Sigh... Time Consuming Project

Okay,
well I would have been on a LOT sooner, but I was trying to write a short story. Needless to say I am STILL writing my "short" story. Ah well, so is the pattern of life. Don't worry it will be done... some day. Like all good projects I start this story is very difficult to write simply because I suffer from a mild case of O.C.D.. I shall write a more interesting blog entry thing... as soon... as I finish researching and writing my short story. You probably won't hear from me until next summer.

Mysterious Happenings

"It was getting late, and I was sipping an Orange Fango with relish. Not the pickle mind you, but pure delight. I saw the camper pull in. Didn't look too shabby to me. A pull out and close to thirty feet long I thought, but I couldn't tell. The couple looked a bit harried to me... like they were worn out, but that was just an impression."

"Their vehicles were licensed Ohio, but this bothered me. They had no front license plates. That's a law in Ohio as we buckeye lovers know, but I guess they didn't care about the law. They took their dear sweet time setting up their camper, and I thought they might be staying a while. If only I had known then..."

"I caught a glimpse of the woman, and I thought I recognised her. She looked a bit different than the movie star I had seen in other settings. I couldn't quite figure out who she reminded me of... Now I know."

"It wasn't enough that they had taken one of the premium sites at the campground, that was just an obvious choice for two humans and their elderly dog. I sipped my Orange Fango with delight and pondered what the facts were. Two middle aged people, separate vehicles, no front license plates, an uncanny resemblance to the movie star Joan Cusack, and the last and most important clue. The time of their departure."

"The next day--after the sighting of the mysterious couple--it was around nine o'clock, when I heard the sounds of someone loading up. This wasn't an unusual occurrence, if not for the fact that the noise of chains clinking and an awning being refolded weren't coming from that premium campsite with the strange acting couple. I grabbed another Orange Fango (my brain powering source) and headed outside. I tried to get my assistant (also known as my mom) to help me identify the perp, but she thought I was crazy. I know I'm not crazy. So what if I've drank almost five Orange Fangos in a twelve hour period?"

"Anyway, the couple was pulling out. The question was... why? Was this a quick stop on the way to the next set, or were they just a couple out for an evening? The real question is... why did they leave so quickly, when they had taken so long to set up their camper? They even undid the awning! Had someone given away their position to the local paparazzi? Or was I completely wrong about their identities and just bored out of my mind? The world may never know..."

Mysteries Are the Best!!

Well,
I know I just got my new "Evil Under the Sun" game, but I beat it already... oops! lol
I hate it when a game is good, but not super difficult. The only thing about that game that was hard was figuring out where all the people were! I have to complain about that I'm sorry! There are twenty characters and you can't always find them... I mean come on! Where are they at? It's obvious they haven't left the hotel... IT'S AN ISLAND!!! The game had good points too though. For instance, it was mind bending... by the time I got to the final outcome of the game I had no clue who was at fault... yet when the facts were presented (by yours truly) it made complete sense! I'm not going to spoil the game for anyone who might read this and want to play the game... but the endings of the Agatha Christie games are always my favorites!!

On to bigger and better things! The Nancy Drew game is out! I want it soo bad... I haven't been to the store yet to see if they have it, but according to the Nancy Drew official website it should be out! YAHOO!! I read some reps about the game on the website and they were all POSITIVE! Just so you all know dear readers, I am not crazy and yes the game is for ten and up.... But hey how many girl games do you know of that aren't barbie? lol

In other news...
They've released photo images for the new Hardy Boys and the Tower Treasure game! It's supposed to be coming out this fall! My Christmas list is going to be PC riddled! The Nancy Drew game "Haunting of Malloy Castle" a new Agatha Christie Mystery game, and this Hardy Boys game will all be debuting this fall!! Ahh I love a good mystery. I don't just play them though I read them as well. The book Fatal Deduction was a good one if you like mysteries. Don't worry when I come back from vacation I'll probably have read enough mysteries to have my fill for at least a day or two...lol.

Well thought I would shout out about one of the greatest genres of all time! Hey this is the diary of a Detective Fiend!

Been A While

Well folks,
No I didn't get lost... just a little preoccupied with getting stuff situated around. I was able to go to some fireworks with my lovely family and that was a blast. Haha no pun intended. I finally finished a video game *bows* thank you thank you... and I have been working on getting stuff together for a yard sale. I am thrilled to death that next Friday I will be going camping!!! AHHHH! Sorry I had to shout I just couldn't keep it in.

Well...
My daddy is out looking at ATV's with my brother and I am checking email and blogging and doing all sorts of important stuff like that. Lol... I haven't checked on my accounts in a while and thus am behind... ah well. Oh, I am playing an awesome new PC game called "Evil Under the Sun" based on a book by Agatha Christie. I love it! I am Hercules Poiret... (hey it's french and I'm an atrocious speller) It's soo much fun. I'm excited about the new Nancy Drew game coming out this week! Not to mention the one coming out next week!! So much fun! Well... thought I would let you know I'm alive...lol

Simplicity is not Normality

Simplicity is no longer the norm in modern day America I'm afraid. In fact, it could be easily said that the more "simple" we try to make our lives the more complicated those very "simple" devices make our lives. For example, just the other day I saw this commercial for a hands free electric can opener! Remarkable! We can now open cans without the mess of having to hold them. The problem is... you have to have batteries! Everything today requires batteries! At least gaming companies got smart and have now started making our handheld rechargeable. I bet my dad spent a fortune in AA batteries for my game-boys as a kid. Which I still am by the way... I still have the latest in Nintendo gaming devices.

I read a book the other day that was basically set after civilization as we know it was destroyed. None of the survivors knew how to make anything! Think about it.. if every person who could build a car were to suddenly disappear where would that leave us? Would we be smart enough to figure out how to develop another car? What about electricity? We would no longer be able to switch on a light switch and I have no clue how to make candles or what goes in homemade wax so how would I light a candle? Even if I had a candle what if there were no matches? Every activity in my life is controlled by something that I personally have no control over! This computer is a device that I couldn't make! So if everyone who knew how this blasted thing worked died then I would have no computer! AGHHH! See how very complicated our simple lives are??

Furthermore...
I don't know how to build a fire by hand, nor do I know the complexities of indoor plumbing. I couldn't milk a cow without first getting mowed over first because I've never done it. I've never made dough from scratch without first having the necessary ingredients there. The more I think about it the more I realize how very little I really know. I couldn't build a snare for food since I've never done that sort of thing.. and no matter how badly you think of me right now while you're reading this there is this one point I would like to make. How simple are our lives? We have pre-made everything! I can go to the store and buy cookies that I just plop on a sheet and stick in the oven... where is the memory making in that???!!! OH look grandma I made these homemade for you.. all I did was buy them pre-made and pop them in the oven for about twenty minutes... where's the true giving spirit if it's really not that much to give?
Gifts that have little time spent on them mean little to you as the giver.... Sigh...
I'm just so tired of all the simple things really not being that simple.... I can't even speak Latin, French or German fluently.. that used to be something that was normal... now that's like a gift if you can speak more than one language....

Simplicity... is it really present in our lives today? Normality surely isn't... it can't be normal to spend half of our time running from one place to the next and only accomplishing minuscule amounts of tasks. I know that being in college surely has changed my view on how I spend my time.. those uh... observations have yet to be put into practice in my home life. Yet, I endeavor... will I ever achieve simplicity? Probably not until I either die or retire...

Life's Mysteries

Have I erred? I hate when something so simple escalates into a huge mess. My life is just riddled with these types of situations though. I have tasted the bitter pill of disappointment once more, and I've decided that I do not like it one bit. I thought I had figured out a situation and that I would not have to swallow a bitter pill, but I was wrong. Sigh...

Well.. on a brighter note...

It's raining. I know that sounds a bit sarcastic, but it's the honest to goodness truth. I love that it's raining.. It's a reflection of how I feel currently. A little upset so it rains hard... a little tired so it drops off... and every once in a while a cloud will part and the sun will peek through and that is the sunshine that brightens my day... Like pretending to go on a "date" with my four year old brother. He couldn't hold my hand and drive because he might wreck. I love the way a four year old thinks. He kept wanting a bear or croc to eat me. I told him he wasn't a very good boyfriend.

I believe that when I titled this entry as Life's Mysteries... I am referring to the fact that I am once again feeling bereft, alone, and drifting. The mysterious part of this is that I talk to a friend daily and I have five other siblings who are constantly demanding my attention. I hate that I feel so self centered... but currently that's about all I can think of. How alone I feel. Hopefully the Lord will give me a good chastening or shock or something and get me back on track. I have a feeling though that He's wanting me to learn on my own and get back on track through disciplining myself. Who knows? Certainly not me...

Why Clean?

I say that cycles are meant to be broken! I have cleaned this wretched kitchen for the last time! NO longer will I toil in this environment attempting to rectify the obvious chaos caused by those midgets I call siblings. I have had it!!!

Okay,
Let's contemplate the consequences of our actions shall we...? I must say I have tried procrastinating on more than one occasion, but if I were to attempt it again in this instance the very binding on my family would unravel. I suppose that if I were to abstain from cleaning, then the entire hierarchy would dissipate. I would have a depressed mother, a disgusted father, an upset overworked younger brother and a host of little munchkins trying to add to the friction that would ensue from this catastrophe!!!

So... I'll clean the kitchen.... *Sigh* I love when I solve my own cases... I think.

I must have had one too many dews...

Well,
I believe that I have either passed out from a Mt. Dew Overdose... or... I am truly FREE!!! I have finally accomplished what I would have thought unaccomplishable a year ago. Is that even a word?? Anywho... I have managed to complete my first year of college!!! WOO HOO!!!
I am going to go home, watch little kids, write a book, learn German, and hopefully build a room in the basement for myself. I probably have more on my plate than I should. But you know what??? I don't think I really have much to worry about. Because, I'm finally home.

The End is Forthcoming

I find myself once again glancing at my last post with fond memory of that eventful evening. I accomplished the impossible and did quite well. Amazing the power one can maintain over one's will if one will but only try.

I had hoped that this blog entry would come on a more positive note than what it is arriving on, but from the title the reader can derive that the end is nigh. I have little hope for the future except that it is almost ended. I cannot help but revel in the well being I feel at the thought of quitting the monotony of life I currently find myself in. NO more will I feel trampled on by the rampaging elephants of projects, papers, and plans. I have loaded my elephant gun and have met my problems face on. That is probably the main reason I look the way I do. Enough about all that. There are only seven more days of horrible punishment and then I shall be free. I shall triumph.

I shall retire to the boring monotony of summer. I hope this does not sadden you, for it fills my heart with ecstasy.

Another Day... another dodging how I feel

Groaning has never been an activity I've taken to heart until now. I thought it was an awful past time to moan about the brevity of one's state. I've changed my mind. I feel like groaning and moaning until the cows roost and my cart hatches before my duck. I wish that I were able to skip my life until tomorrow at about one o'clock. Too bad those stupid clocks aren't able to fast forward. They say that you should enjoy each moment of your life, but I have a hard time enjoying life when I have to play the piano in front of several dozens of people. *Groan*
Oh well, there isn't a blessed thing I can do about it... at least not a thing I would like to do about it. If I don't do it now, I will just have to do it later. *GROAN*

Oh, Boy

Sometimes, when life is going the smoothest, you hit a sharp right turn that had no warning signs. Veering, you careen crazily until you finally come to an abrupt stop--thanks to a tree. The tree doesn't total your car, but you're trapped because for some reason you can't get your car to go into reverse. Realizing that you have no other options you decide to get out of your car and observe the scene from a broader viewpoint. Tactical maneuver driver, but how on earth do you suppose that will do you any good when you have somehow managed--only the Lord knows how--to drive safely through a forest up until this tree?
If this story means nothing to you, it is due in part to the fact that you have no clue the type of personality I have. Despite this small problem, this is a story that could apply to life, and in a way does... to mine of course. This is MY blog you would think I would have something to do with it.
I'm driving along only hitting minor speed bumps in the friend/relationship department, when I discover that someone has unknowingly removed the sign that warns me about the sharp right turn. I careen, I crash, I am stuck. Backpedaling at this point is not an option and so therefore dear readers--whomever you may be--I am stuck with a decision. Do I attempt to work my way around this tree and hopefully get back on course? Or do I realize that this tree is something that was necessary for some reason? I may have needed to hit this tree to realize that I was flying past important landmarks or milestones in my life. Maybe there's a friendship that would be better if it were stronger... I DON'T KNOW!!!
Sometimes I think the only one who understands me even remotely is my mother, but even she is no help. *Sigh*. . . Maybe I'll just go to bed and hopefully the tree thing will all be a dream

The Oddity of it All

Strange things have been happening on campus lately. People just wander aimlessly around looking for who knows what, and teachers let students out of class early. I've noticed that this happens any time the sun shines. I'm beginning to think there's a connection... hm. For instance, just today a friend asked me to eat outside with her. I was more than willing to, but the moment I stepped outside an urge to act totally wacko sprung upon me. Before you know it, I was throwing french fries at people and laughing like a maniac. The birds were singing the sun was shining and Steve was putting honey mustard in my hair. I really have to wonder about that Steve fellow sometimes. Anyway, I thought I would describe the ailments... see if anyone had any clue what caused this berserk behavior.

The Sleepless Wonder

I have to say... when I get eight hours of sleep a night, and I'm still fighting the droopy eyelids... I start getting depressed. I mean seriously... how much sleep does my body need? It's not like I'm depriving it! Ugh... I think if I go to bed at eight one night that might do it. Then I'll be up at the crack of dawn wide eyed and bushy tailed. That doesn't sound very appealing. I was in class today, and I almost fell asleep... sigh. It's going to happen one of these days. It did to one of my friends, and she ended up sleeping through an entire math test! That's going to probably happen to me on one of my difficult Bible tests... That would be brilliant eh?

Mysterious Clocks

I've begun to wonder if there really is such a thing as passing of time. I sit at my desk and look around at the other people stuck in the same monotony as myself. Day in and day I wake up, eat, go to class, eat, go to work, eat, go to bed. The routine doesn't fancy itself a change, and I don't fancy myself to change it. Something odd happened the other day though, to break up the monotony slightly. For starters, I had an off week due to the fact that we'd been on glorious break for a grand total of three days--not counting the weekend. Add to that a dose of no one being back yet, and bored to tears and you have a cranky person. When I returned to work after break, I was sitting spinning in my chair (hopefully no one saw me) when I noticed one clock that said it was 10:30. I spun my chair in the other direction--seeing as we have two clocks on parallel sides of the room--and observed the time to be 2:30. Knowing that my shift started at 1:00, and that it was still light out... I quickly deduced that someone had fiddled with the clocks in an attempt to make time move faster... too bad it was just malfunctioning batteries. *Sigh*

Trapped

You've heard the age old saying of "trapped like a rat"... well... that state of being isn't resigned to rats alone. I feel that way on a regular basis. Often, I find myself floating merrily along. Blissfully unaware of the problems that are circulating around me... when BAM! (out of seemingly nowhere) A situation entangles me within it's grasp. I live up to my name. Curiosity killed the cat and all that, but no one ever said what it did to the emotional state of a detective. I wish day and night that I were able to just keep my nose out of other people's issues. Unfortunately, for my nose, I am unable to do that as of yet. Who knows.. this may still become Diaries of a Fiend.