Elevator accident.

I've been immagining my own death a lot latley, in random situations, and immagining how everyone around me would react. Cancer, car crash, most recently I was coming up the elevator at work and I thought, Hm, elevator crash, what a way to go. I don't actually immagine my death, just the aftermath.
I don't want to die.
I figured I should tell someone though. You know, since it's gotten to the point where I'm saying "Hmm, I immagine my own death a lot"

Has Been Said, Could Have been.

I was just thinking about the effect one decision can have on the rest of everything. I remembered/thought this up.

"Soooo.." she said, with only a slight twinge in her gut, a slight thump of her heart, a subtle shake of her nervous legs. She was much more calm then she had originally anticipated being, felt that the words that should come next would come, even though there was something inside her telling her not to speak, the urge to vocalize what needed to be said was greater.
   She had deliberately waited until this moment, it was inevitable, after a long evening out eating and laughing and joshing, they would always return and collapse on her bed, it had been that way for the last few months, constantly building to this moment, despite her silent struggles. Now, laying here again, she waited for her dearest friend and companion to leave the room before she spoke out loud. Now that she had begun speaking, there was no turning back, she couldn't leave the word 'so' hanging in the air for much longer. The words to follow escaped her lips, sounding exactly as they had when she repeated them in her mind.

"Was this a date?"

The male figure laying there next to her turned, his arm still stretched around beneath her. She figured that he probably hadn't expected her to say anything at all. She would have rather said nothing at all but the rational side of her had logic'd out the fact that the game she was playing could not be played forever. She couldn't keep closing her eyes to the feelings being sketched out on the page in plain blue pen. She couldn't ignore the lub-dub in her chest where she joked that her central processing unit should lie. The subtle looks and the elongated hugs and the hand on her shoulder couldn't be ignored. Not to mention the urging of her peers and close friends who had just today urged her to take his hand in hers, the simplest of gestures. 

     The question hung in the air for a moment, passing silently, the answer clear, the future uncertain. He responded softly;

The nonfiction conclusion to this, along with the fiction part of it (alternate ending lol) will be posted on my other blog, Alternate Parallels, where I'm supposed to post this creative writing shiz. This might also be a shameless plug to go to my other blog, because if I had posted this there, no one would have read it. (Aka: YOU: "eeeeeeeh, not interested *shameless chuckle*") Also, the end will be posted when I get around to it, eventually. Which should be soon because that's where shit diverges and there are those alternate parallels (like the title of the blog, y'getit?) so if I don't finish it, it's just me being self centered and talking about myself even more so then it already is. 

I guess this is a blog, created with the intention to talk about myself.

I'm talking about myself to preserve it for posterity. That's why I started this in the first place. god.

FUTURE ME, DON'T KEEP WRITING OBNOXIOUSLY LONG AUTHORS NOTES TYPE DOODADS AFTER WRITING A CREATIVE/AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL PIECE, YOU JUST LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON. (As opposed to a ninja, which is subtlety different then a crazy person)

I'm making obscure references now. Bed time.

Just Reach

I pre-ordered Halo Reach yesterday, I'm really excited, just like everyone else.

You know what really bothers me, books about God that pretend not to be about God. I shelve a lot of books at work and I come across thees books once and a while. It'll look like a self help or parenting book on the outside, and the back cover with give no indication about religious preference, in fact, the back summary of the book looks completely  religiously indifferent. However, if you open it up, it turns into "How to parent your children with the love of Jesus Christ" Or "Being a more powerful balanced woman by letting God into your soul". It makes me angry, not because I have a problem with parents teaching their children values with the help of the father son and the holy spirit, but because of the sneaky nature the books emit. What if a poor self-respecting atheist just came along and picked up the book, only to open it up to see the word "God" every few words. Rage would ensue, and because I'm in close proximity, I have to listen to it, and to be totally honest, I hate atheist rage. I hate it almost more then Christian rage, but that's another story for another time.

Funfact: Fuck yes motherfuckers. Halo Reaaaccch

A short story I wrote on the first day of school...

...based on characters I thought up last year on the first day of school. GO!


Audience Preferences,


I... POSTED THIS ON THE WRONG BLOG.
BY AN ACTUAL ACCIDENT. SRSLY.
READ IT HERE
http://alternateparallels.blogspot.com/2010/09/short-story-i-wrote-on-first-day-of.html
IF YOU CARE.

The looming monster

School is almost here which makes me very sad. I really don't want summer to end. Ever.


I played a fucking lot of world of warcraft today. That was pretty cool.


Things I did this summer:

1. Broke/fixed a computer
2. Went to the beach
3. Got fucking sick
4. Worked
5. Stayed up late
6. Hung out
7. Fell in love s'more.
8. Played xBox in a tent
9. Cried
10. Ran for a bus and missed it.
11. Ate some Subway
12. Stole some pokemon cards (shhh)
13. I'll add more shit to this list later

Preserved for posterity.

I bought world of warcraft.
If you're wondering why I'm not around,
Or why you haven't seen me out of my house,
This is why.


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Back to the grind.

How to find a good man who will love you and treat you right.

Step one: Learn to love video games.