I always find Questionnaires hilarious, because the chances of someone giving the same answer as someone else is slim to none. For example, my friend sent me a questionnaire, and then I sent it to Rampage and comparing our answers made me laugh, because I think we all gave the stupidest answers possible. Although, I was really tired, and when you’re exhausted pretty much everything is friggin’ hilarious. That might be why…
I don’t know how people in the old times survived without taking showers. Most of my ideas come to me in the shower…which, that may be slightly weird, but it’s true! I will be taking a shower and something will occur to me, making me wish that I had waterproof paper and a pen…I just find showers very relaxing. You have warm water beating down on you (unless you are really weird and take cold showers every day. But, I guess whatever floats your boat, let it sail, right?) and you’re shampooing your hair…and occasionally, you are listening to some kick butt music, like right now, I am listening to “The Ripper” by The Used. But, I’m not in the shower, so it doesn’t matter does it? Anyway. And, if you don’t have five kids that you worry about while you are in the shower, causing you to rush, like my mother, a shower is relaxing, because it’s that little part of your day that you have to yourself. No one can tell you that you don’t take a shower right. No one can really criticize you about your shower-taking…unless you don’t take a shower. That’s besides the point. If you take a shower, you take it how you want to, and maybe that’s why I enjoy them so much. It’s one thing that you can do however the heck you please without someone breathing down your neck. That makes me happy.
I want to tell you about the character that I have currently fallen in love with while developing him. His name is Lucius Gray and he comes from a very old werewolf family. He has no recollection of his past, but I don’t know why yet. He has white blond hair and honey gold eyes that have a sunflower pattern on them. He’s about six feet tall and he is Haven’s lover…or he was. That’s a story in and of itself. But, back to Lucius. He has a lip piercing in the right corner of his lip, just like Haven’s brother’s friend Gerard. It’s a simple black band, used to identify certain hitmen with each other. But no one has identified this little system, and eventually Haven figures it all out. But, Lucius’ profession is one of the assassin line, and he works for money, rather than morals like Haven. This is what launched the schism between them, and eventually causes their daughter’s death. It was a hard decision, the daughter’s death, but a necessary one, because it furthers the plot and it gives me two story arcs to start off with.
Wow, what a dork am I? I am sitting here with my best friend and her sister and we are watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and it’s pretty amazing…Why do I like this show so much? Well, my dear aunt is a major fan (who was majorly bummed after the show was “finished”. Although, they left the end open for a new season if warranted.) Anyway, back on track. My aunt got me started when I was like in elementary school. Fourth grade, actually, which is pretty neat, because I still love it. It doesn’t really seem cheesy and some of the jokes are so out of whack that they just make you want to laugh your ass off, like I’m not even kidding. Buffy was an inspiration to my writing, and my choice of literature. That may be why I enjoy Anita Blake so much, because, according to some newspaper, Anita is like a “R-rated Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” Anyway. The idea of the Slayer is so unique, well, it was for a while, and anyway, it makes every chick want to be some kind of form of Buffy, because you know, who doesn’t want to be exclusively special? Me. Because usually, in the books that I read, special means you’re in danger a lot, and I like my simple, author life just fine. Anyway, I think I kind of strayed from the subject…
I have been one happy camper for the past few days. I don’t know why, but I just feel like my happiness won’t run out. I have been spending a lot of time around people, and my writing is fairly flourishing…that might be it. I am always in a good mood when the fountain of inspiration is at its greatest. I hate to think that my moods rely on my writing. But I think that they rely on Rampage, too. She’s like a little ray of sunshine. My little ray of sunshine. Plus, her family likes me too, and they are all cool, and they don’t like all the other friends she has had in the past, because I am a little different. I am not a backstabbing, lying person like the others. Which is probably an attractive trait. *smiles* One can never be sure. But, anyways. It is one thirty in the morning and we are still watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer which isn’t surprising. I think that I sucked Rampage into the world of the Buffster. Which makes me feel accomplished. I’ll catch y’all at a more decent hour…
Unless my thoughts warrant a new post.
Till then,
Dragonfly
After that interesting title, I’m afraid that none of this is very interesting… It’s just my thought on the male part of our race. Anyway. Me and Rampage were watching Underworld: Evolution when Scott Speedman comes out of nowhere, half-naked, his yummy chest bared for us to drool over…anyway. The people that are reading this are probably thinking what an immature child I am, but, honey, if you saw that chest, you would be thinking the same thing. Anyway. What do I, Dragonfly, find interesting in a man? Well…
Okay, if you have seen my other blog, you have seen dark haired men of every variety. Not that I am opposed to blonds…the kid who sits next to me in first is blond *smiles* and he is an exception. But generally, I like long, or curly, or both brown hair. Dark brown. Sometimes, the honey brown is very desirable, but I run towards the black hair… Blue eyes are almost orgasmic. Especially if they are a dusky, dark blue. The kind that pulls out thoughts of darkness and the brighter side of the night. I’m sorry that I am kind of getting lyrical, but I just saw those eyes a few days ago, and sadly they belonged to a man who was probably ten years older than me. They drew out the writer in me, and then I was thinking about eye color for the rest of the day. Back to the subject again…(tangent, see). Height is pretty important for me too. They either have to be taller or the same height. I cannot do the shorter boyfriend thing. It would really bother me. In fact, it did bother me, because when he put his arm around my waist, when he turned to look at me, he was looking at my boobs. And that was only slightly awkward. Bodies don’t really matter to me, because that’s not really the first thing that I look at…I look a little higher. Although I wouldn’t oppose to a man with a totally built bod.
Personality is actually at the top of my list, and now, I know that knowing a person for two weeks does not mean you can predict what they will do in certain situations. I discovered this with my ex. He turned out to be a total jerk, and I had gone out with him purely because I thought he was a nice guy with a good personality. That taught me that I am a horrible judge of character.
Back to half-naked men. There are a variety of these men whom I would personally love to have plastered on a poster, half naked, on my wall. But that wouldn’t be good. Because they would probably end up visiting me in my dreams.
I think that I write because I need something to believe in. Not that I believe in my characters…but, I kind of have to in order for them to take on some sort of sustenance in my mind, but you know what I mean, don’t you? Every day when I go home, I find myself thinking in a different perspective, sometimes I think like Haven as I try to get to know my characters better than I know them now. Although, I do have to say I am coming along quite well in my creation of Lucius. Before, I just kind of kept him in the background because I didn’t know what I was going to do with him just yet, and now, I know. Well, back on track. I think like a writer all the time. Even when I am going through some of the most important times in my life, I am not thinking about what will happen afterwards, I am thinking, “How can I put this to use in one of my novels. It’s pretty pathetic, actually. In a movie I watched on time, the lady told the girl that if she wanted to be a singer she could be. And then she said, “Someone told someone else that if all they could think about was writing, then they were meant to be a writer. If you woke up every morning and your first thought was about writing, then that is what you should pursue.” I follow that exact string of advice, as if it were made of popcorn and I was a mouse, eating that string of popcorn from around the curves of a Christmas tree. When I find a particularly interesting person, they go down on paper, because I feel that I should immortalize their behavior in ink on paper. It’s an odd urge that I get every once in a while. I don’t know why. I just do.
I think that every writer should be able to find inspiration in every detail of their life. I personally do studies on those I know, because I take certain attributes that annoy me, or the attributes I love, or the ones that people don’t really notice but I pick up when I first meet a person. I also take certain physical features. A lot of my characters are created from those I know, those I love, those I hate, or those who intrigue me. But, most of the time the men that my stories consist of are created solely from my own desires, things that I see and want to emulate in my novels or my short stories. Lucius, for example, his name comes from the Harry Potter novels, but it means light and that is why I chose it. I find this character particularly interesting, because he is a grade apart from all the other male characters I have created or read about. He’s like the universe in a way, or that little depiction of the yang and yin. He has his dark side and his light side, like everyone else, but in Lucius, you can notice it. Normally, it is just little things, but with Lucius, he is almost bipolar, and I think Haven loves him just because he is totally at ease with himself, and maybe that is the basis of that small corner of hatred towards him. Because she is not at ease with herself. She doesn’t welcome the night side of her day, even though that sounds like an oxymoron, it really is the only way I can think to describe it. I don’t know how I am able to get so far off topic, but I do pretty well at it. If they paid for people to go off on tangents, I would probably be the richest person in the world.
For those of you who do not know, that stands for the title of a completely amazing game called World of Warcraft. I just created a character on my friend’s account and let me tell you, it’s pretty amazing. I am a Blood Elf named Bellatryxx, and she’s really cool. There really isn’t a plot for the game as a whole, but Blood Elves are like evil Night Elves who crave power, because they were betrayed or something like that. It’s interesting because there is a Horde side and then there is an Alliance side and it’s all pretty cool because you have people who play Horde, and then those who play Alliance, and everyone thinks that the other side is bad and that their side is the good side. Which is how everything works isn’t it? Anyway, the game is pretty cool because all sorts of people play the game, it’s not just certain people. Normally, people think of the nerds who do nothing else but play video games, but there is a woman who plays along with her nine year old daughter. Women and men play it and it’s pretty cool because you can chat and get to know people, and overall I think that it’s a good experience. Maybe that’s just my opinion.
Even though I do not play, I find World Of Warcraft very, very cool. I just usually watch Rampage play because I don’t have it at my house. I am trying to get all of the races straight, because I don’t have it all down yet. The Night Elves are the best, next to the humans. There are also dwarfs, and…something else, I couldn’t understand what Rampage said just now. But I do know that if you are on the Horde side, you can be a Blood Elf, an undead, Taurin (a cow), an Orc (as in Lord of the Rings I think), and troll. Back to the good side… and then there are gnomes and Draeneis, which are like wierd looking. Star Warsish…with hooves. Got it? I do now. I just thought I would share, even though Winged Ham Ham already knew this. Peace, peeps.
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