Temple o' Dew

Temple o' Dew
Originally uploaded by Marlewen.

yah...this is me totally NOT taking out the recyclibles

A Perfect Circle is neat...

I've been soooo slacking in updates...not that any of you mind, I'm sure. You all have important Blogger lives to get to, so I'll make this relatively short.My birthday is on Monday. WOOOO! I will have reached my SECOND decade of life. Neat, huh? I already know what I'm getting from nana...mainly because I actually told her something she could get me, OH EM GEE!! You have to understand that every year she asks me, and every year I say "I dun care..." But this year I was prepared with links to eBay shops XD However, once she looked at it and realized PayPal was involved...she was all about me buying it myself, ^^; So she's just gonna pay me back for it when I go home. As for what I ordered: a container of 1,004 pieces of paper for making Lucky Stars ^^; And a pack of 60 strips of Virgo paper (purple!) for stars as well. So much fun! After I make enough for my first wish (1,000), I'm gonna get some different paper for making pretty stars to hang from strings in the room. I may also make some cranes XD I like origami...it's one of the few crafts that doesn't cause great amounts of stress for me when I mess up, cuz there are always at least TWO things I can make: stars and cranes.

Sometime this weekend, after I get tired of doing homework, I'm going to get started on the layout for my Achillies webcomic. Yesyes, my SNAIL is going to have his own webcomic. Cool, ne? Kevin's going to program it for me...though I have to do all the arty crap. I have a good idea of what to do, I'm just not sure about like...sizes of things that will go on the site. That kind of stuff confuses me a little.

In related news, Kevin is working on a blog script...something like LJ or Blogger that will be offered to the public. It's not finished yet, but if you want one, just sign up for a site with Kylosa (it's free!) and he could make you one for your own use ^^ His newest addition to the script allows multiple users for one blog, but it has an administrator who chooses who can be added and who will be able to edit what. Also, it allows for avatars ^^ I ish proud of him for it.

In OTHER news, I started another short story XD I haven't given up on the MacPhearson story yet, though. I've been working on it a little while sitting in class. You guys know me, I tend to write a little, work on something else, then come back to it. I've heard from other writers, too, that that works really well. Keeps you from getting bored with the same idea. My new story takes place in a town like Hot Springs, but not, (though I say that it takes place in the mountains of NC and the main character goes to "Patriot High School" XD), and she comes to find out that they've been hiding something (as do most small towns). She comes to find out that living in the river, (or a big lake, can't decide quite yet), there is a mermaid. Now, this mermaid is by far no Princess Ariel. She's based on the Japanese legends (cuz those are the only actual mermaid legends I know), in which Mermaids are friggin EVIL. See, first a person feeds from their flesh, if they survive, this person becomes immortal. However, if a Mermaid feeds on the flesh of one of these immortals, prefferably a girl, then that Mermaid takes on that person's youth and beauty. It also allows for them to disguise themselves as humans. I think. I gotta do a little more research and iron out the fine details. Anyway, this girl, by a series of events, ends up being basically thrown to the Mermaid. I can't say much else without giving away a great deal, but that's the gist of it.

WEEEEE...

Awww....I'm out of Pocky...

That's how the courses drop...err...something

So...I just dropped my writing fiction class. Now then, lemme explain before I start getting yelled at by the likes of Megan and Emily...either Emily. My legs have gotten worse since last year. They're staying constantly swollen...much like mommy feared they would. They'll prolly stay like this until I go to her doctor so's that he can point at me and say that I have inbred-hillbilly syndrome. For this reason, walking to Graham is out of the question. I didn't just fall comming out of there because of the step, I fell because my legs couldn't carry me anymore T_T Other reasons include the fact I'm terrible in workshops because I offer no help for other writers and that my work load this semester is a lot and I don't really have time for writing.

So yah.

I hate admitting defeat...

I hate being defeated...

Well...it seems my legs and hands have been swollen for...lesse...three days straight. I may have to drop my writing ficiton class...not just because I have like...2 .oz of self esteem with my writing, but rather because I just can't walk to the Graham building. This is the first semester that I've had this much trouble...and I don't like it. But ya know, I can deal with it. Besides, with all my other work, I don't think I'd have time to finish the two required stories.

I hate admitting defeat, though T_T

So...here we go with the update.

First off...the bunk beds that were already set up didn't make it through the night. As soon as I found out how wobbly it was, we took that sucker down ^^; They're lofted now, and it's much more comfy. We're excited cuz we have like, a crazy amount of space.

As for the classes...I love all my classes on Mondays, Wednsdays, and Fridays. Especially Japanese...I think I'm going to do well in that class, and the Prof is so cute and funny XD She likes to tell stories, particularly about her cats. Her cats are her children. Anyway...yah...totally need to be doing Russian homework...so maybe more later when I can think more clearly o..O

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! IT'S A STORY UPDATE! xD

It's not much of an update...but at least it's something, ya know?

When she returned to the McPherson house, she was greeted by a very angry little Jamie. He clung to her skirt and looked up at her with large eyes and a furrowed brow. In his little voice, he scalded her for leaving him without telling him and burst into tears before he could finish his lecture. She could do nothing but smile at him. Over the years, she had learned well how to hide behind a good smile and with this she would hide the pain of leaving him again. She bent down and pulled him close, brushing his dark, curly hair from his face and wiped away his tears. She slid the fiddle case that she had been carrying from her right shoulder down her arm and opened it. Little Jamie stared at it for a moment, and then looked at his mother in confusion. “Take it,” she said, “and learn to play. Become the best fiddle player that all of Scotland has ever seen, and when people hear your nimble fingers dancing along the strings, they’ll be hearing the voice of your people. This way, you’ll never forget.” Little Jamie didn’t say a word. He was afraid of saying goodbye, afraid that saying out loud would make it true. He simply cried without stopping as his mother bent down to kiss his forehead and then walked away.

Little did he know that the separation from his mother wouldn’t be quite as long as either of them had expected.

La Chupracabra and the thing under the bed.

You all need to read this comic. It's HEEElarious.

Plus there's a chupracabra in a bere...who couldn't love that?

Wow o.o

Ok, so like..I'm still alive and stuff...and there will be more story at some point...I'm just kinda stuck on it a little....but there will be more! There has to be, or I won't be able to turn it in for my class this comming semester ^^;

Newest Installment

Ok, so here ya go! It doesnt' seem like much really...but I swear when double spaced in Word it's like two and a half pages. Anyway, I can't remember if I posted it on here or not yet, but my mom found out what the Lord's actual name was, so from now on he's going to be William instead of James. Trust me, it'll be a lot less confusing that way ^^: So I'll go back and change that after I post this.

Enjoy!

William was surprised to say the least. He was both excited and terrified at the same time; on the one hand, he would finally have a child. On the other hand, there was now proof of his affair with Sarah. Until this point, both of the families had known about the affair but it was easily pushed aside and assumed that it wouldn’t last for very long. But now that there would be a child no one could ignore it anymore and the consequences would be set into place. Just as it was against public law for Gypsies to interfere with the people of Scotland, it was against Gypsy law to have contact with non-Gypsies, unless of course you were in the business of making money by whatever means. As result, Sarah was ignored by most of her family and Band. William, in a moment of desperation, decided to take her and the child in as servants in his household just after the child was born. The reasoning he gave to his family was that he took pity on the woman, having no other place to go. The family accepted this, even though they knew the truth. You’ll find that in most cases, it’s easier for people to ignore the truth and accept the lie.

The child was given two names, as is customary amongst the Gypsies, the first being James and the second being Seumas. Only his mother and father knew him by his second name, everyone else just called him Jamie. Little Jamie had only been there a year before Elizabeth began having children of her own. Soon he had other siblings to play with and after a while no one noticed that he was the only one with dark hair. He wasn’t treated any differently by any of the family and even Elizabeth eventually began looking after him when he was playing with her children. During this time William’s affair had almost come to an end. He began paying more attention to his wife and children than he did to Sarah, and she was beginning to get jittery staying in one place. She loved her son, and her heart still burned for William, but she longed to be out in the hills with her Band, listening to the music her father played by the fire. One night she snuck off into the darkness, not to return for several days. She was going back to her family’s camp to plead with her father to be allowed to return. On her venture back, she was greeted with the news that her father had his hand broken by an angry townsman who suspected him of stealing horses. The healer of their caravan had tended to it, but she wasn’t able to set it in time. His hand was too mangled to hold his fiddle. People were beginning to be more aggressive to her kind and it was apparent that they needed as many on their side as possible. It was decided that she could return, and could even bring the boy with her if she wanted. She told him that she would return in two weeks after she had thought over it. Again, she loved her son dearly, but he could do so much better living with his father where he would grow up with money and without the ill treatment of the people of Europe. She also asked a favor of her father before she left; she asked to take his fiddle, as he no longer had any use for it.

HOLEH CRAPEH! More story

So yah...here ya know...right where the last entry left off.

It was then that he noticed her clothing. She wasn’t wearing rags, but her clothes didn’t seem quite appropriate for a wedding. She was wearing a simple dress, the skirt of which seemed to be made of several layers of fabric, which had coins and jewels sewn into the hem and around the short sleeves. Around each wrist she wore several bracelets at a time and wore two necklaces about her neck. It was as though she kept all of her belongings with her at once, for even amongst the two long raven braids that fell over her shoulders there were strung coins intertwined. His blue eyes widened, but he quickly caught himself and calmly said “You are very brave, appearing in public as you are. The penalty for Egyptians is that of death.” He tried to keep his voice light and casual. He didn’t want to make her think that he was going to call her out as a Gypsy in the middle of the dancing, but he wanted to be sure that she was aware that someone else might.

“I, sire, have come to find that people who want nothing to do with the likes of myself rarely ever notice me, that is how badly they want to be rid of me,” she said, boldly putting more bread into her pocket. He laughed softly at her and said “Aye. Perhaps that is why I noticed you, then. Because I want everything to do with you…” he paused for a moment to watch her reaction to this, and seeing that she wasn’t completely appalled by him, he continued, “however, it also could have been that you’ve put three pounds of bread into your skirt.” They both began to laugh and from that day on they would continue to laugh together for at least a year. He would continuously sneak off to visit his Gypsy lover, leaving behind a very lonely wife. Elizabeth knew where William had been going and was pretty sure of what he had been doing, she could always tell by the stupid grin he had on his face and the way he would avoid touching her for a few hours after his return. It, however, didn’t bother her. They had been married for a few years by this time and she had yet to bear him any children. She figured that this was the penalty for being a poor wife.

Now, I would like to clarify that William was not a corrupt man. He loved his wife dearly and would have done anything to ensure her happiness. He, however, happened to love Sarah as well. She was so different from any other Scottish woman he had met. There was a mystery, a fire about her that he couldn’t quite figure out. Truth be told, he didn’t want to figure it out. It gave her a wildness that danced behind her dark eyes and this helped him escape from the restrictions of upper class. Because of her lifestyle, her and her family were constantly moving about the highlands of Invernesshire, trying to escape the persecution of the government and the people of the towns. There would be times when he would not see her for days, sometimes even weeks at a time. It would be after one of these weeks that he would learn she was with child.

Story time

I'm working on another story for my writing fiction class comming up this semester (my Alice one seems to be dieing as I speak). I'm trying to actually prepare for the class since I don't know when I'll have to present. Anyway, this new story is a work of historical fiction based around the events of James MacPhearson's life and mixed with my family tree. See, we dunno if he's the James we're decended from or not, but in my story, he is. It's possible. The story is still in it's earliest stages and even now needs tweeking. I'm not entirely happy with the title "Fiddle Strings" and I think I'm going to have the speaker introduce herself in the beginning as Chloe MacPhearson, my ancestor and possible grandaughter of James. I decided to post it and see what you think, though I'm sure no one will read it. So here ya go:

It is important that we never stop telling stories. They are what keep history alive and remind us of those who have lived before us. More importantly, they tell us things that happened that may not be recorded any other way. It is important that we never forget. In true mountain fashion, I would like to share with you a story that, like most stories, is based in fact, however it has been…enhanced to fill in the gaps left out by history books.

It all began at a wedding. The Scottish Lord William MacPhearson of Inverneshire was walking amongst the people, returning their smiles as they shared dance and food around him. It was an outdoor affair and there were so many people that it was hard to tell who was invited and who had just appeared for the free food. No one seemed to mind the intrusion however; they were too busy having a good time to notice. He made his way across the green grass and through the dancing couples to the table where the food was laid out. He began helping himself to the various cheeses when out of the corner of his eye he caught the sparkle of bracelets near the bread. He quickly shot a glance to the wrist connected to these bracelets and then to the owner. It was at this moment that his heart stopped as he stared at what he thought to be the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She stood frozen as well, but more so out of fear than amazement. Apparently he had just caught her in the act of stuffing bread into the pockets of her skirt. He broke into a smile and laughed softly, “Don’t worry my dear, I’m sure no one will notice. It is free after all.” She smiled and blushed deeply as he said this, being slightly ashamed of her behavior.

tears, goodbyes, and heart burn

I came back home from Kevin's house today. There was much crying on my part...kinda did that throughout the whole stay. Luckily, no one noticed until I was just about to leave, then I broke down on Kevin's arm ^^; I'm such a wuss. I had the chance to stay another day...but I just would have cried harder if I had. Yah, I suck like that. He's good with that stuff...I hate that he has to try so hard to make me stop crying (once I start, there's really no stopping), and I don't think he knows how happy I am with his arms around me, even if there are tears streaming down my face and snot trails commin from my nose and I'm all hiccupy and sobby. That's why I miss his hands. They're the best hands in the world.

Ok, now I'm a little off track...So I came home after a rather stressfull drive. Truck drivers are jerks, I think that says it all. I managed to make it home with one egg short of two dozen. Not my fault that the one was cracked, so go me! Now, the reason I have the eggs...because Kevin's mom never lets me leave without some kind of food. Last time it was Jelly. Not that I'm complaining, hell, it's free food, it just makes me giggle that she gave me eggs. It seems a little random and odd. That's like...something that Bernice used to do. She was the lady who we rented our first trailer from when we lived on the outskirts of Hooterville. I used to go with her to collect eggs...though she didn't usually give them to us, she'd give us honey from her own bees ^^ I miss that stuff, it was a LOT better than store bought. I'll be sure to make a srambled egg sammich when I get up tomorrow. I have a feeling I'll be eatin lots of 'em ^^;;;

Ack! My eyes are like...refusing to focus. I think I stared at Google Earth for too long. Either that, or maybe I really do need glasses. Since about the tenth grade I've had trouble seeing stuff written on the board and overhead. I almost hate reading now because my eyes go crossed while I'm reading and my head starts to hurt. I need to get my eyes check, like...bad. Nana said she'd get me an appointment this month...or at least at the beginning of August when she gets paid. And who knows...maybe I'll have to have reading glasses and then I can be all hot with my glasses and...umm...yah. I'll be teh HAWT. You will all envy my HAWTNESS!

ps. I <3 Kei-kun's pudgey pudge.

Fuzzy lemurs, rain, and books on tape

Kevin aparently finds it amusing to force me to listen to The Devinci Code on audio tape....okay, good...he stopped. So anyway...we went and saw Madagascar today...mommy lied to me and said she'd take me...but no..she didn't...*glares and life giver* Anyway...it wasn't too funny, but it had it's moments. I lovied the Penguins ^^ Weee for pengu-pengu!

Kevin found this really neat thing called Google Earth. It's so fun! There's a lot of stuff that isn't mapped yet, but the stuff that is there is neat. There's not much mapped for around here like...at all...but the part that is done is near where a friend of mine lives...so I followed the roads until I found her house...it showed me an arial view of her house! Cars in driveway and everything. It's super neat. I'm going to have to download it when I get home. I have a feeling it's something my mom would enjoy doing. Not only can she obsess about our ancestors, but she can look at where they lived too ^^;

I'm off for now...may be leaving tomorrow...or I may beg to stay another day...there's a movie I wanna catch tomorrow. Plus it's all stormy.

HOLY CRAP!

So Megan wasn't eaten by badgers or anything...she just randomly appeared again today. There was mention of the beach.

Why doesn't anyone ever tell me anything?

*listens to the Donnas*

The Donnas are awesome. You should all listen to them.

In other news...I have no idea what's happened to Megan. It's like she's dissapeared from the face of the mountain. She hasn't been online in like...a month and just now I tried calling her house and got the uber annoying recording saying that the number was dissconnected. These aren't good signs. I'm pretty sure that if she couldn't make the phone payment, she would have wrote wbout it in her journal. She has a very active online life involving EOFF (Final Fantasy messege board thingie) and there are a LOT of people who would want to know if she wasn't going to be online. I'm sure she knows this. So now I'm lead to believe that maybe her grandma (I think) kicked her out of the house in which they were living. Technically the grandma owns it, though she doesn't live there, and can, in all legality, sell it. Megan said that she had changed her mind about it...but she very well could have changed it back at a moment's notice. This is also about the time when she first said she wanted Megan and Sarah out. So now I have to wait. If I want to find out anything, I need to get a hold of their cousin. She lives right up the road and would know what happened. Though, in order for that to happen, I have to wait for Hope to get on. She's the only one I can think of who has her phone number. So yah...

I really hope it's just a phone fluke. Otherwise I'm going to have to go beat some little old woman.

quiz

You Are Subversion!
You are systematic and secretive. Sometimes even very calculating. Most everyone trusts you but they have no idea what really goes on in your head. You are capable of being nice or mean, whatever a situation calls for. You look out for #1.

What Naughty My Little Pony Are You?

stuff portrait friday

This is something I borrowed about six years ago...and have yet to give it back to Matilda.


I'm a college student. I don't do laundry. Febreze is my friend and therefore what I generally smell like ^^;

I dun haven't anything for the third item; a gift never opened. I like all stuff that's given to me, including a plastic fork. So...there ya go.

Moo

Tomorrow is Stuff Portrait Friday! If you dunno what that is...go read Random and Odd's blog *points to link on sidebar* I shall be participating for the first time EVAH...though I'm sure she won't see it. It'll be fun to post about, anyway.

Addiction

So I've discovered that I'm addicted to Typer Shark Delux from Yahoo. It's crazy. I play it nearly every night when I can't sleep (though I take a break to go watch Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, to which I am also addicted), and will continue to play for HOURS. The purpose of the game is to type the words on the sides of the sharks and pirannahs in order to zap them before they reach you. If you don't, they EAT CHOO! The game also tracks your WPM for each round. My wavers a lot ^^; The highest I've gotten has been 84, the lowest being 45 or so. Personally I think it's all just because I like to type and I really like the little zappy noise O..O

Speaking of GITS, you should check out the site for the show here. I suggest you try to catch it on Adult Swim, or go rent the first and second movie, if you can. The animation for the movies is different though....I think Stand Alone Complex is a LOT prettier, and it follows the same design as the original manga.

*cuddles her Major Kusanagi (that chick with the purple hair) figurine*

Little sharpies and the end of the Porntastic nails

That's right ya'll, I got rid of the porntastic nails today. I felt really bad trying to explain to the nice little asian man that the nails were pretty, and I liked them, but I didn't want them anymore. He kept saying that I should have had them cut a little shorter since it was my first set. I told him it was fine, just take them off now...please. So, he took them off (there was a big mess involved with all the gunk that got picked off), then he cut down my natural nails to little nubs. I know why he did it, but my and mommy decided at first that it was punishment for getting rid of the pretty nails that his wife had worked so hard on. We also had to listen to him go on and on about how great america is, much to his wife's embarrassment. After that, me and mommy went over to Wally-World (it's required when you go there), and I didn't get anything, we mostly picked up house stuff and momma got her some "six dolla" shoes. She bought me a mini purple sharpie though O.O I love pens! So now I'm all *scribblescribblescribble* Sharpie! Yay!