rant the night away

[Luke Peters]

So I feel kind of guilty posting this here, but I figured there's really no where else to put it. I don't usually do the whole, rant thing, because I don't want people to feel sorry for me. For the most part, I live a pretty happy life, and I do not want to be the one who always complains. But anyways enough of that.
Oh yeah, and sorry ahead of time for any typos, I can't really see that well right now. Spending four hours in a heavily chlorinated pool was probably not the best decision of my life.

Okay, but on with my rant, I suppose!
So, there are a few things. I guess I'll start with the biggest down to the smallest. The first thing is that today, my mom got laid off from her job. As a single parent, it's really hard on her. She used to work for this cheap assholes couple who are like, millionaires. Instead of keeping my mom on the job, when she is more than competent, they hired this lady who both cleans and manages the house (which is what my mom does, she's a house manager.) The new lady is live-in, which means they'll get 24/7 cleaning -- which, by the way, they don't need at all, since they're both sterile neat-freaks --, aka, pretty much a slave. They're so selfish, I swear. So needless to say, I'm going to try to help my mom as much as possible, around the house and job hunting and such, so I might not be on as much/have much muse. I'll try really hard though!

Second thing, next week, I'm going to my dad's. Well, this isn't really part of the rant, more of why I won't be as active. My dad's house is a totally different animal compared to my mom's. The two most important factors at my dad's, however, are the fact that I have no internet (unless I stand holding my laptop against my window and feed off the neighbors.) And the fact that my little brother is a handful. As much as possible, I try to avoid him. Feeling guilty locking myself in my room all day, I usually attempt to flee to a friend's or something. I'll try to get on as much as I can in the evenings, but I can't promise much. Oh yeah, and I'm there for THREE WEEKS! Ugh.

Also, not on a very large note, but still bugging me:
I'm sunburnt, which is never pleasant. I hate Florida summers, oh do I hate them!
I'm hormonal up the wazoo. I'm not going to go into any more detail than that.
&, I have two huge landmine pimples on my face. Okay, that's no big deal, but they're bothering me! If you don't know what they are, they're those pimples that you can't see, but hurt when you touch them.
Alright, thank you for reading. I'll go away now. (:

[Kaye~Twins~Koby]

I love a good rant (: and by the sounds of it you have good reason to rant my friend!

I know what it feels like to work for assholes and believe me it sucks, I wish your mum all the luck in the world and hope that her next job is with people who respect her and treat her with respect.

As for spending 3 weeks with your dad and no internet … NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO that cant happen who will be here to brainstorm with me and keep me company and this just sucks so bad!!!!!!!!

OK honestly I’m ok now … maybe haha, I hear sunburn hurts like a mother … but I wouldn’t know I never burn I just go brown … as for summer I prefer winter and its winter here at the moment so yay! Come live with me in Australia and you can enjoy being freezing cold

Hope everything works out for you my dear -huggles!-

[Luke Peters]

Thank you! I'm sure she'll find something else -- something better, but it's just pretty scary for her right now. After all, she worked for them for like, four years or so. Also, the wife sent me this God-awful Prada hat from Italy -- big deal. I mean, who wears baseball caps if not for working or keeping the sun out of your eyes? It's not like I'm going to waltz around with the thing, not where I live. I wrote her a thank you letter not two days ago, and I just parodied it today to make my mom feel better. It's pretty funny (;

I know, I'm very upset too. ): I'd rather not, really, but I have no choice. Don't worry, we can still brainstorm! Just not as frequently... I'll try my hardest to get on.

You're so lucky that you just turn brown. I'm as pale as a sheet, and my skin likes to fry rather than tan. I try to stay out of the sun as much as possible, but there's really nothing else to do here in the summer. And yes, I'll come live with you! I've always wanted to go to Australia.

Thank you very much! (:<3

[Dale McCall]

I’ve decided to be a little ultruistic today, and join in

Kinda know how ya feel there, Luke. I’m in a similar(ish) situation myself. My dad recently quit his EHS job in mining after three years, and is going back to working on a Jumbo (big digging machine-thing).

Only thing is, I encouraged him to go ahead and quit. My parent’s don’t get along (my dad’s thinking about leaving her). So, whenever my dad has problem’s, he’ll come to me. And whenever my mum has problems, she’ll come to me. There really isn’t any point in him going to work for a week, being miserable, and then coming home for a week and being miserable. Same with your mum, too.

I am unable to categorize or understand the flow of my mum’s moods. All I know, so far, is that she is a misanthropic woman, is perpetually displeased with my relationship with my dad, and is fundamentally spiteful towards him. I am pretty much the antithesis of all that she believes in.
BUT we aren’t here to listen to me digress, are we? We’re here to listen to you and express our views

I hope your mum find’s more work soon! It’s hard finding work these days, especially with the recession, but it can be done. I dono if you live in a rural or suburban area? It is easier to get a job the more rural you are. I’m sure she’ll persevere. It may be my irritating ability to try and search for at least the tiniest scrap of good in any and all situation’s, but I’ve learnt that when something bad happen’s, a speck good eventually has to come out of it.

As with three weeks with your dad, I can’t help ya much there. You just have to try to distract yourself as much as ya can. Do what I do and draw some pictures, doesn’t matter if you think you can’t draw, anyone can draw stick figures I’ve recently rekindled my love for crayon’s and oil pastels. If you get bored, just sketch on a couple of sheets of paper. Use your imaginaaaaaaaation, maaaaan. Or write something, maybe. Most of my own stories are just the scribbling’s of a retard.

When it come’s to sunburn, I hate it too! Though I only get it around my cheeks and nose. I have an olive complexion to my skin. Autumn and Winter are the best season’s here. If you ever do plan on coming to Australia, make-sure-it-is-not-in-the-Summer! You will melt in a puddle of your own sweat. I am totally not joking.

Last summer I actually did melt into a puddle, while just walking down the street one day. It was terrible. My little brother had to run to one of our neighbors house’s and borrow a mop and bucket off of them to come mop me up off of the pavement. I was soooo embarrassed. My parents decided to store me in the freezer and I had to live off frozen pea’s for about a week. I hate pea’s. There was a penguin in there. We didn't know each other very well so there were awkward pauses.

But now everything’s okay, though

[Luke Peters]

No, please, join in all you want! That makes me feel better that I'm not the only one ranting! (:

I'm very sorry about your parents. My parents split too, although it was my mom who left my dad. My dad made a new family with this new woman now, but really, both sets are struggling. I know how it is being the adviser, although I'm closer to my mom. She's been pretty unhappy lately, mostly because of money and because she has no man in her life, so I guess it's kind of the opposite. I try to keep on everyone's good side, but it can be hard sometimes when you're going against what the other parent wants. Bring on college already so I can get out of here, sheesh!

We live in a pretty suburban area, so it's even worse. I'm sure she'll find a job too, it just may take a little while. For her, since she's a house manager, all the people who need... er, managing, are all away from here during the summer months, complicating her job search even more. I'm positive that she'll get something eventually though, I just hope it happens sooner rather than later, because I hate to see her stressed.

Oh, and I found a great antidote to the weeks at my dad's. Not really to go much into it here, (but I can post my blog if you're interested in reading my every day ramblings, not too exciting) but today I went out to the stable for the first time in two years. I had been afraid of going for really stupid reasons, but I went today, and I'm really glad I did. I've decided that whenever I can get a ride for the rest of the summer, I'm going to help out. I don't really care to ride, actually, I just love being around the horses. It's very... zen. (:

I literally laughed out loud reading about your puddle story. Yes, it gets bad here in the summer too, and since I have a tendency to burn, it's even worse. I've never melted though, so I consider myself lucky. I don't think I'd do too well in a near-melt experience involving peas. (;

[Dale McCall]

Cheers mate,

It’s difficult to be honest about this sort of thing because in cold print I feel when I express it, it sound's egotistical to my eyes/ ears. I want to unshackle myself from the self-effacement and melodrama, like I have already stopped crushing my own opinions, trying to appease my parent’s. Qualities that make determination and ambition tolerable.

I believe we all have an essential self, but if you spend everyday chopping up meat on a slab, and selling it by the pound, soon you’ll find you’ve become a butcher, you’re going to have to cut right though to the bare bone’s of your own character in the hope of finding out who you really are. Which bloody hurts. “If it is meant to be, it is up to me,” as that saying goes. Ultimately, everything is down to you. Which is just what, from the sound’s of it, both our parent’s have done yeah?

I am sorry to hear about your mum, and I agree completely about the advisor thing - you’d think they’d at least try and talk it out with each other, before involving the kids, eh? I think that it’s the scale of all of the B.S that the parent’s can put you through while you are trying to help (do you feel obliged to because you are their kid?) that causes all of the problems, not just the nature of them. Excuses, excuses. Seem’s pretty childish to me.

My dad’s a bit of a sporadic presence. He’s worked in mining so his visit’s home have always been pretty scattered. Usually he’s a week on, and a week off. Sometimes a fortnight on and a week off. There was one point in his career where he was working in Indonesia for 10 weeks, and was home for 5 weeks. Still, he’s always been there. Albeit briefly.

I hope you don’t feel like you should choose sides with your parents. You are your own person, you deserve that right to say, “Hang on a minute, I don’t have to put up with this. I’m off. Cheque please!” It is hard to try and stay on both their good side’s but you have to remember, ultimately, your happiness and peace of mind need’s to come first. Remember you can always vent here, I’m always happy to pitch in my 2 cents. You’re mates are always there for you (I’ve had to remind myself that allot) Kayleigh (Piffle) is a really good friend in real life. She made me out of scraps.

It sound’s like you are allot closer with your mum for sure, and it really isn’t fair at all that she’s been treated this way with her job. Her sacking seem’s totally uncalled for. But as I said (typed) before, there’s gotta be at least a speck of good to come out of the situation eventually.
What are you going to be studying at college?

That’s great about you being able to hang out with the horses Personally I’ve only ridden a horse a few time’s in my life (the last time I did, I was riding this miniature pony, and I fell flat on my back. Yeowch!). But there is something very peaceful about being around the right horses, and giving them a brush every now and then. I hope you’ll be able to be around them as much as you like.

Glad my freezer/pea/penguin situation gave you a good laugh To this day the penguin and I still correspond. If I can’t reach the pea’s at the bottom of the freezer, he’ll quickly dart to the back and retrieve some for me

[Luke Peters]

Like I just said moments before, your advice = world class. (:

I think that our parents don't go into situations meaning to involve us, or at least mine don't, but it ends up happening. Like, for instance, I try to comfort my mother's worries about money, which always brings up my father and how he's late with child support. On the other side of things, any time I complain to my dad, my mom always comes up. At one point, I screamed at him, 'listen, I love you both equally, okay? I don't want to hear either one of you talking poorly about the other! It doesn't involve me!' They're both sour about each other for various reasons, but why should it involve me? Why should our parents problems involve us, unless they're directly related?

By nature, I was born an extremely caring individual. I sympathize with nearly everyone, and I want nothing more than to be able to provide comfort to people in distress. Even when I was younger, I remember thinking while watching Sleeping Beauty, "I don't like Maleficent, but I still feel bad for her when she dies." My mother is naturally very... I don't want to say it, but emotionally unstable. Not like, scary, suicidial/drunk/druggie, but she just gets upset very easily. I'm naturally prone to help her to calm down. I don't mind, but apparently my dad's side thinks that this is very unhealthy for me. I don't, for I think that I would freak out if I couldn't comfort my mother in her times of distress, I'd just be lying to myself. It's like seeing a little kitten on the side of the road, watterlogged and crying, and walking right past it. It would be impossible, especially to me who's so used to quelling her tears, disappointments, and fears.

Now I feel bad making this about me again, so let's not for a sec.
I'm very sorry about your father, that must really stink. It's not the same thing as me I figure, but I can surely empathize with you. When I am at my mother's, especially during the summertime, I rarely ever see my dad, maybe a few days out of a three week period. It's not that I don't love him, but everything's so different on the other side of the tracks. I'm okay with this absence, but that must really stink when you can't choose it. Have you gotten used to it? I sometimes with that I was completely self-sufficient, so I wouldn't have to worry about other people's issues, but where's the fun in that, eh? What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger -- or at least screws us up thoroughly later in life.

But parents, aye, you love them and you hate them. I, personally, could not wish for a better mother, and I'm so happy to have landed with the one I did. I do love my parents, although my above rant would contradict otherwise. They're just... hard sometimes, as I'm sure you know. I'm positive that when I have kids, I'll mess them up a little too. After all, if you don't get a couple of screws pulled loose from your parents, then your life is a little too perfect. Maybe like, robot family perfect, pardon the pun (screws, robots, ha-ha.)
And yes, where would we be without our friends?! Although, I've lost quite a few of those come this past year, but that's quite a different story, and I'm not about to launch off into something completely different.

Well, in a few years when I'm off to college, I hope to be studying ____________.
Really, I have no idea. It scares me a little that it's so close, and I still have no idea where i'm going or what I want to do. I love photography, and I love writing, so maybe something in those areas, although I'll probably dabble in some other places too. What's your passion?

Ouch! Ponies and me never really clicked. Personally, I find them a little to spastic and jumpy, and they're usually never calm. I'd rather laze around on a huge horse than a little pony, although mostly, like I typed before, I'd just like to be around them. It is very relaxing, and very stress-relieving too. Something in them that just kind of, alleviates your problems. Hm.

And that made me giggle too! My freezer is not quite as exciting as yours is, apparently, which I regret. Where can I buy a magical freezer like yours? Or at least meet a penguin or two? No yeti's though, for I dated one a long time ago, and it didn't turn out very well. (;
Thanks for the advice, again. ♥

[Dale McCall]

Cheers I really appreciate that,

I agree with you when you say ‘why should our parent’s problem’s involve us, unless they are directly related?’ It’s a very good question. Shame that we may never know that answer for certain though. Seem’s most, if not all, of what is discussed in this house eventually lead’s to either dad or mum both griping about one another. And when that happens, one of them is invariably out of ear shot - Funny innit?

My beef, is mainly directed at my mum. As I said before, I find it very difficult to categorize or understand the flow of her moods. She is very misanthropic (reclusive), jealous of my relationship with my dad (yet, apparently wants nothing to do with him), and fundamentally spiteful towards him. Her parent’s were like this too, so I’ve come to the conclusion of ‘monkey see, monkey do’. I just don’t want them to be that couple sitting side by side at their 50th anniversary even though they haven’t shared a bed or barely spoke a word for 40 years.

My mum is very OCD when it come’s to keeping herself busy. She has these pointless, hateful drills, like sanding down our wood dinner table, or rotating the lounge room at night - lest the couch or TV should show some sign of the passing of time, or experience, or joy.

I can already see that you are a very caring person. It is unfair that you’re landed with the job of being matriarch to your own parents. I know how it feels to believe you are partly responsible for keeping your parents happy - but really, they aren’t children, you are not their den mother, you should not be treated as if you are.

Life’s never a postcard of life, is it? It never feels like how you’d want it to look. Again, you need to remember to make time for yourself. Don’t ever feel bad for talking about how you feel - I know I ought to talk, ‘cause I feel the same way. But I am making an effort to change that.

This is your rant thread after all, you deserve to have a good rave about everything. I feel like I’m digressing and making it sound more like my own rant than yours haha sorry

My dad has been in mining for about twenty years so yeah, I am used to it. I’m turning nineteen in August. We’ve travelled around Western Australia allot while he was working in various places. Which, I really didn’t mind all that much. Even as an ankle-biter, I was always more of an animal person. I really craved the company of animals - the wordless simplicity of it.

Even now, with my dog’s or my cat, I cherish the moments that I am alone with them, and the unrecorded tenderness that no one will ever know of - the simplicity of “Oh, I’m just here, with this cat.” Just this afternoon I was sitting out on the front porch with my cat taking in the sun and giving him a little cuddle on my lap.

When I read your sentence, What doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger -- or at least screws us up thoroughly later in life. The first thing that came to my mind-tank was that I hope that you do not lose your loving disposition. It is a great, and wonderful quality and you should never lose it. No matter where you go, there are always going to people out there with problems, you just need to remember not to always allow those people to put their dilemma’s on your shoulders. That isn’t your burden to bear - and that applies to family as well.

As Morrissey once said - I can smile about it now, but at the time it was terrible.

Yeah, you can’t help but love your parents; sometimes you can love to hate them too. But that’s family for you eh? From the sound’s of it, we both could have landed ourselves with much tougher parent’s than we have now. But think about it, that does notmean that our problems are any less important than anyone else’s problems. Despite what some might think.
What really gets under my skin, is if you do try and open up to people about your problems, and all you receive back is that whole “Well my parents are ‘blah blah’. Your’s aren’t!”B.S.
It is not a competition, and when people do it, it makes you feel down-right insignificant.

Don’t think for a second that when you decide to have kids one day, that you’ll repeat the same mistakes that your parents made with each other, or you. Because you always have that divine right to choose who and what you become in life. No one else can make that decision for us. Our parents have made that choice. It is their decision, and not our’s whether or not anything works out for them. As you said before as well, why should our parent’s problem’s involve us, unless they are directly related?

You have plenty of time to decide what you want to do with your studies, and life afterwards. I say you go for your photography and writing. I think that you are obviously a talented writer, and I would love to see some of your photography too. Do you have a DeviantArt account? It’s a great place to host your drawings, photography, photo manipulation etc. I recommend you check it out if you haven’t already. Do you write allot? How long have you been on proboard sites?

Art is one of my passions. I’m enrolled in college at the moment, actually, just studying Art and Math (interesting combination isn’t it?) I’m pretty good at drawing; and I’ve recently rekindled my love for oil pastels and crayons too. I’m really just a big kid at heart.

Music is another passion, though I’ve never picked up an instrument and stuck to it for very long. I know the first verse of “Oh Susanna” on a harmonica, and a couple of songs on a keyboard but that’s it.

I’m a semi-decent writer, or at least I think to think I am. While rp-ing on proboard site’s like Firefly, I prefer typing in third person. I just feel you can get more done in a post when you aren’t typing POV. Well.. it works for me.

I’m an avid reader of literature. Ever since I learnt to read I’ve always had my head buried in some book, and ever since I could pick up a pencil I’ve been writing stories and drawing pictures. My favorite author to date would have to be Michael Robotham; he writes allot of crime/thriller novels. I don’t think any author has made me cry, or laugh so hard. I blame him for allot of my sleepless nights.

I prefer using a computer to type things out instead of writing longhand, seeing as my usual efforts to write something down usually wind up in the sentences looking scrawled and so completely unintelligible that I have to transfer them to the computer within hours anyway or I’ll never be able to read my handwriting again. Watching me write is not a spectator sport. Nobody queues up to see it. I’m just the weird chick in the corner table who has conversations with herself.

Pony’s are definitely a bit spastic and jumpy, which are probably a couple of the reason’s I shouldn’t have ridden the little Beelzebub in the first place. The devil is here! He’s wearing a saddle, bridle and his name is Buttons!

Are there many horsey-people in your dad’s area? It’d be good if you could take some photo’s of the different horses in the area. I love taking photo’s of horses, when I get the chance to. It feels weird if I’m walking past someone else’s property taking photo’s of their equine. I always half-expect someone to run out of their house yelling, “Get away from me horses, girl!” and throw shoes at me as I run away with my hands over my head. So I tend to try and be really sneaky about it.

You dated a yeti? That’s pretty brilliant! Though I’m sorry to hear that it didn’t work out very well. I heard that yeti’s have pretty silky, lustrous hair, right? Hardly any regard to fashion though. Do you know what sort of hair product he used? I’ve always wanted to see a yeti perform in a shampoo and conditioner ad.

My freezer is pretty unique; I bought it off this old wombat who had the ability to see into the future. He could have premonitions about plane crashes, and stuff, and the police kept him in this hutch at the back of the police station. It was his birthday, so the police let him out for a little bit, to frolic around the police coffee room. The cheeky little guy chewed through the carpet while all the police were all out at Donut King and tunnelled right out of the station.

I was walking down the street around the same time, just come back from lunch at Subway (I love the chicken fillets), just minding my own business. We really didn’t even need a new freezer; I wasn’t even near a Harvey Norman, or Ikea or anything. I spotted this old costume shop and decided I’d go take a peek inside, just for giggle’s, and as I was rummaging through some of the costumes I saw these really pretty red and yellow lights behind a chicken suit. So I push the suit aside and I walk in.

It was a total Narnia - Blinky Bill cross over, moment. So cool. I walked inside and I realized I was in this really small room, with a bunch of lava lamp’s sitting upon a little magazine table in the middle. Right to the back, sitting on this large freezer, was the wombat. He invited me to sit down, and we shared a couple of stories. Then he asked me if I wanted to buy the freezer. I declined at first, seeing as I didn’t have much cash on me, plus my parent’s did have a perfectly good freezer at home. But the wombat was very persuasive, throwing out words like “limited time offer”, “80% off” and “clearance sale”.

In the end, I just couldn’t say no. When a talking wombat tells you to buy a freezer, you better buy that freezer! I gave him $10, a pack of hubba bubba and an extra shoe-lace for the thing.

So he put’s it in this box, and I walk out of the costume shop with a brand new freezer in my possession. Later on that week, I had that little melting onto the pavement insistent; spending a week in the icy box, and that’s where I met the penguin.

I have no idea how that penguin got in there though I really ought to ask him sometime. Maybe he could introduce you to a couple of his buddies

OOC: Geez my replies just get longer and longer dont they.

[Melanie Black]

Ouch! Sorry for my lack of presence, work has been hellish, literally

I wanna join in too! And I totally get what you mean with parents being divorced. Both mine has been divorced since I was about eight years old. My dad left my mom though. Seeing as I was a daddy boy I kind of blamed everything on mom, of course I really regret that now 'cause I've grown up, or rather further from my dad ever since he found a new woman. God I can't stand her. The first couple of years were not fun when it came to the divorce, they always ranted each others flaws too me so I was stuck in the middle, it died down when both of them understood the more they did, the more I was hostile.

Anyway! I'm gonna stop myself there xD

I do to hope that your mother does find a job, mom has had a pretty hard life seeing as she dropped out of school when she got me and started it over when I was old enough to take care of my two sisters. So yeah, she's doing great now, got another kid found a man, living with him. I'm not liking his two other children but that's just me hehe. But what I'm saying is that when it comes rough all you really should do is tell her that you love her and you can take care of things home to help her out. I think that'll make her really happy (: I would xD


And you can not leave me for three weeks!!! D: That's a shame really hehe. I need to reply to our thread and start a new one! I'm so bad when it comes to human horse, my muse dies, >_< But yeah. Writing stories and reading usually helps me from a boring week. But riding is even better! I envy you! :3 But using your imagination really works when you're bored, helps me xD


Sunburns! They are the hell >_< I rarely get it but when I do, I'm stuck with it for some time And why aren't you inviting me to Aussie piff! I've known you more XD -jk- But only thing you can do about the sunburn is keep it cool and sooth it with some alo cream I guess. And those kinds of pimples are really annoying, I know >_<


No stressing it love, it's bad for everyone <3

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[Luke Peters]

edit: aaahhh Dale, I have no idea how I managed to skip over your post, but I did, so now I have to lengthen my reply to you! (:

Yes, that would major stink, having parents who never speak but still manage to remain living together. At the current moment, my father sleeps on the couch while my step-mom in the single bed in 'their' room. I know that they're not frigid towards each other, but there he is on the couch every night. It's because of his snoring, but that's a little strange, yeh?

I also think it's sad what work does to parents. I don't know about yours, but when my dad gets home, all he wants to do is sit in front of the television. It's sad that work can wear people down so much. My dad's a painter, has been for 33 years. It's crap work pretty much, and he hates it, but he's deadly afraid of change. He wants to find another job, but he never has the motivation. It's like our house -- we've been there since he was 9 years old, 9! That'll be 40 years in January. Crazy, huh?

That's what my step-mom says, about reversing roles with my mom and playing the mother. Now, tell me if I'm being selfish here, but I would want my daughter to do the same for me (not play the mom, but come to my aid). When I comfort her, it's not like I feel like, 'oh, I do not want to be doing this,' because, like established, I'm naturally caring. My step-mom hides her feelings away from everyone to protect, 'the kids,' but she's not fooling me. I'd rather just give her a hug and tell her it's going to be alright than know she's suffering but turn a blind eye.

Yes, talking is the best way to deal with your problems! There is no better alternative than sitting down with someone, (or typing your problems on a forum board( and spilling your issues. Don't feel like you're twisting it to yourself at all! I'm happy to hear your stories and empathize with you. I actually feel like I am neglecting things that you say, only to re-route the conversation back to myself. I am very sorry if you feel this way also.

I am also an animal person, which is why I find such solace in horses. Although I do not own one, sadly, going out to the barn yesterday reminded me of how content I am there, just being with them. My cat makes me feel the same way, although on a smaller level. I find it very pleasant when she sleeps curled up next to me. I am sad that I have to leave her behind for three weeks when I go off to my dad's. There are some benefits of a split household, that is not one of them.

I strongly doubt that I will ever sour. I think that it is in my blood to be a compassionate person, and no amount of family trauma could ever take that from me.

That is very annoying, 'the game.' I hope that I am not doing that either, for I really don't mean to. Around where I was raised, everything is a game: who has the bigger house, who's life is better, and unfortunately, who has the bigger problems. I guess if I do try and one-up you, I am doing it out of bad habit, not because I'm actually trying to put you down. Your problems, as well as everyone else's, are just as important, like you said.

About the kids, yes, I hear where you're coming from. I'm sure my kids will not have the same issues I have, for I am not intending on becoming a clone of my mother, and I'm not planning on marrying a clone of my father, either. Still, everyone has issues. Hopefully my kids will turn out as well as they possibly can. Despite this whole rant, I think that I turned out pretty well, so even though I think I just contradicted myself, I'm sure my kids will be alright.

I do have a dA account, although it's in bad need of an update. I added a few new things, but mostly what's on there now is old stuff and just experiments from my new camera (I was -- still am! -- fascinated by the resolution of my photos!) But I'll still cough up the link.
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Thank you for that, about my writing! I try really hard, I do, and I'm mostly pleased with my work. Speaking of writing, you're also very good! Even though we haven't posted IC, just these musings are very well written! I don't know if you ever suffer from this, but occasionally I'll look back on something I've written in the past, and be disgusted by the quality. I'm very hard on myself, I fear.
I've been writing for quite some time, probably role playing since I was nine or something, but I used to tell myself stories much before then. Sometimes I'll get little sparks of muse, and just tell this story, usually from somewhere in the middle. I never write them down though, for I feel my hands cannot keep up with my mind's rapid pace.
Do you have a dA? If so, please share! I'd also love to see some of your art. ^^

That's a great combo, if you ask me! I'm not big on math really, but I'll probably end up doing something similar. I really, really want to go to London for college, so if that means I have to study weird things, then so be it!
I've always been into music too, although I've never learned anything, despite my want to. I want to learn how to play guitar, but my father, who just happens to play, will not teach me! He's a pretty bad teacher anyway, have to say, no patience what so ever.
That's cool though, the harmonica! I can't play anything on that thing, so I'm a little jealous!

When writing, I like 3rd person, although sometimes 1st just works for me. I can do 3rd with Luke, but for some odd reason, all my Giselle muse comes to me in 1st. I just like to write, so it doesn't matter what style, right?

Like I mentioned before, my weapon of choice is my mind. I can compose much better there than on any paper, virtual or 3D. If typing can't keep up with my mind, pencils definitely cannot. Also, if I make a mistake, it's so aggravating to have to erase a whole line of work to fix it! My pecking order would have to be brain >
computer > paper.

I love reading too. I love finding books that I can't put down. I don't really have a favorite author though, which is quite depressing. I'm sure to find someone though! I think my favorite book to date has to be The Other Boleyn Girl. It's one of those books that I can read over and over, and still love. I get so happy when I'm only 200 pages in, thinking to myself, "Yay, I have like, 400 pages left!" I am extremely sympathetic towards Anne, even though she was a first-class bitch. There goes me, caring again. I'm not really a history kinda gal, but the reign of Henry 8 really interests me, mostly about Anne. Her, and Marie Antoinette. Hm, maybe I have a thing for people who get their heads chopped off?


The little blip about Buttons made me laugh. The pony I rode was called Stormy, (quite fitting for a little terror, don't you think?) and I saw her yesterday. She's friendly enough, but don't let her cute little figure lead you down the path to thinking that her gaits are as smooth as her tail.


Since I haven't been out to the barn in a while, I don't have any pictures of horses. I am determined to go sometime this week though, and when I do, I will attempt to take as many snapshots as I can, especially of my favorite, who I will show to you.
It's not exactly the kind of place here where one can go around taking pictures of neighbor's horses... probably because our neighbors don't own horses. It's very suburban around here, and the farm which I go to is quite the shock since it's in the middle of a very suburban area. Just down the street from a main drag, actually, you'd never guess it was there!
If you want to know more about the barn or whatever, I'll leave my blog link: here Feel free to read or not to read, you won't hurt my feelings. It's just random stuff anywhoo.

Your story was amazing. I wish my freezer had a story like that! But seriously, that should be published somewhere, I laughed very much.
I'd write more, but my mom is nagging me to catch a flick with her!








It's alright, I understand. I'm frightened to how inactive I'll become come tomorrow. Uhhfdg.

It sounds like we're in a similar situation, or at least, some parts are. My parents divorced when I was around, eight or nine too, although it really didn't affect me. I'm still not sure why I wasn't hurt, and I actually don't mind it so much now. I'm a selfish person, and so I like to hog people, my mom included. I'd rather spend all my time with my mom than have to share her with my dad, as crazy as that sounds. And anyways, he's remarried too now. I guess I like her, although my little brother has some serious issues, and is constantly the apple of her eye. I don't compete against him for attention, because I know in the long-run I'll turn out better, but it gets annoying when everything is made about him. Still, he, as well as my friends, are a whole 'nother story, which I will not get into right now.
But I know how it is about hostile parents, constantly bickering leaving you in the middle. For the most part on my half, the fighting is about money, but like I said before, I've told them both to leave me out of it.

That's a great success story for your mom! Mine is doing alright now, and since she believes in positive thinking, I try to keep her on that track, or better yet, draw her mind away from it as much as possible. Like yesterday, I took her out to breakfast and that was nice. We're just trying to keep a positive attitude!

I know, I'm upset too. ): Believe me, I would give anything to stay, but like I said, I'll try to get on as much as possible, if only just to spam the cbox or reply to those 'fun and games' threads. Yes, we do need to make a new post! And don't have your muse die, who with Luke rp with? D: What can I do to increase your will to reply?
Oh yeah, I use my imagination a lot. It's just, when I'm at my dad's, I feel obligated to play with my little brother, and I feel selfish to be on my computer. When I come to my mom's to visit though, I'll be on a lot. And hey, hopefully when I come back I'll have stories of the family/horse variety? I'll find stuff to do, and I'll try not to leave everyone hangin', promise. (:

My burn is gone, thank god, although now I'm afraid to go into the sun without looking like the white ghost. I don't want to loose my tan, but I may just have to. ):
I'm no longer stressed, all this great advice/stories/ranting is really helping, thanks. (:

[Dale McCall]

I’m surprised that you skipped the post too, there are about 1978 word’s in there haha

I’m glad that you don’t think that you’ll ever loose your empathy. You seem like a very strong-willed and level-headed person, and I have allot of time and respect for people who possess that quality. Especially people in our age group - that’s very, very rare to come by.

You are definitely not playing the game; in fact, you have really, helped me put thing’s into perspective these past few days. I hope that my little scribble’s of advice have helped you out a little too.

I do have a dA account too; if you haven’t guessed already, I’m MuleVariations (the one who left three comments in a row). I loved your little ice cream man. He seems to get himself into allot of trouble, doesn’t he? (flying through the sky for example). That made me laugh so much

Thank you very much, about my writing. I have replied to an IC post that Janelle started but she hasn’t replied yet. This was a few days ago. I’m thinking if she doesn’t post in another day or so I may delete my reply and set sail off to hijack another thread. I really do like my Dale character very much, so I hope I can post with him soon.

When I write a story, or post something in OOC or IC, and re-read it the next day or so I often find myself wondering what on Earth I was thinking posting it in the first place. Even now, with posts I may go back, re-read it and then change a paragraph or two. Typing a little OCC at the bottom screaming “Don’t reply! It isn’t perfect yet!” I can pretty much, guarentee that you will see a "last edit" message at the bottom of this page when you read this; I know this, because I am editing the post so it say's just that.

I’m appalled with my above paragraphs quality right now.

Most of my own stories are just the scribbling’s of a retard, so I don’t fret about it too much. (You’ve read my penguin and wombat scenario’s, so I’m sure you have worked that out for yourself) I like to call them my little novelettes. I’m pretty new-school. You’re right about writing too. It doesn’t matter what sort of style you write in, just as long as you derive joy from it.

I do draw quite a bit more than I write, mostly because I feel that the best way to express yourself is through drawings. Also, because as you said before, I feel as if my hands cannot keep up with my mind’s rapid pace. My favorite tools are my delightful pack of pencils, and I have recently rekindled my love for oil pastels and crayon's.

I have a fairly idiosyncratic taste. I see weirdness in the guise of a small child telling an adult a story. My weirdness has a friendly face. One of my goals is I want to reintroduce a sense of magic, of the fantastic into society.

You want to go to London for college? That would be a fantastic idea! What do you mean, study weird things, though? I’ve always wanted to travel to the UK; Most people think that I’m absolutely bonkers for saying this, but I love their accents.

I’ve never been good at math; which is why I’m studying at college this year. I’m striving towards a C at the very least, but so far, I’m getting a D this semester. I probably brought it on myself though. I’m a pretty faithful procrastinator. Right now, I’m avoiding a fitness assignment that’s due to be handed in next Tuesday. I keep reminding myself that I have another week to do it. All I need to do is type up a conclusion, which should only be two or three paragraphs at the very least.

That does sound pretty lazy; your dad not teaching you to play the guitar, I mean. You should drag him off the couch and make him do it! I’ve always admired people who can pick up and play a guitar. I can never get the string’s right (I’m left handed so feels a little awkward). I can’t play the harmonica very well haha and it’s only the one song, ‘Oh Susanna’ anyway, so I wouldn’t say it was that’s the greatest achievement. I’m just fond of the sound that come’s out of it.

I’ll have to look out for that The Other Boleyn Girl, book. What sort of audience is it addressed at? I’ll read almost anything. I love reading biography’s though I am very fussy in regard to who I read about. I thoroughly enjoyed “Lionheart”, which is a story about Jesse Martin (the youngest person to sail solo around the world), and I liked reading “Big Mouth” about Billy Connolly. One of my absolute favorites, of all time would have to be “Soldier Boy” the story of Jim Martin, who was the youngest ANZAC.

I’d love to see more of your photography it is really very, VERY good. I loved that photo on your dA of the magenta flower (I can’t for the life of me remember what the real name for it is.) I have some growing in the garden so I should know this dag nabbit!

I did read your blog on the memoirs from johnson’s folly this morning, and I have to say I felt like I was reading a published book; it is really well typed up! I was captured. I definitely believe that you should pursue this writing course in college, when you go. You’ll do great! Little Fina is absolutely adorable and your right, she does look like a miniature version of her mum. I’ll definitely have to read more a little later too It’s nearly dinner over here, at the moment and my stomach keeps growling up at me. I’m starting to think if I don’t put food in it soon it may start eating itself!

[Luke Peters]

Yes, it's a feat how these things happen sometimes.

Well, first of all, thank you! I don't know how level-headed I am, but I appreciate it that you think so. You seem very well-rounded yourself. (: You're right though, it is very hard to meet people who have these characteristics in our age group. Everyone around here is so shallow, it amazes me.

Well, that's a relief that I wasn't playing 'the game!' I'm glad that my little blips of wisdom have been helping you out! Your advice has certainly been helping me! Really, we should set you up with a Dear Abby column, I wasn't lying.

About my photos, thank you! If I can inspire a reaction in anyone, no less one as positive as yours, then I think I'm on the right track! Yes, the little ice cream man, I found him at the park, as well as the one-armed lady. Reject toys that just happened to make great subjects! I actually do still have the man lying around somewhere...
I checked out your dA too, and I really enjoyed it! Especially the toast picture, and the sculpture of Sid. The crocodile is really great too.
I've never seen a crocodile, but plenty of alligators. I actually had a near-death experience with one, believe it or not!

Well, you know, you could always post with Giselle or Luke, they're always looking for new friends. (; I actually have a open post in the stables with Giselle, for future reference, maybe?
From what I've seen of him, I like your Dale character too! It's always nice to have a character who is well-developed, and you never question playing. Dale seems very dynamic.

The quality of the above paragraphs is more than good, so don't be appalled! Most of the time when writing, I don't even read through it until a few days pass, for I am so scared to see how horrible it is. Most of the time, of course, It's not really half-bad, but I still feel myself wanting to re-arrange the whole thing. I suppose I should take after you and change it around, huh? I will do that occasionally, for sometimes I leave out key ideas. See, they go on in my mind while I'm typing, but sometimes they don't make it on the page. I may end up with a complete post/story, and realize that I have left out a main idea somewhere. For instance, I may say, "Oh, but you already know that _____ has ______." And then realize, hey, wait a minute, no they don't, because I never elaborated!
Thankfully, this doesn't happen too much in my posts.

But I loved your penguin/wombat story! I think It was very well-written for only being a small bit of fiction (or, non-fiction.) You could definitely write children's books! The story actually sounded like something I'd dream up to my friends at 12:30 at night, when we talk over the phone or at sleepovers. Most of the time we just ramble to each other about the most random of things, but It gives us a good laugh. The penguin/wombat story gave me a good laugh, that's for sure.

It's great that you love to draw, and that it gives you such pleasure. Both my parents are artists, (my mom went to the Art Institute of Chicago for Christ sakes!) but I could never really get into it. The only thing I can draw/like to draw are horses and random little designs. Since I don't have a scanner though, I haven't put anything up on my dA account.

Yes, London. I visited last summer and fell in love with it. I just really enjoy the idea of great public transportation. We don't have that here, It's really car or bust, so the Tube would be nice for a change. I also love that freedom to be able to say, "bye mom, gonna go walk around the city with my friends today!" It would just be really enjoyable for me. Plus, the weather's really great too, I can't stand the heat, and London offers a relief from it, even in the summer months.
And yeah, the accents are pretty divine. Sometimes me and my friends will fake them, but it gets tiring after a while. Do you have an accent? I'm pretty sure that I am accent-less completely!

I'm sorry to hear about math! Last year I pulled myself up to a C, but Geometry really wasn't my forte. I think I'm much better in Algebra, so hopefully I'll do better next year. What kind of math do you take? The thing about math is that there's only ever one answer, but if you can't figure it out, you're screwed. I like writing much better for this reason, because you can kind of wing it when you're not sure.

I should force my dad to teach me, but like I said, he's a really really bad teacher. I went to work with him, hoping to help him out, and he'd just kind of throw instructions at me like I'd done this before. Now, he's been painting for a while, but still, give me a break, right? I think guitar would be the same way, although one day when I'm feeling very motivated I'll make him teach me.
The only thing I can play on the keyboard is 'My heart will go on,' from Titanic? And only just parts. I don't think I'm naturally inclined to play music, although I do love to listen to it.

'The Other Boleyn Girl' is historical fiction, for sure. I don't know if you've ever heard about Anne Boleyn, but she was one of the six wives of Henry the 8, who met her demise by having her head chopped off. Aren't you glad we have divorce now? But anyways, the book is about her and her family, their ambitions, their relationships, etc. It sounds pretty boring, but I found it an extremely enjoyable read.
I don't read biographies much, I'm more of a fiction kinda gal. I did read something about Stephen King though, which was quite interesting. My dad reads all about the US presidents and stuff, which I personally think is a total snooze fest. Oh well, all to their own I guess.

Thank you! I'll try to post as much photography as I can. You too, make more drawings and post those, I'd love to see more of your work. The flower is a Hong Kong Orchid. There is a tree in my front yard actually, and you say you have them too? Cool. They're pretty, but they tend to fall on the car and get it all dirty. Still, I like them.
I entered that photo into a contest at school, but it didn't win anything. The judges are pretty biased anyway, they look more for the standards than for creativity. I don't really care about good line or composition, as long as it looks good.

Thank you so much for the input! That really made my day. That was the longest post, but the one that I feel is the least well-written. I appreciate you telling me otherwise! Blogging is a great way to keep people up to date, as well as yourself. You should start, I think It's rather fun to write about your every day adventures.
Speaking of Fina, I promise that I'll put pictures on dA of the horses when I go out there. I was thinking Friday, so it should be pretty soon that they're up.

I feel the same way for food, only on the opposite end of things. I'm starving for breakfast. My mom had a nasty experience with the blender this morning, so I didn't get my smoothie. I'll just eat one of those famous muffins we discussed before, and be done with it.

[Dale McCall]

I’m very pleased to hear that my advice has been helping you Thank you, for listening to a few of my dilemma’s as well, I really do appreciate that. So, what is this Dear Abby column all about? What does it entail? I am a little interested.

You are definitely on the right track with your photography, and your writing too. You are a very, very talented writer. I loved reading your post in the stalls, and your Giselle character is quite engaging. It’s a bit of a shame the application form doesn’t really have a section where you can really elaborate on the history of the characters. I like that you snuck Giselle’s history in her application, though.

I love finding reject toy’s. I’ve found quite a few in opp shops (thrift stores). I remember finding a little teddy bear inside a toy box a few years ago while I was rummaging through it. The poor little thing only had one leg. I took pity on the little fellow and bought him for 20c. He resides on my bedside table now, living quite happily beside my lamp.

I find enjoyment out drawing peculiar things (like my toast couple enjoying the sunset). I remember once, Piffle was complaining about the fact that her laptop wasn’t working properly, and that she wanted to throw it off of a cliff. So, my mind-tank went to work and I decided to draw just that It might be on my dA account, though I can’t be sure.

You had a near-death experience with an alligator? Wow, I’d love to hear about that!

My parent’s are often telling me that I could do really well writing and illustrating my own books, but I’m pretty resolute on the fact that I like to keep my writing just for fun; I’m an artistic perfectionist after all. Though I do like writing my little novelettes, I’m happy scribbling them down on the back of my math text book or at the bottom of word documents where my math assignments should be

I’m often doing the same thing with Piffle, when it come’s to making up stories with her on the phone. Just the other day I was trying to convince her that I was telepathically transferring my thoughts through the phone and into her phone, where they would then enter her brain via her ear canal and then be transferred through her vocal cords so that she would be saying exactly what I wanted her to say. Every time she would deny this claim I would say, “Ha! See? I just told you to say that.”

I’d love to visit London, and your description of it has made me want to jump on a plane and go even more. I wouldn’t have a clue how to understand the currency though. What do they have? They have, pounds, shillings, pence, euro’s... ? I’ve heard people say it rain’s a fair bit over there; which I would love. As I said before, I love cooler seasons. I spent nearly a year living in Tasmania once and I absolutely loved it. So many fond memories there. After I graduate college, I want to get a job in ATM (traffic control) or something, and save up as much cash as I possibly can before I plan a trip back to Tasmania. I have family there, so I’ll have a home wherever I go, there. After that I would love to plan a trip to the UK, and get myself a working visa, perhaps. We’ll see how it all works out.

I love to mimic the accents (though whether I am good at it, or not is debatable) Everyone has an accent! Most people only think that they don’t because they are so used to hearing themselves speak the way they do (if that make’s any sense). All accents are results from how, where, and when you learned the language you are speaking and it gave impressions about you to other people. People do not have a single fixed accent which is determined by their experiences.
I have an Australian accent; so I speak a little like Paul Hogan or Bill Hunter I suppose

I’m not too worried about my grades. I only repeated this year to see whether or not I could improve my C grade from last year. Evidently I can’t, it’s gotten worse! I’m learning year twelve ‘Mathematics in Practice’, I think that the subject name’s are a little different here, but it’s all the same in the end. I’ve never been good at math, I have a much more creative mind. I mean, why limit your imagination, right? It doesn’t seem right at all that those judges in the art competition you mentioned were looking more at standard rather than creativity. Isn’t that what art is meant to be all about?

What sort of music do you listen to?

A Hong Kong Orchid? That does sound about right, I think. I really know very little about plants, though I was fairly into growing my own herbs (rosemary, sage, etc.) and attempting to make tea out of them, a few years ago.

I have thought about (and tried) creating my own blog, but I’m not sure if I’d keep on writing in it on a regular basis. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to writing in third-person, I’m really not too sure. But you are right, I really ought to try.

I would love to see more photo’s of Fina, and the other horses, too. Foal’s are so adorable

What happened with the blender? Mmm muffin’s.

[Luke Peters]

Yes, we should share stories/problems more often! (:
Dear Abby is a column in the newspaper or online where people write in their problems, and Dear Abby answers them. For you, it wouldn't be Dear Abby of course, probably something like Dear Dale. haha. But it's a cute idea, and I think you would do great at giving advice.

Why thank you! I really appreciate that, and also that you find Giselle so interesting. It's always nice to have a character who's well thought out, it makes them so much easier to really get into. I love Dale too, he's really interesting, and I can tell you thought a lot about him. Plus, you're an excellent poster as well, and I also look forward to reading your posts. (:

That's really cute. I like finding stuffed animals which have been rejected, because I pity them. Yes, it sounds silly, but I feel bad for the poor things. "Aw, why aren't you wanted? You're just missing an eye!" Often times if I see one who looks particularly sorry, I'll pick him up and run him through the wash at home. There, good as new! Except for the missing leg/fur/ear, but oh well! I have way too many animals, mostly without love-threatening conditions, but I know that sooner or later I'll have to choose ones to give away or sell. Never my beanie baby kittens though, they're just too cute!

I loved loved loved the toast. I don't think I saw the other one on your dA, but really, the toast made my day. I will forever think of it when I am eating toast. Actually, now I'll probably stop doing so, because I know that one of these days I'm going to be just about to bite into a slice, when I'll think, "what if this toast has a sweetheart back in the loaf? What have I done!?"

I do the same games on the phone all the time! I probably don't need to though, because I swear, my friends and I are telepathic sometimes. Occasionally I'll say something, and my friend will respond, "I WAS JUST GOING TO SAY THAT!" I know she's not lying, because when we reverse roles, sometimes I find myself in the same position. Once me and my friend were sitting in her room when I randomly said, "I'm thinking of a color. Say it at the same time, on three."
On three, we both responded purple. I'm not sure what this means, but It's pretty cool.

Yes, London was amazing. I had so much fun hurdling myself down the double-decker buses. Gravity really catches you, so if you're on the stairs when the bus stops/starts, you could seriously injure yourself. It's a riot though, and I highly recommend trying it if you ever when you go there. Also, sit in the very first seat on top, it is really an experience since the drivers are so manic.
They have pounds, which is equivalent to about two American dollars. I don't know how your currency compares with ours though, so I can't update you on that. I do know that everything is twice as expensive for us though, when we go.
Tasmania, huh? That's really neat. I've lived in sticky old hot Florida forever, which is really no fun. I'd love to move somewhere exotic like that (well, exotic for me, I don't know about you.) But that's really awesome. You're lucky that you have family there as well, because that's nice. The farthest place one of my family members lives is Alaska.

I totally get where you're coming from about the novels. I like doing stuff like that too, but I'm afraid that if I put so much effort into something, I'd be disappointed if it didn't turn out the way I hoped it would. I like writing for fun, I don't want it to become an unpleasant chore.

Oh, the alligator story. (x
Okay, so maybe a little over a year ago, me and my mom went over to the Everglades, which if you don't know, is essentially a really big swamp. Apparently it used to cover Florida completely, but of course, white settlers pretty much just ruined it when they came (they like to do that, ruin stuff.) Now it's only in little sections, which is really fine by me, since it's not exactly the prettiest place, and I don't really want an alligator in my pool. I know that sounds shallow, but as I'll explain, having a 'gator around you isn't really the most pleasant experience. But anyway, there is this place there where you can walk around. There are grassy banks, maybe like, 15 feet across, (I think 180 in? We're not on metric! D:) and people can stroll about, observing the Everglade's wildlife. The paths divide the area into rectangles of water, almost like a grid, with the lines representing the path and the squares the water. Mostly there are just birds and turtles, but you'll sometimes see alligators. So we're walking, and the path goes out pretty far. Normally people don't walk out as far as we were, but hey, we're adventures, and if we're going to drive 20 minutes to go walk on some path, we're going to get our time's worth! (That was slightly sarcastic, ( So anyways, we're walking along, very far out, and all of a sudden, my mom stops me. Like, I kid you not, maybe 6 feet away from us, is this massive alligator. Now, for the most part, they don't come on to the walking path, but really, there's nothing preventing them. After all, we're in their territory, so there are no fences or little signs telling the gators not to do what this one had. But he was up on the bank, and we were really scared. Gators can run very fast, and if this one decided that he wanted to chase us, we were going down. Thankfully, we managed to walk away without incident, but it was a close one.
Okay, a pretty anti-climactic story, I admit, but it really was scary.

I'd love a cool accent like British or Australian. Unfortunately, I'm stuck with a rather boring thing. I guess I talk like most American stars, as long as their not from the Mid-west or the South. It's funny, you would consider Florida a southern state I suppose, but unless you live in northern Florida, you don't really have a drawl. I do not live in northern, making me boring accent girl.

Hm, never heard of 'Mathematics in Practice,' but I'm sure that it's the same kind of curriculum. My one friend is such genius, next year as a Junior in high school, she'll be enrolled in College Algebra. Insane, huh? And yes, creativity is key. My hands say I'm more left-brained, but I think I am pretty much equal. Do you know the brain hand trick? When you knit your fingers together, which thumb covers which? One should feel rather uncomfortable, but in your initial test, just check which one feels better.

Music wise, like, everything. All except country, can't stand it, frankly. I like a lot of old artists, especially the Beatles, which I know is very cliche, but hey, they're good! I also really love Lily Allen, -- who just happens to share my first name -- The Submarines, and Jack's Mannequin. Really though, anything that makes me want to dance, I instantly love.
What do you like?

That's really neat, the tea thing. A few years ago we grew fruits and veggies, and they turned out well. It's always nice to eat your own food, it makes you feel so proud!

And yes, try your hand at blogs again! Maybe create a character who gives you good 1st person muse? That was Giselle with me, it just seemed to fit better with her, and now I can't imagine switching her back to 3rd person.

Well, Fina is no longer a foal, more of a filly now really. She's quite big, but still fairly small for a hanoverian. I'll be sure to take lotsa pictures though.
The blender? Oh, well my mother was making me a smoothie -- I know, I'm rather spoiled -- and all of a sudden I hear this stream of profanities coming from the kitchen. So naturally I run out to see smoothie EXPLOSION all over the kitchen floor, and my mother's like, broken down, into fits of 'f*ck' and 'what did I do to deserve this?'
Yeah, so I ate a muffin instead.

[Dale McCall]

So, Dear Abby is a website? I wouldn’t mind taking a little a look sometime

Thank you for saying I’m an excellent poster, that made me smile. I felt like I fussed over my last post too, which was why I delayed my reply (that, and the fact I was spending some time with Piffle yesterday). I just wanted to make sure I could still keep my replies interesting.

I hope I didn’t put you off eating toast forever haha, but if it make’s you feel a little better, you could always make sure that you take two slices of bread from the loaf every time. That way, you know that they are being eaten alive, together, and not separately.

That is pretty neat, about your connection with your friend. Sounds a little like you have some telepathic connection, if you believe in such things. Close friends may often find that they are able to adapt to each others way of thinking.

I’ll have to keep that in mind, to sit on the very first seat at the top of a double-decker bus if when I go to London, one day. I’ll probably be the crazy looking woman with her arm’s up in the air as the bus turns corners going, “woooo, faster!”

I really do not understand the currency system though. I have looked at a few website’s, and I think I have a basic grasp. I found a currency converter site that converts Brittish pound’s to Australian dollars. Said that one Brittish pound is approximately $2.05 in Australian dollars. So I’m guessing that their money is half of the Australian dollar...or...something. Bah, I despise math.

Alaska eh? See that, for me, is pretty exotic. I’d probably feel that Florida would be a very... well maybe not exotic, but definitely extrinsic. Which places do you consider exotic?

My jaw dropped when I read that alligator story. That must have been terrifying! You were both extremely lucky that it didn’t run at either of you. I’ve never seen an alligator (apart from one at the zoo, and that was pocket-size compared to the alligators that I’ve seen on the telly). (S)he must have had a very big breakfast that morning. Was it a cold day? I heard that colder weather make’s alligators and crocodile’s behave more slothful.

I’ve never been able to mimic the American accent very well, though I’m okay at the southern drawl. I have an American friend from Georgia, and I often try and imitate her voice. I giggle if I see an American actor trying to mimic an Australian accent. Usually it sound’s as if they are over-doing it.
Brain hand trick? I just tried it and my right thumb naturally covered my left thumb. I’m left handed, if that has anything to do with it. You’ll have to explain the trick a little better haha

Music-wise, I’ll have to agree with you when it come’s to country - I just can’t get into it. I can’t stand Miley Cyrus. I’ll listen to almost anything except for country, techno, rave, rnb, and most hip-hop. I am actually allergic to Beyonce, and the Black Eyed Pea’s.

If I listed all of my favorite bands, we’d be here forever, but the main groups that I’ve been listening to lately are Lily Allen, The Killers, Wombats, Garry Newman, ABBA, Bloodhound Gang, ACDC, Queen, Spencer Davis Group, Hilltop Hoods, Marilyn Manson, Johnny Cash, Tom Waits, Mint Royale (Blue Song), Pogues, Rusted Root (Send me on my way), Dave Dobbyn, Swingers, Muse... See? What did I tell you

Of course it varies from mood to mood. But I love music that will make me want to get active and dance. I couldn’t stop dancing to Blue Song by Mint Royale in the car the other day.

Smoothie explosion? Wow! Now I want to draw that! I recently replied in that “^ < v” thread that my blanket had come to life and started pelting me with marshmallows. I’ve been meaning to draw that too, now What was in the smoothie? A muffin would sound pretty good after that lol!