Food, Life, Picture Post

Success Lunch! 01/25/2016

So, I made another cute lunch. Not as cute as some of my others, but I remembered to take a picture of this one.


Ta-Da! I didn’t have a lot of supplies when I made this, but thanks to my lucky veggie cutters I was able to cut out all sorts of cute things. That little figure is my mad radish farmer. I figured that he is mad, because his radishes are actually cucumbers. Which… was probably to much thought put into making a tiny man. There is a ghost in there, with the apples, I gave him a face too. He is hiding among the flowers.


Not as cute as Pusheen, who I love and adore and want to fill my life with. Of course you can always find more cute images of fat cats here.

I have made the mistake/mission of working overtime tomorrow. Which is great because I need the money, but it sucks after the day I had today. I am currently working on an article for EVERYONE on the internet about how to get along with customer service. I’ve worked in that industry for YEARS and I think I can help a lot of people out. 🙂


I’m still waiting to hear back for Montana State, the requests I sent are being forgotten under lap tops and will be found later in an out bin under the box of hard candy they got for christmas and forgot to eat and finally decided to throw out, and that’s if my requests don’t stick to the bottom of the box of candy, because the heat got left on to high and some of the sugar melted to the envelope. And then it will try to make a recovery by flopping out onto the floor when the trash gets taken out but then it will get kicked under a filing cabinet only to be discovered three years later by Denise from Accounting who dropped the ring she bought online to convince her coworkers that she was married and that she didn’t go home to an empty apartment with a bottle of wine every night. Not even her cat will hang out with her anymore. But she doesn’t want her co-workers to feel sorry for her and she doesn’t want her loneliness part of the office gossip so she printed out pictures of a random man on facebook, bought a fake ring, and pretends to be happy. She is going to find the envelope under the filing cabinet, open it up, and realize that oh “Derrik in processing needs this.” Derrik is going to tell her the form is expired and doesn’t have the right robot stamp because it’s been three years since and technology has evolved and now the form I originally sent in doesn’t compute. THAT’S how it’s going to go down.


So I sit and wait. And wait some more. They’ve added more things to my checklist too, probably thinking that I wouldn’t notice, like someone would do to a shopping list telling me I need cookie dough when I don’t or when someone adds an extra chore to a list when I wasn’t looking. That’s how I felt. I haven’t submitted the application for housing yet, because I’m still waiting to see if I get approved. If I don’t get approved and I have filled out the application, then I don’t get the housing application deposit back. That’s 200$ I can always put to something else.


Life, Rant, Short Post

The Half Ginger Freaks Out!

So, howdy friends.

Today, I decided that I was going to check on my application to MSU (Montana State, for anyone who thought they would check it out by googling it. Michigan State has the web address I typed in the password and the username that I was issued to check and I couldn’t find it.

A mirror SHATTERED in my brain. Like the scene in the Labyrinth when the part ends.

The one that happens after this. I couldn’t gif.

Oh, I freaked out. Couldn’t find it. Raced through my old emails, looking for the receipt from when I paid my application fee, couldn’t find it the first go around. I finally found it, I went to look for the confirmation email that should have been sent when I requested the report for my ACTs. Couldn’t find it. Hurried to the ACT website, logged in (after having to request ALL of my login information again, because… ugh, it’s not one I’m going to remember). There was NO record of my ACT scores being sent to MSU. And that’s when the stone drops. BOOM! In the pit of my stomach, nausea, panic, and worry. So I dropped 34 dollars to re-request it. Normally it would be 12 dollars, but being as old as I am and from taking the ACT in 2008, it had been archived and needed more time to process. 34 dollars I wasn’t going to spend.

Ugh! FINALLY, I frantically searched the MSU website for any answer. I found the “MyInfo” page and decided to give logging in a go. HOLY CRAP IT LET ME IN!





Life, Picture Post, Short Post

Happy 3 Years!

So, I’ve been alerted that today is officially the 3rd year anniversary of my writing on this blog. Which… is really only 2 years, because I kind of ignored 2015. But, anyway:


Look! I found an image! Thanks google!

So here is to at least 3 more! Stay safe my friends!

Chapstick + bad lighting = weird shine



Life, Picture Post

Learning is Hard

So, my task of learning Japanese for the past… 15 (almost) years has been difficult. Partially due to the fact that I can’t concentrate long enough to remember anything. I’ve tried workbooks, language partners, Rosetta stone (It’s not that bad, I just always have to restart), and immersion (which isn’t easy when I live in a state where almost no one speaks Japanese and can only get the exposure through music and television. I watch A LOT of Japanese movies.)

I’m trying a new technique. I have this notebook that I’ve been saving for something; like all my notebooks. But instead of normal lined paper it has graph paper. This is helpful for me. It also makes me laugh because I bought CAMPUS notebooks for when I get good at writing things in Hiragana and Katakana. Which… are not as nice as the notebook I’m currently using, but as they always say in food service “Oldest first.” I’m still looking for workbooks for children that have basic phrases like “My name is…” Watashi wa…. I think they would be useful to have just because I don’t know simple phrases like that. But, I will share with you what I have done so far. (It’s probably not all correct, but I spent a lot of time on it, and damn it, I think I’m okay with spending a lot of time being wrong on this.)


My notebook with my Rilakkuma Space Cadet Pencil

Here I have written “Possessor”because I couldn’t find a word for “to own” and then my Japanese name and my American name.
This is what I’ve done, I’m rather proud of it. It doesn’t say a lot. Has both of my names again, the fact that my eyes are blue, and it lists two of my hobbies (crochet and cinema)

I had a fab friend in Japan check it for me, and she says it looks correct. It’s not her first language, but she knows more than I do, so I’m going to trust her.

Now, because someone is going to have a question about it, I have been given a Japanese name. This was done by a Japanese person and I accept it for what it is. On the owner page, it is the one written without the parens, on the description page it is the series of characters after the semi-colon. It’s Kazuko (Kah-zoo-ko). It’s easier for my Japanese friends to pronounce, and since we are working on their english, it’s important for me to know that they don’t struggle with my name. Kazuko mean “first” and “child” as well as “Harmony”. I am the first child in my family, so, that works for me. Not sure on the harmony part, but hey, two meanings.

I’m sure there are a few of you that have rolled your eyes at this and muttered “weeaboo” or something to that effect. Honestly, I don’t care. I’ve studied the nation of Japan and it’s culture for the majority of my life. Sure, I started with anime, but it’s more than that now. I don’t think I’m Japanese. Yes, I use Japanese words as much as possible with the people I know, because it helps me learn. Why I do what I do is why I do it. I don’t do it for you, I do what makes me happy.

So, yes, to cap this off. I’m working in a good direction. I’m going to try my hardest to make my goal a reality. So, Kanpai!




Life, Rant

It’s Been About A Year



So, life isn’t easier, like I thought it would be at this point in my life. I had to leave my job at Plum Creek because I got hurt and I can’t lift what I used to be able to. Means I’ve had to take my job at Teletech back up, which isn’t as bad as young me thought it was. I’m also starting another job soon, I barely make enough to pay the bills I acquired while I had a great paying job. People say life has lots of ups and downs, and this time of year isn’t easy for anyone, especially when you are starting the year without someone you always thought would be there.



Unlike the passed few years, I haven’t made up my mind about what my resolutions are this year. I feel like I always just proclaim my dreams for the upcoming year, but in my attempt to achieve them, I fail miserably. I guess that is just what resolutions are though. Though, to recap 2015, it hasn’t been all bad. I’m starting a new year one organ short, 3 more inches of hair, and (after much bothering him about him agreeing to let me talk about him here) in love.

He isn’t a new addition to my life, we’ve known each other for years. We’ve been together for a little over a year now. Both of us weren’t expecting the other to show up in our lives again. At least how I see it. Drunk me decided that he’d be a good person to text one night after discussing with my mother my passed relationship and who she actually liked (this topic is not open for further discussion now). So, I sent him a drunk facebook message. And he’s been in my life ever since. For two awkward, proud, and stubborn people we are quite hilarious together. Just this morning I asked him if I should wear a ponytail or a braid. I actually phrased it as “Should I Lara Croft it today?” while holding my hair back, and he said yes. I asked him if he had had a problem with the braid. He said it made me look to Nordic. My response was “We’ll, that’s my heritage.” and he responded “It’s so nordic, it’s like you have an Ikea sofa on your head.” It made me laugh. Which is good. Because I feel like laughter has been missing from my life from a very long time. He tries to bring more fun into my life, says I don’t have enough of it. I’ve replaced laughter and fun with stress and anxiety (they were always there, but they’ve developed to the point of independent space travel if I were to let them venture forth). I will admit, that sometimes I get mad at him. I’m sure at least once he has been mad at me. Like when he laughed at me for crying during The Hobbit: Battle of Five Armies, I told him before hand that it was going to happen and then called him out for being an asshole afterwards. Or… when the angel/doll thing in Krampus came alive. He giggled at me for it, he thinks my fear is silly. I can see where it is silly for him, but it doesn’t make it any less scary. Haha.

He is never afraid to be blunt with me, or honest. I didn’t know how much that meant to me, until it was right in front of me. I know that if I ask him a question, he is going to be direct with his answer. He has tried beating around the bush before, but he is TERRIBLE at it. He brings out the strong and confident person that I am, knows that I can fight my own battles and that sometimes I need help and knows that I won’t always ask for it. He makes me feel smart and has proved me wrong on occasion (AS I HAVE HIM. Alligators and Crocodiles DO NOT give live birth. I WAS RIGHT.) He has brought out things in me that I didn’t know were there. I’ve found a liking to programming and electrical engineering. He has introduced me to new shows that (surprisingly) I like; and new games that I have found enjoyment in. We aren’t perfect, and I never expect us to be, that would be boring. Our imperfectness is one of the many things that I love about him.


My book challenge did not go as expected. I have read a total of… ZERO books through. I should have planned this better. I’ve started SO many of them, but I haven’t finished any of them. I did take a nice mental health holiday to the coast. Not sure anymore if I’ve spoken about that in past posts. But it was nice to get away from everything. It was a solo trip to Portland, Ore. and Seaside, Ore. I walked the beach every morning, found a FULL sand dollar (FYI: sand dollars have a lot of meaning for me. I had a teacher in high school who gave me three sand dollars for christmas one year, and for some reason, I felt that they meant something special. I found that one on the beach, and I wrote over 15,000 words in a week), saved a crab from a seagull, pronounced myself “Lord of the Crustaceans”, and at certain points, I would just scream at the ocean.


A huge and purely natural force that I braced myself against and screamed at. Heels dug into the sand and salty wind whipping through my hair and I screamed at the top of my lungs everything I couldn’t stand about my life. And then the wake would go out… and somehow, for a moment it was like the ocean was willing to take that from me and store it away in the depths of itself to help free me from it. But then the ocean would come back and I’d shout at it again. Which is way more poetic that I planned on being about it.

Hotel DeLuxe in Portland

If I can’t get enough money together to go back to school, I’m buying a one way ticket somewhere and I’ll figure it out from there. It’s the constant feeling that I’m wasting my life, that I need to be somewhere else. But I guess a lot of people feel that way and there isn’t anything special about the way I feel.


Room at the Seaside Inn; booked the Vascasa Vacation Rentals. Super Nice. (Don’t mind the bear, it was a long trip for him.)

Anyway, for everyone out there, have a great 2016. Yours may not be filling with awkward conversations, prozac, and cheap beer; but I trust it’ll be an adventure for us all.

Happy New Year.



Life, Picture Post

A New Phish, Downsizing, and Figuring Out Life

So, it’s been a while… and in the past I have said that a lot.

courtesy of Huperbole and a Half

I love that thing. But, life hasn’t done much, and that probably had to do with the fact that I haven’t told it to do anything. Applied to college at MSU, going for Engineering and computer science (double major) with a minor in Japan Studies. I’ve been working much harder on my Japanese than I have been over the past 10 years. I have several conversational partners and I use an app when I don’t speak with them. I also broke down and bought Rosetta stone, which I have found out really helps with my pronunciation. One of my partners said that the phrases I’ve learned through that program are wonderful. I’ve got an American friend over there too. She is from Texas and she helps me figure out A LOT (see above). She understands how my American brain processes learning and knows how hard it is to learn that language. But I’ve learned a ton of stuff from her and from my partners.


So, I have a new fish. He is a betta and his name is Phish.Griff (fish-point-grif).

phishHis name is Griff, because he is red. If I have to explain it anymore, you don’t get the joke. I also added a ‘f’ to his name because I like to misspell things. So yea, he’s hanging out with me right now. He is super shy, but he is bubble nesting so that is a good sign. He is sitting on my side table in the sun so that we can hang out while I’m on the computer.


I’ve downsized over the past month, and I don’t just mean that I’ve lost weight (and I have). I had my appendix removed two weeks ago. So that has been fun. Took us a month to get there, and it took three doctors visits to get someone to understand that I wasn’t faking the pain in my side. Thankfully there was nothing wrong with my appendix, but for now the pain has subsided and hopefully it doesn’t come back. If it does we will handle it then.


I have a few plans laid out for my life, because anyone that knows me, knows that I must be prepared for everything and if I’m not I panic. First plan: I got back to school next fall, study in Japan my junior year, graduate, and then move to Japan to work for an engineering company (not to bad, a little bit of a reach.) Second Plan: Move to Poland. That’s right readers, I’ve applied for work in POLAND. THE COUNTRY! Still waiting to hear from the company, but I am definitely looking forward to working there. It’s such a once in a lifetime opportunity. If I don’t go to school then plan three is that I move back to Portland and just do my own thing there. I miss that city so much and I feel like I fit in the best there. Maybe it’s Powell’s Books that I miss so much, or the locally brewed ciders… or just the fact that I didn’t ever feel the need to be embarrassed about myself because it’s Portland and no one cares.


So that’s how life has been. Still crafting and writing. Now that I own the domain again hopefully I’ll update more often, but hey, who knows.


Later, Peeps!

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What I Have Learned After A Year of Being Single and A New Book Challenge

So, Hello! I just pulled the cat from the couch, how are you? It’s been a couple of months, but everything is very well here. I was officially hired by Plum Creek, so I got about a seven dollar raise. That and all the overtime I work helps out a lot. I have never finished out a pay period with money left over, and I was able to do that. Being financially stable is an amazing thing, it is a new thing, and it is something I have come to enjoy greatly.

It’s been a busy year. Changed jobs, moved (twice), and my car broke down. The super big things. Who knows I may move a third time before 2014 is over. I’ve learned a lot about myself in the past year (September to September, and I am aware that it is October). After the dramatic shift my life took, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Thankfully, I’ve had an amazing support team along the way. I learned that it isn’t as awkward as I thought it would be to go to the movies with myself. It’s also easier to coordinate movie dates and dinners with friends when it’s only you. But let me make a list, as I have grown to love lists. I have also grown to forget them a lot.

1) Cooking for one: Surprisingly a super hard thing to relearn. I went for a while cooking for two people, but one of those people had a two person appetite. A pound of bacon wouldn’t be enough. A block of cheese would last a day, and a box of pasta would be dinner for one. Once the Shift (I should really just call it that all the time) occurred, I found I was still buying for more than myself, and a lot of food went to waste. At the time that wasn’t cool because I wasn’t making a whole lot of money and that was just lost funds over time. I started to buy small frozen meals. Good for portion control, terrible for sodium levels. Then I went through a snacks only phase. So many pistachios were consumed over a few months, as well as candies and goldfish crackers. Oh, dear me, do not get me started on the goldfish crackers. I could have wholesaled out of my room with how many packages I had bought and subsequently consumed. Now, I eat what I want. If I want to eat a whole meal of red curry shrimp, I will. Most days I have a salad for lunch. I’ll have two corndogs for dinner if I work midnights, and I’m okay with that.

2) Making Friends: Before the Shift, I had the friends I had always had. Those that stuck with me through everything. After it, it was like a whole new world of people was opened up before me. I rarely went to bars before September of last year, because I was with someone and they never wanted to go. Last November I started to work at Target and met people that wanted me to hang out with them at bars. So, nervous the first time I went out, I don’t talk to anyone at the table. Somehow I still won them over. They kept inviting me back, I became their friend, we shared stories and hung out together. I had never had bar friends, and now I did (/do). I was an introvert among introverts, we all hated coming out of our houses and socializing. But, we had found a common place to hang out with people just like ourselves, and I don’t know if extroverts know how amazing and magical it can be.

3) Flirting: Apparently, I’m good at it. In all of my weirdness and all of my quirks, I’m apparently good at flirting. I did not know this.

4) Roommates: I have had very few good roommates experiences. Before I moved to Portland, I lived with a (now former) boyfriend and various other roommates in that same house. I loved that house. I lived with good people, and for the most part we got along. Then I moved a few times and I was tired of moving. This time last year though, my best friend Ky and her husband, offered me their spare room. Now, Ky wasn’t a new friend. She and I had met back in 2009 when I started at Teletech. Our friendship grew over time and slowly she became my best friend. When I was living in Beaverton and her and her husband told me they were going to visit Portland, I immediately offered my space to them and they offered a space to me. I trust them 100% and I know they would never let me down. We have our ups and downs, but I have learned so much from them and they have helped me grow as a human being. I tell them all the time that I don’t need to be married because I get to be around them and the happiness they share is enough for me. I wouldn’t trade their friendship for the world.

Maybe more of a list later… I already feel like this post is stretching on and on and on. But, I wanted to talk about the book challenge I’m going to start on January 1st, 2015. It’s a reading list, pulled from the front and back covers of a book called

    501 Must Read Books

Courtesy of Google Image Search

That is the book. I bought it at The Bookshelf in Kalispell. I picked it up, took it to the counter, and told the clerk (Mary is her name) that I was going to read all of them in a year. That’s 1.37 books a day and 9.63 books a week. I’m still shooting for that goal, It’s not entirely unattainable, a bit unrealistic but not unattainable. Some of them are about 800 pages long though, others are around 250-300 pages. It all comes down to time management. If I don’t finish in a year, then the challenge will be to see how long it takes me to read them all.

There is a list online if you want to see the selection of what I’m going to be reading here. I challenge you to try it out too. It’ll be a fun year expanding your reading ventures. I’ll try to update every week over the coming year what I finished, thoughts on the process, and so on. Bad Rock Books and The Bookshelf are going to get a lot of business from me, as well as the library.

Well, I’ve said a lot here, more than I’ll probably write in all of NaNoWriMo next month.

Have a good October everyone!


Expiry, Coldsmoke Confidence, and Why You Should Never Bring Your Weight Up

So, apparently it had been two months. How do I know that? I know that because my domain has apparently expired. No big deal, right? Except my renewal price went up. It’s not a lot, but it’s a lot to someone who works the hours I do, it’s a lot. No worries though, but it may have to stay expired for a while. 

Last night I went to the bar with friends. One thing I’ve enjoyed about being as single as I am is being able to go out with my friends, have a few beers, and meet new people. Usually a pitcher of Kokanee is involved and we all have a good time. Well, last night I showed up late to the party and someone (who had a ride, thankfully) wasn’t about to finish a pitcher of Coldsmoke Scotch Ale. If you have never had it, go out and get some. Drink it slow though, it’s a very dense and magical flavor. It’s got a great body, a great head on it’s shoulders, it’s dark and mysterious, great personality… I’m still talking about the beer right? Anyway. Try it if you haven’t. My theory says that there is something in Coldsmoke that gives you (what I call) “Sober Confidence”. Now I know what you’re thinking, you’re drinking beer, in a bar (or at home) so how can you be sober. Well, unless you’re in a indie/teen/college movie, you don’t get drunk right away. Yes, some people do get to that point faster than others. However, just a tiny bit of Coldsmoke and you can take on the world. Seriously, it’s like it stares confidence into you while you watch the head dissipate and leave that tasty tasty goodness. Then you take your first sip, and WHAM! you feel like you can do anything. It’s uncanny and amazing. So, you’ve ingested the beer, but not digested. To a point, you are sober (but a walking time bomb, Don’t Drive.) So, I’m staring at this pitcher, and they’ve put a glass of it in front of me asking me to finish their beer for them. I am not one to waste beer. AT ALL! My rule is, “Don’t order what you can’t finish. And if you can’t, have a friend who can.” But none of that goes back to the bar. Waste of money at that point too. 

So, I finish the glass (first drink of the night) and go about my business, but I feel magical. It was a great feeling. I talked to a new person I had never met and we had an actual conversation. About video games and school. It was a great conversation. There will never be enough beer in the world to deal with what happened with other people at the bar, but my night was great. I had a great night. And I think it’s because Coldsmoke was all up in my head saying “Now don’t do anything to crazy, but that person is attractive, you have attractive friends. You should be friends with that person.” 

That’s a true story, I do not have unattractive friends. All of them are good looking. It’s like I attract good looking persons and they decide it would be a great idea to be friends with me. Which is a great idea, because I’m pretty fantastic. So, I made a new friend and I wasn’t awkward about it. Would I have had the conversation I did had I been 100% sober? Probably not. The reason is because I don’t perform well in social situations. And don’t be all like “Oh you’re great in social settings.” or “You’re always super chipper and talkative when I see you.” That second one is true, and usually when people see me it’s at work. I don’t get paid to frown and be a grumlsnufagus. Sure I don’t get paid to be super upbeat and sweet either, but I’m probably going to keep my job longer with the latter. I am not a social butterfly, I am a social moth. I’ll associate with other people at night who just happen to be around the same porch lamp that I am. Haha! So, the Coldsmoke helped.

Now, I’m going to start on the topic that made this post title INCREDIBLY long. Last night (at the bar still, I was only there 4 hours) a bunch of the girls were complaining about their weight. Now, when people complain about their weight around me, I have loads of problems with it (You are who you are and you are the only one in your power to change that.). It got to the point where I was tired of hearing it, and so I stated my weight and how it doesn’t bother me because it’s who I am. There are lots of pounds of awesome that I have to carry around everyday and I accept that. Shortly (within about a second) I realized my mistake. I have never had that many faces and fingers in my face telling me “Oh that’s not true. Don’t say that.” “You’re beautiful, don’t even think different.” It, literally threw me from my bar stool. I caught myself on the table behind me, but there was no escape. I then had to explain (to some very drunk ladies) that I wasn’t saying my weight was bad (sure I could lose a few pounds, but I accept where I am in that field and am working towards bettering myself) and that I needed them to confirm that I was beautiful. Just that what the scale says is a number and that you shouldn’t live your life by that number. Sure you may have been skinnier in high school, but you’ve gone through a LOT since then. Don’t let the scale define you. Thankfully though, it stopped the conversation (my original idea) and then went to talk about something else. I got to talk about Game of Thrones with a friend, and the night (for me) went pretty fantastic from there. 


So, next time I want to talk to someone new, I may just look at the Coldsmoke. Test different sides of my theory. Or maybe I’ll just drink it because it’s delicious. Don’t talk about your weight around lighter people, because they will automatically think you’re putting yourself down. And always have a good friend to talk about TV shows with. 

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Angry (Feet)

So, It has been a month since I left you amazing people with hopes and dreams of me finishing Nano. Well, I didn’t finish, but that’s okay because I’ve had a lot going on. Lately I have been angry about a few things. Don’t get me wrong for the most part, life has been pretty great. I have a job I love, friends and family who love and care about me, a warm place to sleep at night, tasty food, and so on. But there is one specific person who, to my knowledge reads this blog, won’t leave me alone. And this makes me somewhat angry. The title of this post is actually a Tim Minchin song, who I adore. So I borrowed it. The person I am about to speak to will remain nameless for the time being. So, let me begin.


You need to stop calling me. You need to stop texting me. Stop trying to be my friend. You make me sound like the villain. Really, you think that that’s going to make me want to talk to you? It’s been a while since I’ve texted you back, I thought you would get the hint. I told you to leave me alone and that I didn’t want to talk to you anymore. Which YOU SHOULDN’T BE SUPRISED ABOUT! It’s your fault this is happening, so quit trying to pin it on me. I didn’t use you for anything, if you remember THAT was your IDEA! What happened a few days later WAS YOUR IDEA! Don’t send me a message that you are lying to my face through. I know the real reason you did what you did so don’t say it was so we could spend more time together! It was because you didn’t want to be around anymore. The fact you lied at the very end, and to what I can only suspect was a few times through to whole thing, and now you are lying to me to try to get me to talk to you, it’s not going to happen. I am trying VERY FRAKING HARD to move on with my life. This is the last time I will ask you to leave me alone. Seriously, knock it off. You wanted this to end and now it’s over. Life doesn’t have checkpoints and life doesn’t have restart buttons. Even if I were to start talking to you, what do you think would happen? Do you think we would really be friends? Seriously? I’m hurt, I’m heartbroken, and I’m incredibly angry over the whole thing. You are not the person I want to talk to. So stop it.


So there you have it. I try not to do things like that, but this is something that needs to stop. Everytime, I get angry. I’m not an angry person. Sure, I may cause I laugh for the people that know this person, but those people are apart of the problem. They laughed and giggled at me the night it happened. I blame three people.

Here is a picture of feet (just to make the post title relevant):

(Photo Courtesy of angry feet @ deviantart)

Actually, that’s a picture of Tim Minchin, who does the beat poem, Angry (Feet). He’s pretty amazing.

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Well, Hello There!

So, it has BEEN A WHILE HASN’T IT INTERNET! I’m excited to see you again! Life has been INCREDIBLY crazy the past few months. I haven’t completed a single project, but I have run into some major roadblocks. Bryant moved all the way to Montana and then promptly left me about 2 months later, I’m still a little bitter about it. My job at the bakery broke my tiny little baker’s heart. A few good things though, I didn’t severely burn myself all season at the bakery, I am now single, I have the white car that I drove in high school back in my possession and I AM MOVING IN WITH MY BEST FRIEND! So, more good things than bad things. \

NaNoWriMo starts next friday. I am actually taking a class to help me stay focused this November. Hopefully this year I will finish without any terrible things happening. I am the world’s greatest procrastinator and it effects how I write. I think everyone should participate in NaNo, even if the thought never occurred to them to write a novel. It’s a great boost when you reach a goal and with writing I just find it easier. 

This year’s plan for Nano… is that there isn’t one! There never is. I am thinking about reworking the story I was working on for camp. There is a part in it where my main character has to make a decision, either go save the world (it’s more than that but that’s what I use to describe it) or stay at home, get married, and live a long, happy, and uneventful life (-snore-). Obviously I know what he is going to do, because if he didn’t do the former, there would be no story. So, instead of giving him the choice, I think I’m just going to have him kidnapped. 

I’ll lay it out here for you:
Rhen Farrar is our main character and he hates living in Oakreach, a town in a mountain (which I based off Columbia Mountain if you wanted a size comparison).
So, one day he goes off on his own to make him way to the capitol city, erm… blergablerga. (I don’t have one yet). He has left with a bunch of merchants and traders who end up robbing him and leaving him for dead.
He is tied up and bleeding and whatnot and this woman saves him. For some reason she looks like the girl from Brave (who has a name I cannot spell for the life of me) only older. She treats his wounds and gives him a token. Then she leaves him in the forest.
Rhen has to walk home and given his lack of a lot of clothing, shoes and no money; he has a bad time doing it. He’s is almost dead by the time he gets back up the mountain.
He recovers (of course), and asks his childhood sweetheart (who he had almost been engaged to before he left) to marry him, she says yes and la-dee-da the plan the wedding.

So, this is where I have been stuck, because Rhen wants to marry her but the red haired lady from the forest shows up and is all “we need your help”. So he has to make a choice about going with her or staying with his soon to be wife. What I’m thinking, is that instead of him even having a choice, the red haired lady (who actually doesn’t have a name, yet) just abducts him in a huge shroud of mist and she makes him a deal about he helps her and she takes him home and everything goes from there. 

I think it adds a dramatic effect to it, but I’m not sure if that’s the direction I want to take. But that’s all I have thought about NaNo this year. haha!


As I believe I have mentioned somewhere on this blog, I want to start doing book reviews, one every two weeks or so. But I’m not sure what I want to review, so I am leaving that decision up to all my lovely readers. If there is a book that I absolutely must read, please let me know in a comment!

I have missed you all, and I will try to post more often, though through November, I may just post excepts.