I'll always have that.”

“You might not even have that. Professionally he's known as Frank the Hammer. He's been known to give guys such bad head injuries they develop problems with their memories.” She patted Dean's hand when his expression changed to one of uncertainty. “Let me tell you what you need to know and we can go our separate ways. The woman who was killed is Geneva Saucony, her husband was Arnold Saucony.” She climbed out of the car and turned back to Dean, “It was really great meeting you Dean. I wish you luck in what you do.”

Dean watched her walk away. What the hell had just happened?

Oh My!

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 19:37:03 GMT

So I've been putting together a workout regime for myself. With my sore joints and muscles I figure swimming is going to be the best way for me to tone my muscles. That and I have a LOT of experiencing swimming and although I am very out of practice I consider myself an advanced swimmer.

Since I've been doing my research I've also ran into a very interesting thing. Runners and swimmers do not like each other. Both sing praises about their sport and diss the other. It's vicious!

But I will not get into that, all I am going to say is I think swimming is the preferable sport for out of shape fat people. Partially because it is very easy on your joints, also if you know how to swim you can jump right into any stroke and start working out. Running you have to already be somewhat in shape to do effectively. I don't know about you but I can't run for a few minutes without needing to stop.

Plus swimming is fun! You don't realize you're sweating because all of the water, and there's water! Yay!

The only downside, and it's a bit of a catch-22, is that you have to wear a swimsuit. Larger people tend to have low self esteem when it comes to clothing. Swimsuits are very revealing. But without some kind of exercise you're not going to look better in a suit. For myself the shame dissipates as soon as I'm in the water. So if I can jump in while everyone's backs are turned, yay for me!

This whole swimming fixation started when we went to Phoenix. There was a pool in the hotel and we'd go at about 11pm to swim. Martha, my younger sister who NEVER says anything nice, and who is also vain and self absorbed actually commented that my suit looks pretty good on me. I just about died right there. First she was looking at my wearing my suit and second I didn't repulse her. Holy frickin' cow!!

OMFG!

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 19:16:41 GMT

For my job Ihave access to millions of residents of Southern california. As a result we often get calls from really famous people. Then we have their personal info. Granted I would NEVER give out that information, but it can be cool knowing you have that privledged information. And I' got to share this. Jensen Ackles has our service! I'd never violate his privacy, but DAMN why do Ihave to be such an ethical person?

Fond Memories...

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 06:39:53 GMT

When I was younger we spent a summer in North Dakota. That was a glorious summer. There was a pirate map, treasure buried on an island (there were ring pops!), fishing, singing to fish, my dad catching a HUGE fish that was nearly as tall as me, my first Star Wars memory and then the 4th of July. Overall a very important summer towards the development of Me.

We stayed with my grandparents in their doublewide 'cabin' at lake Sacajawea (People from ND pronounce it Sacaca-wee-a, not that pussy phonetic way most people say it). At the cabin there was an immaculate green lawn that was cool on my bare tootsies, smelled great and was a blast to cut on Grampa's riding lawn mower. We could walk down a dusty path down a huge hill to the dock, where Grampa's boat was kept. I told him it was Marvelistic and he loved the name so much he got it painted on the side of the boat. We'd go out on the boat fishing, and I remember my dad catching the largest fish I've ever seen that year, and another smaller one that hemoraged and bled out over everything. At first we thought my dad had cut himself, but it was just a poor eviserated fish.

Some friends of my Dad came to visit for a while too. They had a daughter my age, Jenny. She's actually an officer in the Army now, went to West Point and everything. But that week we were hunting for pirate treasure. I don't know what sparked it, but our parents got us pretty excited with tales of pirates that used to sail the lake. One day the wind had picked up, it was going to storm. In a few hours the ground would shake from the booms of thunder. They were the kind of storms you could feel in your bones. We were excited and everything felt dangerous. With bandanas tied around our heads we ventured out, and I found a piece of burned parchment on the ground.

The pirates had painstakingly created a map of the area using crayon and ballpoint pen. No doubt there had been a fire on their ship and the edges of the map were blackened and there was a hole in one corner. Jenny and I didn't have a clue as to where the map would lead us, but fortunatly we had Grampa's boat and our parent's as a guide. The next morning we loaded up the boat and headed towards the island the map pointed us to. The island was barren, covered only in prarie grass and some brambles. Following the map we discovered dinosaur bones the pointed in an arrow towards a small hill, but we were cut off from it from a huge bramble thicket. The map indicated it was dangerous, a lesson we learned the hard way when Jenny's father was sucked into the brambles and had to be hauled out by my dad.

As we neared our destination I was struck by a sudden fear; we were moments away from where the pirates had hidden their treasure, what if they had cursed it? Or booby trapped it? Hell, they could still be on the island watching the treasure. I forced my dad to uncover the pile of rocks that hid the jar that was filled with our treasure. In the jar was a collection of coins and rings, all edible, and a few pretty fans that they likely stole from some wenches. Our adventure for the day over we headed home, and since that day I have steadfastly believed that pirates still haunt the waters of lake Sacajawea.

Over the next few days we visited family, one of them my cousin Jon. The June weather had gotten very hot, so we decided to stay inside where his parents had the luxury of central air. I lay back on the couch, upside down, my feet propped up on the backrest and my head hanging off the couch. I believe this is why my memories of the Empire Strikes Back is so surreal. Watching the antics of Yoda while having the blood rush to your head is a unique experience, a little frightening too.

Back at the lake we geared up to celebrate the 4th of July. Bottle rockets, little tanks that light up and go spastic, sparklers and all kinds of explosives were present. That night was a blur of lights, fire and noise. Since then I've had other 4th of July's at the lake, but that first was a special kind of magic I'll never forget.

Pretty colors!!

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 03:46:17 GMT

Last night my sister, Martha, and I vegged out in front of the tv until 2am. We'd both had a long day and in a rare moment of sisterly bonding (these moments are rare when there's a ten year gap between us) we decided to watch tv. The remote stopped on one of the HBO channels. Speed Racer, nearly a third of the way done, was playing and the pretty technicolor pictures kept us zombified and unable to tear ourselves away. I'm not aware that there was a plot, but I KNEW racer X was Speed's brother. Just like the cartoons. However I sufficiently tired enough I was confused when he said he wasn't Speed's brother.

So we sat there for the rest of the film, occasionally mimicing the sound the Mach 5 made when it jumped over cars and generally staring at the pretty colors. I don't know if that movie is any good in normal situations, but it is fantastic when you're half asleep. I imagine that if you were stoned or drunk it might be equally as fantastic too.

The worst thing, though, was the dream I had with the monkey in it afterwards...

28 questions meme.

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 06:21:08 GMT

28 questions meme.

I want to know 28 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never really clicked, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my flist, so let me know with whom I'm friends!

1. Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song or Album:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favorite memory of us?
14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) - what are they?
17. Can we get together and make a cake?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)
28. Will you repost this so i can fill it out for you?

Gankity Ganked

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 23:04:49 GMT

Ganked from losingntrnslatn
Rules:
1. You can ONLY answer 'Yes' or 'No'.
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks—and, believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming. Nothing is exactly as it seems.

Copy and paste this, delete my answers, type in your answers, and tag as many of your friends as you'd like to.

Been arrested? — No
Kissed someone you didn't like? — Yes
Slept in until 5 PM? — Yes
Fallen asleep at work/school? — Yes
Held a snake? — Yes
Ran a red light? — Yes
Been suspended from school? — No
Experienced love at first sight? — No
Totalled your car in an accident? — No
Been fired from a job? — No
Fired somebody? — No
Sung karaoke? — Yes
Pointed a gun at someone? — No
Did something you told yourself you wouldn't? — Yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? — No
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? — Yes
Kissed in the rain? — No
Had a close brush with death (your own)? — No
Saw someone die? — Yes
Played Spin-the-Bottle? — No
Smoked a cigar? — Yes
Sat on a rooftop? — Yes
Smuggled something into another country? — Yes
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? — Yes
Broken a bone? — No
Skipped school? — Yes
Eaten a bug? — Yes
Sleepwalked? — Yes
Walked on a moonlit beach? — Yes
Ridden a motorcycle? — Yes
Dumped someone? — Yes
Forgotten your anniversary? — No
Lied to avoid a ticket? — No
Ridden in a helicopter? — No
Shaved your head? — No
Blacked out from drinking? — No
Played a prank on someone? — Yes
Hit a home run? — Yes
Felt like killing someone? — Yes
Cross-dressed? — Yes
Been falling-down drunk? — Yes
Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? — Yes
Eaten snake? — Yes
Marched/Protested? — No
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? — No
Puked on an amusement ride? — No
Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? — Yes
Been in a band? — Yes
Knitted? — Yes
Been on TV? — Yes
Shot a gun? — Yes
Skinny-dipped? — Yes
Given someone stitches? — No
Eaten a whole habenero pepper? — No
Ridden a surfboard? — Yes
Drunk straight from a liquor bottle? — Yes
Had surgery? — Yes
Streaked? — Yes
Been taken by ambulance to a hospital? — No
Tripped on mushrooms? — No
Passed out when NOT drinking? — No
Peed on a bush? — Yes
Donated Blood? — No
Grabbed electric fence? — No
Eaten alligator meat? - Yes
Eaten cheesecake? — Yes
Eaten your kids' Halloween sweets? — No
Killed an animal when not hunting? — No
Peed your pants in public? — No
Snuck into a movie without paying? – No
Written graffiti? — No
Still love someone you shouldn't? — Yes
Think about the future? — Yes
Been in handcuffs? — Yes
Believe in love? — Yes
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? — No

No tagging... Just do it if you feel like it. :D

For teh Win!

Fri, 29 May 2009 05:16:39 GMT

Ganked from losingntrnslatn

Your results:
You are Jean-Luc Picard

Jean-Luc Picard		85%
Chekov		70%
Deanna Troi		70%
Uhura		65%
An Expendable Character (Redshirt)		65%
Spock		62%
Worf		60%
James T. Kirk (Captain)		55%
Will Riker		55%
Data		53%
Mr. Scott		50%
Beverly Crusher		50%
Geordi LaForge		50%
Leonard McCoy (Bones)		40%
Mr. Sulu		35%

A lover of Shakespeare and other
fine literature. You have a decisive mind
and a firm hand in dealing with others.

Click here to take the Star Trek Personality Quiz

I Wroted Something!!

Thu, 28 May 2009 03:19:57 GMT

Ok, I kept telling myself that I needed to start writing original stuff... and maybe then I'd finish something for once. But then I had a small burst of inspiration and went back to shooting myself up with liquid FanFiction. Then I decided to write this. I thought about going more dark and twisted, but I realized some of what I was thinking was scaring me and I didn't want it on paper...at least not just yet.

Anyways, here you are! Some Supernatural FanFiction. It's a shortie, but fun... well mildly disturbing I guess is a better word.

The First Cut's the Deepest

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dawn in Hell wasn't marked by a sunrise. Instead, each morning Dean Winchester woke with a gasping breath, completely whole. Each morning the grinning face of Alastair appeared and offered to stop Dean's suffering and take him down off the rack. Coming up with new ways to say no each time Dean rejected the offer. As the days and years wore on it became harder to come up with new responses.

Today Dean gasped awake once more. Pure agony gripped his chest with each breath as searing air burned his lungs. A mere paper cut compared to what he suffered on a daily basis. Distant screams and groans of other tortured souls echoed through the desolate wasteland before him. His eyes closed for a moment, tears of despair leaking from them; this was his lot for all eternity. The thirty years in the Pit so far were not even enough to be considered a drop in the bucket. A sob escaped his parched lips. Nothing was worth this, not even Sam's life.

A rough hand grabbed his face, “Good morning sunshine. What'll it be today?” Alastair, in all his demonic glory dug bony fingers into Dean's face forcing him to look the demon in his eyes. Flawless white orbs stared back. Dean discovered when he first arrived that all the demons looked differently. Some were the traditional goat-like creatures, others looked distinctly serpentine, Alastair chose a more human approach, but had gotten the details wrong somewhere in the making. His head was as smooth and pale as his eyes, he had no ears and a pointed aquiline nose. Teeth rotted in his mouth and the rest of his body was skeletal. He resembled a corpse.

Putrid breath made Dean try to turn his head, but he couldn't and instead coughed weakly. “Go on, ask me Alastair. Ask me what you do every morning.” Dean stared listlessly into those eyes. The fight left him, there was no point to it anymore. Why be tortured for eternity? Alastair was offering him a small mercy.

“Impatient, aren't you Dino? Fine, have it your way, I'll cut the small talk. Here's the deal, I'll take you off the rack, you'll never have to suffer one more minute of my cutting, raking, peeling and my personal favorite, the slicing, ever again. But in return, you're going to take up my knife.” Alastair turned, as if expecting the answer of no.

“Ok.”

“What?”

Dean sobbed, and said in a voice that could barely be heard, “Ok.”

Alastair grinned and pressed his face next to Dean's, “I'm sorry, I can't hear you.”

Miserable, Dean screamed, “I said I'd do it. Now get me off this fucking rack.”

The demon clapped his hands together and still grinning grabbed Dean by the throat lifting him clear of the hooks that held him impaled to the rack. For the first time in a long time Dean stood free. Pain shot through his entire body, but it was relatively minor. Trying not to think about his next task he stretched, marveling at feeling something akin to joy when he thought for the rest of eternity he would be miserable.

“It only gets better from here kiddo,” Alastair slapped Dean on the back congenially. “Now onto the next part of the deal. I've got the perfect slab of meat for you. She just got in today.”

Dean hesitated, not sure he really wanted to go through with this. He glanced back at the rack, knowing he'd be hung right back up there and Alastair may never offer him the deal again. Not wanting to risk it he trailed after the demon that had just freed him.

After what seemed years of walking Alastair stopped in front of a young woman. She was crying and screaming for her children. “Stupid whore thought if she killed her children and herself that she would escape the nightly beatings her husband gave her. It's a shame that murder and suicide are a sin, now she'll never get to see those babies of hers.” He handed Dean a wicked looking razor, “Have at her.” Turning to leave he paused, “Oh, and there will be a test at the end, if you don't do it right, I'll have to demonstrate on you the correct technique. So no half-assed work Dean, I expect only quality from you.”

He watched Alastair leave before turning back to the woman. The razor felt familiar in his hand. It was nice to have something from his life back. The woman noticed him for the first time, “Oh God, you've got to help me. Please, where am I? Where are my kids?” She pulled uselessly at her bonds.

Steeling himself Dean imagined her as she killed her innocent children. It was as if the actual memory of her doing the act hit him. She was in the kitchen making milkshakes and putting drain cleaner in them. Two young girls with curly brown hair and sweet innocent faces were excited for the treat and drank them quickly. As the woman stood watching her children groan in pain and coughing up blood, their little eyes pleading for her help, she leaned over them apologizing, saying it would be for the best. After they were still after minutes of torture, she went to her closet and pulled out a gun and finished herself off.

Blinking Dean was suddenly back, “You watched you children die in agony before you took the quick painless way out.” He leaned towards her looking her in the eyes, searching for something.

She sobbed, “I couldn't shoot my babies. I-I couldn't bring myself to.”

“But you could poison their ice cream and watch as they coughed up their stomachs?” Dean shook his head, “Well guess what lady, you're in Hell now. And it's gonna hurt more than what they suffered.”

He took the razor and held it up so she could see it. “Are you ready for the first day of the rest of eternity?”

Her eyes widened as the full truth of what he said settled on her. “P-please, no. Oh god. Please...”

“God's not here. I am.” Dean took a deep breath and made his first cut.

Decisions...

Tue, 05 May 2009 05:37:32 GMT

I've made some decisions I think will be very good for me. First I decided that I really like writing, and I'm fairly decent at it when I'm careful and put some effort into it. It's not something I think I will make money off of, but I'm going to try. In my spare time I'm going to really focus on honing my craft. To do so I had to be truthful about myself in a way I've never been. I hate asking for help. I think that's my problem when it comes to study groups and things like that. It means I need to share why I need help with something and in my eyes I see myself as a failure if I can't do something on my own. I need to get past that. Recently I've found if I talk with people about an idea or a plot it helps to really develop in my head. I can sleep better too if I get it out in the open. Kinda like therapy, but with a plot.

So, I'm going to get a brainstorm buddy. I have a friend at work who reads fantasy and science fiction prolifically, and I'm going to offer to take her for coffee every other week if she can listen to me ramble on about plots and characters and give me a bit of input.

After I get someone to pour my ideas onto I'm going to write, write like I've never written before! But I'm going to take a break from Fanfiction. I'll use fanfiction as my motivation. If I can write something original, in between when I'm stuck or getting bored I can write something with characters made up by someone else. But as much as I love it, I'll never get done with something original until I can focus.

In addition to all this I am going to start reading good fiction. After I finish this series of books that Terry Goodkind wrote, I'm going to start with the classics. So everyone who chances by this, tell me what you favorite books are! I'm looking for examples of good writing, technical stuff, good characterization etc... I expect most of the classics already have those. I also want to experiencing different styles. The series I'm reading right now has already taught me some valuable techniques I'm going to start implementing. So I'm trying to broaden my horizons and help my skills to grow. Any reading suggestions would be wonderful!

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 20:31:51 GMT

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.
B) Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.

1. Make a list of things you can see without getting up
Walle, Junk Mail, A stack of VHS movies, a glass of water, a clock and a lamp

2. How do you style your hair?
Straight.

3. What are you wearing right now?
Sweatpants and a sweat shirt

4. What kind of job would you never work with?
The food industry.

5. Do you nap a lot?
Depends. I go through phases of extreme napping to no napping.

6. Who was the last person you hugged?
My Mommy!

7. What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
Supernatural and that show Rescue Me.

8. What was the last thing you ate today?
A brownie

9. Which is your favorite chick flick movie?
The Man from Snowy River

10. What websites do you always watch when you get online?
Wikipedia...

11. What was the last thing you bought?
I paid some of my student loan, does that count?

12. What are you doing right now?
Paying bills.

13. What do you think about when you go to bed at night?
How I totally kicked ass on that last civilization game.

14. What is your favorite food?
Ice Cream

15. What is the ring tone for your cell phone?
Don't Fear the Reaper.

16. Which Hogwarts house would you be in? Why?
Ravenclaw... that is one of them right? Because I like to be a smarty pants.

17. How are you?
bored.

18. What are you currently reading?
Just finished the second Dexter book and I started a book on writing exercises because my writing abilities currently suck ass.

19. Say something about the person who tagged?
I forgive you for not knowing who I was at the wedding :-P ;)

Time to get that rear in gear!

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 15:58:29 GMT

Ok, so I feel like a whale lately. My diet would have worked if it hadn't been for my cheating, sneaking of food and general stubborness about it. Which leads me to determine that my eating issues are primarily psychological. So screw how much I eat, I'll focus on another area instead. Tomorrow I'm going to go to the YMCA, get a membership and start swimming. I'm good at that. I used to swim competitively. The only downside is I will need to get up early in the morning and goggles make my eyes feel weird.

Bah!

Costumes are fun!!

Thu, 02 Apr 2009 07:01:25 GMT

So Jana, my equally evil twin, or parallel dimension double... we're not quite sure of the particulars yet, will be participating with me in a costume at Starfest. Mac and Zac are yet to chime in if they want to do it, but it would be hella cool.

Anyways, we need tattoos for this particular venture. I played around a bit, decided that eyeliner, and sharpie's had too high of a chance of smearage and crooked lines. Airbrushing would take too much practice (if I had more time that is what I would have gone with though), so I opted for buying temporary tattoo paper and printing what I needed. Experiment one was completed today....

There are a few things I would have done differently. First I would have made sure ALL my hair was away from the application site. Perhaps having someone assist would help. Second I need to make sure I don't apply it while my skin is stretch taunt, it makes for a wrinkly tattoo. And third, I was still able to do, I applied a generous layer of transluscent powder, however the kind with glitter in it, may not be the best choice... must get new powder...

I'm going to wear it around for a few days, see how it wears and go from there :D

Cool Meme

Fri, 06 Mar 2009 17:01:41 GMT

Ganked from losingntrnslatn

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!

Ok I have a LOT of WIP's. If anyone has any idea of how to actually finish them, I'm all ears.

Here's a selection from mine:

“Fine, but if you put a single scratch on this find body of mine, I'll kill you again.”
Dean had gawked at it with the rest of the people that had been invited to the grand opening, but had decided it looked like every other dried up corpse he'd seen and decided to occupy himself with the champagne.
The priest sounded amused, “What you tell me is between you, me and God.”
"Why can't we get together and have a little lupine convention or something?”
Whoever came up with that saying 'boys will be boys' should be shot, hung, drawn and quartered.
Bobby laughed, “Gnomes or flamingos?”
Licking off his finger he decided that ectoplasm tasted delicious.
“Radek said that combination of Asgard programming, Ancient programming and Windows created a terminal error causing the…” Sheppard trailed off, his brow knitted, trying to recall what else had been explained to him.
Sheppard silently cursed the people who shot them down, the helicopter, the manufacturers of the helicopter, gravity, and Isaac Newton for discovering it.
“Allahu Akbar,” the haunting sound echoed off the mud brick buildings, tinged red from the rising sun.
She was tall, about their height, her blond hair pulled into a braid and wearing more clothing than the average woman in Santa Barbara; a pair of ancient jeans with a rust colored stain near a small hole on the thigh, a black tank top with a button up cowgirl style shirt on top.
She pushed an overfilled glass towards Dean, “Hell yeah. And once you're shit-faced, I completely plan on taking advantage of you.”

Interview

Fri, 06 Mar 2009 04:23:58 GMT

1) Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me!"
2) I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3) You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4) You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5) When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on...

Questions asked by losingntrnslatn

1. Of all the places you have lived in the world, where do you feel the most at home, and why?

My definition of 'home' is probably different to the majority of the world's. Sure, after moving to a new place I adapt and become comfortable living there. Becoming familiar with the places and people helps too. But is it really home? I'd have to say where ever I have a sense of family I am home. Those places are the lake in North Dakota I spent many summers with, when I am with my family (including extended family) and when I am with some very dear friends. So overall, there's only one place I feel at home, but many people I feel at home with.

2. If there were no restrictions whatsoever to what you could do...what is the one costume you would make for yourself?

I have always wanted to do a costume that required a horse. I would ride the horse around the convention, take it in the elevator with me and everything. Since I've been a little girl I've always wanted to have a horse inside a house for some reason.

3. If you could choose futures for yourself and your siblings, what would they be?

Rebekah would become a game tester for Blizzard and play World of Warcraft everyday. Or she'll get to see the world while studying anthropology. Daniel will get married, have lots of nieces and nephews for me and become a small town doctor after realizing how corrupt the drug companies are. Martha will become a professional pastry chef and open a restaurant. For myself I'd like to finish a degree, get married to my soul mate and write books on sewing and complete the list of research papers I would love to do and get published.

4. List the benefits of being a "Broad."

No problems with former boyfriends
Getting to see said former boyfriend cry
Hearing former boyfriend's new girlfriend being called 'trailer trash'
Knowing I have sisters for life
Being able to bond with sisters and being given advice (asked for or not, it rocks)
Cool t-shirts
The memories

5. Can Kim and I have a male nurse AND a cabana boy each when you put us in the home?

Ladies, the home I've been looking at is RUN by cabana boys that are all Registered Nurses. Plus they have several that are there only for 'eye candy' and anything else you can think candy should do.

Beautiful day!

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 19:21:01 GMT

So today is gorgeous outside. I had to get up early to get my mom to her procedure... she's getting some cosmetic work done, bearing 4 babies has worn her body down a bit and she wants to be able to show off her legs in Saudi Arabia (which I think may actually be illegal).

Today I'm going to be packing up my sewing stuff to take up to Denver tomorrow. I'm excited I'm going to help a friend with her wedding dress (technically they're already hitched, so it'll be a wedding celebration dress) but I've never sewn a wedding dress before and I'm totally jazzed. I'm also going to run to JoAnn's today to get the stuff for my sisters costume, which I want to try and finish this weekend too. She's going as Doctor Who's companion Romana.

On a sad note, my desktop bit the big one last night. Or at least the fan on the graphics card did. So I need to go get a new one today before I can play any WOW. :(

CD cover Meme.

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 17:58:51 GMT

Meme stolen from kittiethedragon . It's quite interesting.

1 - Go to "wikipedia." Hit “random”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to "Random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use photoshop or similar to put it all together. or click http://www.picnik.com/app#/home/welcome to edit the photo.

5 - Post it somewhere and either tell others to do it or don't.

And here's mine!

Diet Update...

Fri, 27 Feb 2009 15:45:31 GMT

I'm REALLY happy that I tried this diet. After the first few days my hunger has stopped and I've got massive amounts of energy of the likes I've not had for years. And to top it all off, since starting Monday, I'm down 8 pounds!!! 8 pounds in five days. The only downside is the back of my hands are extremely dry and we're not supposed to use lotions or creams. I've been cheating and using some though and as you can see, no harm done. Heh.

My mom is so impressed she's thinking of trying the diet to lose 20 pounds. So instead of the 6 week program that I'm in she's going to look into the 23 day one.

Holy Crapola!

Tue, 24 Feb 2009 16:28:35 GMT

So I finished my first official day on the low calorie diet part of the hCG diet. I was pretty hungry yesterday, so I cheated and had an extra apple and melba toast. But after weighting myself this morning and already being two pounds lighter I'm looking forward to seeing how this goes! Sure, I know in one day your weight can fluxuate a lot, but stil. TWO POUNDS! Yay!