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I never thought I would complain about having an apartment built on a lake... But the ducks quaking non-frickin-stop at six in the morning have caused me to change my mind.

Anyway, this weekend has ended up being consumed by unpacking, but once I get everything settled Monday, I'll start posting some more. I promise. I also have a chapter for There's Always Tomorrow to be posted as well.

Finally

Finally, I am here. Boxes are in the apartment, though not unpacked, but I am here. Officially moved in.

However, three things crossed my mind today:

1) Holy freaking hell. I forgot how hot it gets down south.

2) I don't remember packing that many boxes.

3) Why, oh why did we have to have an apartment on the second floor?

But anyway. My time of neglecting this blog and my writing has come to an end. I've stumbled across some old journals filled with random scribbles of thoughts and poems that I will be posting. I've also got some stories to type up and some questions to get to later on. I'm hoping to have lots of time on my hands so I can form a schedule so to speak and keep everything moving. I'll be posting again soon!

Question: What kind of a student were you?

Question: What kind of a student were you?

Answer:

That depends on what you are referring to. If you are referring to grades, I was a great student, graduating with honors and a 3.9 GPA, ranked in the top 10% of my class, in the National Honors Society for all four years...

But if you are asking as in my day to day school life... that may be a little bit different of an answer. You see, on my official transcripts, it says that my senior year I only missed eight days of school all year. Yeah... right... I think that if I was to tally up the days that I actually went to every class for the full amount of time, it might equal eight. How did I manage to pull that off? With the help of my best friend.

We were skipping our third block class one day and decided to visit the Principal. Yes, while skipping class we willingly went to the Principal's office. Why? Because he had buckets of candy in his office. So we were sitting there, chilling, talking about sports and events going on in town, munching on gumdrops and sour worms, then we said our goodbyes and left. On our way out we had to walk through the attendance office. I know... not only are we skipping and being seen by the Principal, but the attendance officer as well. But on our way out my friend turns around and tells the attendance officer that one of our teachers ran out of hall passes and needed some more. The woman smiled and said 'Okay. Here are two pads of them. Can you take them to him?'

Sure! So we are now in possession of two stacks of hall passes, ready to be used at our will. But half the time we didn't even need them. I had made an agreement with my pre-calc teacher that I would stay in class long enough to do the three daily problems he put on the board and then I could leave, only needing to come back for tests and quizzes (leaving right after them as well).

I took an art class my senior year and when I completed my first project on the third day of the semester, I asked the teacher if I could leave, she said sure. When I came back the next day, she asked me why I was there. I looked at her funny and asked if that meant I could leave again. She again asked me why I was there. So I asked her what about tomorrow. She said as far as the attendance book indicated, I was always in class and on time. Sweet!

Then there was my favorite teacher, the one I told you about a few posts back that kicked me out of class for getting an A on a test. Yeah. That would go down like this:

Me: (poking my head in the door and waving my hand) Hi Mac!

Teacher: What do you want?

Me: Just making sure you saw that I was here today.

Teacher: I see you.

Me: Okay. I'm going to go now.

Teacher: Whatever. (returns his attention to his newspaper)

Then there were the really weird days where our audio/visual tech needed something from a store across town and unlocked the gates so my friend and I could drive to go get it, giving us his credit card to do so. Did I mention this 'town' was Daytona Beach. I guess I should use the term city next time. We also had a different teacher give us his debit card and pin number so we could pull money out of his bank account buy him and ourselves lunch... allowing us to skip class in order to do it as well.

So, to answer your question, on paper, I was an excellent student. In reality... eh, not so much.

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Just thought I'd sneak this one in here since I had some extra time. Also, I will be getting back to writing 'There's Always Tomorrow', but I found myself having to reread BWYDT to find out what exactly I had already written about Adrianne's family. So I've been stuck on that story until I finished it up. I only have a few chapters to go so I should be posting again on that any day. I'm so sorry that I have left you all hanging as long as I have. But BWYDT is just so frickin long!

Mom's... well it's my Mom so you know what that means

The day after Thanksgiving my mother, father, sister, and I were siting around the table eating. During the flowing discussion, my mother was relaying events that unfolded on a TV show, House Hunters International to be exact. As she talked about the show, she hesitated mid-sentence and then continued on. However, that hesitation caught my attention for one undeniable reason.

Me: Did you just say 'cock'?
Mom: No.

Danielle: I thought I hear that too.

Dad: I wasn't going to say anything but I saw Brandi catch it as well.

Mom: I did not say that.

All of us: Yes you did.

Mom: Why are you picking on me?

Me: We aren't picking on you. We're just trying to figure out how the word 'cock' fits into anything you were saying.

Mom: It doesn't. That's why I didn't say it.

Then the next day at breakfast the same topic came up and my mother's denial continued, except this time... she gave us an excuse:

Danielle: No. You said cock.

Mom: I did not. I was in the middle of saying a word and stopped. That's what you heard.

Me: If so, you would have been in the middle of saying the word 'country'. Then you would have said 'cunt', not 'cock'.

Dad: (yells from a distant room in the house) That's right!

Mom: I didn't say cock!

Me and Danielle: Yes you did!

Mom: No I didn't! Now stop talking about it or I'm going to wash all of your mouths out with soap.

Question: How/why Glee/Faberry?

I'm combining a few different questions I have received through emails or comments about how and why I started writing about the show Glee and that particular pairing. First, I'm going to start with my whole thought process on the show, because I have to admit that when I first heard about it... I wasn't interested at all. Well, I shouldn't say that. I should say that I wasn't interested enough to watch the premiere but was interested enough to click on an episode when there was nothing else on to watch. I didn't start watching it until the first thirteen episodes were available on DVD. But let me go over the very first time I actually decided that it might be a show I would be interested in.

I was flipping though channels, looking for pretty much anything to watch, when I stumbled upon Glee during a marathon showing. The episode? Preggers. The scene? When Mr. Schue gives Rachel's solo to Tina and she is ranting about how it's her solo and that everything from West Side Story is to go to her. -First thought on the show: "Man, she's a bitch." Changed the channel.

Still nothing on so I ended up back on Glee when Kurt approached Finn and stated he wasn't gay. -Second thought on the show: "Someone is in serious denial." Left the room and came back in.

Glee was still on when Rachel started singing 'Taking Chances'. -Third reaction on the show: "Holy shit... she can actually sing. Give her the damn solo." (Sits down in the chair and watches the rest of the show... and the next... and the next.)

I've always been a musical person so I was interested in the show in that aspect. However, I feared that it would end up being 'high school musical' just for a different network so I never took the time to sit down and watch it. Once I did, I was hooked. The underdog message was something everyone could relate to, but the thing I loved the most was the humor. It was quick and sarcastic. Just the way I like it.
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Why write for Glee and not another, more extablished show?

I could relate to the character's on Glee more. It was easier for me to put myself in their shows and write a story around how I thought they would react. I felt very attached to the characters in most the same ways everyone else does.
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Why Faberry pairing?

I LOVE the dynamics of the characters. They are enemies without any real cause for it. I have always loved the idea of two people disliking each other and after being put in a position to get to know each other, they realize that they are alike, or can relate to one another. The fact that they're both absolutely beautiful didn't really hurt either.

Now I pose a question: Why Glee/Faberry for you? Same reasons or something different?