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Judging on their name, one would assume that a shamblefluff would be something fluffy that shambles... Well, you wouldn't be far from the truth...
So what is a shamblefluff exactly?
Well, let's have a bit of a gander. Shall we?
Full name: Shamblefluffs
Other terms/Local names for the species: Cotton rollers, cotton fairies
Appearance: Shamblefluffs are small, fluffy humanoids that are comprised of a stubby body. They have brown/tanned skin. And a thick layer of fur across their back and arms, which is extremely long and course, similar to that of sheep and cotton, giving them their name. Their eyes tend to be a solid black, and they have a small nose and mouth. Their features apart from this are usually bland, however they tend to adorn themselves with paints, accessories and styles in order to stand out from one another. They tend to travel as one large group, and as such look like a giant mass of shambling fluff (hence their full name)
Locations/Climates they are found in: Thick forestry areas that are subject to intense weather conditions. Such as extreme fluctuations of cold or heat.
Diet: regular Shamblefluffs are omnivores, however other subspecies within the group can either be carnivores or herbivores.
Nature (Aggressive, passive, exedra): They tend to be relatively social and rather pleasant, as they prefer to talk and barter with other humanoids (with the exception of the more tribal subspecies, that can sometimes hunt them for sport)
Culture: in general, a group of Shamblefluffs have their own cultural rules, histories and parts per group. However, for the most part, thir groups are commonly made up of individual professions with a single queen at the center. The queen is in charge, and is the soul leading force of the Shamblefluff group. If the queen dies, then the next queen is chosen on popularity and knowledge
Life span: 40-80 years
They tend to vary a hollow, light weight homestead in the centre of the mass, which they use to sleep inside when either night rolls around, or when certain workers need to rest (this home is usually in the form of a wooden log, giant shell, or any natural/handmade source that can be squeezed inside as a home.)
Scout Shamblefluffs tend to be far smaller then the rest, while worries are much larger. This varies depending on group, however.
The smallest tend to be around the size of a human foot, while the largest can stand up to a humans waist
As part of a defensive mechanism, Shamblefluffs will drag an attacker into their bundle, pinning them down in the centre of them. They will then cause the individual to cook to death under the mass of fur, before then either stripping it apart if it was a usable animal or something they could use for food, or throw it away/burry it if it were a humanoid (although some will still use the first option, however it is commonly shunned upon, and is only ever done in times of need to prevent starvation)
Variations within the species:
They tend to vary in appearance based on their role within the shamble. Worries tend to be a bit larger and muscular, while groomers tend to have specialised tusks for parking fur, exedra
List of subspecies:
Appearance: just like ordinary Shamblefluffs, but their fur is a red/dark red/black rather then the standard shade of white, grey and gold. They also have sharper teeth and tusks in some cases
Locations/Climates they are found in: deserts, volcanic regions and forestry areas prone to sporadic climates
Diet: carnivores (the tribal groups are known to hunt and feed on other intelligent life too)
Nature (Aggressive, passive, exedra): aggressive for the most part, with the exception of those living closer to civilization, as they tend to be either friendly to other humanoids or at the very least avoid them. More tribal ones will eat intelligent life, however.
Culture: they tend to prefer hunting as a pack, utilizing small weapons and tusks to hunt and kill prey. Intelligent life in tribal variants tend to be seen as a more spiritual hunt, and thus gives way for warriors to prove themselves in battle.
Life span: 40-60 years
Tribal variants are far more aggressive then those who are around civilization
They tend to enjoy places that are far warmer and more open
Although they travel as a group, they will fight other groups of shamblefluffians, and the winning group will take the losers in and use them as workers, only allowing them to become warriors when they prove themselves
Appearance: similar to Shamblefluffs, with the exception of their fur being more green, dark green and mint in coloration. Their fur also tends to contain thick, sharp thorns, as well as being far heavier and more course
Locations/Climates they are found in: thick forests, jungles and any places filled with crevices and foliage
Diet: herbivores. They tend to enjoy vines and other vine-like plant life and vegetation, such as ivy
Nature (Aggressive, passive, exedra): very defencive. They tend to huddle together when approached, and are overly cautious, even around other humanoids.
Culture: they tend to live in smaller groups, but are always looking out for one another. They will usually consume leaves, vines and other creeper plants until they need to move ,and will do so as a large group. Shamblethorns don't have a queen, and instead work as a services group, working with other groups of shamblethorns when needed, but otherwise sticking in smaller groups.
Life span: 70-88 years
Their fur tends to be Incredibly sharp, accompanied by solid spines in their backs. These can usually cause immense lacerations, killing most species from exsanguination
They tend to work well with other species, oftentimes accepting protection from other humanoids in exchange for them eating pest creeper plants from taking over farmsteads and the like.
Appearance: exactly like normal Shamblefluffs in base appearance, however they can vary drastically due to their introduction In to civilised life. This can include styles of hair; including trimmed variations, colours and even race-okenos (Due to parents being a mix of shamblefluff and any other variation of humanoid species) based on the area they have grown up in throughout life.
Locations/Climates they are found in: Civilised planets (or within civilization on many planets)
Diet: omnivores; tend to eat anything, so long as it fits into a regular humanoid diet.
Nature (Aggressive, passive, exedra): varies depending on upbringing and type of civilization. Brought up within. Varies from individual to individual.
Culture: varies based on civilization brought up in and their own family history.
Life span: average of 70-300 years
Unlike other Shamblefluff species, Cottonfluffs don't travel as a group, and are independent (as such, no queens exist either)
They tend to be far taller then others. And are usually waist height, but this varies from individual to individual
Okeno Cottonfluffs tend to maintain their fur and their eyes, but will usually take in their other special traits, including normal height (but will always be slightly shorter then most, due to their overly short nature)
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There is always one anime that really stands out to you, that really makes a difference to you. There's always one show that you want everybody to watch and love just as much as you do (if not more). That show for me is Steins;Gate.
I remember a few years ago, a friend recommended this show for me to watch. I was still relatively new to watching anime and my taste in shows was, what i would consider now, rather lame. Even then, I was mesmerized by this show. It dragged me in and completely hooked me from episode 1.
Since then, I have watched this show countless and countless of times, it never losing its appeal. It still makes me cry, gives me goosebumps, and puts me on the edge of my seat. I catch new things I missed in previous watchings almost every time I rewatch it.
I feel that Steins;Gate is so underappreciated and not nearly as popular as it should be. There must've been so much thought and time put into creating such a complete masterpiece. It really delves deep into topics not usually presented in anime and takes it above and beyond what I would have expected.
Steins;Gate is originally a visual novel game that was later adapted into an anime. I didn't play the actual visual novel till years later after I had already rewatched the show a few times. The visual novel, obviously, is much more complex and explains things in a much deeper way.
OKAY, so, you are all probably wondering.. "What is it even about Rini?" Well, don't worry! I will explain that now!!
Steins;Gate takes place in Akihabara, Japan following the story of main character Okabe Rintaro (whom likes to be called "Hououin Kyouma!"). Okabe is a self proclaimed 'mad scientist' who runs his own lab with two friends Mayuri and Daru. There he creates tons of mostly useless experiments. One day, however, he accidentally steps into territory that should not be stepped in. He accidentally creates a time machine. Given the opportunity to stop research or continue, he continues.
This glorious anime sheds light as to what the horrors of time travel would be and what it could lead to. It makes use of the Butterfly Effect, separate world lines, etc. As you follow Okabe through this intense story-line, you watch as he descends into TRUE madness (not his self proclaimed madness). I cannot stress enough how incredible of a show this is. It can be a tad slow at the start, but it really sets off around episode 12 or so and it's nonstop from that point on.
I want more people to give this show the chance it deserves, as its just entirely underrated.
So I was finally able to stop procrastinating and get stuff done. And here is 30+ seconds of my animated webcomic.
30 seconds is a lot of work for an animator. Although this isn't full animation just limited animation. And to be honest this is the easy part.
It gets harder from here.
It also feels weird as I don't know where to categorize it. It's a motion comic. But it's not Marvel or DC. There are no super heroes here.
It's not a web anime series as it's not 100% animated. It's not a web manga either as it's colored and has some animation.
It's not a webtoon as most webtoons have Asian settings. And focuses mostly on Romance.
But yeah I think I've rambled on long enough. Here is the link to the first 30+ seconds: (Let me know what you think)
If you have ever found yourself looking for hidden gems in anime, chances are you've seen Sword of the Stranger listed there? Perhaps not. This particular anime is about twelve years old now and revisiting it yesterday, I still cannot believe how well this masterpiece has aged. If it has at all.
So, here's the rundown: A swordsman from a strange land is caught in a struggle between morality, righteousness, and devotion as he reluctantly agrees to take a raggedy boy and his dog to a remote, Buddhist temple.
Sword of the Stranger is a 2007 Japanese anime film directed by Masahiro Andō and produced by the animation studio Bones. Screenplay by Fumihiko Takayama, music by Naoki Satō and outstanding cinematography by Yohei Miyahara. The language of this film is Japanese and Mandarin. The English-dub released in 2009. Personally prefer the Japanese/Mandarin dub but you can't go wrong with either.
The first thing I noticed about this anime, was the incredible background art by Atsushi Morikawa (most famously noted for Cowboy Bebop: The Movie). Atsushi Morikawa has an incredible eye for detail but I've always been ecstatic seeing his colors and their contrasts.
"I try to make good use of lines. I render the exterior and a certain amount of the detail with lines, and then color it in. I color these lines differently depending on things like time of day, season, whether it's an indoor or outdoor scene. Whatever's appropriate, and try to make it so that each location has a different feeling. Outdoor scenes in winter might have a lot of dark blues, or I might use brown for an indoor scene." - Atsushi Morikawa
I also appreciate the historical research he does to translate the era/environment he'll be working on. In this case, The Sengoku period.
The anime itself continues to be refreshing in it's fluidity, raw action and complementing musical scores that distinguish from the typical Samurai motif. Perhaps the most interesting and unique undertone of this film surrounds the idea and concept of foreigners; belittled and ostracized for their physical differences. In a land that prides itself on sophistication and civility, both our protagonist and antagonist face a share of discrimination for hailing from other lands. With Luo-Lang from the Western world, often criticized for his blond hair and blue eyes. Nanashi, the Ronin-Spoiler
Later we discover Nanashi conceals bright red hair and his last memory was of being the only survivor to a sinking ship. Implying that he might actually be from the North, possibly the Celtic nations (that's just my guess though).
The irony is that both Luo-Lang and Nanashi have greater respect and sense of integrity that their surrounding parties/affiliations do not. It was a nice dynamic coming from the outlook of the reputable feudal scenes in anime.
To truly immerse yourself in the phenomenal fight sequences, you simply need to watch the movie. I highly recommend it and hope you like it just as much!
Spoiler warning on the video!! It's the last scene of the movie but arguably the greatest artistically choreographed sword fight of the time. It does reveal the ending entirely, so avoid if you're interested in seeing the movie. If there's anyone out there that's already seen it, I've primarily posted it for you. So we can remember that this movie is about twelve years old now!
Also, not a spoiler; you're free to listen! My favorite track from the ost. Ah, the good memories.
If you ever get around to this movie or have seen it already, what are your thoughts on it?
Sorry it has been awhile work has gotten me so busy.
Anyways wanted to talk about something new I watched recently called Black Fox.
Who doesn't love a badass female woman. It starts off nice and sweet. As the main protagonist Rikka Isurugi is the gra
ndchild of the Isurugi clan of ninja warriors. Her father is scientist who wanted to go a different route from having to kill. She trains with her grandfather but like her father she rather help than hurt. However after growing up and returning to tell them some good news her world is shattered and well she decides to take up the role of avenger. She changes her name and begins her quest and well I leave the rest for you to watch. Can't give it all the way. If you are a sappy person like me make sure you have tissue handy there are a few cry moments in there. I give this a thumbs up I hope they make it into a series. Right now there is movie/ova.
P.S. I totally want to cosplay this.
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In the profession of history, often times we encounter a few choice sayings that the general population has grown accustom to hurling our way. Each and every time I heard one of these sayings, in school, I would get agitated. Every time I hear the other, now, I get even more irritated.
'You're studying history? So, you're going to teach then!'
I know this is hard for some people to grasp, but the history field has one of the most dynamic skillsets of any profession. You require knowledge of literature, ability to conduct academic research, ability to write in an academic format, have organizational skills, have problem solving skills, be able to form theories with miniscule quantities of information, and - anymore - we have to be computer savvy. We'll ignore for a minute that History B.A.'s are also a favorite path of law schools for perspective students.
So, that means I could teach (if I liked being underappreciated and spit on by students and probably the administration). But more likely, I could be a librarian, be a researcher, work in government (local, state, or federal), aid in archeological research, aid in academic research, write, office automation, office administration, secretarial work, archive, work at a museum, work at a historic site, work as a park ranger, be a lawyer, go into politics, work for a publishing firm, work as an appraiser, work as a historian or historic advisor...do I need to go on?
But this doesn't bother me near as much anymore (mostly because I'm employed and am now at a graduate level - that question is easily shot down), so much as this:
"You guys only have to study history though..."
In my undergrad, I worked in the archive where I currently work (though I wasn't getting paid then). Rather, I just worked in the archive and I don't just work there now. Anyway...
Part of my job then was to do the basic historians duty of making heads and tails of what was in front of me. In my case, that consisted of reading through extremely elaborate and detailed technical reports on various weapons systems. I read about ballistic studies, engineering reports, studies on digital azimuth's, fire control platforms, and various forms of climatological impacts. That's just to name a few. I was tasked with sorting these into a database in a searchable format that people could read and understand. So, of the 2,500 entries, I had to read them all, make sense of them, and then parse them into something the general public would actually search for. Chances are you aren't going to be looking for a ballistics study on a gun, but you might look for the firing range or angle of that gun. I had to make sure that data was programmed and available.
Likewise, when a historian takes on a subject, they have to assume specialty expertise on that subject. For example, I could not write a research paper (25-50 pages) on the P-51 Mustang unless I assumed some sort of expertise on the subject. I may need to know things about the Army Air Force, the Air Force, North American Aviation Company, aviation as a subject, and engineering - to know what the P-51 did that was better or worse than its contemporaries. If I'm writing on the history of heart surgery in the United States, I am going to have to have fundamental knowledge on the processes and history of surgery and heart surgery (and treatments) in the United States. That information isn't just present in the realm of history, but to the realm of medicine as well.
A historian's duty, in a dull sense, is to know "stuff", and report on it in such a way that it remains replicable or applicable. It is our job to preserve a period or issue in time and ensure it isn't forgotten, whatever the reason may be. That means we learn history - not as a profession - but as a skill. To a historian, our degree certifies a skill, the knowledge and specialty comes after that skill is procured.
Sugar and Spice & Everything nice, that’s what Fall is made of.
When it comes to a favorite fall beverage, do you go on a hunt for the perfect Pumpkin spiced beverage?
Or are you after a hot apple cider?
To me, there’s nothing better than a steaming cup of spiced apple cider to warm you up on a chilly day. It started when I was little, taking a tour of an old historic township, where they displayed old fashioned mills and field games. Once we finished the tour, we lined up for a glass of warm old fashioned cider. The experience was one of a kind, and I find myself wanting to go back to have another taste of that famous cider. Or at least, my hunt for a good cider continues year after year to find a pleasing memory.
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I remember the days when all you had to do was worry about going to school and watching cartoons. Your elementary teachers who gave out hugs as much as they gave out candy and good advice. Maybe you had some homework that you threw off for awhile or it was easy and you got it done right away. Your teen celebrities that you had a crush on growing up. That summer camp you went to as a kid. When the only real issues you had to deal with was offline bullies and chores that you didn't really want to do but you did anyway. Friends you'd make. Or didn't make. Authentic people who truly cared about you and you them.
Now everything has changed so much. The teen idols you grew with are either on drugs, considered obsolete, or dead. Rent and Bills are your indefinite companions. Bullies are now cyber as well as tangible. People seem either fake or unconcerned. Cartoons you grew up with as a child are considered old school. Music now sounds the same with no variety. Losing so much now than you ever have as a child. And now using nostalgia as a way of coping with a horrid future.
I miss the way it was.
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Before my friends and I started watching anime we were just people who would play sports everyday talk and so on we didn't do much in our lives really...
Until one day my friends came back with a happy look one their faces different then most days they told me they watched something called "Anime" they began telling me how it was like how amazing and how amazing it was. Later that night I decided to watch anime for myself so I did I watched Totoro once I finished watching the movie it felt like i changed into a whole new person. The next day I told my friends I watched anime from their we found different new amines together such as
Attack on Titan
My hero Academia
Dragon ball z
Your lie in April
Kimi no na wa
and many more I have to say anime has brought me closer with my friends and has taught me so much like to all ways follow your dreams the life of a human sorrow and much more.
I'm really glad I started watching anime when I did now I know over 100 anime's. I'll continue to watch anime as there is so much more I still haven't watched yet!
Anyway that's all bye
Greetings and Salutations lovelies,
After hibernating in the hyperbolic time chamber, I have returned! There is so much going with anime, that I am dumbfounded as to where to start! Tell me what's going on in the anime world, what's new? What's back? What do you like so far? What should I look into?
Your friendly neighborhood Weeb Witch,
The Minnesota Shuffle
Losing a place to live due to shady landlords, "Minnesota nice" - meaning passive-aggressive, manipulative, shady housemates, or getting the building bought from under you and the new owners taking over your lease, or you're a family getting kicked out with only a month notice which is the legal minimum requirement
Changing jobs due to management micromanaging, manipulative shady employers, ignorant coworkers.
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So, it seems for the past 2 years I have been trying to land my dream job (not just preparing for it but applying too). This has been a very very long and painful process, and at this point, I can confess... I have rewritten my resume likely over 150 times in two years...and my cover letters...I have around 120 or so. That's a lot of writing. I remember the Dean of my school once saying "Anyone who claims to enjoy writing is a liar" and I raised my hand and said, "I actually like writing....sir....." Haha! Didn't earn me any points with that guy but ah well. I do love writing stories. I'm still working on my short (the one I meant to be around 15 pages long that has turned into 120 pages and counting) story on the side but writing all of these resumes and cover letters has given me a different perspective to writing. I've even written resumes and cover letters for my friends (I tell all my friends they must expect to spend a minimum of 4-8 hours with me for a resume, and another 8-16 hours for a cover letter - the information you have to drag out of people to write these is insane) and darn....I make those things look great! One of my friends worked as a cleaning lady for around 8 years, and in fast food for another 4 years and I made her resume sound very professional and geared it towards her dream warehouse job with the terminology I used to describe her work responsibilities. Sometimes I wonder though, why it takes so long for me to comb through and improve my own work. I likely turn a blind eye towards my own resume's flaws.
In the past, I relegated updating my resume to a yearly task that I set for myself on my whiteboard in my office on New Years Day (along with all my other goals (you know, save X amount of money in savings, attain this or that certification, pay off that loan) things that I wanted to get done that year that I would mark off as I accomplished them). I'm now realizing that doing this yearly, I probably missed some major additions I could've added before that now are just out of my grasp....not to mention...if you don't use it, you lose it (the magic resume touch that is). Well, I've got the touch now. Maybe I should open up a resume/cover letter writing service, charge people by the hour to do it. At least I'd make money from it. So far I've been just giving it away! I'm also a lot happier with my resume than I can say I was two years ago. It is full of interesting information, not just generic stuff, that exemplifies my abilities and leads to enhancing others. It's all building on itself. I seem to be getting better at displaying pertinent information. It isn't enough to just list the robots I've worked with. Now I'm listing what their functions were as well as the software components. Give the random HR representative a shred of information to understand what it means (HR rep must be the strangest job in the world - they get to pick people who get to see the hiring manager, and most of the time they have no understanding of what the person does or how they get the job done). I'm still at a disadvantage. Studies have shown ambitious men get three times the interviews that ambitious women do, but at least this resume is written proof of my abilities.
~sighs~ Well, back to applying for the dream. Some day I'll get there. Not sure when. If I keep trying though, my ticket's eventually got to be pulled. This cat's not giving up the hunt that easily!
Once the lymph node in my neck decides to calm it's crap I'll officially be back to my healthy old self. The swelling appears to be going down since I don't have those painful episodes to where I feel like my eardrum is about to explode. The only time I really notice it now is whenever I tilt my head a certain way or lay down, then it wants to scream "Hey, I'm still here!!". Ugh, just go away already, will ya? Doctors told me that they can't do anything for it and all I can honestly do is sleep and take ibuprofen as well as a steady intake of water (Yuck, water??). It doesn't help that my dog and cat want to be a pain in the butt so I have to yell and chase them in order to prevent them from literally destroying the house while my fiance is away at work. I tried kenneling my dog while I sleep but quickly discovered he's an expert escape artist and literally nothing stops him **cries**; even as I type this I have to chase them down. I'm going nuts here, lol. I can tell you for sure that I cannot wait until this weekend because I have a full weekend off. Yes I said it, a full weekend off and guess what? I'm getting the hell out of my house and doing some shopping as well as getting away from work and the animals. Haha, take that you evil doers (And no, I didn't mean to literally call them evil but they are crazy which is driving me insane **exhales**). To be truthful though, I love all of my pets with everything in me and I wouldn't give them up for nothing. They've helped me get through the roughest of times and never let me down; more than any person has done. It doesn't mean however that they don't drive me up the wall occasionally, lol.
As the new year begins, what do people tend to say as they strive to accomplish their resolutions?
"New year, new me!"
But in reality, does that ever happen?
Most people give up after a month or two. Or sometimes, people quit within a week. But who can blame them?
Besides, you have to work for the 'new you'. It doesn't happen as soon as the new year starts.
So really, why is there such a saying if no one ever accomplishes it?
People may accomplish their goals/resolutions, but it seems that no one ever actually becomes the way they want to.
Let's say this year you want to improve your attitude or personality. It will take some time, but it's not impossible.
Let's say you accomplish this. Congrats! But do you feel like a new you? Or do you just feel better about yourself?
Maybe it's just me, but the whole "new year, new me" thing is ridiculous.
Let me know what you guys think about the whole thing.
Do you guys believe in the "new year, new me" saying?
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Oh boy. This is going to be hard to talk about...
...or that's what I thought at the beginning, before I watched the first five seconds of this episode. It pretty much spoiled the main gimmick of what made this episode 'special'. In short: it's an interactive movie.
That being said, it's a nice gimmick that's sure to get thousands, perhaps millions of people to finally subscribe to Netflix, right?
Whoopsie! One month free trial. Whoopsie! Cancelled immediately after finishing watching the episode. Whoopsie! So much for the piracy-aversion countermeasure, AKA PAC(man) [an acronym that's surely going to be important during the interactive episode]. Whoopsie!
But jokes aside, it's not a bad story. However, you could definitely feel that Black Mirror has lost its shine ever since season 3, especially when they had to incorporate such a "socially relevant" gimmick to get with the times, when games with choices are all the rage. Being an interactive movie, its central theme is naturally... can anyone guess? That's right - fate and destiny! Definitely wouldn't have seen that coming!
But to be fair, aside from one ending focusing on such a theme (and feeling like something outta that mediocre "Butterfly Effect" movie, a guilty pleasure of mine), it's also mixed with a few other themes as well. Because of our ability to control the actions of the protagonist, the story even goes meta a little bit and delve into parallel realities, and even delusion and insanity. So there's quite a bit of a mash-up of themes here that can feel oddly unsatisfying depending on the ending you reach. Personally, the most satisfying "ending" I reached was the aforementioned one that deals with fate. In the terms of a visual novel, you could even call it "the true ending" since it feels like it's the one that bears the most "closure". Furthermore, it's also the ending that feels the most like an ordinary Black Mirror cynical ending.
So what's my verdict on this? 7/10. Nice gimmick, and a good attempt to improve on the future of streaming services. I do feel tempted to encourage more interactive movies like this in the future, but at the same time, I can also see that it's a very problematic way of writing a story, and can leave the viewer unsatisfied depending on the kind of ending they reached, or the amount of time they spent to reach it. I spent at least four hours just rewinding the episode, hoping to get a happier ending.
Alas, such is not the nature of the twisted world that is Black Mirror.
Footnote: Hype for season 5 regardless! I'm still excited for the new episodes!
*Has nothing to do with anime but i was just bored, feedback is appreciated *
I'll call this "Series A" incase i decide to continue the story at a later date.
Somehow it happened, on a cold day, in a warm room, where the blinds hid any sign that there was more to life than the school i was sitting in. I was sleeping peacefully on my desk, blissfully unaware of whatever my teacher was talking about... things were perfect. I was dreaming of colors. There was no plot, no characters, no setting... just feeling. It was the type of nap that only comes around once or twice a year. The type where you question if your even sleeping.
I awoke with a jolt like a soldier with ptsd... then i scanned the room as i waited for my breathing to slow down. The room is empty, but i could have sworn that somebody tapped my shoulder. Its as if i can still feel their hand there, as if they only moved away a moment ago... i guess stranger things have happened. I pinned it on my overactive imagination and made my way into the hallway. It was empty and in the simplest terms creepy. The red lockers flashed in and out of my vision due to the light at the end of the hall that was having a spaz attack... that was normal though, me and my friends had even nicknamed it the murder corridor because we figured if there was ever i killer on the loose, he'd want to set the scene....Everything was still blurry from my tired eyes and although i kept rubbing them i couldn't seem to get them out of their murky fog. I've never regretted not bringing my glasses to school more than i have in this moment. Then i heard something shatter... glass? I wonder what broke? I start walking down the hallway somewhat frantically, checking the classrooms as i went by... what time was it? Where was everyone? All the blinds were shut so there was no telling what time of day it was, and there was no way i was going to open them to find out. I don't know why... something just seemed off about the whole thing.
Finally, I'm at the main stairs. Its a big spiral staircase in the center of the school and if you look down you can see the lobby four floors away. I feel stupid, like a little kid who's running form their own shadow....whoever is monitoring the security cameras must be having a blast right now. I shake my head at the idea, causing my long braided pigtails to slap me back into reality... I really hope that i don't get killed... its not that I'm not ready to die, i just really don't want to die with smudges mascara and the same hairstyle i wore on my first day of kindergarten... I realize I'm getting side tracked and start running down the stairs, the pitter-patter of my shoes echoing through each floor as i pass it. 3....2....1
I'm in the lobby. I slow to a walk as a catch my breath and make my way toward the door. The sun looks as though I've been looking for it for an eternity. I cant help but kind of smile at myself, at the stupid idea of there actually being a killer on the loose, at the fact that i fell asleep in class and nobody bothered to wake me up. I open the door and feel the rush or fresh air. It feels so crisp and clean, as if I'm taking my first breath after almost drowning. I take my first step outside only to find the earth crumbling beneath me.
The breeze is now hot with flaming embers in its grasp. I'm trying to cover my eyes.... i cant help but look down... I wish i hadn't looked. The earth has cracked and i can see every layer, the most distinct being the lava below me. The heat is unbearable. The air smells stale and brings the suffocating feeling of claustrophobia to my lungs and suddenly i widen my eyes and realize that these are the colors of destruction... suddenly everything slows and the heat subsides to the point where its tolerable. I look up to see the embers, falling like snowflakes, turning to ash before they hit the ground... suddenly i feel like I'm in grade school again. I'm happy and playful and smiling. The crack has almost closed up and i jump over it as if i were jumping over a puddle. I'm on the other side now, frolicking in the ash... I've forgotten it was ash thou, by now I'm convinced it is snow. It peppers my hair in a way that is gentle and kind... its been so long since I've felt so childish, so free. I look up again and as i do so i stick out my tongue to catch a snowflake...it lands... it burns. I feel the fire creeping down my throat and dropping down to my stomach, I'm being burned from the inside out. I open my mouth, only to release black smoke like a chimney and then begin coughing uncontrollably from the flames inside me. In the distance i see a shadowy figure in the window of the school, their watching me burn... i cant see their face but somehow i know their smiling, i cant feel it. I gasp for air in an effort to save myself and suddenly i wake up...
I wake up coughing like crazy in the middle of class. People are looking at me funny. There's a movie on about the civil war and the teacher has stepped out for a minute. Once i finally get my cough under control my best friend leans in to tell me that I've been talking in my sleep for about 10 minutes, and that they didn't wake me because apparently its bad luck to wake someone up during a nightmare... some best friend... at least I'm not dead though. that's always a plus.... This is the story of my first day of high school... this is how i became branded a weirdo for the next 4 years..
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It's been a long time since I've written here in my blog. I really write writing and somehow it's my way of venting out my feelings, emotions and especially my frustrations. Speaking of frustrations let's talk about my frustration about cooking. So if you knew me for like quite some time maybe way back December 18 or something I've written this blog about living on my own in college and so here I am today still unable to cook a single grain of rice for dinner. We all have that feeling heroic moments when you just suddenly woke up from an 8-hour slumber induced by no sleep late last night due to a long quiz that never happened caused by your teacher feeling like, "Oh, I'm not gonna give a quiz today just cause I don't want to." and think that you could do everything you want to do cause you think you're the most capable being on earth. So here you were, washing some rice, readying for your first ever cooking show and humming to yourself while putting it over your rice cooker. You take out your phone taking the most epic picture possible just cause it's your first time cooking rice and its expected in your country to know how to cook rice at the age of 10 and you're already 18 and ambitious enough. You take this little stroll in insta until you smell something burning and this time it's not your hair. It's your nonexistent work of art. You forgot to add in some water and all you had to do was wait for that rice cooker to just say keep warm!
So College life is going well for me aside from the fact that I had to buy my Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner from the Cafeteria. Good job self! You're going to survive it all so come at me life! *notice the potato sarcasm* So if you're having a bad day out there cause you're crush can't notice you, or your being bullied by someone who doesn't really know your true self at school, or you're bored all the time just cause you have all the time in the world and time is your slave or you're just plain frustrated with life's problems and hurdles remember there's a girl out there that is supposedly expected to capable of cooking rice at the age of 10 and is now 18 but still can't have dinner due to her own clumsiness, negligence plain old stupidity. Don't be too harsh on yourself. We learn from mistakes but for me I think I'm going to learn from youtube since Mum's not here.
So, lately bad luck just seems to be stalking me...like a yandere nipping at my heels. Well, now my car won't start. I suppose the silver lining is that I wasn't 400 miles away. Doesn't make the cost to fix it any easier to swallow. This seems to be one thing after another for me. What could happen next?
Guess I am home bound until my husband is done teaching class. At least the kittens are loving this turn of events.