3 days!

Hello again to all my friends.
I'm glad you came to play.
Our fun and learning never ends.
Look what we did today.
--Barney


I've slept through most of the morning. I was able to have decompression today without throwing up. I'm seriously liking this keeping food down gig. I think I need to stick with it, haha. I skipped breakfast but made up for it with a huge lunch from Long John Silver's. I'll be spending the rest of my day doing some last minute work on my synopsis. I may even choose to exercise a bit. It's been so long since I've actually been in shape. This summer, I plan to do some weightlifting, some running, and perhaps some tae kwon do to help me with this problem. I dearly hope that the strength in the right side of my body will return to me completely. I've gotten a lot of strength back, but I'll have to exercise to build up the muscles that have been limp for so long. More importantly, Star Wars: Episode III is coming to theaters in three short days! Seeing as I'm a huge Star Wars fan, my excitement is to be expected. I really ought to read the book series. I have a feeling I would find them to be fantasmic. I am ashamed to say that I haven't been focusing on my education as I should. I have been putting my efforts into this synopsis and not applying myself when it comes to my other studies. I plan to fix this... this evening, since I've left my books at the house. Well, you know what they say... "Procrastinators meet tomorrow." *giggle giggle* I purchased a nice, new pair of jeans at a store here in Branson. They fit perfectly, with the exception of being far too long... which I absolutely love. My mom says she bought me several pairs of pants back home, and as such I am extremely anxious to analyze them and to try them on. There I go again. I'm just not quite as deep as I used to be. I seem as shallow as a puddle these days. But then again, if optimism is my goal, I ought to take joy in the smallest of things, pants included. That last sentence has to be full of grammatical errors. However, I will ignore my written atrocities and continue on with my post. I feel the sudden need to write a story. Unfortunately, I haven't the time, so I think I'm going to write a piece that could be compared to the work of a first grader. I am doing this only to quench my thirst for story-writing. :-)



There once lived a young girl named Candi. Candi lived in a small cottage, just to the south of Lake Lestiado. It was early morning, and Candi was still fast asleep in her bedroom. The summer's wind swept in through the open window, flowing gently through her long, black hair. The gentle breeze carried with it bits of pollen and grass from the outside air. Candi sneezed. "My, that is surely the most dreadful way to wake up," she thought to herself.

She rose from bed as a dead man would rise from the grave. Her body was stiff, and she felt her bones popping and crackling loudly. She winced. She gathered herself enough to walk over to her cedar wardrobe, where she opened the door as to pick out her clothes for that day's wear. A silk, white dress seemed to meet her fancy on this particular morning, so she pulled it quickly out of the wardrobe and immediately began changing.

Candi lived far away from any city, town, or village. Her family chose to seclude themselves from the rest of society, in hopes of planting yesterday's values in today's children. Candi was seventeen years old, and had never even seen one of her peers. The closest she had ever come was her younger brother, a thirteen year old pest. I mean... boy.

The night prior, Candi's parents had announced to her that since she was growing up to be such a fit and lady-like woman, her father planned to take her to town so she could socialize and prepare for adulthood. Candi knew that by "socialize and prepare for adulthood" her parents meant, find a suitable husband. She wasn't interested in such rubbish. She felt that she could do more for society alone than she could with any man.

Still, she accepted this news with gratitude and courtesy, as any well-trained girl would. She was curious about what actually went on in a town. She'd read stories of big buildings filled with people making things from tires to computers to makeup to radios. Such things had always interested her, so she felt it would be most logical to embrace the situation in which she'd been placed.

Candi ran a brush through her dark, curly hair. She wished she could wear her hair down for the big trip that day, but she knew her mother would hear nothing of that. Even though it was a well-known fact that the city girls wore there hair down quite frequently, her mother found it improper. Candi dressed modestly, as she was expected to.

She was not allowed to wear makeup. Her mother feared this would enhance her beauty further, and would have none of that. However, no matter how hard her mother tried, it was impossible to hide the Candi's beauty. She had a tall, thin figure; the kind of figure supermodels have. She was blessed with big blue eyes, a small button nose, and a smile that had a brilliant presence.





...oops. I got a little too into that one. I'll try to work on it a bit more later, but for now I have things to do in reality that stand a bit more important (yes, only a bit) than my work here in fantasy-land. God bless you. Goodbye for now.