We meet yet again dear reader. At last it be the end of the week and I understand you have been simply wringing within your seat in anticipation to find out what amazing 10 things could possibly captivate my attention long and dearly enough to be within the first to pop into my head when it came time to list them in whatever miscellaneous order they appeared. You shall not be let down, as I can assure you with utmost certainty that whatever can possibly fascinate me for longer than a week is truly a worthwhile interest in which you have been wasting your time in not getting to know better.
Before I continue on with this list (and you may breathe in peace as I promise you I shall not pull the rug out from beneath your feet and run away with this list before you have a chance to read in all my precious activities), I should perhaps mention that I shall make no mention of my family including all beloved pets of the furry sort, as well as my most adored non-furry pet otherwise known as my boyfriend. I find it quite obvious and too redundant to note that I love my boyfriend given that sooner or later he shall receive his own post on this blog dedicated entirely to him and I do my best to keep his ego at least a smidge smaller than my own, and I claim to chalking it up to respecting my family and friends’ privacy in order not to write about them if only to spare you the hours of nonsense and inside jokes that would become absolute drivel to you and get across nothing more than what can be said with the simple message that they made me who I am today and I love them all dearly.
I know you could sit and read my rambling thoughts forever but I did promise to give you my list of 10 favorite things and as you all shall learn, I never break a promise unless I really, really feel like it. Fortunately for you this is not one of those times. Enjoy.
1. Role-Playing- I am exaggerating only in the least pathetic way when I state I could literally role-play 24 hours a day. I don’t speak of table-top role-plays, MMORPG’s (not that I haven’t wiled away an hour or ten in directing my loveable Tauren within the realms of World of Warcraft), or LARPing. As briefly mentioned within my last entry, I am talking about one-on-one written role-play. That is to say, a continual story between two people within a world and characters created entirely of our own imagination. There aren’t any rules or laws to be followed save for those we create ourselves. In other words, role-playing in such a form is the absolute way to play God. Not that I have a complex or anything.
2. Writing- Often lumped within the same category as role-play by a certain number of fools doomed to walk this earth, I can say that writing has always been one of my greatest passions although it was labeled as story-telling within my younger years before I had learned the art of forming letters together into semi-coherent words and sentences. Now, I won’t deny that writing and role-play have had their fair number of dirty flings in the past and what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas, but any person who engages in both written activities knows the key difference. Writing is lonely. Sure, it is possible to every once in awhile branch out and stretch out the brains and imaginations from your fellow writers or the likes of that one family member who couldn’t manage to get away from you fast enough, but what it all boils down to is that the physical act of writing, the entire novel from start to finish, is done entirely on your own. And unlike role-playing where only half of the control is yours as to what shall inevitably befall every last character whose misfortune it was to become your creation, in writing, absolutely every final decision of their fate is yours and yours alone.
3. Drawing- I like to tell myself that you know your enjoyment for an activity is genuine when you can do said activity over and over again without getting any better at it yet still continue to find some type of pleasure to keep you coming back to it (Or as the great and all knowing Dagget Beaver once said, 'It doesn't matter if you stink, as long as you're having fun stinking'. We may all learn a lot from him) This is how I view myself and my pathetic scribbles I continue to try to pass off as artwork.
Before I continue on with this list (and you may breathe in peace as I promise you I shall not pull the rug out from beneath your feet and run away with this list before you have a chance to read in all my precious activities), I should perhaps mention that I shall make no mention of my family including all beloved pets of the furry sort, as well as my most adored non-furry pet otherwise known as my boyfriend. I find it quite obvious and too redundant to note that I love my boyfriend given that sooner or later he shall receive his own post on this blog dedicated entirely to him and I do my best to keep his ego at least a smidge smaller than my own, and I claim to chalking it up to respecting my family and friends’ privacy in order not to write about them if only to spare you the hours of nonsense and inside jokes that would become absolute drivel to you and get across nothing more than what can be said with the simple message that they made me who I am today and I love them all dearly.
I know you could sit and read my rambling thoughts forever but I did promise to give you my list of 10 favorite things and as you all shall learn, I never break a promise unless I really, really feel like it. Fortunately for you this is not one of those times. Enjoy.
1. Role-Playing- I am exaggerating only in the least pathetic way when I state I could literally role-play 24 hours a day. I don’t speak of table-top role-plays, MMORPG’s (not that I haven’t wiled away an hour or ten in directing my loveable Tauren within the realms of World of Warcraft), or LARPing. As briefly mentioned within my last entry, I am talking about one-on-one written role-play. That is to say, a continual story between two people within a world and characters created entirely of our own imagination. There aren’t any rules or laws to be followed save for those we create ourselves. In other words, role-playing in such a form is the absolute way to play God. Not that I have a complex or anything.
2. Writing- Often lumped within the same category as role-play by a certain number of fools doomed to walk this earth, I can say that writing has always been one of my greatest passions although it was labeled as story-telling within my younger years before I had learned the art of forming letters together into semi-coherent words and sentences. Now, I won’t deny that writing and role-play have had their fair number of dirty flings in the past and what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas, but any person who engages in both written activities knows the key difference. Writing is lonely. Sure, it is possible to every once in awhile branch out and stretch out the brains and imaginations from your fellow writers or the likes of that one family member who couldn’t manage to get away from you fast enough, but what it all boils down to is that the physical act of writing, the entire novel from start to finish, is done entirely on your own. And unlike role-playing where only half of the control is yours as to what shall inevitably befall every last character whose misfortune it was to become your creation, in writing, absolutely every final decision of their fate is yours and yours alone.
3. Drawing- I like to tell myself that you know your enjoyment for an activity is genuine when you can do said activity over and over again without getting any better at it yet still continue to find some type of pleasure to keep you coming back to it (Or as the great and all knowing Dagget Beaver once said, 'It doesn't matter if you stink, as long as you're having fun stinking'. We may all learn a lot from him) This is how I view myself and my pathetic scribbles I continue to try to pass off as artwork.
I always found it odd when people said they “began to draw in middle school” or “started drawing seriously my senior year”, as some of my earliest memories have been about drawing and it never even occurred to me that I wasn’t taking it seriously. At yet in spite of said drawing history I can, for once, humble myself into admitting that it has done very little an actually presenting work that reflects a lifetime of practice. As a traditionalist I do very little of my work on the computer, thus no fancy photo shopped CG shiny colored pictures are ever produced in the studio that shall not be named of I. This in turn also means very little of actual interest is ever garnered outside the miniscule palmful of poor saps upon whom I force to ooh and awe over my work.
4. Roses- If it was possible to sleep in a bed of roses a la American Beauty without waking to the sting of a zillion thorns, I absolutely would. That is to say, if I were to become immune to said thorns, not that I wish the rose didn’t have any. If the rose didn’t have any thorns it would lose some of its elusive, unattainable beauty. It is something that should be looked at, not touched, handled with the utmost of care and treated as the centerpiece of all attention, the ultimate representation of romance and grace. The rose has got it right.
5. Beauty and the Beast- I celebrated the beloved day when the glorious Disney version of this film made it out into DvD. I watched said Disney film in Imax the second it was humanly possible in order to view the deleted scenes and have yet to have said memory fade in the slightest. I have read Beauty by Robin McKinley, Beast by Donna Jo Napoli, and hope to accumulate as many versions in between for my personal library as I possibly can. I saved cake toppers of Belle and the Beast for 7 years in order to have them placed upon my 21st birthday cake. One of my ultimate goals is to watch the Broadway show with my beloved. I am beyond frustrated that every time I visit Disneyland it is impossible to find a t-shirt attributed to this magnificent film. I search for discontinued and bootlegged foreign versions of this story throughout youtube and amazon. I wish to have my first dance in a ball room or a castle. Or both.
6. BJDs- Wipe that look off your face. Doll collecting is one of the hugest and oldest hobbies around the world. I just happen to collect those of the ball-jointed variety. The second cousin twice-removed of the messed up family of role-playing and writing, my love ball-jointed dolls reflects my ever needless desire to not only pet and torture my beloved creations upon the paper, but in a 3D form as well. Entirely customizable from the simple changing of the eyes and wigs to getting down and dirty and reenacting my favorite scenes of Nip/Tuck by taking a blade to reshape their little resin noses, I collect these dolls to become the physical representation of the characters I so adore writing about.
4. Roses- If it was possible to sleep in a bed of roses a la American Beauty without waking to the sting of a zillion thorns, I absolutely would. That is to say, if I were to become immune to said thorns, not that I wish the rose didn’t have any. If the rose didn’t have any thorns it would lose some of its elusive, unattainable beauty. It is something that should be looked at, not touched, handled with the utmost of care and treated as the centerpiece of all attention, the ultimate representation of romance and grace. The rose has got it right.
5. Beauty and the Beast- I celebrated the beloved day when the glorious Disney version of this film made it out into DvD. I watched said Disney film in Imax the second it was humanly possible in order to view the deleted scenes and have yet to have said memory fade in the slightest. I have read Beauty by Robin McKinley, Beast by Donna Jo Napoli, and hope to accumulate as many versions in between for my personal library as I possibly can. I saved cake toppers of Belle and the Beast for 7 years in order to have them placed upon my 21st birthday cake. One of my ultimate goals is to watch the Broadway show with my beloved. I am beyond frustrated that every time I visit Disneyland it is impossible to find a t-shirt attributed to this magnificent film. I search for discontinued and bootlegged foreign versions of this story throughout youtube and amazon. I wish to have my first dance in a ball room or a castle. Or both.
6. BJDs- Wipe that look off your face. Doll collecting is one of the hugest and oldest hobbies around the world. I just happen to collect those of the ball-jointed variety. The second cousin twice-removed of the messed up family of role-playing and writing, my love ball-jointed dolls reflects my ever needless desire to not only pet and torture my beloved creations upon the paper, but in a 3D form as well. Entirely customizable from the simple changing of the eyes and wigs to getting down and dirty and reenacting my favorite scenes of Nip/Tuck by taking a blade to reshape their little resin noses, I collect these dolls to become the physical representation of the characters I so adore writing about.
And before I lead you all in the folly that my enjoyment from said dolls is due entirely to selfish aspects of collecting only for myself (after all, it is possible to be awesome such as myself yet still remain humble, why else would I allow my innermost thoughts such as this available to the public? You’re welcome), I should also point out that by immersing myself within the hobby I have met one of my very best friends. Every few months or so my dad or older sister will go to a doll show with me and those few hours spent together aren’t something I would every trade.
7. Cows- Have you remembered how awesome cows are?
8. Sewing- I abhor sewing. I have attempted to acquire this skill since grade school when my grandmother was the teacher for the local 4-H group and I thought it to be the perfect opportunity to dive in. Little did I know then my efforts at learning to do anything more than sewing a line that didn’t resemble that of a drunks path down a tightrope would result in many a high school year stabbing myself with needles and garnering myself with just enough skill to become the go-to girl within the family to fix split seams and apply patches yet unfortunately very little else in the world of creating actual fashion.
7. Cows- Have you remembered how awesome cows are?
8. Sewing- I abhor sewing. I have attempted to acquire this skill since grade school when my grandmother was the teacher for the local 4-H group and I thought it to be the perfect opportunity to dive in. Little did I know then my efforts at learning to do anything more than sewing a line that didn’t resemble that of a drunks path down a tightrope would result in many a high school year stabbing myself with needles and garnering myself with just enough skill to become the go-to girl within the family to fix split seams and apply patches yet unfortunately very little else in the world of creating actual fashion.
However, I continue to make my fingers bleed for although every new attempt usually ends in a tear fest complete with various notions thrown against the wall, I am forever drawn back into the amazing amount of skill and craftsmanship that is put into this gorgeous craft. I will never cease to filled with a balancing act of awe and envy at the inspiring creations certain individuals are able to create, and it is that lofty dream that I will likely continue to chase down until a crippling arthritis forces me into the realization that I have absolutely zero knack for this profession whatsoever. Until then, I keep my Teenage Mutant Nina Turtle band-aids nearby.
9. Music- One of my greatest pet peeves is when people ask me what type of music I listen to. I know it’s supposed to be the ‘universal question of all conversation starters’ or whatever, but in all honesty I could likely count the number of artists and bands I not only know the existence of but would possibly place upon the pedestal as being one of my favorites with one hand tied behind my back. I don’t pretend to be immune to all elements of pop and underground culture that have managed to infect my plugged in mind and will admit to having my preferences, but when it comes right down to it, I listen to just about anything that pops up on my Shuffle so long as it gets me in the right mood for whatever scene in my current story I am attempting to scratch out.
10. Fairytales- I am not simply referring to the Barbie-pink Disney cartoon fairytales either (not that I’m dissing those mind you, although I do refer more of a subdued pink than that likened by Miss Barbie, most often referred to as that of salmon which would utterly turn me away due to reminding me of a particularly nasty breed of fish if it wasn‘t such a damn beautiful shade). Rather, I am reaching out to every last ounce of romantic drama you could possibly strangle out from this single word, from the often disgusting and forgotten originals told my ye olde Brothers Grimm, to the glittery orgasmic dream of the high school prom queen, complete with tiaras, unicorns, castles in the sky and froo-froo ball gowns. Knights on white mares, kings on black stallions, while I have my preferance may they both always be around. I wore a tiara to my high school prom. I still want that pony. And my ultimate goal in life is to live happily ever after.
9. Music- One of my greatest pet peeves is when people ask me what type of music I listen to. I know it’s supposed to be the ‘universal question of all conversation starters’ or whatever, but in all honesty I could likely count the number of artists and bands I not only know the existence of but would possibly place upon the pedestal as being one of my favorites with one hand tied behind my back. I don’t pretend to be immune to all elements of pop and underground culture that have managed to infect my plugged in mind and will admit to having my preferences, but when it comes right down to it, I listen to just about anything that pops up on my Shuffle so long as it gets me in the right mood for whatever scene in my current story I am attempting to scratch out.
10. Fairytales- I am not simply referring to the Barbie-pink Disney cartoon fairytales either (not that I’m dissing those mind you, although I do refer more of a subdued pink than that likened by Miss Barbie, most often referred to as that of salmon which would utterly turn me away due to reminding me of a particularly nasty breed of fish if it wasn‘t such a damn beautiful shade). Rather, I am reaching out to every last ounce of romantic drama you could possibly strangle out from this single word, from the often disgusting and forgotten originals told my ye olde Brothers Grimm, to the glittery orgasmic dream of the high school prom queen, complete with tiaras, unicorns, castles in the sky and froo-froo ball gowns. Knights on white mares, kings on black stallions, while I have my preferance may they both always be around. I wore a tiara to my high school prom. I still want that pony. And my ultimate goal in life is to live happily ever after.
Until next time.
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