Interesting and disturbing and more...

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Online Communities -- xkcd.com

Sometimes this is what I wonder about our world with simple online communications. Such an interesting way to put it.

In other news, Maeven has finally updated the next chapter and it seems that more action will be occuring. The story is only progressing and getting better and better. And hopefully, with more story stimulating ideas, I can also continue on my goal of having something posted on the internet to share with the reading community out there.

So Blah...

Maeven posted this picture on her blog awhile back and I couldn't help but to repost it to share with my friends.

In other news, I'm patiently awaiting the next few chapters of Through Me as the last two chapters were absolutely excellent. If only I could get to the point where writing came that naturally to me. I'm still in the middle of trying to decide where to stick my Writer's Block-- or tell it where to stick itself.

And while I'm at it, here's another little comic/pic-thingy that I like:


Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

My Crumbling Life... or Just Overdramatizing (if that's even a word)

OMG! Because of the elections there is no Heroes tonight! I'm a little devastated. Especially now that the series is getting into a good twist.

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Onto other news, well, there really is no other news except the usual.

My grandma's birthday was yesterday. We went out to eat, we went home to eat, and basically, I think I ate enough to feed myself for the next two months. When you're with grandma, there is no break between meals.

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Anyway, in other news, Maeven has updated chapter 23 of Through Me. No links this time because I'm lazy, but I have Maeven's Fictionpress link in the sidebar. Enjoy. I know I will.

Through Me X 2 and Paintball Battle Wounds

On Sunday my brothers, their friends, and I went to Frog Holler for a nice game of paint ball. Or rather... we were demolished by a bunch of cheating loud mouth kids. But that's not the point.

We had fun. It's been about five years since the last time I went paintballing, I think. The last time I went was, of course, with my three brothers and one of big brother's friends. The refs out there were rather nice and allowed us to play against each other instead of with strange people who like to shoot newbies because they know they can.

Sadly, I'm cursed with always being on the losing side. Or maybe I've just got the worst luck ever. Or maybe I just suck at paint ball.

The only other time I went paintballing was so, so long ago when I'd just started college and my big brother was engaged to some girl he'd met at a restaurant and had been dating for three months. Again, it was me, the brothers, and this time it was also a bunch of the little brother's crazy friends (I emphasize crazy, immensely). Also thrown into the bunch was big brother's fiancee's little sister who was a freshmen in high school at the time.

We played all day. I got tired. For the very last game, I sat out and watched as my little brother and his friend did a nice little kamikaze down the hill into enemy territory to steal the victory. My brother is crazy like that. He likes to rush the battle field instead of wait patiently in hopes that paintballs will zip by you without contact and the game will end without you having to do anything or move anywhere.

So I play cautious. No big deal. I'm just clumsy and would rather secure my best efforst in not getting hit and thrown out of the game rather than getting hit as soon as I set foot into the game. This means no senseless movements or rushing forward. I'm quite content staying in the back.

This time around at paintball, I tried to do something... The key term here is that I tried. It didn't really work out too well though and I stayed in the back and shot randomly at anyone who looked like they were about to get up.

Still, I had fun. And then the next day there was the aching pain of muscles rebelling. Also, the very first place I was actually hit on my body was my neck and my back. Big purple and ugle bruises. My coworkers are swearing up and down that I've been naughty and that the bruise on my neck is really a hickey.

Right, like in this lifetime I would actually be able to experience getting a hickey at all.

But anyway. Onto other news.

If I hadn't already mentioned it, Grandma has completely moved into her new house and will no longer have to return to her drabby, aging, ancient, bad neighborhood, bolt the doors down to keep people out house. We're all a little gratified that Grandma no longer has to be paranoid that some stupid street kid will decide to break in.

I'm moving along at snail's pace in my efforts to A)find a better job, and B) get into the Medical Technology program to ensure a good opportunity in the future. But I met with the Med Tech department head and she says that not only will I like the program, but I've also got the typical personality of a Medical Technologist. She also mentioned that I'm just like her in those respects. I feel a little more calm because I almost feel like I've already guaranteed myself a spot in the program.

Not a time to get my hopes up yet, but I'll look forward to it.


Finally, I've been stuck on other things for a while including watching the rest of Moonlight Resonance, doing my homework and working overtime. When I received my little author alert about Maeven's newest story updates, I kind of blew them off for a while. Then, not long after, I checked my email again yesterday and found yet another update. I'm quite ecstatic, and so I'm off to read the two newest chapters of Through Me 21 and 22. Soon we shall see what will occur between our favorite heroes and the little conflict that's been brought to light.

As for Moonlight Resonance, I may or may not comment on the series as a whole later on. But for now, I can mention that as much as I liked it and as much as I preferred it to its predecessor, I'm a little disappointed at the outcome and how things were played out. More on this later.

In Other News

Through Me chapter 19 has been posted now. This is just a tad bit of little news as the ending of this chapter made me want to see into the future to find out what would be happening next.

Have I mentioned that I really, really love this story. Maeven gives just the right amount of comedy, romance, and drama to make you want to keep reading and re-reading it. I absolutely adore the two main characters Adel and Tristan and wish I could have a nice visual of them. In my mind, I can only half-ass an absolutely hunky, good-looking, and charming young high school boy as the great Tristan Harland. But I can't do much else about the image.

Everytime Maeven updates another chapter it makes me want to go back to all of my unfinished writing and do something about them.

In fact, I have one newest creation which may or may not be completed soon because it'll be my very first long-short story that I care to write at all. It'll be a cheesy romance for the young teenage girls, but it'll be a first... hopefully. Cause I've really only written the first part and I need to quickly figure out how to go about the second half.

*sigh*

I feel like I'm about to strangle myself. I'm so pathetic.

So I've been thinking...

Hehe, that's an understatement... and at the same time quite some progress.

I check my email constantly, everyday and probably every hour for updates in everything I need to know. My career options, my friends' comments (like I really have any who'll write to me), and then some news updates from fansites... and then most importantly, the update of the next chapter for my current obsession of original writing, Through Me by Maeven.

The newest chapter has been updated finally and each time she updates, I leave her story feeling extremely content.

As a follow-up, after reading her update notes, I realize just how long of a road I have to go just to catch up to her. I like to write for myself, but not once have I been able to even establish the plot of my stories before I lost motivation or come to a stop where I'm unsure of where to continue on.

I have a very bad habit of following my train of thought and pounding out page after page of work until I come upon a part of my plot that just doesn't seem to fit. And so instead of working around what I've already written, I stubbornly go back and change something, which in turn somehow always changes everything. And so I have reread the whole ordeal to decide whether I really want to keep that change, find another place to change, or go with the new change and rewrite the whole fiasco.

I'm horrible.

I tried a new tactic to my writing a while back by outlining some important factors and going from there. But that hasn't seemed to work either as I realized that I've successfully confined myself to a set plot and when I don't have anything to write for a specific part of my outline, I'm stopped once again.

But what nonsense am I spouting right now?

I love to write, but when the idea comes around to writing and then sharing, I never think my material is good enough for others to see. So I purposefully go back and find flaws with my entire storyline and somehow convince myself that I need to rewrite the whole thing. It's a vicious cycle, because no matter what route I take, I end up going back and rewriting something. Or stopping completely.

I'm a little disappointed in myself. Somehow, I'd love to rewind back to my old fanfiction writing days where I seemed to be able to spit out chapter after chapter without regard to how people will really like it. But at least then, I was motivated to continue writing.

And now a stupid revelation: maybe I should just start posting the first few chapters I've managed to write of something. Because if I do that, I'll get some encouragement (or flames) from readers and decide from there if I want to continue the story at all. I did that when I wrote fanfiction, but my goal after I gave up on fanfiction was to at least write 50% of my story before even showing it to anyone. Because when 50% is written, I somehow believe I won't irrationally go back and change something on impulse that could change the whole story. The plot will be set in stone and I can't go back.
(Editing is option, of course.)

But anyway, now that my post has gone this far, I need to wonder what it is exactly that I'm trying to do. I feel like I just rambled a whole load of bull and that I need to step down for a while and recollect all of my thoughts.