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“And everybody was for fighting/wouldn’t wanna waste a thing/ cold cold water bring me round…”
Free Jazz:
I am
listening
to
Emo
music
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS SCENE, THAT IT DRIVES ME TO THIS?
Well, aside from the fact that everybody dies, and Kael goes crazy and kills herslf
…
I think I’ve identified the source of the problem.
So it’s done. This scene is totally on drugs, but some kind of a pattern for the rewrite is down in text. I need to back this up… *runs away briefly*
I have to say though, this scene was insanely hard to write. It was the one that sparked this story for me in the first place, only by now all the characters are quite different, as well as the tech and what I have of plot. So I have this really vivid picture in my head, that doesn’t WORK, so I have to keep shooing it away. Also, well, I’m writing from inside Kael’s head. When you catch yourself thinking ~this would just make more sense if I was on drugs, then I could get the real feel of it~ this should be a sign to you that you have issues. I’ve only been trying to write it since Monday? *sigh* I can also attribute the hard-ness of the scene to the fact that I’m doing my traditional reaction to a Big Scene, and loosing interest, as well as doing my traditional reaction to The End Is In Sight, and saying I’m so close that it hardly matters, I can write that tomorrow. All very healthful and good for me. And my story.
HOWEVER.
And this is a big however. This scene OFFICIALLY marks the end of Kael’s trauma. Everything from here out for her is good, even when it makes her cry. (Especially when it makes her cry.) Jennet is still going to be traumatized just a little, but I promise it’s for the best! You get to be Kick-Ass, Jennet! Isn’t that what you want?
I’ll go sleep now. Tomorrow Dulamon gets to be awesome, and we make Kael cry! *happy smile*
Excerpt:
You Noticed!
Run On Sentences Rock My World
I thought, since there’s, like, three whole* new people who are reading this blog, and they haven’t read any of my so-called writing, that I’d jump on the excerpt bandwagon. Also, formatting this post buys me almost five whole minutes of procrastination time, and I’m out of tea to procrastinate by making. My logic is without peer.
*Perhaps not “whole” people, because they seem to be pretty much insane in the best of ways, which lends its self to being mildly shattered.
Excerpt:
Shoes
Shoes
Protected: “I just waved at those hitchhikers, didn’t I.” “Yep, the little flirty wave, too.”
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“Yes, I am going blog EXTENSIVELY about your vest.”
No, that was a lie. I shall just mention that Fraulein has a new vest, a denim vest, from winners, that was on sale, and that looks rather spectacularly stylish. She is wearing it today.
Yesterday, she was wearing jeans that fitted marvelously, a stylish blue t-shirt that I am unable to describe other than it was royal blue and stylish, white rosebud earrings, pretty nike sneaks, and a pearl necklace. I, on the other hand, was wearing; a black “Newfoundland Liberation Army” t-shirt that didn’t fit quite as well as Fraulein’s, a man’s black pinstriped fedora, cargo pants that definitely didn’t belong to me to the point that I had to borrow my 13 year old brother’s studded leather belt to keep them on, and my brown Helly Hanson runners (which happen to be men’s shoes, by the way.) There is a reason we don’t borrow clothing from each other’s closets, you see. We have rather different tastes. Despite this, people keep mistaking us for each other. I am starting to be tempted to dye my hair red, just to escape the comments.
Anyhow, Fraulein and I were out by the nurses’ station waiting to go back to the hotel yesterday, and looked each other up and down.
Fraulein: *hopeful* “Maybe now people won’t say we look alike!”
Nurse: *approaching us* “Are you girls twins, or just sisters?”
Then today, I dug deeply into my suitcase that mainly contains books and came up with a denim dress (home schooler uniform!) and cream pashmina. So when a kind elderly man came by to give us some bread and cookies, he assumed that I was my father’s wife.
What will people take me for tomorrow? Stay tuned to see.
One, nothing wrong with me. Two, nothing wrong me. Three, nothing wrong with me.
Total words: 28, 230
Today’s words: 4,571
Short of objective: 1,770
Wow, so, I’m behind. Yeah. The weekend did that. I blame it on the wine, personally. 
As well as my prejudice against writing on a bus full of drunk people who might look over my shoulder and start reading. Oh, and other people’s silly prejudice against writing novels at staff parties. Pshaw.
As well as my prejudice against writing on a bus full of drunk people who might look over my shoulder and start reading. Oh, and other people’s silly prejudice against writing novels at staff parties. Pshaw.But I managed to get a descent amount done today, and I even made mysterious dinner with things I found under the sink. *cough* I mean, with selected vegetables, oven roasted with fresh ground pepper and olive oil. Isn’t marketing fun?
Quote of the day:
I’m sorry Private, I didn’t hear you clearly over the noise my command insignia was making. Did you say that you are able to perform my search at the same level I am? Private?
NO SIR!
“Downtown Lewisporte, alive and well. Only, it’s not exactly alive, or well. But it is Downtown Lewisporte…”
A quote from the McWork meeting on Tuesday, when we were asked if all the managers enforced the rules consistently.
Kenneth: “Yeah, they do. They all always tell me to shave every time I come in.”
Joan: “Don’t feel bad, they tell me to shave too.”
Work today was rather amusing, due to the fact that no one had had quite enough sleep. (Reasons ranged from early-riser children, to drunk’n'rowdy husbands, to vivid dreaming. I’ll let you decide which one applied to me…) We were all giggly. Including the guys, which was rather disconcerting whenever you stopped to think about it. *smirks*
There was one moment that could have gotten quite interesting- when Norman told me to shut up and go away cause I was taking all the fun out of everything- but our manager Pauline managed to keep the peace.
The situation arose in this manner.
As anyone who knows me knows, I tend to use archaic, unusual, large, and even subculture-specific words in general conversation. As anyone who knows me also knows, I have a difficult time letting other people’s smart remarks pass without a returning smart remark of my own. If the person is quick, a delicious verbal battle usually commences. If the person is not quick (or unused to girls talking back) a confused expression is donned and the conversation dies. Norman does not seem to be one of the former group. He tries, but is severely hampered by not recognizing most of my vocabulary. At any rate, after I responded to one of his remarks, I don’t remember what it was, he said that I sucked all the fun out of life because I turned everything into an educational moment. Hmmmm. I should point out here that no one else at work has yet made a negative comment about my vocabulary. So. Norman seemed to find that observation hilarious, and he kept repeating it at intervals throughout the morning. All in a joking manner, and not mean-spirited- but still… Pauline, the manager, noticed that I wasn’t grinning quite so broadly at the comments after a couple of hours. And after Norman told me to shut up and go away, she said- in his presence; “He’s just intimidated by your intelligence, honey. You should get used to that.” So I stopped reverting to my age ten memories of being told I talked weird, and perked right up. Norman, on the other hand, went quiet and stopped teasing me. So a crisis was averted. 
Then after work, the family went up to the Penney’s for a BBQ. The food was lovely, and the conversation was hilarious. My stomach hurt from laughing by the time dessert was brought out. Unfortunately I can’t quite remember any of the quotes. They wouldn’t be the same without the accent anyhow. *makes dismissive motion*
“You’ve been to HOW many theme parks this week?” “We start early.”
Day: 7
Date: 24/07/08
Event: Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure
Universal pwns Disney. That’s all there is to say! Look at this way- Universal is geared toward teenagers, and I still have two months left on that count. Also, instead of vaguely saying that the “cast members” in Disney would notice the wish buttons, Universal gave us a pass to show to the Greeter at the start of the line; which meant that we did a LOT.
First, the Twister ride. Then The Mummy returns coaster. On that one the staff loading the cars referred to us as “sacrifices,” which set the mood nicely. Next stop, DISASTER! Which I found hilarious. It’s about disaster movies, and we had a rather funny director.
“I need a hot hunky man- not personally, of course! Yes, you sir! Would you refer to yourself as hot and hunky?”
Then while walking away from that ride, we spotted a wall climbing booth. I took pictures. I offer in my defence the fact that there were only four lines. Then, Jaws, lunch, Fear FactorLIVE, and MIB in quick secession. At this point we were starting to flag slightly, but we decided to try the Simpsons ride. It was rather interesting, since it was an animated ride. The car was on hydraulics, and surrounded by an Imax-style screen. As a result, the car could hurl down a collapsing roller coaster, for instance, without universal actually having to build a collapsing roller coaster track.
It’s two o-clock in the afternoon, you’re tired, and you’ve done everything in the park that you want to do. What now? If you’re the G5, you head next door to another park! Did I mention that we’re insane?
On to the HULK Roller Coaster! Refreshed by that, we tried a promising-looking ride, which turned out to be relaxing, which was not what it promised. At this point we passed a bookstore, or at least a store with books in the window. I was magnetically attracted inside. It turned out to be a comic book store, and I was the only female in the premises. To the point that the guy in Horn-rimmed glasses and pens in the breast pocket of his shirt edged away when I approached the hardcover rack he was drooling over. What can I say? Me in a bookstore is a fearsome sight! But Fraulein dragged me away, bah humbug, and we set off to ride two water rides.
After a brief stop for fries and pop we tramped over to THE LOST CONTINENT and rode Dueling Dragons. Both Dragons. I think I’m roller-coastered out. That was the last ride we wanted to do, so we headed for the hotel. And on my way out of the Park I was hit with a lovely plot bunny. *sigh* This is now the third full-scale novel sitting in the back of my head laughing at me. And what sparked this one? Radio head, the Mary Sue Litmus test, a boy with animplaned hearing aid (I’m not sure what they’re called,) and Heather Dale. I love being complicated.
And now, some quotes of the day;
A greeter: “Move on in, move on it, everyone’s FRIENDLY at the Hulk!”Fraulein, in Jurassic; “Oh, I just noticed; we’re in the front of the car.” *weakly* “yay.”
Jurassic rider 1: “I wasn’t scared.”
Jurassic rider 2: “You just yelled all your relative’s names.”A comedian on the telly; “Mario, if you’re a plumber, how come you’re bashing open bricks with your head?”
“I’m-a looking for mushrooms!”
“Ah-hah!
“My pursuit of information knows no shame.”
Day: 6
Date: 23/07/08
Event: Animal Kingdom and More
Today I entered and exited 3 theme parks, rode 3 monorails and 2 buses, ate in 1 restaurant, took 2 taxis and 6 rides. I also saw an ant-eater, discussed the mindset and propaganda machine that is the Disney entity, and drank three cups of coffee. Oh, and I saw a cute guy in the line behind me in Dinoland.
The day’s plan of attack;
- Arrive at Animal Kingdom with Family, Split up
- Ride the two rides in Dinoland USA. (ish)
- Meaner over to “Asia” and ride Expedition Everest. (awesome)
- Book it out of the park and take a bus to Epcot.
- Sidle along to Mexico and eat lunch, pausing for a discussion of Pleasure, Pain, and Utility.
- March out of Epcot and take two monorail to Magic Kingdom.
- Fight our way over to Tomorrowland, ride Indy Speedway. (meh)
- Be sucked into Space Mountain. (great)
- Persevere across the park into Splash Mountain. (good)
- Elbow our way out of Magic Kingdom, stopping to buy ice cream from a bearded woman from Hati.
- Gawk at an amazing barbershop quartet by the gate.
- Take a monorail and a bus back to Animal Kingdom.
- Meet up with Mommy, Daddy and the small ones.
- Taxi to the Hotel.
- Order in Chinese food and discuss the jaw-dropping efficiency and pervasiveness of Disney.
And now some quotes from the past 6 days.
Walrus’s idea of smalltalk: “Oh, I just noticed! Your legs are really hairy!”
Gail (A nurse back home): “Mickey loves everyone, even if you haven’t met him before.”
Daddy: “Actually, Mickey is just an actor in a plastic suit. And he’s probably dying of heat stroke, which is why his smile is painted on.”Person 1 in line: “And when you have the whole Big Mac meal, it’s over a thousand calories.”
Person 2: “Don’t think about that! You only die once, so you may as well enjoy yourself.”Taxi Driver: “And after 9/11 none of the Americans were flying, so the Brits kept this town alive. Of course, they’re used to fighting the NRA, so Al Queda was no biggie.”
Gid, with a big grin; “I ate you!”
Gid: “I have lightning shoes!”
Me, draping myself over a balcony: “I’m going into Internet withdrawal.”
Walrus: “I’m drinking jelly beans!”
Mommy: “Well, Gid saw a dragonfly, Lacey saw a Giraffe, and Snazel saw a cute guy; so the day was a success.”
Daddy: “This whole experience is the kind of thing which requires years of prior conditioning- which we don’t have. Which might be why we’re a little skeptical of the $20 pirate mouse ears.”
Sam, riding down the freeway. “Car! Car! Car! Car! Car! Car?”
PT: “No, that’s a truck.”
Sam: “Oh. Truck! Truck! Truck! Truck!”
“How much do you want forgettin’?”
Overheard in the library;
“I thought you were dating him?”
“No, we aren’t going out, we just randomly make out as often as
possible.”
We have the dates! For the wish, we’ll be leaving home on the 18 th, and returning home on the 28 th. Of July. When they (the powers-that-be) decided that we were going on the wish they didn’t hang around! Mommy, Daddy and I are going into St. John’s on Monday for our passports, since we’re all adults. I know, it’s a shock. My parents are adults. Anyhow, since we’re fast-tracking the application process, rather a lot, we have to present our papers and photo id at the passport office in person. That should be fun! No, not the application process. If I remember it correctly from when I was 8 it’s a tiny office in the top of a bank building, with superior people behind the wickets and vinyl seats. Though the seats have probably been changed since then. I remember official posters on the walls and a red take-a number dispenser, and there was a man tarring the neighboring roof. And it was a sunny day. Hmm, now that I’ve said all that, it will turn out that the day I remember was for our visa applications or something, and not passports at all. ANYWAY, the traveling with my parents should be fun, and going to Costco, which is also known as the warehouse containing joy.
I should take this opportunity, I think, to apologize to anyone who has been so- unfortunate- as to engage me in conversation in the past- two weeks or so. I mean, I was crazy before, but I’m exploring new frontiers of weirdness. I realized this week; I really have no intermediate setting between quiet in the corner and complete lunacy. I mean, on the scale of being comfortable in a situation, I go from;
- silent,
- to speaking when spoken to,
- to making occasional snarky comments without prompting,
- to communicating half in quotes, including entire so-called comedic monologues, and half in sarcasm.
While the progression is logical and gradual inside my head, from the outside it might be a little startling. And when I’m tired, the gap between 3 and 4 gets a little more stark, with 3 disappearing entirely sometimes. And I’ve been tired. Additionally, I similarly in friendship tend to jump from someone whose name I remember and will wave at in the street to I will drive 6 hours to pick you up when you’re stranded, and I only stop there cause that’s the ocean. So, it is just possible I inadvertently terrorize the people I talk to, if I consider them friends and am comfortable in their company. Therefore, open apology.