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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Hi! I'm Amber, sometimes known as MissTique. This is my book of things that happen in my brain. Thanks so much to the WDC Angel Army for the upgraded membership!  Someone posted this on the newsfeed a while back, and I thought it was a good thing to keep in mind: "Write a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row." - Ray Bradbury |
| Oh, my. This sounded much easier than it turned out to be. I sat at my computer desk for about 45 minutes, just typing a bunch of nonsense, before I came up with something usable. It's the longest of the bunch yet, and I don't know how much of it makes sense, but I had a ton of fun writing it. Day 4 Prompt: . . . the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. I am an accountant. I work on the third floor of an office building whose name I never cared to learn. It's about two miles west of the middle of nowhere. My job is tedious and boring, but with the economy these days, I count myself lucky to be able to pay the bills. I'm always hoping for something interesting, though, some sort of excitement, but this is about the last place you'd expect anything astonishing to happen. "Always expect the unexpected," my grandfather had told me once. If I'd listened, I might have been prepared for today. For one thing, the sound of rain splashing on the roof seemed a little out of place; the weatherman had predicted a clear and sunny day, and I hadn't seen a single cloud in the sky on my way to work this morning. Of course, we don't have anything so luxurious as a window in our office (fire hazards be damned if you're on the third floor, I suppose), so I couldn't see if it was, in fact raining. Not a huge deal. This wouldn't be the first time the weatherman had been wrong, though it happened rarely enough. The second thing was a little less excusable. I heard someone sobbing just down the hall. I heard it just as plainly as I could hear my own breathing, and yet when I got up from my desk to investigate, the crying suddenly stopped, as though it had never been. I sat down again, shaking my head to clear it, and I swear to you and everybody else that there was a sniffle and a little cough, and then everything went dead silent again. If I found it a bit strange that none of my coworkers seemed unaffected by all this, then what happened next was downright bizarre. I poked my head over the top of my cubicle to see my friend Katie's reaction to all this mess. She had no reaction. She wasn't there. Looking around, I saw that nobody was there. How? I saw them all when I came in this morning: Joe, Katie, Sam, and Evelyn, all sitting at their respective desks. I'd been here all day. There's no way they could've left without my knowledge. And it wasn't like they could've just disappeared. I took a deep breath and glanced up at the clock. 4:57. Time to go home, or close enough to it. My boss wasn't around to tell me off, anyway, if three minutes made a difference to him. I packed up my meager belongings, which consisted of a travel mug for my coffee, now cold and untouched, and my car keys and wallet. The elevator didn't seem to be working today, so I took the stairs down to the ground floor, which was also completely deserted. Walking out into the similarly empty and notably not-rained-on parking lot, I found my lone Honda Civic right near the door of the building. Definitely not where I parked. Oh, well. The drive home was quiet, but not unnervingly so, as the office had been. Arriving home was uneventful, and the keys worked as they should. I was prepared for the worst, or at least the strangest. I climbed the stairs two at a time to get to my bedroom. A shower would wait until I wasn't so creeped out. Launching myself into bed and turning off the lamp (when had that been turned on?), I fell asleep more quickly than I thought possible. During the night, I dreamed of my grandfather. Always expect the unexpected. End ~Amber |
| Yikes, this one was difficult. And late. And mostly unedited. And rambly. O_O I had a really hard time with coming up with something for this. But it's 2-ish in the morning, so this thing's gotta be done. Day 3 Prompt: "Wet," he said truthfully. Johnathan had never been a good swimmer. This fact was what turned a regular Saturday fishing trip into something of a disaster. Life jackets, of course, are bulky and bothersome, and why should Johnathan have to wear one anyway? He'd never fallen into the lake before. In all his twenty odd years of fishing, he'd managed to stay completely dry, nearly every trip. (Johnathan was not a very good fisherman, either.) So today, when he fell out of the boat and into the lake, either from slippery ground or untied shoe, he was caught completely off guard. Face first into the water he fell, hearing part of a shout from his best friend and fishing partner, Alex. Gasping for breath while underwater was a decidedly bad idea, but then, Johnathan wasn't known for his good decision-making. He coughed and spluttered as he surfaced, forcing some air into his lungs. There was a splash from nearby; Alex had either jumped into the lake after his friend, or had fallen in, himself. It proved to be the former, when he started swimming out towards his drifting companion (though, how Johnathan had gone this far out was a mystery; he had fallen, not flown). Johnathan held out his arm to be pulled to safety (though with as much as he was flailing about, it was unclear who was pulling whom), and Alex eventually hauled him to shore. They lay there on the warm sand for awhile, one coughing, one shivering, until Alex broke the near-silence. "How you feeling, man?" Cough. "Wet." Alex chuckled. "Yeah, me too. So, we still on for next Saturday, then?" Cough cough. "Course we are. But we're prob'ly gonna need some," cough "life jackets." End ~Amber |
| I'm much happier with this one than yesterday's. It's still not perfect (and still not as long as I thought it would be), but my plot is a little more obvious this time. Day 2 Prompt: Well, it changes every day, you see. "Make up your mind," she says. "Me or her. You can't have both. Figure out who you love, then tell me when you've made your choice." She storms off. Ah, Emily. Ever the feisty one. She doesn't understand that I can't make up my mind. It changes every day. One minute, Emily is my one true love, with her fiery red hair to match her temper. She loves fiercely, and her sense of adventure is thrilling. But the next minute, Caroline comes in and steals my heart away. Sweet, selfless, soft-spoken Caroline, with an ear for music and a heart of gold. Beautiful melodies on piano, a goodnight kiss, sweet nothings whispered on a cold night. These things are so her, and so wonderful. Both girls are lovely, but they've given me an ultimatum: choose. Emily or Caroline. I wonder about this for a while while I sit here at the bar. I think about why I love each of them, why there are both perfect for me, how lucky I'd be to have either of them. It's a tough choice. A gorgeous blonde approaches from a nearby table. She gives me a paper with her name and phone number on it, then winks at me and returns to her table. Pretty and straightforward. Impressive. I glance down at the paper again. Danielle. I've made my desicion. End ~Amber |
| WTMR Post I had so much fun with this in December that I thought I'd have another go. Also, I'm putting a star by my favorite answers. For reasons. 1. It is another brand New Year tell us your plans for this 2017 brand New Year. My biggest plans for the year are to finish 11th grade, get a decent score on the ACT, read at least 30 books (my goodreads challenge), and run a 5k. Aside from that, not much. 2. Christmas has just passed tell us about your Christmas and do you still feel the Spirit of Christmas? Well, our Christmas was staying home, exchanging gifts, eating ham and mashed potatoes, and I also read a book (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, which I got as a present and adored.  ). As for the spirit of Christmas, I think so. It's still great to spend extra time with family, eat wonderful feasts, decorate the house and stuff. So yeah, I guess so.  3. "We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures." Thornton Wilder Do you agree? What are your thoughts on this?I actually answered this a while back, and my thoughts on it haven't changed much. You can read my take on it here: "Invalid Entry"  4. This January a new President takes over the office what are your thoughts? To be completely honest, I'm neither here nor there with the Trump thing. I know lots of people are very much for him, and some are very much against him. Personally, I think he's kind of an asshole, but I don't know how that will affect the country. So I don't like him, but, as I think happens every year, our choices weren't great. We got who we got. We have to live with our choice. 5. How about a snow story of any kind, come on you can do it! Well, it snowed last year, on my 16th birthday (the first and last time we got snow in 2016), and I had a snowball fight with my little brother. I also built a snowman, maybe 2 feet high, and gave it my scarf and my brother's hat. It's my favorite snowman. Also.... I told this story to a friend earlier. Here's what I told him. January 6th "We got maybe an inch of snow, at most, but I took advantage of it. It wouldn't squish together very well, so a snowman was out of the question. I made a snowpile, instead, and named him Snoah. I think Noah is a lovely name, and the pun was there to be had." You can't possibly know how proud I was of "Snoah".  6. If you could change anything in your life what three things would it be, if not anything make something up! First would be the place I live. I hate it in Tennessee. It's too hot. Second would be my horrible, painful social anxiety. People freak me out, and I hate it. Third, maybe my financial situation. I'd like to have more money. You know, so I could have more books.  7. Tell us a little something about where you live. Alright, that's a little funny. I just answered this in the previous prompt, and I hadn't even seen this one yet. Anyway. It's Tennessee. It's hot. It's got wasps and some spiders (I hate-despise-loathe-abhor-detest spiders. They're awful.) There are a lot of trees. That's about it. 9. Tell us about your day at home, work, school where ever you may go for the day tell us about it. I'm homeschooled, so I usually sit at the computer desk for 4-ish hours a day and work on Algebra, Literature, etc. It's not terribly exciting. 10. What’s the weather outside your window doing right now? If that’s not inspiring, what’s the weather like somewhere you wish you could be?Um, I don't know what's happening outside my window right now. It's 1:25 in the morning. It's probably dark. I'm not checking. Just as I'm afraid of spiders, I'm also quite wary of windows at night. Don't ask why. They creep me out. The weather where I wish I could be is either 70° and sunny, or cold enough to snow and kill off all the demons spiders. 11. What’s for breakfast? Dinner? Lunch? Or maybe you could write a poem about that time you met a friend at a cafe. I don't eat breakfast. I usually sleep through it. Lunch is usually leftovers from the night before, or a sandwhich (which sounds amazing right now), or just toast. Dinner is different every night, and I never know what it is until I ask Mom. 12. Write something inspired by a recent dream you had.Terrifying sounds. Someone's in my house. Hide. Don't worry, little brother, Don't cry. Playing hide-and-seek, Just a little longer now. Shh, don't cry. That was probably the scariest dream I've ever had. Thinking about it, I knew I woke up crying. Reliving it, I remember why. 13. Write a story or poem that starts with the word “hello”. When in doubt, haiku it out. Christmas Shopping Hello, how are you? Thank you, madam, yes, I'm fine. Happy holidays. 14. Write about two people seeing each other for the first time. We've never met before. But I think I've seen you, In a favorite dream, In another life. We've never met before, But I feel that I know you already. 15. Write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now. Isn't that what vehicles are about? (Not sure if I should be writing a story or just some thoughts, but) Seriously, airplanes. Amazing things. How many people actually know how they fly? I know it's something to do with aerodynamics, but that's as far as my knowledge goes. I've only ever been on one or two airplanes before, but I don't remember any of them. I was pretty young. I imagine it would be pretty scary, though. 16. Everyone’s addicted to something in some shape or form. What are things you can’t go without? Oh, no. This is a bad question, because I do, in fact, have an answer. Ugh. Fine. Two things I feel like I would sooner give up my right arm for, rather than live without. The first is my Kindle Fire. It's what I've been using to answer these prompts so far. I use it to read, and write, and, you know, talk to my best friend in the entire world forever. So, yeah. The second thing (and it's actually a couple things) is my Harry Potter book series. I had to go a few months without those books, once, when we moved. I kid you not, I experienced Potter withdrawals. It was physically painful. It will never happen again. 17. Open up a dictionary to a random word. Define what that word means to you. My word is oblivious. To me, it means unaware, and uninformed. It's everything I try not to be, but I usually am anyway. It's not listening and not watching and not learning. 18. How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back? Unrequited love is a horrible thing to have to face, whether you are the lover or the loved. The lover, because it's so hard to know that you can never have what you want. The loved, because it's hard to tell someone "I don't love you." 19. Hey, even writers and creative artists have to do housework sometimes. Write about doing laundry, dishes, and other cleaning activities. There was a mountain of laundry in my living room. It must've been ten miles high, and at least half as wide. I wasn't sure where to begin. T-shirts, towels, and holey socks dominated the pile, but there was sometimes the odd hat or glove or pair of shorts here and there. I start at the base of the monstrosity, and fold my way up to the top. It's taken me hours, days, weeks, even, but it's finally done. The laundry is done. I think I see a lake full of dishes in the kitchen. 20. Smoke, Fog, and Haze: Write about not being able to see ahead of you. Fog Clouds my vision, Blinding me from All but the things that are Right in front of my face. Smoke Smells of fire, Burns my lungs, my face, Keeps me from breathing, Keeps me from seeing. Haze Is what I see the world through, Obscuring facts, Blurring truth, Hiding the future. 21. Write a poem or journal entry about numbers that have special meaning to you. I don't think there are any numbers that are particularly special, so I'll improvise. When in doubt.... Numbers Digits on a page. Add, subtract, and multiply. Numbers make up worlds. 22. Write about doing something you don’t want to do. I don't want to do poorly on my ACT test. My scores on that test could mean the difference between a college scholarship, and paying for school myself. I try to study hard, to work hard, to learn as much as I can, but I still don't know if I'm ready. 23. Fear: What scares you a little? What do you feel when scared? How do you react? A little? Not much. For me, it's usually all-consuming, abject terror, or I'm not afraid. I guess maybe people are what scares me only a small bit. I tend to feel sick when I'm scared, and I usually react by either crying or internalizing my panic and just breathing shakily, or something. I dunno. 24. What makes you smile? What makes you happy? My friends make me happy. Books make me happy. My own inner monologue makes me happy. 26. Write about putting together the pieces of puzzles to your life. I am a jigsaw: Puzzled. Some would say "Confused", But they have never Tried to fit together The pieces of My life. 28. The Sound of Silence: Write about staying quiet when you feel like shouting. Silence is always the best course of action when one is angry. One tends to says things one does not mean, and comes to regret it later. It is far better to think things over, to relax and be objective about the issue than to shout and yell and shriek like a cat whose tail has just been trod upon. One will always feel better for having kept quiet, rather than saying mean or hateful things to another. I speak from experience. 29. Write about your shopping wishlist and how you like to spend money. Ninety-nine percent of my shopping wishlist is books. I really like books. The other one percent is gummy bears and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, the movie. I actually don't like to spend money at all. I like to save up for some expensive thing that I absolutely can't live without, but that I haven't even found yet. Just a hypothetical thing. Otherwise, I only spend money on things I know I won't regret buying later. As in, I buy books, some movies, and Christmas presents. I don't buy candy, or super sugary drinks, or chewing gum (because I would spend so much money on spearmint gum. Seriously. It's amazing.). I try to purchase things responsibly. 33. Handle With Care: Write about a very fragile or delicate object.They say pride comes before a fall. I've always been proud of my failings and fallings; They make me who I am. One of these days, though, When I fall, I might just break. 34. Slip Up: Write about making mistakes. (This is one of the shortest things I've ever written, but I kinda love it anyway.) My mother told me once that I was her biggest mistake. I told her that staying here was mine, then I packed my bags and left for the city. I've never looked back. 35. Insult: Write about being insulted. Just tell me the truth. Don't keep giving me These ridiculous lies, Stupid fabrications. You're insulting my Intelligence. 38. Darkness: Write a poem or journal entry inspired by what you can’t see Shadows are everything, In the dark. The grass and trees, The ants, the bees. The rivers and hills, The horrors, the thrills. All those things you cannot see, Are shadows in the dark. 44. Seasonal: Write about your favorite season. Winter falls like snow: Quick, beautiful, and cold. Sometimes it sticks around awhile. Sometimes it melts away before you know it's there. 47. The Ex: Write a poem to someone who is estranged from you. I loved you. You hurt me. I thought I missed you, but now, I'm glad you're gone. 48. Alone: Do you like to be alone or do you like having company? I definitely prefer to be alone. Company is nice and all, but people frighten me a little, and stress me out a lot. Being polite is kind of a pain in my ass, and small talk is just not my thing. Alone is much easier to deal with. 53. What are your plans for the New Year? Same as they are every year, I suppose. Do well in school, read lots of books, talk to my friends. I would put my resolutions here, but that's for the next prompt. 54. What New Years Resolutions have you made? Only 3 of them, which can be found here: "Invalid Entry" which I explain in a little more detail.55. What do you do to relax? I read, mostly. Sometimes I write, but it's just my "for fun" writing, which I never show anyone. It's more relaxing to write when I'm not worried about it being perfect, or about what other people might think of it. Most of it isn't any good, but I have fun with it, so that's all that matters. 56. What was the last book you read? The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater, which is the second book in The Raven Cycle. I'm currently reading the third one, Blue Lily, Lily Blue. ETA:As of January 6th, the last book I read was The Raven King, by the abovementioned author. 57. What books are your reading list for 2017?I also made that list here: "Invalid Entry" , but since it's organized, I'll put it here as well.Young Adult Fiction ▼ Classics and things like them ▼ Other, I Think ▼ 58. What do you plan on writing this year? A novel? Poems? Short stories? Mostly short stories, as well as some essays for school. I imagine a couple of poems might happen as well, but I don't think novel-writing is in my near-ish future. 59. Are you ready for our new President? As I said in #4, I'm neither here nor there with it, and we have to deal with who we got, regardless of whether we like him or not. ~Amber |
| Ah, day 1, and I'm not super happy with it, but whatever. It's not great. but it's done. Also, this turned out a lot more rambly than I intended (and, apparently, much shorter than I realized), but I read through it a couple times, and I'm almost certain there's a plot in there somewhere. Let me know if you find it. Day 1 Quote: Scars can come in useful. Some scars are ugly. This is an undeniable fact. We've all either seen or had one, the type of scar that everybody stares at, but most people are too polite to mention. These are a little hard to live with, but fairly easy to come by. Some scars are impressive. We call them "battle scars", and each one has a fascinating story behind it. Most of these aren't obtained in a real battle, of course, but the tales (because they're often exaggerated) of their origins can pretty awe-inspiring Some scars, you can't see. They're invisible. Not because they've faded with time, but because not all wounds are physical. You can't see them, but sometimes they're the easiest to spot. My scar is none of those things. In fact, I'd say it's dead useful. For one thing, it gives me the "rough 'n tough look", which can make a great first impression on the local gang, crime lord, or supervillain. Sometimes I like to have friends in high places. For another thing, I never have to dress up for Halloween. The scar bisecting the left side of my face (and leaving me half-blind) is scary enough to frighten off any young trick-or-treaters that happen across my house. Scary, yes, but not ugly. I prefer "regal" or "imposing", really. Also, don't ask where it came from. If I told you, I'd have to kill you. Nothing personal, of course. Just business. Moving on. The last, and most important thing about this scar, is that I'm not the only person who has one. An old colleague of mine bore a similar mark. Wasn't it just a strange coincidence that the similarities didn't stop there? We had the same mud-brown hair, the same long nose, identical pointed chins. Last I heard, though, the poor man was rotting in a prison cell, wasting away, serving time for a crime he swears he didn't commit. All the evidence pointed to him. The photos. The security camera footage. The witnesses. Perfect match. The hair, the nose, the chin. The scar. Identical. I wonder if he knows who did commit that old crime. I wonder if he knows. End ~Amber |
| Yay! I have the computer tonight, which means blogging is less of a pain in my neck (literally). Hooray! Let's get started. BCoF Prompt: What is better than gold? There are so many things that are better than gold, but I guess it really depends on how you define "better". Do you mean with more monetary value? According to some quick Google searching, some things worth more in that way are titanium, rhodium, diamonds, and various types of illegal substances. Maybe more sentimental value than gold? Photos, memories, pretty much anything you have from your childhood, etc. What about things that are prettier than gold? Gem stones, most art, really amazing french braids (I might be a little partial to this  ), things like that. Jut in general? Friends, family, stories we love, experiences we have.... That stuff is definitely better than gold. Blog City Prompt: What is your favorite memory of this night? Do you stay up to watch the ball drop? Get together with friends or family? Go to bed like any other night? Do you have a secret fantasy you are waiting to happen on this night? To be completely honest, I don't think I have too many amazing memories of New Year's Eve. I've always stayed up until midnight, for as long as I can remember, but we've never done anything too special. I usually just hang out with Kai Rajaniemi  until we both pass out sometime after 2 in the morning. The only thing I'm hoping for on New Year's is that it was better than 2016. I'm sure someone says that every year, but this year was not a great one. Too many deaths, too much violence. I hope 2017 is better.See ya later, gators. ~Amber |
I don't have time to blog tonight. I don't have time to blog tonight. I don't have time... Oh, look I'm blogging tonight.  The prompts were too good to resist. Let's get to it, then. (Don't mind any typos, either. My eyes are tired.)BCoF Prompt: What are your good intentions/ resolutions for next year? How successful are you at following through your intentions/ resolutions? A week, a month, 3 months, 6 months or the whole year? So, I think new year's resolutions are really hard to follow through with because they require effort and change and motivation, none of which are easy to come by or deal with. That said, I make these resolutions (or "intentions", if you prefer) almost every year, and I nearly always fail at them. This year will likely be no different. In any case, here are my resolutions: 1. Start running again. Now, his isn't exactly your average " lose weight" or "get in shape" or whatever. For about three-ish months over the spring/summer, I went out side three times a week, and ran the 1.8 (or so) miles around my neighbourhood. I loved it, and it made me feel amazing. And.... then I hurt my ankle. Everything went downhill from there. But my ankle is almost completely better now, so I hope to pick up where I left off. 2. Fix the sleeping schedule a little. So, I'm a homeschooled student which means that I don't have to get up at some horrible hour of the morning to go to school. Unfortunately, I seem to have taken that to mean "sleep from 3 am to Noon". It's really awful, but I can't break the habit of going to bed really freaking late. 3. Figure out what I want to do with my life. I know this probably sounds a little bit like a joke, but I swear I'm not joking. I'll be 17 in less than a month, and I still don't have the foggiest idea what I want to do when I grow up. I don't have many interests, or hobbies, or things that I'm good at. Everyone tells me I'm pretty smart, but I don't think "smart" looks very interesting on a job application. So, yeah. (I had a train of thought, but I was distracted by a certain someone. *cough* Kai Rajaniemi *cough*) I think that's all for my resolutions this year. I'm sure I'll come up with more, but for now, that's about it. Blog City Prompt: What books are on your Reading List for 2017? What a terrible question to ask someone such as I! (Myself? Me? Hmm.) But you did ask, so I'm afraid I cannot refuse you an answer. It's a long list, so I'll break it up if I can. Also, I likely won't finish all these, and I'm okay with that. Young Adult Fiction ▼ Classics and things like them ▼ Other, I Think ▼ I think that's it! Not bad. I don't think I'll finish all of these this coming year (Though it pains me to say it, I'm a slow reader.), but any progress is good progress! Until next time! ~Amber |
| Hi there! Let's get right to it. Blog City Prompt: How would you like to ride in a “one-horse open sleigh” on snow and ice with the cold Siberian wind blowing at your face? Can you come up with a story, a poem, or an essay about it? Ah.... I think a sleigh ride would be nice, though I don't know about through Siberia. I like the cold, but maybe not that cold. I think just below freezing would do, say 30 Fahrenheit, or so. I'm not great at on-the-spot writing (is that even a thing?) but I'll attempt a haiku, maybe. One-horse open sleigh, Freezing winds and too much snow, Wish that I stayed home. Eh. Not great, but it'll do.  BCoF Prompt: What's your favorite Christmas, Hannukah or Winter recipe? Does your family have a traditional recipe that is served whenever they get together? I don't think I have any favorite recipes, besides maybe whatever cookies my mom makes . I like making chocolate chocolate chip cookies, but I don't actually know the recipe for it.  I don't know about "traditional recipes" either. We usually do something a little different every year. Peanut butter Hershey Kiss cookies are the only thing I can think of that we do nearly every year, but we haven't made those this year, so... No traditions, I guess.I sound awfully rambly (ramble-ish? You know what I mean) tonight. I think that means it's time to wrap up! Until we meet again. ~Amber |
| Hello! I've returned! Hopefully for good this time, but I can't promise anything. The computer's being hogged used by someone at the moment, so I'll be blogging from good old Kindle Fire. Sorry about any mistakes. And also if I lose my train of thought. Or if I don't seem to have a train of thought. It's 1 in the morning. I'm a little tired. Blog City Prompt: Have you ever been bullied as a young person? Why can't we forget our childhood bullies? What do you think about bullying? I have been bullied as a child, and in my teenage years as well. I think it's part of growing up. I also got picked on a lot because I was the "smart kid", and because I wasn't great at interacting with other kids (a result of moving around a lot). I think we have a hard time forgetting and moving on from our childhood bullies because they leave such big impressions on us, when we're so young and, well, impressionable. It's a bigger deal to us, what other people think, when we're younger, too. BCoF Prompt: "Success is often achieved by those who don't know that failure is inevitable." Coco Chanel What do you think? Hmm.  Well, I agree and disagree. Agree, because I think we often limit ourselves based on what we believe ourselves to be capable of, rather than what we are actually able to do. Disagree, because I know that failure does happen, and that success can be helped by it. I'm a firm believer in "Learn from your mistakes." It's okay to know that you're going to fail at things. Just as long as you know that you can succeed as well.And that's it for tonight's edition of "Amber's Midnight Musings". Tune in next time for some more rambling, nonsensical fun! ~Amber |
| Um. Hi. So it's been a couple of days since I updated this thing. Whoops. My life just became very suddenly and very overwhelmingly busy, and so I'm trying to catch my breath before jumping back into anything too soon. I promise I'll be back, though I can't say when, exactly. Just wanted to let everyone know that I haven't fallen off the face of the earth or anything. Until Next Time! ~Amber |
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