Making It Up As We Go

Hi again! So I finally have new things to say about my writing -- I've been having gobs of fun doing ScriptFrenzy with the lovely Linda Craig, the bestest writing buddy a girl could ask for. It's only the 12th, and we're already 86 pages in. Out of 100. You know you're jealous.

Anywho, I've been doing my damnedest to contribute to that story, and therefore haven't had much time for free-writing. I did come up with a sweet short story that I'll be posting soon (mostly because it has a very simple plot but I have like 3 ways to start it)... but that's been about it.

So today, I figured I'd write about what I'm reading. I just got done reading the first 72 pages of "Mrs. Dalloway" by Virginia Woolf. And I've already made 2 passages into Facebook status updates (because that's what I do when I come across cool things). 

At first, I was sure I was going to supremely dislike this book. The opening is kind of lame, in that Virginia Woolf enjoys dropping the names of characters without mentioning who they are until several pages later. Also, in those several spacer pages, she has rambled on about birds and streets and flowers and such, until you're no longer sure who or what you're reading about, or if you happened to stray into another novel on accident.

One perk of reading this book is that I rented a super old copy from the library so I don't have to read out of my massive Brit Lit anthology. Because I would have a broken hand if I had to read this novel out of a 2500+ page BRICK. But, the copy from the library smells and feels wonderful. If I ever get published, I want all copies to be published automatically aged (like people rip jeans, I would age my books before selling them!!) So much love for the old-book smell.

Like I was saying, I was not a fan of the first 20 or so pages of this book. It kept jumping around between random characters who I didn't know or care about yet, and I kept getting lost (also, my roommates were being hilarious and distracting me with things that were more fun than reading this convoluted mess). 

But, as I got further on, particularly when the 3rd person narrator was on Septimus, I fell in love with this book. Once you begin to have a solid understanding of who the characters are and what their motives/relationships are, Woolf's language usage becomes less of an ill-conceived tangle of words and more of a poetic outpouring of emotionality. 

I respect Woolf for what she does with her word usage. I'd prefer that she didn't do so in the very beginning of the novel, but once I settled into the rhythm of how her writing voice speaks to me, I was entranced. The next 50 pages flew by as strange images assaulted my reading eyes. She uses the strangest mix of words to convey feelings, kind of like Eliot in "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" (which also took me a while to properly appreciate). Also, the lack of attention span that Clarisse Dalloway seems to have corresponds nicely with Woolf's lack of attention span (intentional). 

Septimus' segments are still the ones that get me. Mrs. Dalloway is too flighty for me, and I still don't understand Peter very well, even though I feel for him. Rezia annoys me thus far -- even though she's a product of her culture, I still like to think that I would feel more sorry for Septimus, and less embarrassed by him. But the way Woolf portrays his shell-shock, and the damage that has been done to his psyche, just floored me. My grandpa (now passed on) had PTSD, which was something that I never realized until my dad told me last year -- now I view it with different eyes, particularly after reading and falling in love with "Dulce Et Decorum Est" several times. 

War isn't pretty. But the way Woolf piles and stacks words together like painted wooden blocks really hits home for me what it meant to understand war back in the day. 

I really hope I don't end up hating this book -- Woolf is so cool!!! All of her descriptive passages (once they were out of the damn park) made me want to go write somewhat melancholy, semi-depressive things. I've been allowed to do so for ScriptFrenzy thus far (my characters are super melodramatic, but it ends up working out pretty nicely), but I want to write something really gritty. Maybe I'll go redraft that short story I was talking about earlier...

I'll keep you all posted as to my furthering adventures with Virginia Woolf -- but now it's very late and I have veins of emotion yet to tap. Goodnight, moon!

C'mon, Virginia Woolf, don't let me down!!

Wait, What??

April. WAIT, WHAT?!?!

Especially at the beginning of this April, everyone was all like WAIT, WHTA?!??!?!?! Mostly because Duluth did a lot of snowing. 

Today was a perfectly nice day, though, so we forgive April. 

In fact, this month hasn't been too bad yet: ScriptFrenzy has been pretty much the most fun ever. Linda and I are being awesome and partnering up to create a totally badass script and we're over halfway done already!! 

Oh if only NaNo were this easy... Hahahahahahaha just kidding.

I really don't have a lot more to say today, so I'll leave you here: 

So true, so true...

The London Question

Oh hey everyone! Once again, long time no see -- mostly because I've been blindingly busy. *regular litany of excuses* 

Anywho, I had something happen to me yesterday that really got me thinking. I was signed up for two advisements, which both turned out to be horribly necessary -- I do wish my first adviser was my only adviser, but he's in Ireland right now, so I made do. This professor, a very old but very sweet English professor, helped me figure out how I can just barely hopefully possibly manage to graduate in 8 semesters. Phew. 

One thing that's really causing me troubles is the fact that my heart is set on studying abroad in England during the spring semester of my junior year (aka this time next year you should be watching for a companion blog to this one titled THE ENGLAND PROJECT). I want to be able to call it London, because that's where my darling dearest roommate will be studying, but this adviser [see, I did eventually come back around to the topic of advisement] got me freaked out about the 'quality of classes' at Regent's. 

Oh. Well, I don't like taking subpar classes... 

And then I thought about it some. I can probably count on one hand the number of classes I've taken in the past 2 years that I could count as 'stellar'. None of the English classes I've taken have been much better than 'subpar', and I've only had 2 Education courses I've really really really really really enjoyed (and that was mostly because of the professors, not the content). 

Why, in baby Jesus's good name, should I be worried about which university in England to attend? As long as they have the class offerings I need (one survey course about early British literature, one English elective, possibly one fine arts credit, and a philosophy general education course), why should I be expecting 'stellar' classes in a country I plan on spending a lot of time exploring? 

Shouldn't classes be about what you as an individual are able, willing, and motivated to learn? 

I shouldn't have to rely on a randomized group of people to determine what I get out of a given course, should I? Does my professor have to be the 'be all, end all' to what knowledge I walk away with?

I'm starting to think that we've been taught to say 'yes', but I want my answer to be 'no'. While in England, I'm going to learn more about who I am as an individual and a learner than I ever will about philosophy or art or English. Hell, when I did a reflection at the end of freshman year (much as I will when this hellish year ends), 99% of what I learned didn't come from one individual class, and it wasn't book-learning. It was knowledge of myself and where I fit into the world around me. The point of studying abroad, I feel, is going to be seeing where I fit into a larger world around me -- how independent I really am, how good I am at making friends with people around me, and how interactive I can be with the place I'm put in life (good practice for after eventual graduation, when I plan to be like a leaf upon the wind in order to find a teaching job). 

Hoo! That was a pretty good rant, I'd say! If anyone agrees / disagrees with me, be sure to let me know :)

Until we meet again!!!!!!

Wonderful!

Oh hey. We've already hit the double digits of March, and I no longer understand how time works. There are days where it drags, and there are days where I hardly remember what happened because the time went by so fast. Tomorrow is probably going to be the latter -- my schedule is so packed, I don't know that I'll be breathing. But! For tonight, I'm having a good time watching FRIENDS, playing Scrabble with three different people on Facebook, and enjoying the fact that I exist. 

In addition to being THAT AWESOME, I've been looking up character descriptions from 'To Kill A Mockingbird', since it was forever ago that I read the actual novel. Maybe I should do that over break...........

Or I could sleep a lot over break! I like that plan a lot too.

Boys are such strange creatures. I'm sorry, any boys reading this, but for the past 2 weeks, I have had a particularly difficult job fathoming the difference in thinking processes. I don't even have the energy to try to figure it out anymore.


Well, I'm enjoying my day of nothing, and I hope y'all are happy to be almost on break, like I am... Not really sure what else to say now! Hmm. It's rare for me to be out of words, but it's been a long two weeks. Such is life. Maybe I'll blog over break; otherwise, see you on the other side!

You know this is how it actually happened

What In God's Name Happened To February?!?

Hey again... It's been a while yet again, since life has been so ridiculously insane!

What I'm wondering is, who the hell gave it permission to be March? I thought it was February just like a second ago, and now it's all like I'M MARCH!!! And I'm all like WHTA??? 

Dis is weird >:(

In other news, life has been ridiculously insanely crazily busy. I don't even have a barometer for how this is. I know I'll be crazier when I'm a student teacher, and when I'm a teacher, but for right now, this is the top level of what I've been stretched to ever. And this is turning into a stompy cat ranty post -- my deepest apologies! It's just been the predominant thought on my mind lately. 

What else is new... Oh!! It's almost Spring Break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT JUST A PARTY, BUT A PARTY THAT INVOLVES A LOT OF SLEEPING. So that's not so much a party, but it's going to be damn good just to relax a little and see my family members again <3 

Hummmmm... What else what else. Haven't been doing much writing -- I've been hacking away at my National Novel Writing Month project, but it's set in the imagination of the character Scout from To Kill A Mockingbird. It's mild plagiarism, but I figure it's a NaNoWriMo project and won't ever never get published. But it's still something to work on, like that murder mystery thinger. Unfortunately, I haven't worked much on that either... C'est la college vie :)

I think I'm finally done taking up space... OH. I haven't included a picture yet...

Maybe this is what happened to February... Oh noes :(

 

So Hi Again -- It's Been Awhile

Oh my goodness, my lovelies, I have left you alone for so long!!!! Life has been worse than crazy, and I've hardly had time to breathe, much less write you a blog post.

Hmm. Plus my life hasn't been very interesting... PITY MEEEEEEEE. Boring school things, blah di dee blah blah, such is life. 

Plus, I've hardly been sleeping lately, or so I feel, so anything I write feels ridiculous. And silly. 

BUT!! The theatrical version of "And Then There Were None" has been playing at my school. One of my roommates is one of the characters, and my other roommate is the stage director, so I've seen it twice now with plans to see it again tomorrow. Or today, really. Hmmmmmm. Digression -- it's been playing for a weekend and I read it before I went and saw it and it was great. And I love the story, and really want to write a murder mystery -- so now I'm doing some sort of fan-fiction blend of "And Then There Were None" and "Gashlycrumb Tinies, Or After The Outing". 26 people are brought to an island and all have names that start with a different letter of the alphabet, and are killed off in random order by an unknown assailant -- but there's no 'justice' killing in this one, just a homicidal maniac inspired by a gruesome couplets. 

It's not particularly sophisticated, but I figure it's something to keep me going through a creative dry spell I'm having. *shrug*

Here's the very beginning (or at least the rough draft beginning) of what I've got: 

Accepting invitations to strange deserted islands is never, ever a good idea. I know this, and pretty much the rest of the world knows this. Well, except the people in horror movies, but they don’t get counted as real people. Curiosity kills cats and all that – but I can’t help it if mysterious rich people want to invite me to seemingly innocent dinner parties!

I figured what the hell, I’ll go prepared, maybe something will happen to let me get some writing done finally, and it’ll be great.

I hate how wrong I was about this.
It pretty much sucks, but whatever. Life is good :)

And now, I must leave you my cherubs!! Okay, let's tack a funny picture on the end...

Gashlycrumb Tinies again :)

This Shouldn't Have A Title Because There Isn't Much Going On (You Have Been Warned)

Decisions are hard to make. Which is why I'm happy this particular decision comes pre-made for me, based on monetary issues. Heh heh heh.

So I almost said turtles instead of decision. 'Which is why I'm happy this particular turtle... Wait, whaaaaaaaaaat?'

I just heard my roommate say, "The prodigal son stomps out of the room..." She's a girl. But she is most peculiar and I love her to death. I think that's a good line for a story, where there's a wussy prodigal son. That idea amuses me greatly.

Holy crap, I have to wake up at 6:30 tomorrow. And my colon button is not working too well -- that almost read 630. Which is not a number that describes a period in time. Or at least any period in time that I recognize.

But with everything that I get done tomorrow, it should be a good day. Key word here being 'should'. I have my first meeting of English Club tomorrow -- and I am
 EXCITED OUT OF MY BRAIN. It is going to be super fun, from what I can tell. AND I ENJOY SUPER FUN THINGS.

Sorry about this post, by the way -- I just needed to empty my brain into something, and that something happened to be a blog post. C'est la vie, I suppose.

So I should probably make reading this post worth your while (if you're still reading at all)..

I was going to add a funny picture, but my blog isn't interested in letting me do that right now. Sorry :(

So I'll add a story starter instead!! This is apparently based off of a dream I had, except I only remember vague unimportant details -- except for this bit that I scribbled down after waking.

Her name was Grace. That was all I could remember about her. I know she was important somehow, because her name was echoing through my head. That sounds kind of weird, for a girl to be obsessed with another girl. But it’s not a romantic or sexual obsession – but a dangerous, mind-blowing obsession, because I know there’s something wrong. Something that I need to fix but can’t because all I have is the name Grace, tolling through my skull like a church bell.

The persona here is a girl, by the way, because I was the one having the dream. Not sure yet whether that makes it weird or not -- it probably does. Oh well. Already knew I was weird.

Okay, now that I'm picking up on my roommates' British accents, I should probably quit for the day.

FARE THEE WELL!

I FINALLY ADDED A PICTURE FOR YOUUUUUUU

 

Two Weeks (AKA The Advent of February)

I wonder if y'all are just going to get a weekly update of how long I survive this semester... Week 2 was successfully completed today. I've accrued some more responsibilities between now and when I last posted, but it's all good. I've kind of gotten to that point where every day is taken one at a time, and I pride myself on getting through them. 

Hoo! 

Currently, I'm having a fabulous time hanging out with my friend Katie, laughing at all the awesome things she says. She's super adorable and I'm eventually going to have to make a character after her. Maybe in this dystopian thing I've got going. I've got another little paragraph, but I need some more time to finish it. 

Soooooo... another nonsense post? Sadly -- I have two papers to write tonight and I'm already falling asleep. Le sigh.

Here's what I'll leave you with, then:

YOU GO HARRY POTTER <3

Look At All The Lonely People

To understand the title, you have to know that I've been listening to 'Eleanor Rigby' a lot recently. Not sure why, it's just a legitimately awesome jam.

So my life, like everyone else's, has been a complete train wreck lately. And I'm not even into the difficult part of the year, where I'll be juggling a classroom field teaching experience along with my other 5 classes. And being secretary of Education Association. And being a member of English Club. And socially interacting with my peers. 

Just thinking about it makes me want to crawl under a rock and not come out until May, when I'm road-tripping to California with my besties. 

CALIFORNIA DREAMING BABY

 What else about my life should you know about? We just got done watching 27 Dresses. Also, I'm going to see Comedy of Errors tomorrow at the Guthrie Theater. It's the first time I've been there in all my 19 and a half years of life. And I've lived in Minnesota for 19 of those years.

That's probably pathetic. As an English major, I'm pretty sure I should worship at any and all altars of Bill Shakespeare. But I'm too lazy. You all know that about me now.

Also, I have to apply to one of my majors next next week. I'm scared, but mostly because I have to bother a lot of people. Actually, it's just one professor, who is already really busy. Which makes me feel much worse.

Actually, I'm applying to stay on track to get my license -- I'm technically an English major, who is going to get her 5-12 license for Communication / Language Arts. Or something like that.

I haven't been doing a whole lot of writing -- the exception is on Wednesday I got an idea while I was showering (too much information, right?) and didn't have anywhere to write it down. So, I wrote it down on my whiteboard calendar. It looks pretty awesome, and I'm loathe to wipe it off so I can use it as a calendar. I'll post a picture when I take one (laaaaaaazy).

But, I wanted to share the bit that I wrote, since I'm excited to write a real novella out of it:

“All good things come to those who wait.”

“Patience is a virtue.”

Society says that these are the maxims we should live by, in order to be a good citizen and get along with the rest of the world.

That’s all well and good, but I’m sure impatience is something of a virtue, too. Someone in society has to seize the day and go after what they want.

Where would our society be if everyone took turns and shared and was kind? I’m sure some bleeding hearts would remind me that the world would definitely be a better place and everyone would love each other and work together in peace and harmony. Riiiiiiiiiight. Every dystopian novel from the dawn of time to the present would not-so-politely disagree with that statement. Peace and harmony are not in the human DNA.

And really, we wouldn’t be the economic giant we are today; I can guarantee you that much.

I don’t wait for good things – I go out into the world and take them with my own hands. That’s what distinguishes me from anyone else on this miserable planet: I’m an Agent, not a Target.

“Carpe diem, bitches.”

So that's it for now -- if I get more I'll be sure so share.

I hope everyone else has a great weekend -- I know I am!!!! 

It's Been One Week

Lordy, we've been back at it for less than a week (a week tomorrow, technically) and life has already gotten so BUSY. It's absolutely astounding.

It feels like it's been a month, at least.

The depressing part is that I've been so swept up in my duties and getting my feet back under me, that I haven't really had a chance to write anything. I did scribble out about a page of a random story (which I'll introduce next) during my first class today, but it doesn't make much sense, and I didn't have much fun writing it.

I have, however, been having fun ranting about how my life has been thrown completely off track of what I thought it was going to be.

But I feel tacky talking about it on my blog, so just know that I'm on a roller-coaster and dealing with it. Life is good!

And so is Sherlock Holmes. I like that my roommate thinks I'm Sherlock -- it amuses me greatly. It's so very good. 

OH MY LORDY, ABS.

It's kind of super flattering to be compared to that wonderful man. Not that I'm married to him -- that's not for me, but for someone else. Someone else who should forgive me for putting a half-naked picture of him on my blog.

I swear, it was in the name of science. Or something like that.

Humm. I like when real life gives me opportunities to write things, particularly when I have writer's block the size of Delaware. Real life drama is not so good as a Muse, particularly when it's all real people who are your friends and might read the writing someday, and also because it involves some transcribing of personalities so it's not so real and in-my-face.

It's supposed to be in the reader's face, not mine.

Some real life events just beg to be written about, however. Like being scorned by a guy who didn't even know you liked him in the first place. Well, not really scorned -- just passed over.

I keep writing 'love' on the side of my hand, to remind myself that just because I've lost one doesn't mean I need to stop believing in it. It helps.

Hah, see? Look at me go. Delaware, my foot -- angry emotions are good block-breakers.

Until later, adieu.

DRAMA.

Gah. The drama llama strikes again. And not even the fun kind!!!

Ridiculous.

I wish it was this type of drama. Because that's the fun kind. But this is the 'everyone is angry and feelings are hurt and it's hard to figure out how to fix it' kind of drama.

Asldkfjhasdpfiouadpfiuadsofhasdfkjasfkahsdf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't even write right now.

Brrrrrrr.

It's cold outside. I don't approve of it, which means I've been staying inside a lot. And daydreaming of Ely, MN, of all places.

This was a ridiculously good day: White Iron Lake, 4th of July weekend, summer 2010

Actually, I should take that back. I've been staying inside and pining for the most part: except for that one time where I decided to go snowshoeing with my roommate, out in the -40 degree winter wonderland. That was fun. That experience will probably contribute to a scene in 'Immortals'.

Did you see that sweet segue coming?

So it's come to my attention that I have a lot of characters left to introduce. Fortunately, they get to be introduced in the same order as the last group. Mostly because they're like the evil side to the characters I introduced last time. 

That should be prefaced with another explanation, methinks. 

There used to be this one, all-powerful deity who had three aspects: the Creator, the Preserver, and the Destroyer (if you're thinking Hinduism you're on the right track). All the conflict in this story stems from the fact that one day, this deity separated into the three aspects. And since then, they've been fighting tooth claw and nail for supremacy over everything. But it's not a violent battle: it's one of those sneaky battles they fight with pawns and stealth and such. 

Enter the conflict in this story: there's a big anniversary of how long they've been fighting (let's say 10,000 years across various cosmos) and if they win a big battle now, they get to be king / queen of everything, everywhere. FOREVER.

That's where my sets of characters come in! The Creator (crazy old guy), the Preserver (middle-aged nice lady), and the Destroyer (bloodthirsty younger guy) have made seven 'children' to use as pawns, but they all had to be really similar. They've been around for a long time, so they know each other pretty well -- at least, the Creator and the Destroyer's kids know each other really well. The Preserver is way sneakier than her brothers, and she tends to stay our of their really intense fights -- which means she's been away from the Milky Way, since the boys have been brawling over Earth for some time. But, when it comes time for the smack-down that happens in this story, she brings in her pawns and lets them loose in a world that actually is suited to the kinds of powers they have. Preserver, 1, stupid brothers, 0. 

I've already introduced the Creator's kids, one of whom is the narrator Tara. But the batch I'll be introducing today is the Destroyer's kids, their 'evil' cousins. 

Christain's cousin is named Nicodemus, and he's equally hot but annoying. Exhibit A:

Thanks for being gorgeous, just like your cousin. Mmmmmm.

Next is Domenyque's cousin, Vrimson.

See, because she has fire!!! It makes sense, I swear!!! So the Destroyer and Creator have different tastes. And, like I've said before, I'm real lazy. Meh.

Kim's cousin, Isobel:

But she's cute, you might be thinking! She doesn't look like she could harm anyone!
Hah. Yeah right.

Tyrone's cousin, Kaseko:

 HE'S SO COOL. GAH. He's the crazy badass to Tyrone's understated awesomeosity.

Yes I make words up all the time. It's a problem.

Derek's cousin, Nero (one of my favorite names of all time):

 UMNUMNUMNUMNUMNUMNUM. NUM.

Liam's cousin, Chysander:

He's pretty now that he's old enough for me to admire without feeling pervy!!! Success!!!

And now, Tara's cousin, Reinhart. It's weird, because all the cousins so far have been the same sex, but there's a reason, I promise. I just don't feel like telling you about it yet.

Anywho, here he is:

 Ooh, what a beautiful man to be such an enigma.

So those are the Destroyer's kids. A few of them have some secrets to hide, but those will be revealed in due time. Or something like that.

I suppose it's time for a dream segment, to introduce the first cousin you meet in the story: Nicodemus, referred to mostly as Nico.

            I feel cold, cold to the point where I can't remember what warmth feels like. A pair of crystal blue eyes follows my every move, particularly the convulsive shivers that wrack my body from head to toe. Flecks of ice and snow pummel my bare skin and thoroughly increase the discomfort I'm already feeling.

            "What exactly do you want?" I demand.

            "Answers. Though I’m already beginning to doubt that you have them," Nicodemus drawls, leaning on an icy sword stuck fast into the cold ground. "Has the Creator been dropping any hints? The Destroyer certainly has been, but they’re maddeningly vague…"  

            "No he hasn't. What the hell are you even talking about? Why are you talking to me about this? Don’t you remember that Christain is the one who always has the answers?” Nico rolls his eyes, tapping a foot impatiently.

            "You’re mentioning him trying to push my buttons. It’s not working. You know very well that we can't stand each other. You’re the cousin I tolerate the most, which you also know very well.” He shoots me a knowing look. “Are you sure you haven’t heard of anything going on?” 

            I can’t help it; I squirm a little. “I haven’t heard anything from the Creator per se, but… I’ve had that weird feeling lately, where it feels like something is about to happen for us. What do you know, Nico??”

            The world buckles and shivers around me. Nico just smiles and says, "I hope you can figure it out." Before I can reply, everything disappears amongst a field of solid icy blue, and I'm suddenly home again.

In the next installment, I should remember to introduce the Preserver's kids: they're a lot of fun because they're so little and adorable and kind of stupid. In a cute, endearing way.

Thanks for reading again, I'll be with you again soon (I hope)! 

A Very Merry Unbirthday!! To you? No, to me!!

So I'm 19.5 years old today... 

Not sure why this merits a post, but it does. 

Hmmmmmmm............ Hi :3

Oh, maybe I should introduce the plot line of 'Immortals' and put a snippet in here!! Aha!!

So that last post had all the characters. Or at least the main characters. And the plot is... Complex. Essentially, there are seven immortals who have been around forever, and have lived through all of history, but now (for no explicable reason) they have to train in their... I don't really know what to call them, I always refer to them as 'children'... let's say their replacements. So they have to go to the heart of all worlds, and pick their destiny -- whether they're going to be good or evil. Essentially.

Note: the thing I hate most about my writing is trying to summarize my stories. It's the WORST. Mostly because I have really weird stories, and the way I try to describe them makes me sound like I have mental health issues. I'm trying to get better at it: another thing for you all to bear with me about.

OKAY NOW THAT THAT'S OUT OF THE WAY! Herm... here's a segment from the beginning of the story, where Tara takes a moment to explain what is actually going on in this story. She does it a little better than I do *only writers are allowed to say things like that*

I know what you're thinking: Wow, immortal? Isn't that where you don't die? Yeah, pretty much. Side effects may include: 1) being stuck with the same six siblings and seven cousins for forever and beyond, 2) a distinct lack of 'normal' relationships, as you may call them, because everyone else has that annoying habit of dying, and 3) my least favorite problem. Normally, my powers are quite literally limitless. I think it, blam, there it is. Except in this pathetic galaxy. Here, I have three measly 'talents'. List includes: immunity to death (that really shouldn't count, but it also includes death by injury, accident, or disease), persuasive powers or Charm (the only highlight to being stuck on Earth), and the longest memory ever. Yeah. Not much of a bonus list. Not very useful for getting shit done, either. So what's a girl to do? Step out of the box. Once I manage to leave this world, my powers hit maximum and I am a GOD. But I’m starting to get ahead of myself. Let me back up and provide a quick history lesson.

            When my family and I were Created, we were untried, and relatively innocent. To begin with, we thought we were a force of good, destined to save every world we encountered with amazing heroics. We learned pretty damn fast that heroics get other innocents killed, and hardly ever do you any good when you're trying to get out of a tight corner. We learned a lot on our feet, becoming more jaded and wild through the years. We finally got so sick of being used as tools, we decided to take matters into our own hands and stir up some trouble of our own (those are pretty famous incidents).

            You, naïve darling, may wonder why we stay here if we're so sick of it. Believe me, if we could leave and never come back, we'd be gone. But we need Earth. The Creator, our father of sorts, decided to play a little joke of sorts and made us a part of the Milky Way galaxy. Every 365.25 days, or one Earth year, we are required to return to this universe. I'm really not sure what happens if we don't, but I remember one year Christain and Tyrone tried to stay away, and got dragged back through several dimensions. They still haven't told me what it was like, and I don't have the nerve to ask either of them. The thing is, it's pretty hard to leave this place once you show up. As if popping back into this universe wasn't hard enough to begin with, doors to other universes have the nasty habit of shutting upon depositing us here. So, there's not much else for it except to quell political uprisings, pick up after natural disasters, and fixing up other tart human problems... and believe me, recent years have given us more than enough in all those departments. Much easier said than done, to be completely honest. But I have been getting the feeling that, lately, something's going to be going down. Nico's visit and Derek's refusal to say exactly what our conference is supposed to be about makes me even surer that life has finished being quiet again.

So that was that. If you'd like to, commenting with constructive criticism is appreciated... Otherwise just stay tuned for more stuffs and such!

He's easily my favorite character, and he's wishing me a very merry un/half-birthday :3