I Promise You There Is a Method to My Madness

            I sleep until an hour after my alarm goes off almost every day.  It’s not even my fault!  My alarm goes off at 10, I know it does because I turn it off and fall right back to sleep.  Then I wake up between 10:55 and 11:03 every day.  I will then, sluggishly, crawl down the hall to my computer where I play WoW or write for the next hour.  Then it’s lunch time.

            And of course I eat completely healthily for lunch; my diet ranges from ninety-four microwave hot wings to a full meal and a half from Panda Express.  Oh and chips.  I have chips with everything.  I’m not partial to which type of chips I want either; it really depends on what’s in the house.  I avoid those stupid Baked chips like the plague though!  They taste all dried and terrible, but if you like them, then you can have my share.  That’s how generous I am.

            After lunch I might take a shower.  It really depends on what’s happening that day.  If I’m meeting people I’ll usually shower, but if they’re people that don’t shower themselves then I don’t bother most of the time.  Unless I feel dirty.  That usually happens after not showering for three days, but I try to avoid that.

            At this point Desperate Housewives is usually recorded, and there’s about an hour before I need to pick up my brother.  So I’ll watch that and then pick him up from school.  There’s almost always a Selena Gomez, Alanis Morissette, Reba, P!nk, or a mix CD on, and I think my music kind of bothers him, but that’s one of the best parts about being the driver.  Everyone has to put up with what I like to listen to.

            After picking up my brother my day will usually continue on the computer, or I’ll get a random text from a friend to hang out.  At one or two in the morning I will finally go to sleep.  This is a general day in the life of me.

            For 2011, I hope to change that.  I don’t like being able to chop up my day into a five paragraph story and know that it will be repeating every single day.  This thought bothers me.  So I’ve taken up a few new hobbies:

            First, I have signed up for the gym.  I figure if I get myself out of the house more often, I might have more energy and therefore do more things.  If I do more things then there won’t be enough to do in one day, and my logic says that if there’s too much to have not enough time to do it all in one day, then every day will be different.  Right?  I think so.

            Second, I have taken up the hobby of cooking.  It doesn’t seem like a big change to think about right now, but I think that if I start cooking I’ll spend less time on WoW because I feel obligated to do my blog and my stories.  So if I add cooking a bunch of meals for everyone to my plate (see what I did there?  I’m so crafty.) then I’ll be able to be more responsible!  I just came to that conclusion right now: cooking makes you responsible.  I think everyone should take up cooking.  Actually that’s a terrible idea because if I become a chef, but everybody takes up cooking, then I can’t get a job.  Guys, be less responsible than I am and don’t take up cooking.

            Lastly, I started my blog.  I’m outlandishly thinking that I’ll get super famous by posting these blogs and become like a super blogger, and with the support of all my imaginary fans I’ll make millions without having to get a real job.  I’ve heard of stories where it happens, so why couldn’t it happen to me?  I think that by exaggerating my expectations, one of two things will happen.  Either I’ll be right and everyone will love me with all the love ever, and I’ll make millions off the fame, or I’ll be so super crushed (that’s another exaggeration, don’t feel obligated to love my blog) by my failure that I’ll get a real job and make a steady income without the fame part.  I might also finally write my novel because with this whole blog thing I’m going to be posting some short stories onto my deviantart (which I’ll link later), and I might develop an actual style and come up with a way to start the Legend.  You’ll see me call it the Legend often, but I probably won’t go into any detail about it.

            Apart from that, I hope to update on all the things I do, as well as post short stories and maybe even some long stories.  I love constructive criticism, so don’t be afraid to tell me what you didn’t like or understand.  I enjoy helping people understand me because I know I have a very distinct way of conveying my messages.

            After rereading this post it seems like a much better intro post than the one I used.  Whatever I’ll use this as a secondary intro post.  That’s not breaking the rules, right?  I don’t think so.  Anyway, I’m working on the Three of Prophecy story.  I’m not good at summaries, but basically what you’ll have to look forward to is these three girls who will all be raised by the same woman at the same time on different parts of the planet of Ablgath.  When they all meet, they learn that their combined destiny is to save the world from a good Dragon driven mad, but certain things don’t quite add up.

            Hopefully it won’t take too long to type up.  I’ve started working on it yesterday, and I think it’ll be done before the end of January because it is a short story so it won’t be novel length.  Oh you’ll also find my stories don’t really end.  I mean they do for that part of the story, but I write sagas and chronicles all over the place, and I really enjoy reusing characters.  The person you’ll find that the most with is Jeo.  I don’t know what happened, but when I made him I fell in love with him, and now he’s everywhere.  He won’t ever be a main character though, that’s our agreement.

            I feel like my ability to cook far outweighs my ability to bake.  I don’t bake sweets very well.  I always leave them in a little too long, and I get the same complaint every time.  It’s a little burnt on the bottom.  Never the side, never the top, never the middle.  It’s a little burnt on the bottom.  Well screw you the bottom!  Although, I’ve never received a complaint for my cooking.  That really only serves to feed my ego.  (Man I’m good at the cooking analogies!)

            I think I might be slightly narcissistic.  Actually I’ve always known that.  I can’t help it if I like myself!  Anyone who doesn’t like me just doesn’t know what they’re missing.  I do know that I’m very intelligent, and I’m sleeping with grammar.  It’s totally my Sophomore English teacher’s fault too.  She was such a grammar Nazi!  Above all else, if your grammar was perfect you got an “A.”  Needless to say I passed her class with flying colors.  Narcissism.

            I am also very conniving.  I come up with these elaborate schemes to make things end up how I want them to, and most of the time I don’t even mean to.  I remember when I was younger I’d do it just to avoid the boredom of everybody else’s melancholy ideas, and then I did it so much that it became second nature.  Now I don’t even notice when I do it most of the time.  I need a friend to smack me and let me know that I’m being a jerk.

            Anyway, I think I’m going to go watch reruns of the Closer until something interesting happens.  Final episode of the season is later today!  I’m so excited you have no idea.  Enjoy life!  If you like it, spread it like the plague.

Welcome

            I have somehow been convinced to start a blog, and I’m not quite sure how to go about that, so for now I’m going to use it as an “open diary” and we’ll just see where it goes from there.

            I really hate saying that.  Diaries are meant to stay private, aren’t they?  What’s the point of writing a diary if everyone’s going to read it?  Whatever maybe I’ll just use this for short stories.  I like the idea of using it for both.

            Anyway, I’ve recently become addicted to Desperate Housewives.  And it’s so not my fault!  I turned on the T.V. and some guy’s being shanked in the back of a police car; I can’t help but be intrigued.  So I’ve now watched all of seasons one and two, and I’m Desperately (like how I did that there? XD) waiting for Lifetime to give me more episodes.  I realize I’m quite a few seasons behind so shh.  Actually I don’t care, I don’t mind spoilers.

            I love cliffhangers though.  Everyone hates me for it too because I’m really good at using them in my stories.  Which you’ll all find out if I ever post any of them up here.  One step at a time I guess.  That stupid green grammar line!  It taunts me whenever it thinks it’s right, but I know its dirty little secrets!  It’s such a jerk too because when you tell it to “Ignore Once” it doesn’t.  You type a new sentence and it comes right back.  It’s an oppressive, demanding, little squiggle, and it knows it too!

            I was always told that paragraphs are supposed to relate to each other, but they were also supposed to be like a separate topic.  ;_; I don’t think I’m very good at that.  My paragraphs usually have: a) NOTHING to do with each other, or b) they say the exact same thing as the one before.  The only exception is in my stories.  For some reason the paragraphs in my stories are very good at being similarly different.  I can’t do that with essays.

            Speaking of my stories though, I write very heavily in fantasy or incredibly terrible things.  For instance: the first story I plan to post on here is going to be the Three of Prophecy.  It’s about three girls who find out they’re destined to save the world from a very powerful dragon by using the powers of Fire, Water, and Wind, which are the three most powerful elements on the planet of Ablgath.  Most of my stories will take place on either Ablgath or Earth.  Another story that I want to post sometime in the far off future is the Wetsuit Killers.  It’s actually not something I came up with alone; a friend and I were joking around, and this will give you an insight to my sense of humor, it resulted in the story about two young men and a woman that are a group of serial killers.  Oh and they wear wetsuits when they murder.  The squeaking is the clue that they’re coming for you!

            Well I think this is enough for a first post.  Hopefully I’m not completely boring, and I promise things will get better!  I was kind of backed into a corner with this post.  On a final note: I plan to post something at least twice a week, and if I don’t get around to it I apologize in advance.  Also, if you don’t like my blog that’s totally fine by me.  I have no problems with trolls, in fact I love and encourage them.  I don’t mind arguing, and I will argue to the death with anyone who wishes it.  I do have one request though: if you really don’t like my blog, and you’re not going to do something productive about it, please don’t read it.  (By productive I mean leave me hate mails) The last thing I want is for you to suffer through reading something for no reason at all that you don’t like.

            Also, a few more “final” notes, there really is no relation between the title “The World Turns” and most of my posts.  That’s just something I tell people when we get into conversations about the past; I believe there’s no point in looking back because there’s really nothing you can do about it now.  And that’s how I live: day by day.  Also, feel free to leave comments of any nature.  I might not get back to every single comment ever in the History of ever, but I’ll try to get back to as many as I can.  Also, also, I have no shame, so you can feel free to ask me about any topic ever, and I will definitely not be embarrassed to talk about it! :D

            On that note I believe I’m going to allow your minds a rest, assuming you actually read the whole thing.  Enjoy life!  If you like it, spread it like the plague.