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Last Monday, G3 and I kept thinking it was Wednesday/tomorrow. G1 on the other hand was set on the fact that tomorrow was Thursday. A little known revelation- it was in fact just Monday, despite our beliefs to the contrary. By Tuesday, all of the lost time and confusion had been settled. When Thursday did actually become Thursday, G3 asked repeatedly over the course of conversation what day is it? As an upstanding member of the G-Force, G1 informed her that it was, in actuality, Thursday, despite G3’s absentminded references to yesterday as Monday and tomorrow as *Saturday.

Usually I’m the only Gmember who has issues with losing time, but neither G1 nor I believed that this was a case of lost time. To shorten a really long explanation on quantumness that I’m not even sure I truly understand (G1 is the Stargate Expert), we came to the conclusion that G1 was temporally shifted to the future.

It made sense. ish. And because it made so much sense, the G-Force gleefully accepted ’stuck in the future’ to explain temporal confusion, and we generally blamed the lapse in time across dimensions on the Universe.

I really should know better than to poke fun of The Powers That Be, especially when they’re in league with the Universe.

I think the confusion started when I changed my ringtone to the sound of the TARDIS in flight. The ringtone just happens to be exactly the same sound my police box USB hub-port makes when I plug in a new device or press a button on the side. Hn; what a strange and random happenstance.

Two days ago, I took a nap. I woke up in the future. My phone rang, confusing me as all get out because the light on the top of my police box was not flashing, and my sleep addled brain could not remember my phone. In my half conscious state, I tossed myself into my computer chair with a flat-line of brainwaves. The jostle from the fall coincidentally moved my curser over the timestamp on my PC. I’ve got my computer set up to pop-up with the date upon rollover. Friday, November 14, 2008.

What? I freaking thought this was the day after elections. The most outstanding recollection I could come up with was that I remember forcibly sitting down, in front of the TV, and watching McCain’s parting words. I remembered waiting annoyed at the media commentary for Obama’s acceptance speech. Then I remembered the odd, because it was short and stilted, conversation I had with my boss this morning. Hn. No wonder we had such an awkward conversation, I hadn’t spoken to her in over two weeks, and all’s I had to say was “I’m good.”

No- No way. I checked the calendar, and sure enough, Friday, November 14, 2008. I got up and checked the calendar in the kitchen. This didn’t tell me much because a few days had random marks that could have been a cross off. I got back on my computer and checked the Google Date/Time application on my homepage. Sure enough, it said Friday, November 14, 2008. This was so much weirder then reading about it in John Dies at the End.

Then, because I’m sure I’m not that freaking out of it, I remember my phone. Where is it? The phone tells me that I’m not crazy, and the date is not Friday, but Wednesday. I went about re-syncing my PC time clock.

Even after being reset, I turned on my computer this morning to find that today was Sunday, November 16, 2008. As I type this, even my Word Auto-Fill thinks this is so. I went back to my Google app just to check again, and I was shocked to see that for an instant (no longer than 4 seconds), it was actually Friday, November 30. I’m not sure what year it was, because I don’t think the 30th falls on a Friday this year. -_-

So, I am stuck in the future. Everything is getting saved to the future. Hn. I guess Detective Crews was right. We are not here. We are only more likely to be here then to not be here.

So, even as you read this, know: I am not here. I’m only more likely to be here, even if I am in the future.

*I’m not sure when the other days went.

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Everyone gets to a point where they think they’re going crazy. I continuously think I’ve passed that point long long ago, but then I reevaluate my crazy levels with those around me, and I’m not too shabby. To demonstrate, I’ll give a quick overview of thought process.

Most everyone is familiar with the process of ‘from Point A to Point B.’ Even those who do not follow this process understand that the idea behind A→B is that this is the quickest way to make a logical move. This is a step ladder process. In order to follow the thought process, everything needs to be in sequential order. Occasionally, someone will jump from point A→D. Everyone involved understands that the topic has remained the same, and most people can reason out how A made it to D. But problems start when someone goes from A→Q. Everyone understands that this is still the same topic, but no one gets what Q has to do with anything.

Another process I’ve seen is the building block concept. A foundation is laid, and each layer added to the argument gets more focused, eventually leading up to a point. Each layer is needed; otherwise the argument crumbles.

Then there’s the pie idea- each bit of logic is like a piece of pie, and every piece is needed to make a whole. Too much or too little and the pie doesn’t look to appetizing.

No matter what the tiny increments are, be they rungs in a ladder, bricks to a building or pieces of pie, all of these little details are needed to make a whole argument. The process comes with the way each bit of detail is strung together, stacked up, or added to make an argument successful.

When asked, I had a friend who said she thought like a computer- each new thought had its own file, in its own folder with its own tags. To make an argument, she would start in one place and lead us to her point, much like following a file path. This is the A→B process.

Another friend of mine said she thought like a post office. All her information came in one huge pile which she had to sort through or toss. Her form of argument was to take a big mess of information, group it by location, sort it out, and then pay attention to the bits of information that were important to that argument. This is the Building block idea- She starts with a lot of material, and steadily works it down to a specific point.

I think like cotton candy. Everything swirls around in a pink cloud of sugary confection, either getting rock hard with time or melting away in an instant. Every tiny fiber of blown sugar crosses and meshes, so that at any given time, my thoughts also cross and mesh. It all makes sense to me- everything is connected. I think of many things at once, impressions of thoughts that have no solid form. The best way to classify my thought process would be from megapixel to masterpiece. I understand that every littlest minute detail involved is needed to eventually form a big picture. This falls in with the pie idea- even if I do have a tendency to break things down a little too far.

That being said, I’ve been running against thought process that “Does Not Compute.” Is it any wonder that I’m feeling a bit crazy?

From Point A → Point Fish. The first reaction I had to this process was Fish? Huh? But the one making the argument tries to swim with it- and continues on in their own way. Along with this example is the point A to point Boot. Yes, I’m still just as equally confused as I was with the fish, but in this case the argument is dead in the water either way, so Boot it is. I’m fairly sure this is where the adage about the price of tea in China came from.

The other process that I’ve been having difficulty following is the word-association process. I’ve dubbed this thusly due to its complete lack of logic that I can comprehend. As far as I’ve been able to puzzle out, people who use the word-association process are just as equally confused as the rest of us: They hear a word, associate it with another word then attempt one of the processes mentioned above. The best way to demonstrate this would be to give examples:

The conversation is about being woken up by the lawn men cutting the grass. The response from the word-association process is, ‘what does recycling have to do with the guys mowing at 7am?’

The best I can guess is that ‘grass’ is associated with green→ recycling. Or, another example:

I bought a book on cupcakes because I like to bake. Response: “You don’t want to work at Kroger.”

What? Bake is associated with The Bakery, a part of Kroger. OR, maybe Bake is associated with food in Kroger? I dunno how the leap was made.

I thought something was wrong with me, but after a bit of evaluation, I’ve found that I’m good. It’... ]]> ~ChaseFarren http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/15998566/ http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/15998566/ Wed, 19 Dec 2007 10:12:55 PST
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Date this chart was completed: 07102007

Character's Full Name: The End of Chitteline Inn

Reason or meaning of name: the Inn is located just past the border of Chitteline. It's the last rest before Thosewoods Forrest. and it happens to be on the only known road through Thosewoods.

Nickname: Casahause

Reason: That's what Raen has always called it.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Age: Unknown

How old does s/he(it) appear?: it's not truly easy to guess because the Inn has been kept up, and it has extremely advanced building techniques. Maybe, if I had to guess, around 70 years old.

Hair Color: Sharp sloping thatched roof-Mostly grey, but Raen planted daffodils on it one year as a joke, and they've grown back every year since.

Eye Color: null

Glasses or contacts: 5 windows, with heavy duty shutters that can be propped up from the bottom

Weight: Usually there's no wait for the Inn, it may look like a three bedroom hut, but its so much more than that.

Height: A Raen and a half on the outsides, sloping up to 'taller than me and a footstool' to the center. So about 6 feet steeply sloped up to 18 feet at the highest.

Type of body/build: Solid wood frame with naked beams. Square with an extra room off to the side.

Skin type: outer-layer is mortared stone. Next is an insulating layer of hay, sod and sticks, all held in by the innermost-layer: a mortar, hay cement mixture covered in a coat of lie to make the walls white.

Shape of face: hexagonal (I think I need to draw a picture of this...)

Distinguishing Marks: There is a sign out by the road, and some child's drawings along the side of the Inn near the door.

Predominant feature: Hope. Its not what the Inn looks like, but what it represents.

Looks like: An old, run-down three bedroom hut with loft.

Is s/he(it) healthy?: I wouldn't know otherwise.

-If not, why not: see above.

FAVORITES:

Character's favorite color: The Inn seems to like blue. It's not a natural color, and it can't be found anywhere in the region.

Music: anything that doesn't suck. Music is hard to come by out in the middle of never-where. Needless to say, anyone with musical ability is appreciated.

Food: I have no idea what houses eat.

Literature: big fan. Not sure where Casahause learned how to read, but it does think and pick up information any way it can.

Expressions: Casahause Rules

Expletives: flair of the fire.

HABITS:

Smokes: yes.

-What? mostly the local wood in the area.

-When and how much? Constantly. It loves cooking and winter months.

Drinks: not usually

Hobbies: bothering/pestering others. Switching rooms around and redecorating.

BACKGROUND:

Hometown: null

Type of childhood: Unknown

First memory: Unknown, but Raen's first memory of Casahause had her running away from such a strange structure.

Most important childhood event that still affects him/her: Raen moving in permanently.

-Why?: She still lives there.

Education: very good

Religion: Multif...basically ancient religion that isn't practiced seriously anymore but everyone has heard of it. (think drewid)

Finances: Never had any problems. It decieded it liked Raen's offhanded mention of becoming an Inn and posted rules. With the rush for shelter in Beyond, business has been good.

FAMILY:

Mother: none

Relationship with her: -

Father: Unknown

Relationship with him: None

Siblings: No

-How many?:0

Birth order: -

Relationship with each: -

Children of siblings (neices/nephews?): None.

(these weren't on here because?)

Married/significant other: No

Relationship type: -

Children: Raen

Relationship: offers shelter and guidence

ATTITUDE:

Most at ease when: Raen is at ease, and Pandora is around

Ill at ease when: Raen is upset/hurt and Pandora is gone

Priorities: Protect its secrets, act as shelter, Raen's welfare

Philosophy: You can't control every situation, but you can give it a push in your favor.

How s/he feels about self: Proud. This Casahause preens.
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>>>>JOBS

1. What is your job now? Student

2. What do you want to be when you grow up? I want a job
that, ‘if I tell you about it, I’ll have to kill you.’

3. What would you HATE to do when you got older? Music teacher

4. Forget the rest of the world, your education, everything: What is your dream job? Genetic engineer…Like splicing animals together for giraffe kitties.

5. How much money do you want to make? Enough to live on, plus enough to die on.

6. They say that a person changes careers (not job descriptions) at least seven times during ones life. What careers will you hold?
>a. Soldier
>b. National Security Agent
>c. Politician
>d. Mom
>e. Teacher
>f. Morgue assistant
>g. Writer

7. How high on the ‘food chain’ will you be? At the top. I can’t seem to accept anything less

8. Do you want to be famous? No. I don’t want anyone knowing my name. Just my reputation.

9. What will others say about your work ethic? When she did work, she worked hard.

10. What age do you want to retire? 80ish, I get bored.


>>>>LIVING ARRANGEMENTS

1. What do you live in? I share a room in a townhouse

2.Where do you live? In Uruguay

3. What do you want to live in? A house

4. Where do you want to live? Somewhere in the Ozark Mountains

5. Is it new, used or just old or state of the art? Old place, with a state of the art inside

6. Who decorated the place? I did. Can’t you tell?

7. Is it child proof? Not yet, not time for it.

8. Is it sound proof? As much as I can get it

9. How long will it take to get from 1 to 3? Probably 12 years.

10. Will you have pets/non-pets? A cat. A very large cat/maybe a cow


>>>>RELATIONSHIPS

1. The best reason for marriage: Stability, and a daddy for the kiddies.

2. Will you get married? I don’t know. It might just be a paternal agreement with a really good friend.

3. Would you change your name? I don’t know yet. I have to meet the guy first.

4. What’s the ceremony like? Small, and outside somewhere, probably in my backyard of the house above. If I got married.

5. Did you plan it? Probably, with the help of my sister.

6. Is there a honeymoon? I want to go sailing for a week or more.

7. How many times do you foresee marriage in your future? If ever, only once. He’ll die, or I’ll kill him otherwise if there is any end to that marriage.

8. Any prospects for that position? Only in my mind…

9. Do you expect children? How many? 5. I only want to birth maybe 2, but five in all.

10. Regardless of whether you expect children or not, what are some prospective names for these kids?
>a. Girls: Edward, Liri, Murphy, Kalley, Aisling
>b. Boys: Edward, Dane, Burien, Hunter, Nathan


>>>>IN THE LONG RUN

1. Will you be happy if things don’t turn out like you planned? Probably, things don’t always happen the way we think they do, and plans change with age.

2. Will you keep in touch with your friends now? Of course. Most of them anyway.

3. Will you go back to the place you were raised? If my parents are still there, then yes. But I’ll never live there again.

4. How long will you live? As long as it takes.

5. Will it be easy? No, but I kind of know where I’m going, so I won’t be completely lost.

6. When you look back on where you are know, you’ll think: How did I actually do all that crap?

7. What matters most to you right now? finishing school

8. Will that count for something later? It better gawdamnit.

9. What worries you most right now? If I should second guess my impulsive decisions

10. Will that mean anything to you later? The worries will probably be the same later


>>>>OSTMORTEM

1. How did you die? Hopefully old, with all my brains intact, my body just couldn’t handle anymore.

2. What are your plans? Cremation, and scattered to the winds

3. Where will you be? In process of rebirth I hope.

4. What was your greatest achievement? My children

5. What was your biggest adventure? That time in my life that shall remain highly classified

6. Will your death make the news? It might. I might become a statistic, I might be a loved citizen, or I might just be a blip on the obits…

... ]]> ~ChaseFarren http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/11747251/ http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/11747251/ Fri, 09 Feb 2007 12:52:26 PST

100. First off, what is your name?
Chellie Gurl

99. What did you do last night?
Read and slept

98. Do you have a same sex best friend that you can talk to 24/7?
yeah

97. Do you have any siblings?
1 sister- 16
1 brother-18

96. Where are you exactly?
at the computer, in a chair, in my office, at the Write Site, 1st floor, CFO, South Campus, Texas Woman's University, off of Administration and Belle st, Denton, North Dallas, Texas, Southern Mid-West, United States, North America, North/West Hemispheres, Earth, 3rd planet from Sun star, Milky Way Galexy, Sector 6, Centronix of the Universe

95. Favorite color(s)?
orange and pale yellow

93. What does the 7th message in your [cell] text inbox say?
"hi baby girlllll I lOOOOOVvvvvv Youuuuuuuu. Just letting you know, so calll meeeee"

91. Who sits behind you in math?
I don't take math. I take other classes

90. Who sits to the left?
see above

89. Where is your mom right now?
Houston some where

88. Do you have any kids?
maybe later

87. Who is the 5th person you got a missed call from?
Jordan

86. Closest black object?
Keyboard

85. Closest silver object?
Watch on hand

Wait ... what the hell happened to 84?
It committed seppoku

83. Do you sing in the shower?
Yesshh.

82. Do you own any pets?
I'm adopting this summer

82. How does your hair look right now?
half up in a clip. I need a hair cut

80. Last time you listened to country music?
like earlier.

79. Have you ever been to a concert?
Of course.

78. If you could kill someone, who would it be?
Only one someone?

77. What are your fears?
going up.

75. What song do you hear right now??
i don't. i hear my coworker correcting a guy who has it right already.

74. How many drugs are in your system right now?
Ibuprofen

72. What are you wearing?
jeans/tee

71. Who was the last person to comment you?
I dunno. Jordan or Morgan

70. Do you sing?
Yes, and it sucks as a marvelous art form

69. Band?
Huh.

68. Scream or Country?
Techno?

67. Rock or Rap?
Rock.

66. Chocolate or vanilla?
Depends on my mood.

65. Who did you last call?
Mommy

64. Who last called you?
Housing Department

63. What jewelry do you wear daily?
Class ring/ JA heart ring on my middle fingers, Swatch, and Friendship bracelet

62. What are you doing right now?
This stupid thing ...

61. Who was the last person you said I love you to?
Anne

60. Would you die for someone?
Yes.

59. If so, who?
If I'm dead then it really doesn't matter.

58. Are you cold right now?
Yes. Very. It's 33 degrees outside and I feel like i need to go there just to warm up!

57. What do you smell right now?
moldy carpet

56. Do you have to pee right now?
no.

57. What did you dream about last night?
i dont remember, but it must have been interesting--my hands were on my breasts.

54. What are you doing today?
Working, apartment hunting

53. If an ex asked you back out, what would you say?
I don't have any Ex's

52. Favorite movie?
Of all time: Fifth Element, of most times: The Lonesome Dove

51. Do you curse?
guilty.

50. Bedsheets color?
Hearts with "love" in rainbow colors

49. Wall color?
Gnasty pale yellowish-brownish color. I think its supposed to be white

48. Carpet or wood in your room?
Tile with carpet over it

45. Do you have makeup on right now?
no.

43. Are you shy?
No, just private

41. Can you do a cartwheel?
YEAH! I did one recently and my friend caught my feet. I was stuck when they took a picture.

40.What's your favorite candle scent?
sandalwood spice

39. Ever gone a whole day without eating?
Yeah, i got a headache

38. America or Canada?
Texas

37. What makes you mad?
funky smells

36. What if you found out you were adopted?
It would figure. I'd probably belong to one of my aunts. I look too related to both sides of my family.

35. Jeans or sweatpants?
jeans. Sweatpants only before they've been put in the dryer.

34. Do you like guys with short or long hair?
I doesn't mat... ]]> ~ChaseFarren http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/10111285/ http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/10111285/ Mon, 18 Sep 2006 12:31:39 PDT who got it from

It's a character thing where you list twelve of your characters randomly and answer the questions accordingly.

1) Ben
2) Kalley Bertock
3) Carter Hyntch
4) Luscious Dane Etienne Sandalwood
5) Chase Hunter
6) Tenseishi
7) Marianna
8) Adrian
9) Pandora
10) Angelina
11) Logan
12) Owen

01) Who would make a better college professor, 6 (Tenseishi) or 11 (Logan)? What subjects would they teach?
Tenseishi, definitely. She’s actually a grown woman by the time life finally rolls around, whereas Logan doesn’t ever make it past 20. Plus Logan dies as a self sacrifice for reasons only he knows of—and Tenseishi happens to be a Time Sifter. She’d teach mythology, theology, and history

02) Do you think 2 (Kalley) is hot? How hot?
She’s pretty damn fine. I wouldn’t go so far as to call her hot, because that’s just demeaning. Elegant and sophisticated would fit better.

03) 12 (Owen) sends 8 (Adrian) on a mission. What is it, and does it succeed?
IF Owen ever needed anything, it might be persuasion. Where Owen is seriously lacking in people skills (as he’s only a people every now and then), Adrian makes up for it in spades. Throw Adam (Adrian’s OCD starchy /scarily identical twin brother) into the mix, and people just naturally flock to them. It’s creepy how they ooze charisma.
Mission = SUCCESS

04) What is or would be 9's (Pandora) favorite book?
Pandora is a Podma that got stuck in Cougar form. She was around long before writing was popular. Her favorite book might be something you’d find on a coffee table with lots of pictures.

05) Would it make more sense for 2 (Kalley) to swear fealty to 6 (Tenseishi), or the other way around?
Tenseishi to Kalley. Why? Because Kalley is the one that’s going to shift the powers of fate into the hands of the people. Tenseishi sifts around time, I’m sure she’ll see the upside to helping out.

06) For some reason, 5 (Chase) is looking for a roommate. Should he/she share a studio apartment with 9 (Pandora) or with 10 (Angelina)?
Chase would share with Pandora. She wouldn’t talk back, and she doesn’t have a crapload of compassion or care. Angelina needs human happiness to survive. Chase’s motto: Screw that.

07) 2 (Kalley), 7 (Marianna) and 12 (Owen) have dinner together. Where do they go, and what do they discuss?
They’d go to Marianna’s Inn. Most likely they’d talk about becoming other. Owen can change to (anything) other, Marianna has been around and housed tons of shifters, and Kalley’s shifting takes place across time and dimensions with alter personalities rather than form.

08) 3 (Carter) challenges 10 (Angelina) to a duel. What happens?
Carter would do it for the sheer fun of it. The duel would have to be something stupid like cramming marshmallows into one’s mouth, because anything that requires skill would be out. Carter would lose, but Angelina would appreciate the effort. Lina is empathetic to the point of telepathic/clairvoyant, and then on top of that, she’s a dragon. Dragons have big mouths.

09) If 1 (Ben) stole 8's (Adrian’s) most precious possession, how would s/he get it back?
Things would get interesting. Adrian’s most precious possession just happens to be a charm necklace. He and his brother both have one, and each charm represents a conquest. I’m fairly certain Ben and Adrian would have a time of it, considering Ben’s extensive training in all clandestine fields whereas Adrian and Adam are newbie specialists in recon and information. Ben’s only reason for stealing the chain might be to give the twins a runaround, or to take one of the charms.

10) Suggest a title for a story in which 7 (Marianna) and 12 (Owen) both attain what they most desire.
Title, humm. They both come from the same story arch, but each has their own agenda. One for both of them might be something like: Continuing Change, Peaches and Daylight

11) What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted 4 (Luke) and 1 (Ben) to work together?
Both men have a major weakness for high-tech transportation, especially if it’s fast and has lots of cool gadgetry.

12) If 7 (Marianna) visited you for the weekend, how would you get along?
We would probably swap family stories and agree in argument form that men are dumb.

13) If you could command 3 (Carter) to p... ]]> ~ChaseFarren http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/9760222/ http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/9760222/ Thu, 17 Aug 2006 12:54:22 PDT - Michelle
- Chellie
- Sister

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
- I'm good under pressure
- My smile still reaches my eyes
- I'm full of all sorts of random information

THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
- I'm a good lier
- I don't try. At school, at work, at friendship...Its kinda crappy of me.
- I lose pairs of things, espcially socks and earrings.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
- French
- Native American
- Scottish

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
- turning into my aunt
- Finding out the voices in my head aren't just creative lisence
- Being forgotten by someone I'm close to

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
- Good tennis shoes
- Computer time
- Family time/ wind down time after work

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
- tennis shoes
- OMG whore blue eyeliner
- class ring

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:
- Evan's Blue
- Matchbox 20
- the Fray

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE ALBUMS:
- What
- exactly is
- an Album?

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
- I've been working +80 hours a week
- I spend more money on books than I do on gas/car insurence combined
- I will never move back home again.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
- Violin Practice
- Buy a Tablet PC
- Skiing in Switzerland

THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
- Clean the Meat locker at work
- sleep for more than 8 hours at a time
- Fix my hair the same way more than once

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
- Reading
- Sleeping
- Meeting crazy new people

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
- Go back to school (AKA move out of the house)
- Take a vacation
- get a massage

THREE JOBS YOU'D CONSIDER DOING OTHER THAN THE ONE YOU HAVE:
- Spy Techie
- Toy tester
- Actress

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
- Vancoover
- Japan
- St. Thomas

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
- Kiss a famous person
- Operate heavy machienery
- wear a wedding ring ]]> ~ChaseFarren http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/9758865/ http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/9758865/ Thu, 17 Aug 2006 10:43:27 PDT ^..^< SHWANK!



Hokay. So. Now that thats out of my system, on to bigger and better things.



I got a hair cut. Now, normally this wouldnt be news, or even blog-worthy, but it merits mention. I got my hair cut. And colored. For the first time since 8th grade, Ive got a different style. Change is definitely good on this one. Anyone out there whos undergone a +10 hair removal knows that it can sometimes be a traumatizing event. I walked out of that hole in the wall salon (Hair Salon off of Fairbanks N. Houston next door to a no name gas station) feeling like this is how it should be.



My newest nickname? Sass. Not bad, considering most people just call me Chellie.



PLANT UPDATE: The poor unfortunate plant never did get its name. It died, contrary to all efforts made by my green thumb father. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!)



Im getting more and more excited about moving back to school. Its making me giddy. Work people must think my processor is on the fritz because of my extreme O_o; wonkiness lately.



Speaking of processors, my poor baby is sick. My brothers pornographic endeavors tainted my CPU into a sizzling mess. My computer, MINE, has more Trojans than my brother does. Bless the people at Komp+ for trying to right the wrongs of perversity and destruction.



Just some random fun moments in my life lately:



~> My brother quit football and joined the water polo team. Now its his senior year in high school, so already hes catching crap from the coaches and former teammates. I found out yesterday that Daves been shaving (buzzing) his upper back.



After asking about his first day of school, we inevitably got around to the merits of a Speedo. The digression of that discussion moved more important and interesting topics such as full body waxes. Because everyone knows school, Speedos, and body waxing is the natural progression of a conversation



Mi Madres input on the whole ordeal was the best part, Dave would be cute all decked out for swim-team. Haha. HA!



For further understanding to all of you who dont know: my brother is the modern equivalent of a Neanderthal. Hes large, bulky, hairy, and arrogant. My response: Cute would not properly define David all Speedoed and hairy. David would look like a Fuzzy block of Man Flesh.



Davids response: Thanks, insert raised eyebrow here.



Next came the discussion of the cost of full body waxing, which apparently my brother knows more about than I do. Because of course we all know how often my brother visits the nail place to get waxing (uh-never).



~> Another fun moment in my life: Hauling my CPU into the computer store. More than anything I want a Tablet PC. Its becoming an obsession. My dad calls it a healthy motivator. The fun part: As I was hauling my CPU inside, I was glomped by a drone who passed it on to another drone who passed it on to someone who could help me. As all of this passing was happening, my CPU almost hit the ground 3 times. In accordance to the three-fold laws of fate and fairytales, that damned Tablet PC is still not meant to be. If it was, then that freaking CPU would be in pieces right now, and Id be shopping online instead of typing blogs on my lunch hour.



Ive decided to try out The Melting Pot, a fondue restaurant, before the concert on Saturday. Anyone ever been there? ]]> ~ChaseFarren http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/9649608/ http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/9649608/ Tue, 08 Aug 2006 14:24:03 PDT
Shmello world. It's been longer than I would have cared to believe, but yeas, I'm back online.

Two jobs equals exhaustion, and Kudos go out to anyone who's ever done it: You've got balls. And tha's about all I'ma gun- ta say on tha matta.

What's up with the rest of life? Well, I obtained an amazing plant. It has become one of my closest friends these past couple weeks. I'm pretty sure it's female, because it's all colorful and it closes up it's leaves at night. I'm still trying to come up with a name for her. I'm thinking Rageous is pretty cool. Or maybe I'll be totally original and call it Maranta after it's Genus name. I named my damned fish Pesco after all.

Even as a female I think it will remain an It. I'm not too partial to plants. Maybe we just haven't been through enough together. If she survives a semester at school then well get buddy-buddy.

Notice the new 'about me' section? I re-read it today and thought it made me sound cynical. And weird. But, alas, I'm too tired to change it, and I don't really have a set image to stick to.

This morning as I was waking up, I've decided that I'm a Living Contradiction. Not to be confused with a Paradox, which cancels itself out, I'm more like a snail race than a die to live kinda gal. Then again, I just looked up 'paradox' and the definition is 'self-contradictory.' Does that make me a living example of a hypocrite?

GAh! What I'm trying to get at-ish-around is this: (oooh-mee-gawed; I swear I just heard my dad's words spill out of my subconscious and onto the processor) It seems that I'm constantly surprising people.

I thought I was a little more straightforward, easier to read. It's not altogether a bad thing, just something that gave me pause. Apparently, I'm quirky. And after thinking about it some, I kinda like startling a laugh out of others. Even getting a weird funny scrunchy face from someone I've known for years makes me happy. Then, when I laugh at them for laughing at me, it sets all sorts of interesting things in motion.

I never realized how incredibly (Gloomy? Dreary? Snooty? Unhappy?) drab some peoples' lives must be that they can't laugh at themselves, or find humor in little everyday situations. It makes me want to try harder to be funny.

Why am I bringing this up? Back to the living contradiction thingy, despite not having a reputation of any merit, I am a happily optimistic person. My 'about me' just doesn't say so. That I'm even bothered enough to say something arguably means that I don't want yall to think I'm stuck in this delusional paranoid and-Im-happy-so-there-damnit cynical attitude. Which is true too. Then I go and label myself as a Living Contradition when I'm trying to say that I shift labels fairly often, because I like too many to pick just one at a time. . .

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Oooh! I bought Evans Blue tickets at Verison August 19th. I've been listening to their CD exclusively for the last month. I think I've been brainwashed or something. BUT WHO CARES? ~I'm ~going ~to the ~con~cert~! I'm beyond overkill on these songs, but I just can't seem to help myself.

On that note; I discovered a new (relatively speaking) band on MySpace. They call themselves The Aerodrone, and I currently have them tuning up my 'Space. They also have t-shirts and AIM, because we all know those two things go hand in hand. Kevin (the guitarist? A band member anywho--) left me a comment, making me all warm and fuzzy feeling. Therefore he gets especially special mention here. They're worth checking out. And the musics pretty good too.



That's life in a hanging potted Prayer Plant (which has no name).
So, without further ado and with much love,
I bid thee farewell. ]]> ~ChaseFarren http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/9088207/ http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/9088207/ Fri, 16 Jun 2006 14:35:08 PDT Current mood:
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

I feel like I'm being haunted and it's driving me crazy. For the past couple of nights, I've been having dreams of a wedding--Mine to be exact. It's rather frightening. For one, I'm not currently in a relationship, nor am I even considering playing domestic just yet.

I've never sat down and planned out my wedding. After spending a year at Texas Women’s University, this is an oddity. Surrounded by girl talk and dreamy sighs, I felt disconnected to it all.

Now, I won't really have to, considering I've slept through my wedding 5 times already. The weirdest part is, is that it's been arranged. Almost like playing Bachelorette, I show up to a large party with everyone in (extreme) formal wear. The Queen (I'm assuming, from her lofty power play and dashing male toy servants) declares that I'm to be wed. In my dream this is not any new news, that’s why we're here after all. But that's later on.

At the start of the dream, I'm getting ready at my junior high science teacher's house (Coach Cramer). I've got my hair done and my makeup almost done because I keep fumbling with my fake nails. I'm in my lingerie and a School House Rock tee-shirt, with my black lace up heels. My Jackie runs in smiling like a fool, dragging the man I was kind-of falling in love with behind (I think his name was Ambrose).

Up to this point in my dream, I had moved in with a guy named Damien, who was like my brother, and Jordan, who wasn't there most of the time, because she was always working. Coach C was dating Damien’s older sister, but all of the guys were getting ready over at her place because ours was too small.

A few months prior, I had been dumped by a guy that I was head over heels in love with (Josh?) because I wasn't _____ enough. Fill in the blank with any positive remark you can come up with. At the time, Ambrose and I were platonic friends, and he ended up calming the storm that was about to break down over Josh's parade.

My friends wanted to kill him. But I still loved him, sorta, and I knew he was being a stupid guy trying to make everything right by pushing me away because he thought I deserved better. Dumb Ass. I'll try not to rant about that one...Anyway; Ambrose stepped in and distracted everyone else with his wealth and charm giving me time to get over the whole ordeal. Instead he end up as the rebound, but I was hesitant to let it go too far too fast because of 'rebound' implications. In the end it turned out to be too little too late, by then his aunt had come into the picture.

Ambrose was carrying a box and a wistful smile. As a wedding gift, he picked out my gown. I wasn't too into even putting effort into this shindig at all. But he insisted, so I let him do all the shopping.

It was a white satin full length halter dress, with black beaded appliqué spilling down the bodice in a princess cut. It was drastically backless, coming to a point just above decency, showing off my lower back tattoo (A dagger through a heart).

My adoptive father had given me a ceremonial dagger just like it as a gift, but the dress allowed me to wear it laying over the tattoo. A simple black satin bow broke the white and allowed a bottom layer of black lace to wrap around to the left. Jackie helped me get ready- way more excited than I was. Ambrose shooed her out to give me a pep talk. He wasn't in the running for groom, seeing as he was the Queens nephew.

Then, we're at the white tie affair, and the Queen makes the announcement as if its something new. At this point, I don't know who the candidates are, as I'm kneeling in a curtsy on a stair up to the dais. Behind me the men are assembled. Ambrose is very steadfastly looking straight ahead to his aunt's right. To her left, the man that put me in this position (he was the first thing I saw after waking up to find my family gone) looking bored tried to smile at me. I was more than a little put out with him at the moment.

When I was able, I turned around to see the Queen's hand picked candidates for her daughter. I felt she used the term a little too loosely for my tastes. I would have taken darling or child over daughter any day. Then I wouldn't be looking out at my future groom(s).

There were 7 of them, among them stood Damien, Coach C, Josh, and some guy that I'd seen in photos around my house (I bought the estate fully furnished, but I was gutting the place slowly but surely). I immediately ruled out Coach C with reassuring eye contact to Damien’s sister. The Photo guy was the second to go, because anyone who could completely ditch his grandparents house s... ]]> ~ChaseFarren http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/9069521/ http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/9069521/ Wed, 14 Jun 2006 18:04:00 PDT
Tagged by ~charpal

1: When I sit down to watch a movie, or in the middle of a meeting/class, I have the urge to pop my fingers. Usually I have to stop myself.

2: I just recently acquired an imaginary friend, Luscious Sandalwood. I’ll tell y’all about him later. As a child, I never had an imaginary friend. They were all characters for stories, never actual friends with face-to-face interaction…

3: I will eat anything once. And sometimes twice, even though I know I don’t like it. Maybe its wishful thinking that that something will taste better later. Maybe I was hoping that I was wrong the first time, and it really did taste okay.

4: I have some of the most certifiably weird dreams ever. I dream in Technicolor, and I might as well be awake for all of the rest I get when I’m dreaming. I’m a very active participant in my dreams, to the point of waking up not knowing where I am or even who’s body I’m supposed to be in. My roommate tells me when I start talking too much in my sleep.

5: I’m thinking about joining the Navy. I dunno though. But I’m leaning toward it.

6: My hair changes color over the summer. Drastically it changes from a medium brown to fiery red to pink, until the brown fades completely to blond leaving the red. It weirds me out, and I started dying my hair in the winter and putting sunscreen in it when I go outside.

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I would do 2 more, but I don’t have that many people friended… ]]> ~ChaseFarren http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/8759747/ http://ChaseFarren.deviantart.com/journal/8759747/ Sat, 13 May 2006 14:01:44 PDT
We share a closer likeness than I care to ponder on. Considering all of my main characters happen to be predominantly female, and all of them have some sort of physical trait in my likeness, it’s surprising that Chase is how I see myself.

He is a trained leader, when by nature, he's rather apathetic. The only reason Chase does anything of his own volition is because no one else is around to get the job done right the first time. ‘Incompetent fools, all of them.’ Of course, these thoughts would never be voiced except among friends; he’s very diplomatic. Manipulatively so. One might find that they’ve agreed to something before thinking it over properly.

The name means Hunter, Wanderer. Because that’s where we’re both at in our lives. Wandering aimlessly looking for things we’ve never experienced, both of us are somewhat trapped in circumstance. All of the answers are right there, yet sometimes getting what we want the most is harder on us than the search itself. But that’s life, and we wouldn’t take it any other way. It would cheapen the experience in the end.

We’re both somewhat impulsive. Calculated impulsiveness, that’s us. Want to do something? Go somewhere? Buy something? Like someone? Quick mental rundown of everything/everyone affected, then: Sure. Why not? Hell no! It’s not conducive to a productive environment.

We keep our friends close, and enemies: Who needs them? They don’t serve a purpose, and ultimately, they’re just a hindrance. Its more enjoyable watching them ruin themselves, why bother helping the inevitable?

My name is Michelle Renae. Specifically named after the archangel, it means ‘One who is like God, Reborn.’ Hells yeah, I couldn’t have asked for a better burden. In Chase’s story, names have the power to define a person. I only hope I’m doing him justice.

“That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.”

He’d still be Chase.

* * *

Formerly known as Avedis, bringer of good news, he was one of many under EiXip command. That is, until one day Alexia gave him a name.

Chase Farren Hunter

A name not to be taken for granted. For names have the power of identity, and this Avedis had been trained to keep identities safe.

“Hunter. Wanderer. Predator.”

A name he could live up to. An identity he would covet. ]]> ~ChaseFarren