Quote of the day: "So God said 'Let there be hell'?" (Hell is the German word for light when referencing colors.)

Question of the day: Hmm. Would God have spoken in a specific language, Hebrew, or his own?

Ted's question #25: Aren't you going to pay any attention to me before you leave?

Reeses progress report: Um... Does reading a book on writing by Stephen King count? Oh, yeah! I forgot! I added another page last night! I haven't quite figured out how to work it in, but it's written and gotten positive feedback from some very nice reviews. (Selori, Mara Jade) I'll work it out somehow. Maybe one of the forementioned authors will agree/disagree with my proposed plan or suggest something better.

I've been playing video games. I might get on later and write something about, you know, space battles, dog fights, etc. (Dog fights in the sense of a battle between two or more groups of starfighters, in case you've not read any of the excellent X-wing series.)

I have nothing to say today other than the fact that my pinky finger hurts, so I'm going to follow the rubric for once.

Quote of the day: "The corollary is that no writer will take all of his or her editor's advice; for all have sinned and falledn short of editorial perfection. Put another way, to write is human, to edit is divine." -Stephen King in On Writing

Question of the day: Why am I condemned forevermore until halfway through June to "honors" biology?

Ted's question #24: Why am I condemned forevermore until halfway through the night to the other side of the door?

Reeses progress report: Uh... I'm supposed to have progress? Well, you see.... I still have an excuse: midterms. Yeah, yeah, that's it. You don't need to know that I wrote a testimony and read to page 62 in Stephen King on Writing today. I can't write because.... I broke a nail and now I can't type ... different finger.... P's. Or.... differentfinger.... apostrophies, ?, 0, or enter.

...different finger...

Actually, I'm exaggerating ever so slightly. As evident by my notebook, I still have two and a half notebook pages to type in and share from early January. I started on an outline to get me moving through the next part, which seems entirely too cliche, and I think I have two more sentences in my English notebook since I was dumb and left my main notebook that's already half used up since just after Crhistmas on the coffeetable when I left for school a couple days ago. Must've been it, 'cause I can't for the life of me find what I thought I wrote in it. All well, more pain and anxiety for y'all. I'm fine here, basking in the heat of the bath tub with a book and expecting a two hour delay tomorrow.

No, really, I remember writing that in math class during Channel One, 'cause I was too busy to care about the news in the world today. I mean, most of it doesn't directly affect my life anyway.

Eh, I'll share what I wrote tomorrow morning if Mara Jade doesn't e-mail me by then.

I'm popping on to say hi while I'm extraordinarily bored in TMP. I've just finished my final presentation, and I have nothing to do other than study for the host of midterms starting tomorrow, write something for the church newsletter, and write Reeses.

On the other hand, just hanging out here and being lazy sounds really good. So does reading fanfiction, but I'm kind of scared that they'd send me to the guidence office for reading what I do. I mean, the stories themselves aren't bad, but some people put some pretty harsh language into their stories. *Wepwawet God of War* But I suppose I could find something to peruse.

By the way, Mara Jade, I hope you don't mind that I cited you for my TMP final. I think that's where I heard that Stargate airs in England.

Well, I'm going to go read fanfiction for the next fifteen minutes. Auf Wiedersehen.

Thought I'd hang out here for a bit before I start frantically running around the house. Wahoo! I only have half the biology today that I had yesterday!

Oh, by the way, for those of you anxiously awaiting more Reeses, I realized that the next part I'm going to have to write seems kind of dull and leaves little room for any humor, so until I can think of something, please excuse me for being below my usual standards. I can't really start writing more until a week from today, though; we've got midterms next week. *shudders* *thinks of bio and history* *shudders violently*

Yeah... One person took the history midterm already and said that unless you've memorized the book, the best you can hope for is a C. But other than that and bio, where I usually get Cs on the regular tests and the only reason I have an A in the class is 'cause he curves the grades, I don't think any of them will be that bad. That doesn't mean I don't have to study, though, so I can't write any more Reeses. :(

That reminds me. I was talking to Mara Jade the other day after I forwarded her this e-mail (which I don't do often, by the way), and I thought I'd point this out to everyone while I'm at it... There are a bunch of references to Christianity. I think the first one is the Lord of Kings t-shirt. (I got another for Christmas! That makes me so happy!) It's got a parady of the message on the Ring that's straight out of Ephesians 4:4-7. Next, there's the 30 Hour Famine, which is a thing we do every February to raise money for the hungry people in other countries. (That's SO much fun!!!) And they make us drink fruit juice so most of us don't pass out while we're doing our nice little volunteer work. Then in "Love the Jaffa," that's the classic golden rule: Love your neighbor as yourself.

I can't think of anything else right now, which is good, 'cause I've gotta go. Bis Später!

Wow. Long time no see, huh?
I've been busy working on Greens Syndrome like a good little kid. And finally, after all these twenty-six hours and six minutes of *ahem* junk, I'm finished, done, ready to can anything that's green or looks like it's related to biology. I'll take the astrophysics; someone else can take the bio.

Oh, and to update you on the happiness-level of GS, aka. CCW, it's very sad and has a terrible end. It the worst thing I've ever written and if you have a chance to read it, you should turn your head toward the Faerie Queen by Spenser. (I've heard it's rather painful to read.) Don't listen to the people who've read GS. They've all been telling me that it's great, but they're insane. I'll go back to writing light and fluffy now.

For y'all who are waiting for more Reeses and have had to wait since last century, I feel your pain. Well, some of it. InuYasha's helped me, but with the whole biology thing, I wouldn't let myself write Reeses unless it was one of those two nights I didn't feel like sleeping and I wasn't inspired enough to count wasted time towards my log. The final result is that I have about a page of new Reeses stuff.

Now, I'd like everyone's opinion if you have my e-mail address. Mara Jade's been telling me that she'd rather wait even longer for a super long chapter than about three more weeks (I've got midterms) for a longer short chapter than I have ready this second. Actually, if you wait three weeks, I'll probably have more done. Nevermind my babble, just tell me what you think.

And if you're waiting for something else, tell me too. A while back, I took a pole of my top reviewers, who all said that they'd like to see more Reeses next without a doubt, which I'm now ready to do. I don't know what I did, but something gave me an idea for a way to get out of the tight spot I'd worked myself into with the whole "she turned around to find a zat in her face" thing.

I think you'll get a kick out of this: a girl at my church who read Reeses was reading the new part that only one other person's seen so far. After about a paragraph or two, she turns to me and asks, "You're confusing me! You started out in third person and now you're in first person." To which I replied, "It's all in first person; you're not reading it right." Then she figured out that Sarah was "retreated" during this part.

I guess what I'm trying to say with all these similarly-lined/worded/spaced paragraphs is that: (A) I'm completely finished with my biology project for now! Wahoo! and (B) Reeses is back! And so, I hope you enjoyed my entry of the similarly-lined/worded/spaced paragraphs. Oh, and I guess I never said that I hope you have a Merry Christmas and a happy new year, too!

Thought I'd give you a progress report on stories. Since there won't be anything new on any of them until I'm done with biology, I guess I'll tell you about CCW.

I'm getting along fairly well with the plot. I kind of have an idea where I'm going and how to get there, but it's kind of like having a skeleton. From the positioning of the bones relative to eachother, you can kind of determine what it looked like, but then, if we just looked like our skeleton, not many people would be so worried about how big their waist is; it'd probably have the circumference of a jar of jam. (Just in case some British people read this, let me just say that we've got a distinction between jam and jelly: jam actually has the fruit and seeds, jelly doesn't.)

And so, I have the muscles and organs to fill in as I go. It's not going to be a happy, light thing like Reeses or Hot Pink. Too bad; I like writing happy and light. But when you have a story where people are basically dying left and right, what d'you expect? I suppose I brought this upon myself anyway. Lucky me. I hope your new year is going better so far.

"The ideas that come out of science fiction are often more science than fiction." -Retired US Air Force General Michael E. Ryan, guest star on Stargate.

Okay. I'm still feeling like I'm floating with the wind. (And, NO, it's not from any unnatural stimulus. Humph.) Anyway, here's what I wrote early this morning, moments after the ball dropped in New York. (And they were a whole SECOND off this year! Duh!) Of course, this is the first thing I wrote this year.


The stars. They're so beautiful this night, it's as if they're calling out my name. They merely ask me to write something worthy of their magnificance. These stars that shine over me this first hour of 2004 reflect the brilliance of a fat half moon hanging in the navy sky.

What a shame that we barely bother with them, though by all scientific reasoning, they are our wise elders of billions of years.

A pity indeed that we celebrate the new and blatently ignore the old. Perhaps the old is plain and boring to us, because it is all we allow oursleves to know. If we consistently looked to the new, the old would appear new or welcoming in our eyes.

Too often we take the old for granted because it is our norm. It is nothing new to us to have food, clothing, family (or some semblance thereof), and utilities. Yet, if any one of these was absent, we'd be even more discontented than already.

How many times do you lay in a perfect, warm, fluffly bed on a Saturday morning with no where to go and, instead of revelling in comfort and counting it a blessing from God, you think about work, school, or something you "have" to do that day? Or in the winter, you come into a warm house and whine about the cold. These are not new, so we do not celebrate them or pay them any mind.