I have, in the course of just one day, written and posted a fan fiction. Oddly enough, posting it was actually far more agonizing than actually putting pen to paper (although, believe me, I agonized enough during that portion of the writing process too). I don't know why releasing my finished products into the aether is so, for lack of a better word, painful. I suppose it's just the hyper-critical portion of my brain that's deathly afraid of failure acting up. I certainly hope the anguish is worth it (and I have a good feeling that it will be).
-NK
P.S. Fic is here in case anyone wants to have a gander.
So, Max and I are supposed to be heading off to see my friend juliebean in the morning, before returning to Austin on Friday. I say supposed to, because Max woke up a few minutes ago, puking. *sigh* Now I'm in the crappy position of having to decide what to do now.
On the one hand, it's entirely possible that this is a one time issue for Max. He stuffed himself silly at dinner, and it wouldn't surprise me if this is just a result of one too many tacos from Taco Bell. On the other hand, with the amount of traveling we've done over the past few weeks, it's entirely possible that he's picked up a bug, and if I continue on to Julie's, I risk infecting them all, as well as coming down with whatever it is myself further on down the road.
So far, he doesn't seem to have a fever, nor does he seem too concerned with his situation. He's happily splashing in the bathtub, while I run around trying to clean the bed (of COURSE he managed to find MY pillow from home to hork on, thereby rendering it ruined, since I can't really wash it). Luckily there were some spare sheets in the closet, so once I pull him from the tub, we should be able to resume our regularly scheduled sleep. In the morning I'll reassess how he is, and hopefully, we'll be able to continue on to juliebean's.
Why does this sort of thing always seem to happen when we're on the road? :P
You are an independent, confident person. You march to the beat of your own drum, and if other people don't like it, they can go f*** themselves. You don't really care what they think, or at least you THINK that you don't care. You believe that people should live and let live.
You are an introverted soul, disliking the crowds of morons and idiots that you find at big parties or clubs. You prefer to be on your own, or with a couple close friends. When you are forced to be social, you get tired quickly. You need to curl up with a good book or spend a night on the computer to recharge.
You have a strong sense of self, and it doesn't bother you much when people criticize you, especially strangers. You care more about what your family thinks, but probably not enough to change yourself for them. In any case, your loved ones know that under that gruff, aggressive exterior there is a caring friend. Your daemon's form would represent your confident, occasionally aggressive and solitary nature, but might betray your softer underbelly. He or she would probably help you make fun of the idiots around you, but would also provide the comfort and affection that you sometimes deny yourself in everyday life.
Tomorrow my paid account expires and I am not renewing it. Very few of my friends post giant picture posts anymore and I cannot tell you when the last time I posted a poll was. Over the years, I have had a paid account the whole time and have bought at least 4 for other people. We'll see, I may not be able to live without it, but I think it is an expense that can be cut.
Well I will say right off I don't miss wrestling any more now than I did going into this. I hadn't watched a full show in many years and neither show gave me any reason to change that.
Yes there was some intrigue with Bret Hart and Ric Flair, but other than that not much.
The match of the night was hands down AJ styles against Kurt angle. Watch it, download it, burn it, hide it and put it in a time capsule. this is why wrestling fans watch wrestling. It is one of the most spectacular matches I've ever seen.
Who won on format, WWE. they had a show, they stuck to it. Nothing felt out of place or seemed like much of a deviation of the product. TNA on the other hand had so much stuff going on the show suffered for a lack of direction.
Matches overall were WWE again. They had more time and while the TNA show had lots of title matches you get the feeling most of the matches could've done much better had time not been wasted backstage.
So while yes Bishoff and Hogan arrived, they seemed to just slip into NWO habits, not caring about anything but screen time and stroking their own ego. I do applaud Hogan for coming out and praising the Styles vs Angle match.
WWE wins, not because they are bigger, not because they had a better guest host, but because they gave people what they wanted and didn't force them to sit through bs that wasn't needed.
A - Age: 30 B - Bed size: Single twin C - Chore you hate: cleaning D - Dad's name: Samuel E - Essential start your day item: Tea [Tazo's Awake or Earl Grey] F - Favorite food: at the moment sushi G - Gold or Silver: Gold H - Height: 5ft.6 I - Instruments you play(ed): Clarinet J - Job title: Knitter [like that is even one] K - Kid(s): plenty of nieces and nephews L - Living arrangements: With mom and sisters M - Mom's name: Mary N - Nicknames: JoJo O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: none P - Pet Peeves: Stupidity, not listening, lack of common sense Q - Quote from a brilliant person: I'd rather be a failure at something I enjoy than a success at something I hate. -George Burns R - Right or left handed: Right S - Siblings: Three older sisters, one older brother, one younger sister T - Time you wake up: 9:30am more or less U - Underwear: tighty-whities [tmi, I know] V - Vegetable you dislike: napales [ew] W - Ways you run late: trains X - X-rays you've had: leg, ankle Y - Yummy food you make: omlets Z - Zoo favorite: hippos
Bret Hart & Shawn Michaels Maryse vs Brie Bella The Miz & Fatal Four way Bret Hart & Chris Jericho DX, Hornswoggle & Santino Marella DX vs Big Show & Chris Jericho Vince McMahon & Randy Orton Sheamus vs Evan Bourne Steve "Dr. Death" Williams Randy Orton vs Kofi Kingston Bret Hart & Vince McMahon
What do you charge what is the policy for absences do you schedule make up lessons do you use supplementary material do you participate in Guild Are you a member of MTNA what about performance and recital opportunities what kind of and how many Do you teach theory and history Do you teach by ear Do you teach improvisation How much time do you expect them to practice How long do students stay with you
~composers my mom likes: Dennis Alexander Mealanie Bober Euginie Rochelle
1. Put your music player on shuffle. 2. Press forward for each question. 3. Use the song title as the answer to the question, even if it doesn't make sense. 4. No cheating D: It's not as fun if you cheat.
my father's latest batch of beef jerky is in the making. i have sampled it. oh my god my mouth is on FIRE. *noms* *wheezes* BUT SO DELICIOUS. *wipes eyes*
Excerpt from the novel The Boy in the Yellow Leatherette Portmanteau:
Riddle of the Week:
Why is an ankle like a consequence?
Joe Baluende stared at the small sign taped to the back of the cash register in the Bookscapes bookstore in Whittlespear Beach, California; blue ink on goldenrod card stock, san-serif and bold. Music drifted down from a high shelf behind the counter, easy-going jazz from an ungainly homemade boom box. Joe, the tenderest of jazz neophytes, was pleased to recognize Dave Brubeck. He lifted a worn, stained copy of the American Heritage Dictionary, a book that often sat next to the register, when the space was not occupied by What's What: A Visual Glossary of the Physical World, or Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, or the Larousse Gastronomique. He paged through the dictionary until he found the entry for "ankle". It was a noun, unsurprisingly.
1. The joint formed by the articulation of the lower leg bones with the talus. The ankle connects the foot with the leg. 2. The slender section of the leg immediately above the foot.
He looked up "talus". Another noun.
1. The bone of the ankle that articulates with the tibia and fibula to form the ankle joint. Also called anklebone, astragalus. 2. The ankle. 3. A sloping mass of rock debris at the base of a cliff.
He was about to look up "consequence" when the proprietor of Bookscapes walked around the end of the first row of Mystery.
"Hello, Joe," said Ashtabula Littlehales. She was a large, round woman, unimposing despite her mass. With skin the color of portobello mushroom gills and hair the color and texture of an old (but clean) string mop, she seemed much older than her actual age of forty-five years. Joe, unaware that Ashtabula was only eleven years older than himself, placed her in his grandmother's generation.
“I was just calling to say that we are at our new house we still have probably about a quarter of our things still at the other house but I'm started to start staying here so that we will get the ball rolling because the kids have gotta start school this week there they school now that holiday break is over they already got been registered at the new school and we're just waiting to hear back from the school principal from the other school and yeah things are going pretty good right now it's just been pretty hectic and there's been a lot just going on all at once and I'm finally happy to say that we finally have a new cell phone we have not have a cell phone probably 4 months or more so if you thought I was ignoring I was not I just did not have phone and I didn't get your text or whatever so I can now at the different number so if I have not texted you by now with it like Tim(?) for example I don't know your number but if I have not texted you with my new number not by now you may read Von(?) to ___ and I might just get it to you alright we'll talk to you later bye.”
Stephanie is laying in bed so I figured I would update this for her. Cameron was bron this morning at 5:55 am. He is measuring 20" and weighing in a 8 pounds. He is adorable. I'm sure Stephanie will update this more when she is able to.
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