Hello all,
I don't know how many people read what I write, but for anyone that has been waiting on updates I'm apologizing for the lack of them. Did that make sense? Ok, basically I'm sorry that it's taken so long to update the Thiels and the DOARS.
My health is pretty bad and sporadic, so most of the time I just don't have the physical energy to type, or the mental energy to write. I'm trying to get better- I tried to play a little DOARS this morning but I'm just wayyyyy to tired.
:( Sorry!
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
3.4, Aaron: The beginning of the End
Hello dear precious readers!
Here's the intro to the rest of the story, so it's a bit different than previous chapters.
'Tis a tale of love, a tale of woe, a tale of a legacy.
So read on!
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I felt the cool ground beneath me as I awoke in an unknown place. Upon regaining consciousness, my entire body began to spasm and convulse, almost as if I had died and all my cells suddenly received a jolt of energy. I tried to call for help- but the sound was choked out by the twitching muscles in my chest. Fear welled up within me. What happened to me?
That something had gone terribly wrong I knew, but the extent of damage I had yet to discover.
After an eternity of flailing about, I gave up hope. I was lost in some empty place with no control over my body and no recollection of how I got there. It appeared that I was not totally hopeless, though, because the spasms did calm. I didn't know how the convulsing had lasted, but at last my body was still. I laid there for a moment as my mind tried to piece together how I got into this predicament.
It had to be related to my latest experiment, but the exact details eluded me. I had travelled far and wide across time in my little machine, but nothing like this had ever happened and I didn't even remember using the machine. The last thing I remember was falling asleep next to Cuddles and thinking about what to plan for Flower's graduation.
My mind began to race and a surge of adrenalin mixed with panic flooded my system. I had to find a way home. I needed to get back to my family, what would they think if I didn't come back? I had never told them about my machine, what if they found it and started toying with it? It was still a prototype, and obviously not safe- well that is if it had led to me ending up here. But, most of all I needed them, they were my entire world, and they needed me too. My youngest were still in elementary- and I didn't want them to grow up without a father like I had.
With much effort I brought my self into a sitting position and looked down to my wrist where my time stream cuff should have been. I let out a sigh of relief when I found it was there. The indicator informed me that I had one more jump to make it home. Under normal circumstances I would have explored my environment and learned what I could about it, but these were not normal circumstances. Something had gone terribly wrong and I didn't want to stick around and find out what. I entered the time and space coordinates for the morning after my last memory and initiated the time stream.
Nothing happened.
I examined the cuff and everything was in order- unlike me it seemed to have made it through everything in one piece with out any obvious damage. The device still had power, and the coordinates were accurate. My stomach sank.
I fiddled with it and re-entered the coordinates at least a thousand times, but it refused to let me go home. I refused to give up, though. If there was one thing that I had learned in life, it was that I could accomplish anything with enough determination. No matter how much time it took, no matter how much effort it took, I would make it home. I would build my machine and my cuff from scratch if it was necessary. I would make it home, I had to.
Cautiously I tried to drag myself to my feet. As could be expected, my body was hesitant to comply. When upright I looked around for something to support myself on, there was a tree off in the distance where the land seemed to drop off. It seemed my best option was to make my way over to it and see if I could find the way to civilization- if there was a civilization.
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A/N: So that's the intro to the rest of the generations! Leave me a comment to let me know what you think. :)
Through the Thiel Generations
The Thiels have reached generation 10, so I did an epic photo shoot for them. :) Below I'll tell you a bit about each couple and what I enjoyed from their generation.
Lottie and Leighton started things off with a bang; due to some mod issues, at one point they had 26 kids in the household! They were a very sweet couple, though. After they got the kid thing worked out, they were really great parents and grandparents. They had two biological children and raised two others that were no relation to them.
Fun fact: they were the sims that I had the longest. They both only lived to about 100 days- but in real time I had them for just over 2 years!
I chose this pose for them because, Lottie always seemed a bit of a work-aholic, but Leighton kept her balanced between work and home. So here she is, enjoying the fresh air with her husband. Meanwhile, Leighton thinks about their kids and wonders if they'll have anymore.
Skane became the gen 2 heir over his sister, Charli. He married Charlotte while they were very very fresh young adults. This generation was actually played (partially) by my BFF. These two were my sporty couple. They were always outdoors fishing, or hiking, or exercising. After they started raising kids Skane took up inventing and Charlotte took up martial arts. Inventing led to Skane's rather unexpected demise. He was the only person in the legacy to die from unnatural causes.
Fun facts: Skane was named thusly because I was crocheting a lot at the time, and I thought it would be a cute name, me and my BFF went for this spelling because it's easy to pronounce. Charlotte was my first sim to use the young again potion, and she ended up remarrying Hank Goddard and had two more children, bringing her total to 7 children.
I chose this pose for them because it seemed a little melancholy, which fit the tragic end of their love story, and this pose also shows how close they were. They did everything together, more so than any other couple.
Aaron was the second youngest of Skane's kids, but he was the cutest for sure. He was also my very first sim to marry his IF, Cuddles. I loved this couple because he was so innocent and good. He carried on his father's inventing, and took really good care of their three children, while his wife carried on various evil plots in her free time. I always thought that Aaron turned a blind eye to his wife's nefariousness.
Fun facts: Aaron was usually not to be found around the house as he was constantly time-travelling- he unlocked more of the ambitions outfits than any other sim I've had! He and Cuddles actually had 3 additional children pop out of the time machine, 1 was and elder, 1 a YA, and 1 a teen (bringing their total to 6)
I chose this pose for them because I thought it was perfect for them. Aaron is resting sweetly on her head and she's out of his eyesight keeping her evilness from him. Plus it's cute. :)
Flower and Alexander reigned over the fourth generation and were my favorite sim couple of all time. They were adorable and madly in love. They had 7 children in 7 pregnancies and all of them were boys, which is why they kept having more. They were super good parents though, and thankfully had established their careers before having too many kids, so they were always either with their children or each other. Also during this generation I started doing mock interviews for my BFF so she could get to know the heirs a little better.
Fun fact: Flower reminded me of Hotaru from Gakuen Alice and she wrote over 100 books in her life, over 80 of which were Non-Fiction How-To guides.
I chose this pose because it's super loving and shows off Flower's perpetually pregnant belly.
Tobe and Jelly Bean were the fifth gen couple. Their generation was marked by their achieving their LTW's before even getting married and then after getting married they had only 4 pregnancies, but 9 children. My computer couldn't handle it, so I had to move out the next heir before these two got a chance to be old and grey.
Fun Fact: These were my first sims to own a cat. They had a cat that was aqua with yellow spots and she was named after my junior high spanish teacher. She was a great kitty and maxed hunting quite quickly.
I chose this pose, because these two were friends for so much longer than they were lovers, and they are eternally youthful in my mind.
Flynn "ran away" from home while he was still a teenager, and moved to an abandoned island where he later married his imaginary friend and became a world famous horse jockey and established the throne of gen 6. The thing that stands out the most for me about them was Fluff's postpartum depression. We all know sims don't really have that, but the moment she gave birth she had to put her son down and run to work. Her schedule was basically work, eat, and sleep, so she never even interacted with their eldest son and heir until he was a child, and even then they shipped him off to boarding school and didn't see him until he was an adult. They had the weakest marriage of the legacy- which I attribute to her constantly working instead of helping him with the children (they had two kids).
Fun fact: Due to glitches I had to reply his teenhood 3 times, and each time I designed a new house for him. The first design was my favorite, but it was only big enough for 1 person.
I chose this pose for them because it is fairly emotionless and in my point of view speaks to their turbulent family life.
When Eugene came back to the deserted Island that was his family's home, he was appalled to find that his designated wife, his imaginary friend, had stayed a child for all those years. As there were no other eligible females around, he waited for a long time for Rapunzel to grow up so they could get married and rule generation 7 together. Their relationship was very sweet- but also strange. When she came home from boarding school, he was pushing middle age, so I rushed through their courtship and thought it would be cute to post-pose for as long as possible their first kiss. So they get engaged and then married, and then she goes in for their first kiss and he rejected her! I had never seen that happen. It was hilarious, though! Anyways, he made it up to her by beings incredibly romantic and attentive for the rest of their lives... which were cut short by their save file and their backup file melting into unrecognizable goo. Next to Alexander and Flower these two had the best marriage, and they had 3 children.
Fun fact: I named these two after the movie Tangled after I realized that the Gen 6 heir had the same name as Eugene's Alias in the movie. Also, Eugene's younger brother was named Ryder, teehee.
This is just a close up of the pose they were doing, but he's being all cool and relying on her (cos he's so much older and because he was a cool rock star) and she is making a heart with her hands because she always wanted a fairytale romance.
Roald was the 8th generation heir and the 3rd inventor of the legacy. He never got married or had a romantic interest, but due to time travelling he had two children. Roald was never meant to be the heir, but when I lost their save file he was the only one that was salvageable. Well, his younger brother Cube was supposed to be the heir, but to continue the legacy I had to remake a kid in cas, and I knew that I would always feel like Cube 2.0 was an impostor because I loved the original so much. So, as I hadn't paid attention to Roald during his childhood and because he was time travelling a lot I didn't have that problem. I was able to justify the sudden loss of everything as a mistake that he makes on one of his travels, I won't spoil it too much, but it's the basis for gen 3 and on of the story about the Thiels. He got a dog who dug up extremely valuable things and made over $200,000 for the family.
Fun facts: Roald is named after my next door neighbor in animal crossing. His younger brothers were twins Hopper and Cube, which are my favorite penguins. Hopper and Cube's IF's were Gwen and Friga, respectively. Roald did not have an IF, but if he did she would have been Aurora. I got the idea to name Cube after my favorite ac character of all time when he tragically moved away w/o telling me first. Losing simCube was almost as painful as losing acCube- I guess we're just not meant to be together. :'(
Also, I remade Roald by using Aaron's sim as a base and tweaking it to resemble Roald's pictures, the only thing they really had in common was their eyes.
I chose this pose for him because he looks lost and unsure, which is how he spent his entire life after his resurrection. He had no idea what he was doing with his kids and had no help in raising them, what-so-ever.
Joshua and Ana went to school together and were high school sweethearts. They married pretty young and became the generation 9 couple. They wasted no time in having one child, and only one child. Ana hates kids so she never did interact with Lilly, but Joshua was a really good father and taught Lilly all her skills. Their relationship was always a bit juvenile and tempestuous, which you might expect from a family-oriented sim marrying a sim who hates children. Because they were so close to the end of the legacy and didn't need money, I never got them established in careers or anything. If I had, he would have become a chef and she would have become a chess master.
Fun fact: It was during their generation that I started using poses for the sims, so I have tons of pictures of them in cute poses and lots of baby bump pix, too. When Joshua followed Roald out of the time machine he was dressed as a cowboy- so I kept that theme on him for the rest of his life, although in RL, I don't like country themes that much.
I chose this pose for them because he's sneaking up on her and being loving while she looks a bit unsure, which is how I saw their marriage. He was crazy in love with her, and she was never as into him.
Generation 10's heiress is an only child named Lilly. She loves fishing, nature, cooking, sculpting and sleeping. She grew up very close to her father and grandfather, but not her mother (for obvious reasons). The outstanding point about her generation is that I didn't play it yet... lol. She's still a toddler in my game, though I'm sure I will eventually raise her as she is going to be an important part of TLFTL.
Fun facts: I have absolutely no idea where I got her name from, aside from the fact that it's slightly common. She has Leighton's eyes- which succeeded being inherited down through 10 generations! (Not the color, just the shape) She looks mostly like her grandmother- Agnes Crumplebottom and I have no idea where she inherited black hair from as her father is a redhead and her mother is blond. Her personality was randomised in CAS when I made her a YA sim for the photo shoot- so I don't know that it was actually stay with being so out-doorsy.
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That's it for the Thiels generations, stay tuned for the rest of their story in the following months! If you have any questions, please leave a comment!
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
DOARS- Day 13 -Saboteur
Dear Diary,
Have you heard advice to never wake a sleeping woman? Let me just formally submit my name (Lynn Winslow) to the petition to remove the never part of that advice and replace it with, 'Only under certain circumstances.'
Only under certain circumstances wake a sleeping woman.
What is one of those circumstances you may ask?
If you're leaving for work and your guest is still sleeping! I can't believe he did it again. I mean, yeah I know that he has to be at work by 8 am, but seriously dude? You can't be bothered to tell me bye? Or ciao? Or adios? Adieu? I wouldn't have minded being woken up to say goodbye to you, and I still don't know your roommates, so basically I feel like I'm an intruder in your house now. Great! I love being around strangers looking like a complete loser because I'm wandering around aimlessly looking for my host.
Actually, I'd rather not look like a loser in front of complete strangers. (That's Cyclon3's job, heeheheee, heh)
Anyways, since I'm already feeling uncomfortable and out of place (and very grumpy!) Tony decides to sabotage everything I touch. I get up and use the bathroom. It breaks. Tony says, "You are gonna regret all that lip you gave me yesterday."
Tony decided that old dishes should stink and attract flies (another one of his pesky laws)... and be left in front of me to annoy me. Tony says, "it's to teach you a lesson, cupcake."
I'll show him, I'll just wash the bowl when I'm finished eating.
I put the dishes in the dishwasher (to wash them). It breaks, of course. Now, I know you can't hear due to the fact that you're reading this and not watching it, but Tony's maniacal laughter fills the air and sounds a lot like birds chirping. It would, wouldn't it? Meh birds, meh Tony. Meh, I say.
My hatred for the Tony and breakable things boils over when I take a shower. It breaks. More birds chirping. This time I think I hear crickets, too. Bleh, crickets. They're only minutely less awful than birds, you know.
Now, you may recall that yesterday Tony tried to kill me with a flood, as well. I think Tony's getting even more brave, before today he had always seemed to call a truce while I was at a friend's house. Maybe he doesn't like his name? I could go back to saying 'the world' but that gets kind of old. I wonder what Cyclon3 would say about Tony's name... (We're just friends, okay, so stop that snickering. Nothing happened yesterday. At. all.)
Speaking of friends, friends help friends, that's what I've heard right? Well, whatever, if you think I'm fixing this stupid toilet because it's Cyclon3's and I'm trying to help him, you're dead wrong. I'm fixing it because it's the nice thing to do. If you break something, you should fix it. My actions have nothing to do with Cyclon3 or the fact that this is his toilet.
I barely had enough time to rush off to work after finishing the toilet repair. Maybe I should build up my handiness skill? Tony breaks my stuff all the time, so some repair skilz could be quite useful....
As for being nice (although I'm grumpy, let's not forget) I suppose I will have to come back tomorrow to fix the shower and dishwasher. Bleh. I'll make sure to come home, though, in stead of staying over. I'm not sure I want to keep being reminded that Cyclon3 has no manners.
As I rode to work I thought of ways to show my anit-Tony stance. I could rally at Town hall. I could riot underwater. I could rave at restaurants. I don't see any practical reasons to carry out any of these ideas, though. Not to mention, that I really don't have the time, what with needing to fix all the appliances at Cyclon3's and working and all.
Me and my coworkers all got to work at the same time, which was fun. We had a kind of boring day of practice, but Jack managed to spice it up by pulling a prank on Marty. Heh. I don't think I've ever seen a guy jump so high before. Heh. If there's one thing I'd say for Jack, he's a pretty fun guy to be on a team with... well when he's pranking other people, that is.
As soon as I got home I started the laundry. Gotta keep the gnomes happy, now don't we? Even though I was very tired, I feel like this sacrifice of time was worth it.
As was the time spent eating dinner. I know, it's not fair that I have to eat, I'd rather be sleeping, but Tony's still the one in charge (bah humbug!) and I have to play by his rules... and I hate being hungry. Stupid rules.
A little lonely and a lot grumpy,
Lynn Winslow
Have you heard advice to never wake a sleeping woman? Let me just formally submit my name (Lynn Winslow) to the petition to remove the never part of that advice and replace it with, 'Only under certain circumstances.'
Only under certain circumstances wake a sleeping woman.
What is one of those circumstances you may ask?
If you're leaving for work and your guest is still sleeping! I can't believe he did it again. I mean, yeah I know that he has to be at work by 8 am, but seriously dude? You can't be bothered to tell me bye? Or ciao? Or adios? Adieu? I wouldn't have minded being woken up to say goodbye to you, and I still don't know your roommates, so basically I feel like I'm an intruder in your house now. Great! I love being around strangers looking like a complete loser because I'm wandering around aimlessly looking for my host.
Actually, I'd rather not look like a loser in front of complete strangers. (That's Cyclon3's job, heeheheee, heh)
Anyways, since I'm already feeling uncomfortable and out of place (and very grumpy!) Tony decides to sabotage everything I touch. I get up and use the bathroom. It breaks. Tony says, "You are gonna regret all that lip you gave me yesterday."
Tony decided that old dishes should stink and attract flies (another one of his pesky laws)... and be left in front of me to annoy me. Tony says, "it's to teach you a lesson, cupcake."
I'll show him, I'll just wash the bowl when I'm finished eating.
I put the dishes in the dishwasher (to wash them). It breaks, of course. Now, I know you can't hear due to the fact that you're reading this and not watching it, but Tony's maniacal laughter fills the air and sounds a lot like birds chirping. It would, wouldn't it? Meh birds, meh Tony. Meh, I say.
My hatred for the Tony and breakable things boils over when I take a shower. It breaks. More birds chirping. This time I think I hear crickets, too. Bleh, crickets. They're only minutely less awful than birds, you know.
Now, you may recall that yesterday Tony tried to kill me with a flood, as well. I think Tony's getting even more brave, before today he had always seemed to call a truce while I was at a friend's house. Maybe he doesn't like his name? I could go back to saying 'the world' but that gets kind of old. I wonder what Cyclon3 would say about Tony's name... (We're just friends, okay, so stop that snickering. Nothing happened yesterday. At. all.)
Speaking of friends, friends help friends, that's what I've heard right? Well, whatever, if you think I'm fixing this stupid toilet because it's Cyclon3's and I'm trying to help him, you're dead wrong. I'm fixing it because it's the nice thing to do. If you break something, you should fix it. My actions have nothing to do with Cyclon3 or the fact that this is his toilet.
I barely had enough time to rush off to work after finishing the toilet repair. Maybe I should build up my handiness skill? Tony breaks my stuff all the time, so some repair skilz could be quite useful....
As for being nice (although I'm grumpy, let's not forget) I suppose I will have to come back tomorrow to fix the shower and dishwasher. Bleh. I'll make sure to come home, though, in stead of staying over. I'm not sure I want to keep being reminded that Cyclon3 has no manners.
As I rode to work I thought of ways to show my anit-Tony stance. I could rally at Town hall. I could riot underwater. I could rave at restaurants. I don't see any practical reasons to carry out any of these ideas, though. Not to mention, that I really don't have the time, what with needing to fix all the appliances at Cyclon3's and working and all.
Me and my coworkers all got to work at the same time, which was fun. We had a kind of boring day of practice, but Jack managed to spice it up by pulling a prank on Marty. Heh. I don't think I've ever seen a guy jump so high before. Heh. If there's one thing I'd say for Jack, he's a pretty fun guy to be on a team with... well when he's pranking other people, that is.
As soon as I got home I started the laundry. Gotta keep the gnomes happy, now don't we? Even though I was very tired, I feel like this sacrifice of time was worth it.
As was the time spent eating dinner. I know, it's not fair that I have to eat, I'd rather be sleeping, but Tony's still the one in charge (bah humbug!) and I have to play by his rules... and I hate being hungry. Stupid rules.
A little lonely and a lot grumpy,
Lynn Winslow
DOARS- Day 12 -Gooey Center
Dear Diary,
Thank goodness yesterday is over! All that confusion, all that softness, bleh. I'm done with that. Today, I'm determined to hate the world, because that makes me happy.
I start your scheduled programming with a demonstration of why I hate the world. The world- or at least the laws of nature- dictates that one needs nourishment to continue. I defy you, world! Food? HA! Watch me starve! And yet, I know I have to cave in or die.
Stupid world, why can't I go on not eating if that's what I chose? Why must I always be told what to do? Eat, Lynn. Shower, Lynn. Work, Lynn. Run on the treadmill, Lynn. Make friends, Lynn. Stop killing innocent birds, Lynn. Meh. This world with all of its rules and regulations, constantly bossing me around. I hate it. And really, how can a bird be innocent? It chirps.
Not only must I eat to go on living... and hating the world, I also get extremely uncomfortable if I don't. How is that fair? It's like a form of torture, 'You'll be uncomfortable if you don't give in to our demands,' Imagine the world is part of the mafia, and it's saying that to you. Maybe now you understand my frustration. Stupid world... but the waffles were pretty tasty, and maybe I'll eat them more often.
More reasons to hate the world: cheap showers always break and flood your bathroom with questionable water. It's like a plot to kill me by drowning (keeping in mind that the world is the muscle for a mafia, and I'm not playing nice with his mafia buddies). So far I've managed to hold back the flood waters, but what if one day I can't? If I drown it's all that shower's fault. That and the world. I mean, this stupid world makes you breath air. Why can't I breath water if I so chose? Why must I be so limited in how I chose to continue living? "You'll be dead, if you don't cede to our demands."
What? I'm sure that's the right way to use 'cede.' What are you picking on me for anyways? I'm not the criminal using it in the first place! It's the world, it's the one using questionable vocabulary, I'm just writing down what it said.
Back to the non-literary discussion part of this diary entry.
Yes it's dark out already. Thanks for asking. No, I didn't just skip a large chunk of the day (by going to work or doing some other activity that I would wish to hide from you, diary). The answer to what appears to be missing time is this: the world stinks, that's what.
Remember yesterday? Remember how I had the brilliant idea to work out until 3 am? Well, guess what? The world (I'm getting tired of calling it that, it's working for the mob after all, so I'm gonna call it Tony, from now on) decided that normal people have to sleep for several hours to be well rested, I just happen to be a normal person, and therefore I didn't wake up until just before noon. Meh. So yes, the sun had already set and I hadn't even really begun my day yet. Okay, fine, yes it's begun already. I was hoping to get to chat a bit with Cyclon3 today. I mean, because of yesterday's weirdness, I thought it would be a good idea to see him and remind myself why he's not spouse material. He is, after all, part of the Tony, the Tony that I hate.
And yes, I realize I didn't clarify earlier, but let me do so now, today is Thursday, and as a minor leaguer, I don't work on Thursdays.
Apparently Cyclon3 does though. He, thankfully, came to the door himself to welcome me. This time he called me, "Lynn." Which was much better than "crazy rabid fitness chick." I think our friendship is improving. Actually I think this was the first time he's called me by name, which was nice. It sounded sort of pleasant coming from him. Peculiar right? I think my name should sound the same no matter who says it, but stupid Tony had to make stupid laws that make stupid people's stupid voices sound stupidly dissimilar. Meh.
As positive reinforcement of him using my name I gave him a present. Now we'll have one less citizen of SV rioting or raving at inappropriate times. Joy. I hate that people can't riot or rave whenever and wherever they please. I hate that I had to read that ridiculous book in the first place. I hate that I'm not a sports star yet, I hate that tomorrow I have to work. Face it, I just really hate everything and everyone that has anything to do with Tony.
Excluding computers, I had forgotten about them. Now, now, stop freaking out. I know, I can't believe I forgot about computers, either, but that's no call to go on a rampage. I still love computers, and I want one for my home quite badly. Which reminds me, I should mention that to the gnomes. Also I should mention Tony to them and see if that can offer any insight into that. The next time I'm home I'll do some laundry as a way to appease them, I can't afford to lose their cooperation. Especially now that we've established that it's me against Tony.
The wonders of computers makes an excellent topic of conversation for days like today. It helps me focus on something that I actually enjoy in this giant expanse of stupidness. I learned from this topic that Cyclon3 shares my love of electronics, and that we might actually have something in common. I also learned that he has kind of a nice smile when he's looking at me like that. Despite this, his smile made me a little uncomfortable. It wasn't uncomfortable like starving is uncomfortable, though. It was more uncomfortable like having to talk to the boss is uncomfortable... if the boss is Leighton (not Tony). Yeah, don't think about it too much. I'm going to stop thinking about it right now, and never think about it again.
Hopefully.
Thankfully, Cyclon3 was there to distract me from making a big deal about anything. He happily jabbered away about computers. Well, 'jabber' is really the wrong verb to use. Wait, is jabber even a real word? Does it have to be a real word to be a verb? Meh, nuances, whatever. I'm using it as a verb here, and hopefully you know what it means. No matter, in my understanding of this potentially-fake-word it kind of has to do with rambling on and on aimlessly, which is not what Cyclon3 was doing here. Actually he was speaking quite intelligently and entertainingly about computers and their role in modern society. There's something about him when he's extolling the virtues of computers, something rather... well... handsome... really. Perhaps it was only attractive because I happened to agree with him on everything he was saying...? Maybe? Know what? I don't care what you have to say and I refuse to listen to your silly theories right now. So there. 'Sides, it was getting quite late and I didn't feel like having to get a taxi to go home, so I figured I'd ask if I could stay over like I did the night before last.
And, I can't really explain what happened next. In fact I'm ignoring it. Let's just say, he thought that was great idea. Now I'm going to bed. Alone. (That's a good thing, btw.)
Denying everything,
Lynn Winslow
Thank goodness yesterday is over! All that confusion, all that softness, bleh. I'm done with that. Today, I'm determined to hate the world, because that makes me happy.
I start your scheduled programming with a demonstration of why I hate the world. The world- or at least the laws of nature- dictates that one needs nourishment to continue. I defy you, world! Food? HA! Watch me starve! And yet, I know I have to cave in or die.
Stupid world, why can't I go on not eating if that's what I chose? Why must I always be told what to do? Eat, Lynn. Shower, Lynn. Work, Lynn. Run on the treadmill, Lynn. Make friends, Lynn. Stop killing innocent birds, Lynn. Meh. This world with all of its rules and regulations, constantly bossing me around. I hate it. And really, how can a bird be innocent? It chirps.
Not only must I eat to go on living... and hating the world, I also get extremely uncomfortable if I don't. How is that fair? It's like a form of torture, 'You'll be uncomfortable if you don't give in to our demands,' Imagine the world is part of the mafia, and it's saying that to you. Maybe now you understand my frustration. Stupid world... but the waffles were pretty tasty, and maybe I'll eat them more often.
More reasons to hate the world: cheap showers always break and flood your bathroom with questionable water. It's like a plot to kill me by drowning (keeping in mind that the world is the muscle for a mafia, and I'm not playing nice with his mafia buddies). So far I've managed to hold back the flood waters, but what if one day I can't? If I drown it's all that shower's fault. That and the world. I mean, this stupid world makes you breath air. Why can't I breath water if I so chose? Why must I be so limited in how I chose to continue living? "You'll be dead, if you don't cede to our demands."
What? I'm sure that's the right way to use 'cede.' What are you picking on me for anyways? I'm not the criminal using it in the first place! It's the world, it's the one using questionable vocabulary, I'm just writing down what it said.
Back to the non-literary discussion part of this diary entry.
Yes it's dark out already. Thanks for asking. No, I didn't just skip a large chunk of the day (by going to work or doing some other activity that I would wish to hide from you, diary). The answer to what appears to be missing time is this: the world stinks, that's what.
Remember yesterday? Remember how I had the brilliant idea to work out until 3 am? Well, guess what? The world (I'm getting tired of calling it that, it's working for the mob after all, so I'm gonna call it Tony, from now on) decided that normal people have to sleep for several hours to be well rested, I just happen to be a normal person, and therefore I didn't wake up until just before noon. Meh. So yes, the sun had already set and I hadn't even really begun my day yet. Okay, fine, yes it's begun already. I was hoping to get to chat a bit with Cyclon3 today. I mean, because of yesterday's weirdness, I thought it would be a good idea to see him and remind myself why he's not spouse material. He is, after all, part of the Tony, the Tony that I hate.
And yes, I realize I didn't clarify earlier, but let me do so now, today is Thursday, and as a minor leaguer, I don't work on Thursdays.
Apparently Cyclon3 does though. He, thankfully, came to the door himself to welcome me. This time he called me, "Lynn." Which was much better than "crazy rabid fitness chick." I think our friendship is improving. Actually I think this was the first time he's called me by name, which was nice. It sounded sort of pleasant coming from him. Peculiar right? I think my name should sound the same no matter who says it, but stupid Tony had to make stupid laws that make stupid people's stupid voices sound stupidly dissimilar. Meh.
As positive reinforcement of him using my name I gave him a present. Now we'll have one less citizen of SV rioting or raving at inappropriate times. Joy. I hate that people can't riot or rave whenever and wherever they please. I hate that I had to read that ridiculous book in the first place. I hate that I'm not a sports star yet, I hate that tomorrow I have to work. Face it, I just really hate everything and everyone that has anything to do with Tony.
Excluding computers, I had forgotten about them. Now, now, stop freaking out. I know, I can't believe I forgot about computers, either, but that's no call to go on a rampage. I still love computers, and I want one for my home quite badly. Which reminds me, I should mention that to the gnomes. Also I should mention Tony to them and see if that can offer any insight into that. The next time I'm home I'll do some laundry as a way to appease them, I can't afford to lose their cooperation. Especially now that we've established that it's me against Tony.
The wonders of computers makes an excellent topic of conversation for days like today. It helps me focus on something that I actually enjoy in this giant expanse of stupidness. I learned from this topic that Cyclon3 shares my love of electronics, and that we might actually have something in common. I also learned that he has kind of a nice smile when he's looking at me like that. Despite this, his smile made me a little uncomfortable. It wasn't uncomfortable like starving is uncomfortable, though. It was more uncomfortable like having to talk to the boss is uncomfortable... if the boss is Leighton (not Tony). Yeah, don't think about it too much. I'm going to stop thinking about it right now, and never think about it again.
Hopefully.
Thankfully, Cyclon3 was there to distract me from making a big deal about anything. He happily jabbered away about computers. Well, 'jabber' is really the wrong verb to use. Wait, is jabber even a real word? Does it have to be a real word to be a verb? Meh, nuances, whatever. I'm using it as a verb here, and hopefully you know what it means. No matter, in my understanding of this potentially-fake-word it kind of has to do with rambling on and on aimlessly, which is not what Cyclon3 was doing here. Actually he was speaking quite intelligently and entertainingly about computers and their role in modern society. There's something about him when he's extolling the virtues of computers, something rather... well... handsome... really. Perhaps it was only attractive because I happened to agree with him on everything he was saying...? Maybe? Know what? I don't care what you have to say and I refuse to listen to your silly theories right now. So there. 'Sides, it was getting quite late and I didn't feel like having to get a taxi to go home, so I figured I'd ask if I could stay over like I did the night before last.
And, I can't really explain what happened next. In fact I'm ignoring it. Let's just say, he thought that was great idea. Now I'm going to bed. Alone. (That's a good thing, btw.)
Denying everything,
Lynn Winslow
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
DOARS- Day 11 - Walk of Shame
Dear Diary,
It was the oddest sensation, waking up in someone else's bed. The only comforting thing about that experience was that I was (thankfully) alone! Imagine if someone else had been there to witness my horror and confusion as I awoke! Just the thought makes me shudder. Bleh, I hate shuddering. Feels weird.
So after composing myself, I wandered around the house looking for Cyclon3. Why specifically him and not just anyone? I'm getting to that, I mean, I've met a few of the other people who live here, but I don't really know any of them, and mainly I just wanted to see him and say goodbye and be on my merry way. Unfortunately, he had already left for work and he didn't even have the good sense to leave me a note! How hard would that be? A note, 4 words, 'I left for work,' or if that's too much, what about just, 'I'm working'? I'm not asking for a lot here, just common courtesy! Is that too difficult? I think not! Psh. Men. I guess, I thought me and Cyclon3 were tight, but whatever. I just don't know about him. Sometimes (rarely) I think, maybe, just maybe... you know? Other times though, that man is definitely not someone I'd want to have around... all the time.
Whatever, I suppose working with toddlers all day everyday has me thinking about them more. Honestly, they're not as bad as I was expecting and maybe I do want one eventually. Of course to have a tot, I'd need a man, and there really aren't any around. Even Leighton is back with recently divorced Zelda Mae. As far as I'm aware Cyclon3 is the only single guy around, not that I'm going to settle for him, just cos he's the only one available! I'm only gonna marry someone I'm totally crazy in love with, and I guess we'll see if Cyclon3's it. Wait, what am I saying? Just ignore me. I'm. not. getting. married. So there, no man, no kids, nada, got it?
Where is my head today? Who knows, I think I left it on that strange pillow this morning. So I after standing like a doofus in Cyclon3's kitchen for forever, I did the only thing I could think of, which was run away. That's right, I bolted before someone started talking to me. I was not fit for talking to anyone today, in fact I wasn't even really fit to be thinking about anything, so I just zoned out. Or I tried to, anyways.
I kinda get stuck in my own head a lot, so it was harder than I was expecting to zone out for the rest of the day. Basically to escape reality, I just ran and ran and ran on that death trap. Is it bad that a part of me wished it actually was a death trap? That way I wouldn't have to deal with my life anymore... That's crazy, right?
Sure, I have to work super hard, I only have a few friends, my life revolves around my work and I have absolutely no solid hopes for the future, but I love my life! *eesh* Did that sound a terrible to you as it did to me? What am I gonna do with myself? My life's a mess... my head is a mess. Now you can see why I'm trying to stay out of it today.
After jogging myself silly, I showered and it was off to work for me. Rather boring, if I say so myself. Oh well, I really didn't feel like an interesting day, I just hope that tomorrow is nothing like today was. Bleh. That'd be awful! I can't take another day of this, I'm gonna lose my head!
At work, I was unexpectedly promoted to minor leaguer, though. That made my day, sort of. The guys from the team hung out with me and the tots today (and no doubt recommended me for that sudden promotion), so I made friends of Jack Bunch and Marty Keaton. They're both happily married. Ulgh. As you can imagine, that did not help my current mental state, at all. The only things they wanted to do were play with the toddlers and reminisce about their own kids and how wonderful being a parent is. Not what I needed! Now let me just say in a very quiet voice, I think I may just be wrong about wanting to stay single forever. The scary part of me that wants to get married and have children is growing, and thus far I haven't be able to get rid of it.
So what did I do after work, even though I was exhausted and almost about to pass out? I worked out some more! ... for 4 hours.... Let's just say that I really really want to sleep well tonight. I mean, tomorrow when I wake up, I just want to be myself again.
Miserably confused,
Lynn Winslow
It was the oddest sensation, waking up in someone else's bed. The only comforting thing about that experience was that I was (thankfully) alone! Imagine if someone else had been there to witness my horror and confusion as I awoke! Just the thought makes me shudder. Bleh, I hate shuddering. Feels weird.
So after composing myself, I wandered around the house looking for Cyclon3. Why specifically him and not just anyone? I'm getting to that, I mean, I've met a few of the other people who live here, but I don't really know any of them, and mainly I just wanted to see him and say goodbye and be on my merry way. Unfortunately, he had already left for work and he didn't even have the good sense to leave me a note! How hard would that be? A note, 4 words, 'I left for work,' or if that's too much, what about just, 'I'm working'? I'm not asking for a lot here, just common courtesy! Is that too difficult? I think not! Psh. Men. I guess, I thought me and Cyclon3 were tight, but whatever. I just don't know about him. Sometimes (rarely) I think, maybe, just maybe... you know? Other times though, that man is definitely not someone I'd want to have around... all the time.
Whatever, I suppose working with toddlers all day everyday has me thinking about them more. Honestly, they're not as bad as I was expecting and maybe I do want one eventually. Of course to have a tot, I'd need a man, and there really aren't any around. Even Leighton is back with recently divorced Zelda Mae. As far as I'm aware Cyclon3 is the only single guy around, not that I'm going to settle for him, just cos he's the only one available! I'm only gonna marry someone I'm totally crazy in love with, and I guess we'll see if Cyclon3's it. Wait, what am I saying? Just ignore me. I'm. not. getting. married. So there, no man, no kids, nada, got it?
Where is my head today? Who knows, I think I left it on that strange pillow this morning. So I after standing like a doofus in Cyclon3's kitchen for forever, I did the only thing I could think of, which was run away. That's right, I bolted before someone started talking to me. I was not fit for talking to anyone today, in fact I wasn't even really fit to be thinking about anything, so I just zoned out. Or I tried to, anyways.
I kinda get stuck in my own head a lot, so it was harder than I was expecting to zone out for the rest of the day. Basically to escape reality, I just ran and ran and ran on that death trap. Is it bad that a part of me wished it actually was a death trap? That way I wouldn't have to deal with my life anymore... That's crazy, right?
Sure, I have to work super hard, I only have a few friends, my life revolves around my work and I have absolutely no solid hopes for the future, but I love my life! *eesh* Did that sound a terrible to you as it did to me? What am I gonna do with myself? My life's a mess... my head is a mess. Now you can see why I'm trying to stay out of it today.
After jogging myself silly, I showered and it was off to work for me. Rather boring, if I say so myself. Oh well, I really didn't feel like an interesting day, I just hope that tomorrow is nothing like today was. Bleh. That'd be awful! I can't take another day of this, I'm gonna lose my head!
At work, I was unexpectedly promoted to minor leaguer, though. That made my day, sort of. The guys from the team hung out with me and the tots today (and no doubt recommended me for that sudden promotion), so I made friends of Jack Bunch and Marty Keaton. They're both happily married. Ulgh. As you can imagine, that did not help my current mental state, at all. The only things they wanted to do were play with the toddlers and reminisce about their own kids and how wonderful being a parent is. Not what I needed! Now let me just say in a very quiet voice, I think I may just be wrong about wanting to stay single forever. The scary part of me that wants to get married and have children is growing, and thus far I haven't be able to get rid of it.
So what did I do after work, even though I was exhausted and almost about to pass out? I worked out some more! ... for 4 hours.... Let's just say that I really really want to sleep well tonight. I mean, tomorrow when I wake up, I just want to be myself again.
Miserably confused,
Lynn Winslow
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