I’m not trying to be dramatic or anything. I appreciate those of you who have visited, read, commented, and messaged. I can’t keep up with this anymore. I don’t think I have enough to say that I don’t say a million times elsewhere. Visit my YouTube channel. I will keep up with that. And my Twitter. I spend way too much time on the internet, and I don’t do anything with the sites I spend so much time checking up on.
So good bye wordpress. It’s been fun.
I got an invite the other day, and it’s all I can think about! I’m constantly trying to come up with ways to test this new program and all the apps and extensions and bots they have for it. It’s awesome!
And because it’s new and everything’s still in Beta, everyone’s happy to lend a helping hand where needed. If they know a trick you don’t, ask! They’re always so very nice and will help you with whatever they can! It’s almost like I want to friend everyone in the beta of Google Wave!
The Alligator River Story
There lived a woman named Abigail who was in love with a man named Gregory. Gregory lived on the shore of a river. Abigail lived on the opposite shore of the same river. The river that separated the two lovers was teeming with dangerous alligators. Abigail wanted to cross the river to be with Gregory. Unfortunately, the bridge had been washed out by a heavy flood the previous week. So she went to ask Sinbad, a riverboat captain, to take her across. He said he would be glad to if she would consent to go to bed with him prior to the voyage. She promptly refused and went to a friend named Ivan to explain her plight. Ivan did not want to get involved at all in the situation. Abigail felt her only alternative was to accept Sinbad’s terms. Sinbad fulfilled his promise to Abigail and delivered her into the arms of Gregory. When Abigail told Gregory about her amorous escapade in order to cross the river, Gregory cast her aside with disdain. Heartsick and rejected, Abigail turned to Slug with her tale of woe. Slug, feeling compassion for Abigail, sought out Gregory and beat him brutally. Abigail was overjoyed at the sight of Gregory getting his due. As the sun set on the horizon, people heard Abigail laughing at Gregory.
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THE EXERCISE: After reading the story, rank the five (5) characters in the story beginning with the one whom you consider as the “most offensive” and end with the one whom you consider the “least objectionable.” That is, the character who seems to be the most reprehensible to you should be entered first in the list following the story, then the second most reprehensible, and so on, with the least reprehensible or objectionable being entered fifth. Very briefly note why you rank them in the order that you do.
So from most offensive to least objectionable, I think the following:
Sinbad – He could’ve done it for free, or as a favor, or asked a smaller price. But he knew that he’d get laid/ruin the relationship/cause problems. And he caused the spiral of shit that went down.
Abigail – Really didn’t have to sleep with Sinbad. She could’ve waited or tried harder to get someone else to help her. Or is Ivan the only other person on that side of the river? And then she took joy in her man getting beat up.
Gregory – Didn’t do a damn thing to get to Abigail or help her get to him. Did he want to see her or not? Or was he sleeping around himself and liked that she was across the river?
Slug – Really didn’t have to beat up Gregory, but at least he was a better friend than Ivan. And maybe he wanted her to like him, and thought he’d be manly.
Ivan – Didn’t do anything. Probably felt like he couldn’t talk her out of it either. Maybe he wanted her to herself, but was too shy to ask. In any case, he didn’t do anything.
Everyone’s answer will be different, as it should be. Let me know your list from worst to least worst and why you think so.
Sure the tradition of Christmas is great. Getting together with family, lots of food, gifts for everyone. But what does any of it have to do with the original Christmas? The trees are Pagan in origin. The idea of giving gifts is Pagan. Who is this Santa Clause? This Papa Noel? Whose idea was it to put lights everywhere? So now it’s completely either Pagan or Commercialized. So to bring it back we need to take the extra time to remember the nativity scene by the fireplace and the story of Jesus Christ as Uncle Alan reads the scripture just before kids tear into their presents. We don’t care anymore about the original meaning of Christmas. And perhaps we shouldn’t. After all, we as a whole are not sure the original existed.
I’m glad we can still get candles (Pagan) and Holly and Mistletoe (Also Pagan), and make the season whatever we make it to be, year after year. But I hate that it’s the commercialized Christmas that is endorsed. I hate that kids remember that Uncle Alan has to draw out the old boring scriptures time after time, as they eagerly await it being the polite time to rip open the brightly colored paper on the next gift. They don’t really care about Jesus, they care about Santa. Perhaps they shouldn’t. Perhaps we should learn from them and let the whole thing slide.
Wasn’t the original Christmas actually in August anyway? Before the Christians changed their calendar to make it easier for Pagans to convert, and changed their traditions to make it easier for Pagans to convert, and banned the use of Pagan Congregation halls to make room for Churches of Christ. The original original Christmas, was actually Yule. But they don’t cover that in the Christmas story. A little history with religion might be nice once in a while. Spice up that Nativity Story a little.
The only thing more annoying than this on Twitter, is when it’s sent as Texts on your phone. Especially early in the morning.
Please don’t be that annoying twitter person…PLEASE!!!!
Old Songs
-S Club 7
-Hoku
-TLC
-Dream
-Eiffel 65
Beyonce’ – Video Phone
Ren Fest
Too much Coffee
I’m proud of myself I had 40+ minutes of footage that I manage to cut into less than 4 XD
s club 7 a*teens dream hoku tlc eiffel 65 perfect day another dumb blond how do i feel he loves me upside down i’m blue beyonce video phone larf Renaissance Festival ren fest ren fair
It appears as though I’ve bitten off another one I can’t chew. With the start of NaNoWriMo being yesterday, I just can’t seem to write anything down. My thoughts are all scrambled. It’s like I don’t have an idea worthy enough. Nay. It’s like I’m not worthy enough for my ideas. And I can’t quite seem to grab onto any one of them to even try to tackle this monster project.
I mean I’ve lost in years past quite badly. I’m used to making it to 1,500 words and stopping. I’m used to the first week of awesome and the second week of writer’s block and quitting. But this is writer’s block long before it should be here. There’s a random story idea generator that only seemed to worsen this whole ordeal.
And every time my cat crawls onto my lap is just another welcome excuse to stop what I’m doing and relax.
And then my conscious gets mad at me and yells angrily while pointing a finger. And I am ashamed. I’m even writing a blog and posting to Twitter and Facebook instead of working on my 50,000 words for this month. And though I might still make it to 50,000 words they won’t be in novel format, nor worth anything to anybody anywhere And they’ll be so scattered across the internet that it won’t count. And I don’t think writing about writers block is a very good novel worth anyone’s time, do you?
Tomorrow is Halloween, and rather than do another post on Spooky, Scary, or Cute and funny, I did a normal everyday type vlog about songs being stuck in my head.
And now I’m going to go on a little Holloweenish type rant.
Why are all these costumes getting smaller and smaller every year? Why does every girl now want to wear a bikini nurse costume? I understand that these things may work for the bedroom, but not to trick or treat in, and not to party in. Seriously. Besides that. Nurses NEVER look that good, or that slutty. Have you even been to a doctors office? They wear scrubs. Which kinda look like pajamas. They don’t even wear those ridiculous hats in most places. Go find yourself a real costume! They even make a sexy Rainbow Brite. You can’t tell me that’s not pushing it!
And what happened to scary stuff? I can’t find it anymore unless it’s ordered online somewhere. Halloween is supposed to be about scaring demons away by making it look like demons are already rampaging the town. And I don’t think any demon is going to be scared away by a bunch of sexy nurses, or sexy Snow Whites, or cute fairies and princesses.
I know the argument is, “well it’s for the children!” Everything is dumbed down for children these days. Kids are too darn sheltered. When will they ever learn how the world really works? I don’t mean you have to tell them demons come every Halloween and we have to scare them off, but let them at least know the actual history of Halloween. Are you going to shelter them from the actual meaning of Christmas, too? I thought not. Kids need to not be lied to. It messes with their heads. That’s why they’re so easy to believe everything they see and hear.
And that’s it. Now I’m done ranting. You can comment on how I’m just a whiny little bitch in the comments now.
I don’t hold back.
I don’t jump forward.
I live every moment as my last.
I don’t regret.
I don’t forget.
I am who I feel like being, do what I feel like doing, say what I feel like saying.
I am an unstoppable unmovable force of nature.
If I want something, I work for it.
If I see a need, I fill it.
If I see an outcast, I’m a friend.
If I see a broken heart, I remind them there is hope.
Each day could be our last, why do we live and plan for tomorrows that never come?
I’m in your face now and won’t hold back.
I’m who I want to be and that’s that.
I won’t be who you want, I’ve tried it all.
I’m being me, I’m living tall.
Don’t cut off my wings.
Don’t tie down my hands.
Don’t break my legs.
I need to run, to fly, to feel, to live.
And I do so every day.
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