So basically I'm bored, and in turn, my beloved characters are bored and becoming lazy. Therefore I'm thinking that I need to do some Rping. If anyone is interested please send me a message and we'll talk.
So school has started again......yay
Back is fixed (so to speak) and pain pills are the shit. I will expend more on my exciting surgery when I don't feel the need to pass out.
WHAT THE FUCK! Why the fuck to you christians keep visiting my house. GO AWAY you creepy morons.
People are weird. I'll just leave it at that....
You know? Right now I'm having serious issues with the world. living with two crazy catholics is making me realise how doomed we all are. if we let people like my good old roomies (who are very nice, just foolish in their why of thinking) breed and have their spawn take over the world.....then basically we are fucked.
Holy Mother of God! So here I am at college, in my lovely suite, not doing much of anything of this very hot saturday.
Earlier, one of my roomies told me that her mum was coming to drop some stuff off. So her mum and dad(I'm not sure I havn't left my room yet to see) show up. The mom is clearly a control freak because she's wandering around snapping at her daughter about random things, saying how she should have things set up and where things should go. It's kinda scary because poor Laura (my roomie) will be turning 20 soon and her mom is trying to control her college life.
What the hell is up with that? I mean, come on lady, stop micro managing your daughters life for christ's sake! Ohhh, (listening...) they are now proceeding to talk about Laura in the third person. Tres creepy. It makes me thank every god/goddess that ever was for giving me such awesomely cool parents. They may be crazy sometimes, but it's definatly crazy in a cool, down to earth, no worries kind of way.
So it's been pretty damn boring up here in good ol' Maine. College doesn't start of another week for me and I'm going bloody mad!
My beloved best friend Heather has left me once again to return to playing house with her boyfriend in Rochester, New York. It doesn't bother me at all that she's throwing her life away by tying herself down to an appartment, pets, and a live in boyfriend that she's been with for 4 fucking years. It doesn't bother me that she is younger then I am, having just turned 19. It doesn't bother me that she's missing all the chances to live her life.......doe
And off she goes. Now my bestest pal, M, has headed off to college. This of course is leading to massive creative engery build up since she is my all time, best rping friend and basically the only person that doesn't go crazy when I start to rant about new and old characters.
So here I sit, watching the final episode of M*A*S*H (which I might add is very very depressing) and I get a thought into my head. "Kate," I say, "You havn't baked in a while. You have have nothing better to do. You've blueberries, and milk. It's Muffin making time!" Now, there is a reason why I don't bake, but because I'm soooooo bored and lonely, the voice in my head that reminds me why I don't do things has desided to take a long awaited vacation.
And thus I find myself in the kitchen. The making process comes together pretty well. After all, my summer job is as a cook at a mexican resturant sooo. Mixing done, I pour the blueberry batter into the pan and slide it into the oven. Game, set, and match and now all I have to do is sit back and watch Hawkeye go crazy for 25 minutes.
Bing! Muffins are done. Heading into the kitchen I open the oven door, and at this moment my "we don't do things for a reason" voice desides to come back from vacation. There is my pot holdered hands is a tray of Muffins that, while golden brown, are as flat as the world was to the people of the 14th century. But, I think that maybe things will be ok. Wrong! Not only are the muffins flat but they stick to the bottom of the pan and crumble into my hands as I try to take them out. Now I have a pile of crumbled blueberry muffin bits.
Moral of this long over blow story? A muffin maker I am not!
OK, I must rant again.
Why the fuck are there people on this site that have nothing to fucking do with fantasy/scifi and art/writing? Here's a story that I'm sure is very common to the elftowners out there.....
Noticing that some new people had visited my house, and being slightly paranoid, I thought it might be a good idea to see who the hell they were. What I stumbled apon was a No Minded idiot. They had nothing whatsoever on their page to do with this site at all! Their description consisted of things they liked to do and bands they liked. They also used the word "halla" as in "to yell"........A
Ok, you must excuse me but I must rant for a moment.
What the bloody hell is with all the bloody religious people on Elftown? This is a community for FANTASY/SCIFI writers, rper's and artists. Last time I checked fantasy and god were kinda on the aposing sides of the spectrum, considering the fact that the fucking church hunted and burned pagans and magically rooted people for hundreds of years.
It's almost a contradiction for these people to be on this website. Oh and what the hell is with the insperational messages, the anti abortion shit, and the crap about god's forgiveness on peoples descriptions?! Let me clue you in. No one gives a Flying Fuck what you believe in. This is a site for creative people to present their work, not a place for mindless drones.
So all you religious junkies, please stop visiting my god damn house. I know many will think I'm being a bitch, and SURPRISE! Your right! So here's the long and short of it. Keep your brainwashed selves away from my work and don't think I'm a heathen and need saving cause that just a load of rubbish!