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I used to have this wonderful long description here of exactly what this journal would be... but I cannot say that it was entirely accurate. The journal has taken a mind of its own, so I guess the only description I can really give it is: A Collection Of My Thoughts As I have discovered many times in my writing, as well as in my life - things don't always go the way you plan them to. I am still happy with this journal, however. It gives me a place to lay down how I am feeling, or even just to document what I've been doing. Not bad, huh? Feel free to putter through the entries, and come back to visit often! You never know what you might find here. Newest entries are at the top of the list. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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Last summer, I found something to rant about. "Invalid Entry"  As I can remember, it was how people were dressing. I have that to rant about today, among other things that happened during my Thanskgiving "holiday". You will have to forgive me, this might be a rather long journal entry.How rude! So, on Thursday morning we decided we'd take the kiddos to the local Thanksgiving Day parade. They're two and a half, so we figured that they might enjoy it. (My son loved it. My daughter, not so... it moved kinda slow. There was a HUGE NASA astronaut balloon that they both got a kick out of, though.) So, when you think of parades... who do you think of? Do you really think that the adults really care about what goes down that street? Hardly! A parade is, essentially, for children. Well, at the particular parade that I was at, no matter where children were, ADULTS were pushing in front of them and blocking their view so they could see what was going on. We'd have a good vantage point where our kids could see what was going on, and within five minutes, that vantage point was completely blocked. Our kids couldn't see a THING. We moved five times before we found someplace, and even then I had to stand on a wall with my son on my shoulders so he could see. What is the deal! There was even a time when we were standing behind a little girl in a wheelchair, thinking that people would at least be polite enough to let her see. They weren't. They stood RIGHT in front of her. A group of about five adults, and blocked her view completely. I was... so... mad. I didn't care if I got to see. I was there so my children could see their first parade. I cannot believe the audacity of people... Too Tight? Do you know how to tell if jeans are too tight? I mean... nice formfitting jeans are... yummy, no matter the gender. But, let me give you a hint - if you've got a roll of fat OUTSIDE of your jeans, they are too tight! I don't mind love handles, and I don't mind larger women/men. My husband is no small man... but at least he wears clothes that fit. Beware the rolls of fat. Tight jeans are attractive, if you know the degree of tightness. Rolls of fat are not attractive. Granted, I'm not saying "don't be large". Lord knows I'm not... but no matter WHAT size you are, know how to dress! One of the most beautiful women I have ever seen fluctuates sometimes between a size 20 and a size 24. She's absolutely beautiful... because she wears clothing that looks good on her. Fits her curves, and fits them the right way... her clothes don't add new, unwelcome ones. EDIT: By the way... I'd look just as bad if I tried to fit my size 10 self into a pair of size 4s. I'm not getting after larger people, I'm just saying that everyone should wear clothes that fit. The frustrating thing is... these people could look so nice, and be more comfortable... but they choose not to. |
| So... this happened about two weeks ago, but the joke has persisted, so I thought I'd write it down. It's amusing, but a little personal, so if you don't want to hear something personal about me, might wanna skip this one. So, my husband and I got off of work early a few weeks back. For unmentionable reasons, we were incapacitated on what we normally like to do on days when we have extra time, but that doesn't keep the teasing away. (He's a huge tease.) So... he's messing with his favorite toys on the front of my chest, and I'm doing my best to ignore it, so I'm watching TV. What's on? The food network's show about the best places to pig out. What comes out of my mouth while my husband's concentrating elsewhere? "Wow, those are some big pancakes." He starts cracking up, and since then, those extremeties have been labeled as big pancakes. Yeah. |
| So, I was making CDs for my class this morning. This is not so much of a problem for me, really, unlike other teachers. I don't mind some of the music out right now. I won't touch the bullshit that they call R&B now (I call it bump and grind. It's disgusting.), and I won't touch the rap... but the rock/pop/alternative/etc I can live with. So this begs the next question. Why do artists have to reduce the playlist I can play in my classroom by putting one cussword in an entire song? Really good songs! Songs that I love! Songs that I listen to all the time... but I can't play in my classroom because it has one "fuck", or one "shit". Examples: Right Here (Staind) and Boulevard of Broken Dreams. If it were several throughout the song, I could see it, but ONE? Forgive my rant, but it's frustrating. You can't get the radio versions, either, because the kids know what goes in that blank spot. Granted, there are good songs that have many more cusswords, and I am not so frustrated with leaving those out. It's just hard to find "clean" music anymore. It all has sex, drugs, or... wait, that sounds really familiar.  Anyway, it was a rather frustrating morning. I decided to just be careful with what I make for them, and then make my own CDs for my conference period. The one that was most important that I make today (because I ran out of time while making the CDs for the kiddos) was my relaxing CD. May not be able to tell from this post ranting about cuss words in music, but I adore Christian music. Jennifer Knapp's first CD (Kansas), and Third Day's Praise CDs calm me faster than anything else I could ever eat, drink, or do. They ease my worries, calm my nerves, and lift my mood. Can't play that one during class either for completely different reasons. Darned these rules and my own hatred for silence. |
| This morning I started thinking about an old boyfriend of mine. Why? Goodness only knows. He and my current husband were best friends before a lot of stuff happened, they kinda parted for a few years, and then more recently they've been emailing each other a lot again. We didn't part under very good terms, to be honest. The relationship had been mediocre. I had a tendency to piss him off. I was eighteen, he was a lot older. In most cases, this wasn't a problem for me. With this one, it was. When he graduated from the university my freshman year, he told me, "Don't call me. You might wake the baby. (His sister's baby.) I'll call you when I have time." He didn't call me for a month and a half. During this time, I'd been talking to my husband (he wasn't yet) online - because he was visiting his family over the summer. I found out a lot of things that unnerved me. He had mentioned that he needed a real woman. He told people that we broke up two months before we did, etc. His reason for not calling me? "My mother had breast cancer." My comment? "And you thought I wouldn't care? You thought I wouldn't support you? If you won't trust me to be your support, then there is no reason for us to be together." I hung up. He got mad. Emailed someone about how I used him to get to my husband, etc. (Not true.) Amazing... I am trying to make amends, though. I asked my husband to tell him hello in the next email for me. I couldn't email him myself, I wouldn't even be able to fill up two lines. I think hello is a good way to start. A lot of other stuff happened with that relationship, too, that I won't get into here. Very awkward.... |
| I know by watching the people around me that... dressing up, putting makeup on, etc, makes a lot of women feel sexy/desireable/whatever. It doesn't make me feel sexy... I only do that when I feel like I look like shit and I decide that looking like dressed up shit sounds better than looking like sweatsuit shit. (Well, at least my clothes look good, even if my hair and everything else needs major work.) What makes me feel sexy is smelling good. I have a few choice fragrances - one is Deep Red by Hugo Boss. I've never actually owned it, but when I worked at a perfume counter a few years ago, I fell in love with it. The one I wear most often (and makes me feel the best) is Cool Water. LOVE IT. I love the male fragrance, too, but I don't wear it. I also kinda like smelling like peaches. Don't ask, I don't have an answer either. So... what makes you feel sexy? Oh yeah, and Congratulations Diane  !!! |
| It was an unbelievable pressure. So much that it made my entire lower body ache. Sitting was torture, standing was torture... I didn't want to walk. I wanted to run - so I did. I ran... burst through the door, wretched off my clothes... oh the release. Warm, wonderful release! ------------------ That last little paragraph was the result of Robert Waltz  telling me to use an experience that I had to enhance my writing... build suspense...My experience? I seriously had to pee and I couldn't go for another ten minutes... |
| So, I've been on the verge of crying 24/7 for two days straight now. Why? Hell if I know. Sometimes being a woman is damned frustrating... I don't even know why I have the urge to cry. Thing is - I don't want to cry. I want to be happy, I want to be cheerful, I want to be peppy. So why aren't I? People say that your mood is your decision. How you handle things is up to you, and from that, you can make your day good or bad. You can make the decision. Judging from the last two days - no I can't. It's hard to fix a problem when you don't know what's wrong. On a better note, though, I am going to start my degree soon. While it would be great to start in January, I do not think that will be feasible. I'm thinking that starting this June would be perfect. I found a nearby university (an hour away) that offers a Master's of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. I'm really excited about that. Then, by calling them, I also found out that starting in January, they are offering these classes online for the first time ever, so I wouldn't have to travel an hour and a half both ways to get to class - I can take them online, get the same degree, and voila! The hard part, for me, is finding the three letters of recommendation they are asking for. They want "academic" letters of recommendation that talk about my writing style, my drive, etc. My professors were... math teachers. Not only that, they have ALL moved away from the university that I was attending, and are spread out all over the country. I did get ahold of one of my english teachers from the first university that I attended. He greatly enjoyed my writing, and asked me often why I was not an english major. He said he'll write me one. I gave a couple of writing samples to a local english teacher here and asked, if she thought I deserved it, if she would write me one. She's considering it. My principal will write me one. He doesn't teach english or have much academic background in english or creative writing in general, but I am hoping they will accept it anyway. If they don't accept it, I don't know what I'll do. Anyway, lots of stuff on my mind... I go now. Don't forget to go to my entry before this one and ask me a question. I've got two... but I'll see if there are any more. |
| So, there are a few people who read this thing on writing.com... 10 unique people that usually come back if my stats are correct. (This is, honestly, kinda cool to know... I never thought I'd be interesting enough for people to want to read my journal.) Here's your reward for keeping up with me! Ask me a question. Ask me any question... I'll answer it in here. Robert Waltz does this every now and then, and it's pretty cool scrolling through and reading the answers.Enjoy! EDIT: Oh yeah... the five best questions will each get 5,000 GPs from me. |
| So... since my children were born my husband and I have been having a few marital problems. It's normal, I suppose. The first year after my children were born was actually pure hell. I didn't think we'd make it. We were fighting almost constantly, and it was nowhere near pleasant. We fought about stupid things... eventually we sat down and talked about it - decided we were both not happy, and resolved to try and fix that. I held up my side. He was feeling neglected and forgotten, so I started doing little things for him after the kids went to bed. Brought him snacks he liked when he didn't ask for them, refilled his drinks, etc. Just little things. Apparently it worked, he was happy again. However, the things that had been bothering me never went away. I was still the inferior parent, while he could do no wrong. I was online too much, but he could be on the computer the exact same amount of time, and that's okay. The kids imitate me on the keyboard - they walk to the back gate and look into the bedroom to find him when they hear his voice and he's not home, because that's where he always is. Oh yes, and I'm always wrong. To the point recently where he acts like everything I say is a lie. (I don't lie to my husband - what is there in a marriage if there's not trust? I have tried to do nothing to break that trust.) Needless to say, I got tired of it. Here was the catalyst of it all: Last week, my daughter covered herself head to toe in ranch dressing. We were both in the room, and it was funny. It actually was rather amusing. There was very little ranch, and by breaking the syrofoam bowl a little bit, she managed to rub it all over herself in a matter of two minutes. We shoved her in the bathtub, and called her "Ranch Girl" for a few days. Yesterday, my daughter did the same thing with cheesy salsa. I was the only one in the room - hubby was in the back room getting changed. He came out, noticed it, and suddenly it wasn't funny anymore. "How can I feel good leaving when I know you won't be watching the kids." "Excuse me?" "It took her at least five or ten minutes to do that. I cannot believe you'd ignore her for that long." .... it took about two. Same thing as last week. I was excited because I found a marathon of a show I liked, so I was setting the DVR to tape them. THAT is how long I didn't watch - about 30 seconds to a minute. "I didn't. It only took a minute." "Whatever. Get her in the tub." ::points up:: See? I was lying, apparently. He hadn't even been in the other room for five minutes, let alone me not watch the kids for five minutes. So... essentially... I didn't say anything the rest of the morning. When he was in the room and it happened, it was funny. When I was in the room and it happened, I was neglecting my children. This sort of thing is constant. I'm neglecting my children, I'm lying to him, nothing I say is true. It ranges from what I made to dinner, what I wore the previous day, or even what time I got home. I KNOW what time I got home... I look at the clock when I leave the school. It's one block home. He usually approaches this sort of argument like it's all my fault, and he has done absolutely nothing wrong. So, I was going to let it go... I was silent the rest of the morning, went in the kitchen, did the dishes, made lunch, sat back down. Once the kids went to take their nap, I got... "I'm sorry for what I said, but..." It floored me. He hasn't apologized to me in about three years. He always gets defensive and angry. I've tried to approach how he calls me the inferior parent and how he is constantly calling me a liar (though in not so many words) before, and he told me that it was my imagination, or that I was taking what he said wrong. He would get defensive, say I was attacking him, and walk out. This time it was different. "It wasn't what you said. This is happening all the time." "What is?" So I go into the difference of when Hannah covered herself in food when he was in the room, and then when he was out of the room. He had nothing to say. I continued with, "If it happens at the babysitter's or when you are with them, they are just being kids, or it's an accident. If I'm in the room, I'm suddenly neglecting them." He had nothing to say... finally, he was listening. I was also calmer than I usually am, but I was still crying. You have to understand, this stuff has been hurting like hell, and I've been being told that it's my imagination - or that I'm wrong - or that I'm lying. He knew it was true this time... I wasn't lying. I asked what I was doing to cause this reaction in him. He said he didn't know. He also said he doesn't know how to fix it. I pointed out that both people knowing that there's a problem is the first step to finding a solution. He said that if it was bothering me that much, and I'd mentioned it that many times, it must be something that needs to be fixed. ... I agreed. I was just glad that he finally saw that I wasn't just being a stupid woman. I've no idea if things will get better. They might, they might not... but at least he knows where the problem is. If I can figure out what I'm doing to cause it and fix that, then we're done. It may be... that this time... it's not on my side. I've done a lot of adjusting in this marriage, and he has done little to none. Maybe it's time. EDIT: Oh yes, and instead of pushing me away this time... he put his arms around me. That's what I've always wanted when I feel bad, but he's just never done it before. NEVER. He says he doesn't know what to do with a crying woman... |
| Have you ever found yourself itching, longing, begging yourself to write, and then when you sit down, there's.... nothing. It's very frustrating. I want to write! I left my notebook that has the end of the fourth chapter to "The Priest's Sin" [18+] in my classroom. Hmm. That is really what I want to work on, but i'm reluctant to do so without the parts that I've already written. I'm not exactly certain where I ended, and I don't want to change tone, so now I'm just frustrated. ::figits::Not nice. |
| Amazing how it's been a long week, but it's only just started. Well, I suppose that isn't so true. It is Thursday - it just seems like it just started. (Probably because my kiddo got sick on Tuesday, so I had to spend the day at home.) It's been an interesting week, though. My principal's sick. I finally got tired of it and bought him medicine last night. (Theraflu - the best stuff in the world for flu symptoms and stuff.) I then walked into his office this morning with a coffee cup full of hot water and mixed it right there for him. Yes, I really do have to treat him like a three year old, he acts like it sometimes. Myself, I'm sick in other ways. Or, perhaps frustrated is a better word.. hubby said he'd see about taking care of it today. Talked me to sleep last night talking about it. Trying to drive me nuts and all, putting ideas in my head. Sad thing - it's working. This is going to be a LOOOOOOONG day. However I'm also going to start something today. On Daily Writing Challenge, I didn't make it. Too much stress, too much going on, and all of it nowhere near a computer. I think I'm going to do my own sort of challenge... 500 words a day. On paper, on the machine... WHEREVER. As long as I get 500 words a day. That's probably about as healthy a habit I'll get while I'm still working full time. |
| ... or however you spell it. It's Lei Off Drugs day, so it's kinda cute. Everyone's in their hawaiian clothes. Hawaiian shirts, flowered shorts, flip flops, etc. We have a really active student council in the school I work at, so we have a large group of munchkins dressed the "appropriate" way today. And we can't forget all of the fun puns having to do with getting leied. Honestly, it is a bit fun. The students are also taking a field trip to a corrections facility in the next town here. In a way, it's scary that they should need that wake up call, but they do. I hope, though, that it isn't glorified. Some of the kids here would do with a good locking up in a cell. All it would take is an hour. I love the kids, though. Absolutely do... I have fun teaching these classes. The majority of them want to learn - that's hard to fine. The ones that don't are extremely annoying, but they are everywhere, so no matter where I'd teach, I wouldn't be able to get rid of it. |
| First of all, thanks for the responses on my last entry. They were tasteful, and maybe while some didn't agree, no one bashed. That's called discussing something like an adult. I don't see that often. So, today I'm a little peeved because they changed my schedule. I was supposed to be at a vertical alignment thing all day, but I'm not because they bumped it to just noon until four. In some ways, I'm thrilled about this (because I really didn't want to be in vertical teaming all day), and in others I'm irritated because they didn't tell us until late yesterday evening that they were changing it for today. Moving things around is a bit of a bother, but I'm trying to be reasonable and flexible... reasonable and flexible can still be a little grumpy about it, though. Yesterday, however, I finally finished the third chapter in "The Priest's Sin" [18+]. I got some interesting comments about it... like that the death of the sergeant in chapter 2 was darth vaderish. ::clears her throat:: That... is an interesting way to put it. I'm hoping that's just that one person's opinion, and that others don't think that. The reviewer also said that some of the ideas were generic and overused. Again, I hope that is... well, you can look at it and give your own opinion, if you'd like. I'm not really certain if I'm pleased with the end of the third chapter and fourth chapter yet, but it is progress, and I'm actually not going to sneeze at that right now. I'll change them later if they are terrible. I would have gotten more done, but... I wasn't in the mood for the fight scene yesterday.EDIT: As a note, the fourth chapter isn't quite finished yet. It's a start, though. |
| Recovery My grandmother is doing well. She had a breathing tube down her throat for three days, and that must have been irritating, but she lived through it. She doesn't have it in there anymore, she's breathing on her own, but she does have a nasty cough, still. She also cannot talk, because she has several ulcers in her throat. (Ouch.) She, however, is still doing very well, and will not sign a DNR - she wants to live. Some in my family aren't so happy about that. I think it's her choice. Even if those others don't think it's what is best for her, well... it's her choice. She's very much alive and coherant... she lived on a breathing tube for three days, she knows what it feels like - if she's okay with having to do that for a long time, so be it! I am glad she is doing well, however. Wedding Thoughts Okay, so I see a lot of this lately - and I am going to rant about it. If you are one of the people that might fit into this category, slam me if you want, it is what I believe. Okay, so... someone's been living together for years, has kids together, THEN they decide to get married. What's the point? Essentially, they already HAVE been married for many years. Does having the ceremony really make that much of a difference? I didn't live with my husband before we got married. I moved in after the wedding, and then we ended up moving again a few weeks after that, but that is an entirely different story. I have never understood the 'live together' crowd. Especially the ones that move in with one another a week, a month or two after meeting. Is the sex really that essential? If so, you might want to reinvestigate why you are with that person. If the sex is all that there is, and living together makes it easier, it probably means that there are underlying problems in that relationship that haven't been addressed because you are so busy screwing one another. Granted - I don't think sex is bad. (Goodness no, sex is WONDERFUL!) Why move in with each other, though? Why make that commitment, because it IS a commitment, even if people try to make it casual... why make that commitment if you aren't willing to follow through with it and marry that person? (And I don't mean five, ten, or even one year later.) I would think moving in and out and in and out and in and out of some place or with several people would be much more of a bother than just having sex at one house or the other. Maybe that's just because I hate moving, though... |
| So, I got a phone call today... my grandmother had a heart attack this morning and is in critical condition in the hospital - 95% blockage. I'm already behind on my DWC, looks like I'm not going to be catching up like I thought I was going to. In actuality, I can catch up on paper, but I won't have online access until I come back. Honestly, I probably wouldn't be in the mood even if I did have access. I'll be going out of town first thing tomorrow morning to go and see her in the hospital and to give my mother support. This particular grandmother's health has been failing for a while. She will write letters (nasty letters), and won't remember them an hour later. She would get angry that we wouldn't bring the children over very often, but she had so many breakable things around the house that bringing them over there was almost impossible because they would hurt themselves. She's been a lonely woman for a long while - though my uncle has been living with her more recently, and that has helped her out a lot. She fell two weeks ago and broke her hip, and she's been in rehab until now to get her new hip working, since they replaced it. Learning how to walk again, that sort of thing. I wasn't all that concerned with a broken hip. They released her from the hospital this morning. The second she got home, she had a heart attack. I may not be around for a while. |
| ... at about 8 pm, expecting to get up in a few hours so I could do my daily writing challenge and so forth. So, what was the problem? I didn't wake up until 6:50 this morning. Granted, I do feel a little better, even though I still can't breathe. Who needs to breathe anyway? It's overrated, right? Eh, not really. I'm surprised I could sleep with everything that was going on with my nose. I hate having sinus problems. I had this really wierd dream, though. enter dream sequence I was in a pet store at Disney World. (Yeah, I know, wierd.) I was looking at sea otters. (Yes, I KNOW, even wierder.) They were all cute, swimming around in their little tanks. Big ones that were adults, little ones that were babies, etc. They were right by the fish. On one of the tanks I see a little notice that says: Older male is in poor health. Will give away free. So, in my mind I think.... FREE, YAY! And then I go to find a store clerk. So I find the clerk, and she ends up dragging me ALL OVER the store, over to another side where there were other sea otters. (Apparently the note on the tank wasn't for the sea otter that was there.) In the meantime, while she's dragging me around, I call my husband who had left me behind earlier in the dream. He's at home already. Like... home in Texas. I've only been in the store five minutes or so. I explain to him why it's taking so long, he says it's fine, then hangs up so he can hang around with his friend Joe. So, we finally get to the tank with the otter, I get myself a wet and soggy animal in my arms, and then...! end dream sequence My husband moves next to me and I wake up for a couple seconds and when I go back to sleep it's a different dream. It makes me wonder what that dream would have turned out to be. Of course, in my now awake mind, I know that anything in poor health is far from free, because it's going to cost a TON of money in upkeep. It was amusing at the time, though. Gotta love the subconscious. |
| ... man did it feel good today! So, mornings and evenings here have been super cold, and then afternoons have been beautiful. (Sometimes you've got to love the desert.) I've been feeling fairly icky for a few weeks. Sinus problems... so many things. I walked out of the building today because I forgot to leave one of the packages of meds for my husband, and his band hall is next door. The sun felt so good! On my hair, my shoulders, my arms... all of it. I've always heard that sunlight is the best medicine - maybe I should listen to that advice more often. I just wanted to stand outside and just... stay there. Unfortunately, I still have half a day of work to do. Damn. |
| Yeah, so I've gotten a few irritating reviews this week - so I'd like to recount them here for you so you can pity me. ... okay, so you don't have to pity me.  , but I'd still like to write about them.Review Pet Peeve #1 So, I got a review for one of my most recent short stories. (Actually, both of these rants came from reviews for the same story.) They gave me a 3.5, then told me how much they enjoyed reading the story, and how great my dialogue was, etc. Okay, so I don't mind getting 3.5s. Even if I don't think I deserve it, if they have reasons that they think I do, I can live with it. It's just fine. However, I hate when I get ratings like that, and then they don't tell me what I could do to improve it. So I emailed them back thanking them for the review and asking them what improvements I could make the next time I do a story like that, so I could earn a higher rating for it. (If they gave me a 3.5, there must be room for improvement, right? That's great, tell me what it is!) I haven't gotten anything back from them. Review Pet Peeve #2 Don't give me a one sentence recount of what my story is just so you can get the GPs for the review! I know what my story is about, I wrote it! If you are going to write something about my story, then make it something that is helpful to me. Don't tell me, "This was a story about a girl talking to a ghost," and leave that as all you write. |
| So, I had someone bring this debate up to me yesterday. What is the real difference between Science Fiction and Fantasy? Okay, so that didn't infuriate me. I responded... in my opinion, science fiction is based in our world, or in our future world, and deals heavily with scientific advances. i.e. Star Trek Fantasy is based in a completely fictional world, no matter the world. i.e. Star Wars, Monsters, Inc, Shrek, whatever. This is not saying that Star Trek has no Fantasy in it, or that Star Wars has no Science Fiction. This is saying that they are PREDOMINATELY what I stated above. Now, the person that brought this up to me was trying to prove to me that Fantasy did not just mean elves, swords, wizards, and dragons. Thing is, I know that! But again, that is not what infuriated me... What infuriated me was that no matter what opinion I had, I was attacked for how I was wrong. I have two things to say about this. 1. Don't ask my opinion if you don't want it, and 2. It's called an opinion. Opinions differ from person to person. The best thing to do with opinions is not to attack the opinion of another. You can discuss opinions and differences of opinions, and actually have very nice conversations, IF you can keep yourself from attacking the other person. (Good example - politics.) Truthfully, I have found very few people in this world that can discuss differences of opinions and be civil about it. I am - usually - one of these people. I've discussed differences in beliefs on the nature of sexual preferences, what kind of rights those with differing sexual preferences should have or should not have, differences in religious beliefs (I'm actually fascinated with this subject and have had many an interesting conversation about why a person believes what they believe), and politics. I don't know why this one made me so mad. Probably because of the tone the person was responding in. Just so you know, ALL CAPS MEANS YOU ARE YELLING. It's kinda rude, and may put off a different tone than you think you are putting off. Not to mention, text has no emotion unless you put it there. If you are discussing something dealing with differing opinions, make sure you put the things in there that will let a person know that you are not attacking them. ::winks:: All of this because my contest "Invalid Item" has a fantasy theme this month. |
| Yeah, so I fell behind on the weekend with DWC. I always fall behind on weekends - though this one was because I was just unmotivated about everything. We got in from the football game at 2:30 Saturday morning, and the rest of the weekend was just dead for me. Just... bleh, dead, no fun. No motivation, no ideas, no nuthin! So, now I write enough for three days. The catching up is when the easy assignments get hard, but you know what, I think I'll be okay. Wish me luck! |
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This is absolutely hilarious! My kind of humor.
My life's been busier than normal, too, but NOTHING like yours. 
Hope everything's okay.
