So I spent the whole afternoon fixing the blog up and I needed a cat picture to cheer me up (that is my excuse).

Yes. I was going to write - I even planned on it and had all my notebooks and docs out - but I underestimated the power of the blogger template and I couldn't rest till I had just the right one (or close to it).

...Currently I'm tired :) and should've slept a long time ago.

That'll be all (I hope) for the blog re-vamp (for a considerable amount of time that is). >.>

There's no nav bar! I had to take it out or else the template wouldn't look right. Click on blogger instead.

I keep springing these cat photos don't I? On the next post I'll try not to place a cat photo - note I said try.

Another break - again - since all I seem to do with my free time is watch Comedy Central (it's one of the few channels available for some reason) and write. Okay, so maybe I read here and there and do other human stuff - but, nevertheless, it is somewhat boring (when I put it this way).

Despite my mind wandering off into the various worlds on paper/monitor, there isn't a lot I can say/show before people freak out.

Act 1 -

In which I answer the question honestly.

Act 2 -

In which I give myself less credit and answer in half-truths.

There has to be something wrong when you fail to recall the last you went outside - or, fail to mention it (or forget to and remember it a second too late)... >.> So answering in half-truths has become a habit of mine, at least when I talk in person.

You consider things like what is being talked about and from that you can guess what not to talk about when you're around them or you just know instinctively (randomness is okay! ...in small doses esp. if the person is naturally serious). When asked a question you answer knowing what would be right and wrong and all that stuff. >.>

This over-thinking thing makes me feel awkward because then I have nothing to say that they want to hear. I'm just the strange brooding person sitting far far away laughing to herself because one of her characters said something funny... >.> Now isn't that nice? Lol.

But I'm probably doing that because wherever I go I have my stories in mind - even when I'm in the company of friends and family - people in general - I have my eye out for things like traits of their appearance and/or character or maybe things I might be able to use (like window shopping). When and if I ever get to say... some place I've never been to before, I'd probably take a good look around and take pictures of the places and avenues where such and such character might go - or if one of those places looks like a place in a story. In fact, that's the only reason why I bring a camera along. :) I think taking pictures of people is generally creepy (if you don't know them) and scary (because of my tendency to over-imagine scenarios like their faces changing to something else).

That's the writer talking. If I was...a photographer I wouldn't have a problem with pictures because I would have a different mindset. >.> But if I was still creeped out by faces I'd make it an art to take out their faces or take pictures of flowers instead.

I'd like to spend more time musing and going several directions with these thoughts but wandering isn't going to do me any good. I said that I'd try (again) with ch. 7 of YZ because it keeps coming out wrong (maybe if I change the layout of the text document) and also work on ch. 5 for LMM since there's a part where I'd like to get to.

That is all true (hopefully) because even when I'm blogging, I have to consider the readers and whether my rambling won't offend in some way.

Next time... I might have to define blog. It's been a year or so since I started this blog or started blogs in other sites (which is something I could address as well) and even now I'm still unsure on WTH a blog is.

I believe that was a warning, an implied one for that matter since I go overboard sometimes (sometimes). >.<

( Well, here's an example of the template I finished and I've yet to optimize it so its a huge file.)

But besides school, I just outlined the different possibilities on how I can end Ch.4 and the story overall--you see, I'm aiming for 14 chapters minimum for this story and I'm even thinking of making a sequel since I mentioned the world called Ligeia (and since I probably won't get too much into that since Dmitri and Alice go through their troubles and stuff). And yes, I named that world after a Poe story. If I decide to do that I'll try to make it interesting *evil laugh*


But yes, this time the update will surely be on Friday not on Saturday for sure. >:-)

Hmmm...

I'm trying my best to make this post longer...

Aha! Okay, I just suddenly got into writing in a journal recently (since not everything can be put on an online blog) and while I wrote I would get bored since all I saw were words. So I found my old Middle school journal (which was just really a small notebook) and took the pictures I put in there (since I used to print out these anime pictures and paste them along with my entries) and started placing them in my journal. I also put in some of my sketches that I cut out and some memorabilia like theater tickets, pictures of people I knew that gave me their picture and some random stuff. And, being the person I am, I wrote all over the inside cover and stuff...writing lyrics or phrases that I like (like those latin phrases I googled lol). In the midst of all the taping of pictures and organizing everything so it's all collage-y...I wondered on why people keep journals in the first place.

Of course, it's a easy answer but you can muse about it for a while (and that's what I do: muse about things and write them down/ in this case type so bear with me; I'm quite a messy thinker...whatever that means).

In the world we live in today do we not wear masks when we go out in the world? Saying one thing while thinking about another--something that might not be appropriate to say. From personal experience, its very true. Not everything can be said since we worry about the opposing sides reaction. We keep secrets and sometimes die for them, thinking that it's noble. Wouldn't that be great? To die a good person and not someone who caused misery. Wouldn't people be remembered more for their good deeds than their bad ones? Not necessarily true. But we do remember more of the bad than the good. And that doesn't seem like a good way to be remembered since the good deeds that person might've done is quickly overruled by the bad.

There's always two sides to situations, scenarios, people.

Isn't that the part where journals come in handy? To say what cannot be said; in a way, it's beautiful: people pouring their hearts out on paper (maybe not their hearts but something) and expressing whatever they want, good or bad. I'm not saying that everyone should keep one though--this is just me playing around with this idea--but it's something to consider since I don't want people looking into my journal (although I made it all pretty inside).

Maybe having a journal can also be a metaphor to relate to the person who keeps it. Do people who keep journals have beautiful souls? (No, not the song by Jesse McCartney--which is a nice song though) Now that depends on what beautiful and soul individually means to you, but, in my way of viewing things, yes.

What makes us complicated brings together mentally, but draws away from physically. We all don't like to talk about things that happened but things still need to be said in some form or another...So get a pen/pencil/ketchup then a piece of paper, a journal/diary or those cute napkins from cafe's and write your story.