DMOL

So, just got wind of some bad news.

If I take my surgery during the summer, fall, or winter of this coming year, it's going to put me back a whole year no matter what. I pretty much have to have the surgery next summer in order to not be put behind. Sigh. Nothing ever works out for me.

So, what I was thinking about doing was double majoring. Like, take a semester off and then come back and take classes that apply to my other major (because I pretty much am already accepted into the DMOL program anyway and have all that stuff done), then by the time I leave Ferris, I'll be all set and ready to leave with one degree under my belt! Woohoo!

I wish it were that exciting. Lol moment.

Anyway. I have been doing some thinking. Isn't it strange to completely love somebody and want to be with them, and then it's like things fall apart and that person is then a stranger to you? It makes me sad. I read that Tauruses are the kind of people that make a friend and never let go - Yeah, that shiz is so true. I still talk to all of my old high school friends, with the exception of one, because no matter how much I try to talk to her, she just never responds back. I love seeing people change. Although sometimes it makes me sad to know they aren't heading in the right direction. Or maybe it's not a bad direction, it's just not a direction I thought they would take in life. Anyway, I say this because I find myself thinking at night about love and life and what people mean to me. How my life would be different without certain people there. And in all honesty, I got pretty melancholy over a select few people not being there, even though they now have reduced roles in my life. I hope that one day they will play a bigger part of my life like I want them to. But who knows until it really happens? No matter how many times I beg and plead with them to come back, it doesn't mean a thing. They have to do it for themselves, not for me. And I understand that. It would make me sad that they wouldn't want to be in my life like I wanted to, but I would understand it and wish them all the happiness in the world -- because they deserve it.

I said "sad" like 5 times in that paragraph. I need a new word.

Anyway, that's all I have for the day. I'm going to play some video games now. Just got done with an online quiz that I honestly probably didn't do very well on, but that's okay, because one is dropped at the end of the semester. I have one more online quiz to do, but I'll save that for later tonight. "New Girl" is on tonight. Totally in love with that show.

I need to get to bed earlier tonight. This time change is screwing up my sleeping schedule. I have been up until 1:30 AM the past few nights (which was originally 12:30 AM). I wish I lived in Texas or something where they didn't have those time shifts (or do they? I don't really know. I think Florida did when I was there for Easter once ...).

Okay. For real. I'm getting off. Watch me.

Two in one day?!

Yup. I'm posting again. Although admittedly the first post was an excerpt of my space opera idea. I don't know if I'm ever going to continue with it, but if I do, I'll be sure to say so. So, if you like what you read there, tell me! It might actually sway me to continue. Dooooo ittttt.

I'm currently watching "100 Greatest Women in Music (from the past 20 years)" and I have to say it reminded me of a lot of awesome songs that I forgot about. Jewel, TLC, etc. So many awesome songs.

Dooooooooon't go chasin' waterfaaaaaalls!

............... Anyway.

Today I watched Fringe. I love that show with a passion. I'm on the last disc of season 3. Ugh. What am I supposed to do until season 4 comes out?! Nothing, that's what.

Mac and cheese was for dinner; sad thing is, I had it for lunch today, and dinner last night as well. Yeah. Mac and cheese overload. It happens.

I'm in a Lady Gaga mood. That also happens.

Okay, I'm starting to ramble ... I didn't really have much to say, I guess. But, eh. The point of a blog isn't really to have much to say besides what enters your mind at any given moment, and that's totally what happened just now.

Space Opera Excerpt

His fingers glided across the trackpad as he input the passcode for the door.

A robotic feminine voice called out his name: “Glion Bernathen.”

“Correct,” he droned, and then the same voice indicated that it was analyzing Glion’s tone before the door suddenly slid open.

The room was freezing. Glion was immediately reminded of the ice planet Zarath XII and shuddered. That was a place he cared to never return to once more. He looked back and called someone forward with his hands.

In bobbled in two people, each holding the end of an object that was swathed in cloth. Their heaving breaths seemed to crystallize in the air. They set the precious cargo down gingerly and began to unwrap it. The cloth unraveled, Glion took a step forward.

Staring into his eyes was a pair of green eyes, the hue of which Glion thought of as pine. They shifted back and forth, wide, as though fearful. The eyes belonged to a human girl. She could be no older than ten, but Glion did not want to produce his Analyzer and find out. He felt a pang of guilt stabbing at his heart, but he reminded himself to resign his sentiments.

If I were her, I’d be afraid, too, he thought, and that was that.

“Hello,” said Glion, falling to his knees. “You will be staying here for a bit. I hope you don’t mind. We saved you from them, and we just want to do what’s best.”

The mouth of the girl did not move; it stayed transfixed, as though the cold from the room froze it in place – but Glion knew that this was not true. The girl had been given a shock treatment that paralyzed everything but a few fine motor functions. Speaking was not one of the functions saved.

“We will take very good care of you here. Now, you know that you aren’t completely out of the clearing yet, right?” He did not wait for an answer. “But you soon will be. We are working very hard at that here on the Falcotrix. So, you must go away for a little bit, but don’t worry. You will be free in a few months to, oh, a few years, okay?”

The girl’s eyes widened even more. Glion knew what she was thinking – years?

“You will be good as new, and then you will be able to live life as it was intended, free of harm and safe and with your family.” He pursed his lips. He wondered if she already knew that there were no detectable signs of life left in that city. That bastard destroyed everything to get to her. “Now, up you go.” And then he picked her up, and the girl’s golden blonde hair hung down to the floor like a waterfall. He placed her in a tubular bed and then smiled – he faked it, but it was a smile nonetheless. Then he pressed the button and a film of thin glass rotated around from the bottom of the bed and fell seamlessly in place, enclosing the child. His hand on the button, he thought about how the child would soon be free from the shock treatment; but that wouldn’t matter. By the time it wore off, she would be frozen in place, pristine, for she was lying in a cryochamber.

“Welcome, Number 3,” he said beneath his frozen breath and then pressed the button.

Today

So today is my last day of break. I headed home, and now I'm just sitting here in my apartment, alone. Watching "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest."

Today, on my way home, I had a great idea for a story. Okay, well, I lied. More like last night. But I developed it on the ride back to my apartment (I know, probably not safe).

Anyway, don't want to say TOO much, because what's the fun in that? It's going to be like a space opera type story. More sci-fi than I'm used to doing, but not completely out of the question. I don't really want to break ground in the business; I just want to flesh out a great story with great characters. I'm more for the entertainment value of books.

So. Not much else to say. I'm going to watch "Desperate Housewives" tonight. Someone is going to die! Kind of excited - in a morbid way, that is.

Well, that is all. Woohoo. I'm just so exciting. . . .

Short Story Contest

So, I'm just sitting here on the bathroom floor. I have no idea why. There are plenty of other much more comfortable place. But alas, I'm on a tile floor next to the toilet, which smells neither of filth nor cleanliness. Odd.

Anyway, rambling aside, the dog is in the kitchen, sleeping. I'm supposed to be watching her. I will after this post. I'm going to Buffalo Wild Wings today and to see Ashley and then watch a movie afterwards. I just recently sent out my short story to her for correction. I'm super excited because I rather like this story.

Anyway, to give some information on it, I'm not even sure how this story came about. It just ... appeared. Then again, don't most great stories? Stephenie Meyer, of Twilight fame, claimed that the scene where Bella and Edward are in the forest lying there, him glittering away, came in a dream. I'm wondering if she created him from imagination, or she actually saw his face before. I read somewhere that the brain can not make up a face in a dream, you have to have seen it somewhere: in passing, every day, etc. So, if she didn't see it in real life, she must have created it from thought. But if she didn't know who he was until that dream, then that means an ACTUAL EDWARD exists.

Just a passing thought.

Anyway, tangent aside, I sent my story off. It's more or less a comment on the modernized society and how most people never seem to "stop and smell the flowers," or they are too caught up to try something new. I'm a lot like this man, whom I named Sam, in some regards. I'm not very adventurous unless it comes to food. but Sam isn't adventurous in that regard, either. He's very strictly regulated by time. I think that people should really enjoy life, because once it's gone, it's gone. Anyway, Sam doesn't even seem fazed that there is anything wrong. In fact, it's as if all emotional attachment is to time. Everything slowly falls around him, but he's so caught up in himself and time and managing it, that he fails to keep up relationships and enjoyment.

Anyway, I didn't mean to pretty much give you the synopsis of my story. In fact, I may have just ruined it for you all. But, oh well, the people who will be reading it don't even have a blogger account, and it's not as if more than 2 or 3 people read this anyway. So. I'm safe for now.

Well, I must attend to the dog and continue to get ready for the day. She's cute, but that cone ... I call it the Cone of Shame, and every time I walk by her I whisper "shaaaaaaaame." I'm sure she hates me now.

Oh. Yeah.

Forgot to mention. I'll post an excerpt later in the week. I feel bad I haven't done so lately. I just was so busy this past week with exams. I actually did pretty good on them, so no complaints. I suppose that means now I have to actually study, considering it works (who would have thought?).

So. I'll get around to it, readers, whomever you may be.

Tender is the Night ... Well. Morning. Afternoon?

Like I said, I knew I was going to be god-awful at writing and keeping up with this blog. It's just not my thing. I have to literally push myself to write on it. I even forget about it until my friend reminded me that I had one last night because she has one. So. Ugh. Promise I'm trying to keep up!

On a different note. Today I'm taking care of my mom's dog, Onna. There's supposed to be two dots over the "O," but I'm too lazy to copy and paste that type of "O" in here. She's right now attacking my computer bag. She has a cone over her head so she doesn't bite at the stitches. Poor girl had her uterus taken out.

Let's see here ... Writing.

Yes, that small thing.

I'm currently writing a short story for a contest at Ferris. I'd like to tell everyone I know who's a writer to get involved, but it's only open to Ferris students, and sadly, I know like no other Ferris students who are writers. It's sad being in a scientific program. I feel like my creativity is stifled because I'm surrounded by "exact" people, if you know what I mean. More of the analytic kind, as opposed to creative. I, however, feel creative everywhere. In fact, I love that I am in a science program; it easily influences me. But I doubt any one else appreciates science like I do in that program. They view it as just that - science - opposed to me, science and creativity. In other words, being creative isn't welcome in this program. Oh, the joys of being left and right-brained.

Ah well. Not like it's really just that big of a deal. It was just a small observation.

Okay,  think that that is all I have to talk about right now. I need to get back into my writing and taking care of the dog. Oh, and listening to Adele. If you ever want to write about a break-up, listen to  the "21" album by Adele. Guaranteed to tug at your heartstrings. Currently playing: "One and Only."

Peace and stuff.