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If you're interested (for whatever odd reason) in keeping up with my NaNoWriMo shenanigans, here is my writing journal:
I don't get how my mom and sister can just sit and stare at the TV for hours. I like watching TV occasionally if I go in with the intention of watching something. But otherwise I just can't do it. I can't just sit and watch it because there isn't anything else to do.
Granted I am extremely lazy, but I need to have my mind doing SOMETHING, like focusing on a game (usually WoW) or reading something.
i'm such a loser :[

Writer's Block: Fantasy Sports

Imagine you manage a coven of baseball-playing vampires. The Cullen family is really strong this year and you want to bring in a ringer. Which currently active MLB baseball player do you sire?

Imagine you manage LiveJournal and don't post retarded questions as the Writer's Block subject.

Jul. 24th, 2009

Happy birthday, fayoreix2 :DDD
In case you miss it on Twitter, I made you this http://twitpic.com/bgfe7 :3

Writer's Block: Le Quatorze Juillet

Happy Bastille Day! Today the French celebrate the event that sparked the French revolution. In honor of our Francophone friends, what is your favorite French thing? Bonus points for answers en français.

J'aime le fromage.

Writer's Block: Childhood Firsts

What was your first word?

I believe it was "dada." My first sentence was "No, Ettie do it!" Ettie was what I called myself, cause seriously try getting a baby to say Stephanie. Apparently my mom was trying to zip up my coat or something but I wanted to do it myself.

But much more interesting is my sister's first word, "Cookie," and her first sentence, "I want cheese."

Jun. 22nd, 2009

As I was falling asleep last night, I dreamt I was in the passenger seat of a car. I'm not certain who was driving, because I never looked to my left. We were driving though the countryside of Pennsylvania- like the kind of scenery you see when taking 422 from Indiana to Niles.
And there was a man sitting on the side of the road. He had short-ish, dark hair, and a black leather jacket. His back was to the road, and he was sitting on the ground, cross-legged, with an acoustic guitar in his lap, like he was about to play, or had just finished playing. But he wasn't playing at this particular moment.
The odd thing was that when looking out the front windshield, he wasn't visible. It wasn't until the car I was in passed him that I could see him there.
And some how, I knew that he was after some thing, and I had to prevent him from getting to it. I don't know what the thing was, but it was being kept at a daycare center that was no longer in use. The front of the daycare looked kind of like an old west saloon type thing. But I could only seem to view the daycare from the right side of the building. The parking lot in the front of the building was asphalt, and it was cracked all over and grass and other plants were growing up through the cracks.
(Here's a drawing I did real quick of the daycare area from the angle I was able to view it from. )
I, and whoever was driving the car, knew that we had to destroy the daycare before the guitar guy got there, to keep him from getting the thing.
There was a slight sense of urgency about the whole thing, despite the fact that I was in a car and guitar guy wasn't even moving anywhere. But we still had to hurry to beat him to the daycare.

The entirety of the dream lasted about three or four seconds. Just enough time to be looking out the front windshield and see no one, and then to pass by the guitar guy
The parts about the daycare were more like memories, or things that I just knew. In the dream, I never was actually at the daycare or anything like that.


You know, maybe it's just a sort of passing thought, but I kind of think I know what I'd like to do with my comm media degree. I've specialized in graphics and (vaguely) web design, but I've also had video editing experience. I think I'd like to work in marketing of the viral variety. Advertising without flat out making ads or commercials. I think I'd be good at that.

At my internship, I've been scanning in old slides from like the early 60's. I've done about 160 of them so far, and some of them are really cool. I uploaded some of my favorites here: http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v24/stephiesama/slides/

Some of them are way bizarre. But this one is BY FAR the creepiest:

I honestly made a little "GUGH" noise when I saw that one show up in Photoshop when the scan was done.