1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song, even a youtube vid if you like
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.

( Fi asked me... )

I'm sick of dreams of people and things in my past.
I'm sick of having those awful dreams about color guard where the girls are catty and I have to learn the routine in a day. what the crap does it even matter at this point?
And during my much needed nap today I dreampt of ex-boyfriends trying to steal the job I'm working very hard to get.
All this proves to me is...
I'm 21. I'm happy. High school was hell and you can never take me back there.
I never want to go back.

so pictures from Matt and Kim back in...March?
( Onto the pictures )

I've made a journal. So no more of this mixed journal and writing stuff. This will now be exculsively writing related. Add me if you want, don't if you don't.

may17th

I'm in a very Arrested Development mood lately, and with news of the movie coming out I might have to bust out the DVDs again. Gob is just hilarious. I wish I had some of Buster. He might be my favorite. I don't know. It's hard to choose from the brilliant cast. Also, somewhere out there has to be a gif of the episode where they did the sad charlie brown walk. Someone had to have captured that moment of perfection. Sigh.

Now onto the real reason I posted. I went onto Matt and Kim's myspace and I found this picture:



I'm in that picture! Ha! I'm the one on the far right taking a picture of them. Maybe I should put those pictures on my computer and see if I have it from my point of view. Matt's so ridiculous. They're touring again in March, not coming to Ohio or even Indiana though. Or Kentucky. The closest they get is Chicago. No thanks. I hope they play the Grog Shop again though it was a ridiculous drive I don't think they've played a better show that I've been to. And we've seen them 5 times.

Also, here's a somewhat recent picture of me and Kyle on an unusually warm day in November I think. We went to a park in Clifton after hanging out at Melt (nummy) and going to Shake It (and then getting dissapointed there that Matt and Kim's album still hasn't come out). We saw this cool turtle lounging on a rock and had a big debate on whether or not it was real or not when it moved. Okay a bunch of stuff that you don't need to know. It was a good day. But we look so pale in the picture because we took it on his phone. It's his background on his phone. Also, I'm wearing the same shirt in both of the pictures. My hair is getting so long. Ick. Needs to be cut. But I don't trust anyone to do it. Sigh.

A small writing based on this picture from roguedemonhunte in her community causticammo. I know I know, these were my charries for Walking to Do but oh come on! Jamie/Ellen is like the best thing ever!



( Notes to start with )

( And now on to the actual story )

I had my first dream in/about Hebrew last night. This was probably brought on by the stress of doing all the extra work in Hebrew for nothing. Well, I can't say Dr. Fudge didn't warn us.

I NEED NOVEMBER!

For ease this time I decided to make a playlist for my companion CD to the novel I'm going to be writing as of the first which is titled Shifted



Not nearly as long or as epic as the book will be but, you know how it goes.

In light of recent events, I just want to say, I've never been more proud to attend CCU where brilliant minds like Luke Davidson and Matt McGuire reside. Thank you boys for existing. Okay you want to know what this is all about? These two boys made a rap video that got recognition on all of the local news channels because it's "controversial" even though...well it's not in the least bit. It's hilarious and it does not demean the area that the school is in. Everyone knows that price hill is the ghetto. Everyone knows that this school is ghetto with the exception of the new Worship/Ministry building. I will be the first in line to tell you that this dorm that I live in is so ghetto that a state school would probably loose it's funding if it ran in such a way. So...after my mini-rant that probably lost some of you all, I thought I'd show you what the fuss is all about. (for no reason!)



Long live "Juicebox" and Luke D.

oh my gosh
november starts in two days
in a semi related topic
i just decided i'm writing in first person instead of third
(and no i would never ever write in second person for an entire novel, do i look like a choose your own adventure type of person? heck no!)

I was standing in the middle of a meadow watching a duck fly by when a mess of colors enveloped me. I looked around trying to figure out what was going on when the blurry colors became shapes, and then ninjas. There were six ninjas in all, a green ninja, a purple ninja, a red ninja, a blue ninja, an orange ninja and a yellow ninja were circling around me. The green one whispered to the purple one, the purple one whispered to the red one, who in turn, whispered to the blue ninja. I figured that the blue ninja would whisper to the orange ninja, but, instead, the blue ninja shoved the orange ninja, then the yellow ninja. The green ninja looked at the orange and yellow ninja and lowered the covering on it’s mouth. “We hereby declare that the orange and yellow ninjas are no longer rainbow ninjas,” the green ninja declared.
“But why?” the orange ninja questioned.
“We decided that we want to be exclusive, and in order to do that, we need to kick you two out,” the green one said and looked back at the purple, red, and blue ninjas.
“Why us and not them?” the yellow ninja said.
“Like I’d be your friend outside of this,” the green ninja said and laughed.
“Fine,” the orange ninja said and shoved the yellow ninja. “Let’s go.”
“Wait,” the green ninja said. “We will need those head coverings before you leave.” Reluctantly the orange and yellow ninjas took off their head coverings and handed them to the green ninja, the yellow ninja was a young man of eighteen and the orange ninja appeared to be much younger, around ten. I looked at the other ninjas and realized they were girls. For some reason, I reached out to touch the yellow ninja…
Millie shook me with all of her might, “Peta if you don’t get up now…I’ll…I’ll do something!”
My eyes snapped open, “What?” I said impatiently.
“It’s like noon,” Millie said smiling at me.
“It’s also like a Saturday,” I said and threw my blanket over my head.
Millie pulled the blanket off of me, “Oh come on, just get up.”
“I don’t get you,” I said and rolled my eyes. “Through the week you don’t get up until I come over after school and now you get me up at noon. You are such…a…a…poo head!”
Millie shoved me, “You’re getting up…you’re already half awake, your lovely comebacks are starting to make their way out of your mouth.”
I rolled my eyes, “No, more sleepy for me.”
Millie shoved me again, “No you don’t get anymore sleep.” I glared at her, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I stumbled off of the bed and onto the floor. “Look you’re already standing there’s no point in going back to sleep.”
“Fine whatever,” I said and punched her in the shoulder.
“Yeah that’s right,” she said and smiled at me. She did a little victory dance and waved her arms around. I threw a pillow at her. “I still win,” she said and smiled at me again.
I opened my mouth to say that she sucked, but I stopped. I knew otherwise. I looked at her and smiled. Millie was my best friend. We had lived beside each other since I could remember. Her parents were my second parents and my parents were her second parents. We played together on summer days and made cookies together at Christmas time when we were little. As we grew, our friendship remained the same, we still play on summer days and make cookies together at Christmas time. Millie and I were pretty much inseparable, well except for the fact that she was home schooled and I went to public school, but other than that we were at each other’s houses constantly. We each had our own rooms at the other’s house, well it was a computer room with a guest bed, but we had long since claimed it for ourselves. Our parents didn’t mind though, they were happy that we had found such good friends in each other. I was happy to have found a friend like Millie. She was random, but usually happy. She loves her friends and is protective of them. She was the “big sister” of our group, though most of the time it was just me and her hanging out. But even then she was still very protective. I didn’t mind though, she was a great person. She stared at me for a minute and tugged at her hair, I could tell she was concerned about me. “Don’t tug your hair,” I said and swatted at her hand. “You’re lucky it’s so wonderful.”
She rolled her eyes and tucked a strand behind her ears. “Yeah right.” She looked at me for a second then took a piece of her hair and examined it. It was a brilliant shade of blackish brown and shone brightly in the light. Her eyes squinted into half moons, deep in concentration. Her eyes were two shades lighter than her hair, a deep brown. I smiled at her as she looked back up at me. “It’s just okay…”
“Want me to cut it?” I said jokingly.
“Why not?” She said.
I looked at her oddly. “Are you sure?”
She smiled, “Yes I am.”
I smiled at her, “Alright, but you have to do something to mine.”
“Deal,” she said and smiled, her eyes seemed to sparkle.
We spent the afternoon deciding what to do with our hair and then doing it. Millie decided to have half bangs and she took about six inches off of her long hair, making it shoulder length, she looked great. Then it came time to do my hair. Millie had heard about a way to dye blonde hair using Kool-Aid, which was great because I had white blonde hair, so she got out a few packets of the grape flavored and made a mix of it with a tad bit of bleach so the color would stay. I felt a little apprehensive, but she assured me it would look okay. After five minutes of thinking it over, I let her put it on my hair. I smiled at her as she finished and we went into the family room to watch a movie. Forty minutes later she washed it off in the bathtub. She looked at me smiling, but I could tell it wasn’t quite what she expected. “What? What? What is it?” I said and looked at her scared.
“Nothing wrong, just not what you would expect.” She said and smiled at me.
“What is it?” I said looking at her, growing more afraid.
“Oh it’ll be fine,” She said. “I’m going to cut it and then blow dry it and then you can see it.”
I waited, impatiently I might add, as she cut my hair and blow dried it. Then she pushed a mirror in front of me and smiled at me nervously. I looked into it, my hair was a purplish red and was cut into a short bob, it was cut close to my face and wisps of hair were brushing my face. I looked at myself, I looked much different. I smiled at Millie. “Do you like it?” She asked and smiled at me nervously.
“I love it,” I said jumping on her to give her a hug. “It’s fantastic. We look like new people!”
She smiled at me, “I know! Isn’t it great?”
“Glorious,” I said and smiled.
When I got home that evening, my parents flipped. That was when they decided that I needed to get a job. They told me that if I was going to start making decisions on my own without their input or permission, I needed to act more like an adult and get a job. I wasn’t too pleased about this, but there was no way out of it. I told my friend Jorryn about my parent’s craziness and he suggested I pick up an application at Frida’s.
Frida’s was the only restaurant in Ptwon, the only option for a job without a car. I was barely sixteen and did not yet have a car. Frida’s Fried Pork, Etc was a scary little place, a family owned restaurant, in a distinctive orange building with quite a reputation. It was a themed restaurant, John Wayne memorabilia was plastered everywhere. And if you were unfortunate enough to be dining there on your birthday, you would be adorned with a large black cowboy hat and a pink plastic cake would bellow out happy birthday as the waitresses clapped their hands at you. The waitresses had to wear these horrible sunflower dresses and gun holsters, I felt bad for them, and most commonly refused to go in there. Jorryn told me that it wasn’t that bad working there, but I knew he was lying. He complained to me a lot about the stupid place, I knew it was torture for him. I let him lie to me, I let him get an application for me as well. I didn’t want a job there, but it seemed to be my only option. I turned it in one day that I knew Jorryn was working and watched the manager come out of the kitchen to look at my application. He smiled at me and shook my hand, “I’m Lalo.” He looked down at the application. “And you’re…Peta?”
“Yeah,” I said and smiled.
“Family name?” He asked.
“No,” I said and smiled. I was tempted to say that my parents were crazy, but I didn’t. It was the only possible explanation in my hands. Why on earth would two Caucasians with no Native American heritage procreate and name their daughter a Native American name with some random meaning was beyond me. My parents gave me some dorky story about it meaning golden eagle and they saw an eagle on the back of a quarter when they first found out that my mother was pregnant. That, to me, was absolutely no reason to name their daughter Peta.
“So,” he said and smiled at me. He was looking at me like he thought I was strange. “Why do you want to work at Frida’s?”
“I need a job,” I said honestly.
“Well you’d start out at five fifty,” he said. “Does that sound okay?”
“I don’t care what I get paid,” I said truthfully, “my parents decided that I’d be getting this job, not me.”
He laughed, “Sounds like we’re in the same boat. Frida’s my grandmother, and someday I’ll own this place.”
I smiled at him feeling sad for him. “Oh really?”
“Yeah,” he said and looked back over at the kitchen. “So you can start on Friday?”
I looked at him, a little upset that he gave me the job. “I guess so.”
“Alright,” he said and smiled. “Remember to wear a hat…Oh and be here at 4:30!”
“Sure thing,” I said and looked at him pretending to be happy.
I went home that evening and Millie came over as soon as I shut the front door. “So???” she asked impatiently.
“I start Friday,” I said and looked away.
She started to laugh and I glared at her. “That’s cool,” she said muffling her laughter.
“Don’t you lie to me,” I said and kicked her in the shin.
“I’m not…” she said pausing to laugh, “lying.”
I shoved her. “Just shut up. You are so lucky that you don’t have to do this stupid job thing.”
“Wait!” she said and looked at me, “Friday’s New Year’s Eve.”
“Yes it is,” I said and rolled my eyes.
“You have to work on New Year’s Eve!” She said and looked at me smiling.
“Shut your mouth,” I said and walked away from her.
“I’ll be missing you,” she said and smiled.
“Liar.” I said and shoved her again.