What?

      Um...I'm playing Sims Life Stories, and...in Rosie's memory panel, it said she kissed Rosie for the first time. So, uh, I guess her husband ignored her too long? My Sim likes to get intimate when she's all alone?
      I probably won't save the game...I don't know what happened...Besides, I already saved it after her kids were born. Hopefully that one weird memory is the only thing I lose. Here goes!

Hmm...

      There are two things I want right now. Well, two materialistic things; one actually made of material. A Big Bang Theory shirt, which says, Soft Sheldon, warm Sheldon, little friend named Spock; happy Sheldon, sleepy Sheldon, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Penny. I just adore it. I could imagine wearing that shirt...I think I would give everything I own to get that shirt.
      And then, contradictorily, I would also love...a second computer. A cheapo with Windows ME, Windows 2000, Windows XP or Windows 98. I haven't played Petz 5 in years, and it's just sitting on my shelf collecting dust, poor thing. I think I'm going to collect my GST and buy said cheapo computer in question and relive a piece of the good old days. Mostly because I had an extremely vivid dream last night, where I could hear my cats and read their name tags, and it actually read the names I chose back in 2004 or whatever it was. In my dream I had the same mix of Honey Bear and Calico, which by the way looks like just a really fat Calico. Other stuff happened in my dream, as usual, but it was nowhere near as pleasant so I won't discuss that...
      Remember playing that with me, sis? Man, I can so clearly imagine me wearing that shirt I'd love to have, playing that game, with you...As I have stated before, if I didn't have my imagination I'd have gone crazy years ago. Maybe I'll just create a modern book character who has everything I could ever desire. Ironically none of my beautiful mutants have it all; not even with their powers or their seductive grace. And this new gal has to be really special; I want to outdo myself. Hmm...I have some thinking to do.
      I created a character who is just like me. Except dead. And she has to come to terms with the fact that she's not alive anymore, because of her own choice; and all she wants is to go back and fix her mistakes...She's like me that way, but she grieves the loss of the living until they join her. And up until Steve Harvey made fun of that exact concept, I thought it was a good idea. I haven't written about her since. So, as I said, I want to outdo myself. Make a character that's never been made - a character who comes alive in my imagination.
      Now, how the hell would I do that...

I Feel So Accomplished!

      My first book ended at a total of two hundred and four pages. I think it went very well. Tonight, I reached the fiftieth page of the sequel! And it's going even better!

The Good Old Days

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      I never gave this much thought before, because I'm fan enough for three people; but hey, let's discuss it, shall we? In the movie Tangled, Mother Gothel sneaks into the kingdom with the intention of cutting a snippet of the baby's hair, which she would then hide under her pillow or whatever like a creep. But, when she cuts the hair it loses its power.
      So here's my thought. Rapunzel inherited those abilities through the Queen. The powers manifest at her scalp, not at the tips of her hair. Therefore, that lock of hair - which by the way, hasn't grown an inch in all of her eighteen years - should not have lost its capabilities.
      But hey, if you can slam back a magic soup and give birth to a magical baby, anything can happen. I mean, that soup, and its magical contents, should have gone to her digestive system, and not her abdomen. But if you can beat around the bush, why not ignore reality when you should really be writing about magical poop?

My Second Self

      Okay, so I've always talked to myself from like eight different perspectives. Maybe I'm just trying to look at each situation from every angle; or maybe I just think too hard when I'm writing a book and I have several characters with different personalities or maybe... maybe I just all my marbles. But that's alright. When I switch to my second personality, I know she has them all bagged up.
      But I am crazy. Sometimes I think I'm still a kid, meanwhile I'm acting like an old woman. Sometimes I forget who I am and where I'm going and what I'm doing...And sometimes I wake up feeling smart, and powerful, and so...incredibly not me that I feel I can do anything.
      Most of the time I feel horrible. And not just physically, but mentally. I'm stupid, and the worst part is, I know I am. When people say No, you're not; don't be so hard on yourself, I want to scream. Nobody listens to me.
      I know I'm a moron. I can feel this heavy, unmovable block in my mind. It's only gone on those rare and wonderful occasions when I wake up feeling like a different person; and on those days, I know I'm not the dimwit I usually am. I want to clean, and do homework, and just dive headfirst into all the things I normally loathe. On those days I'm different, because I am.
     Too bad those occasions don't happen...well, every morning.
     I'm undergoing a lot of change soon (in like, a whole fucking year; which is way too far away from now). I'm going to get my ugly teeth repaired. Maybe after The Big Change I'll dye my hair, buy lipstick, date - who knows? My mom wants to call me by my middle name, says I need to start my life over. I sure fucked this one up. Her boyfriend wants to pay for my tattoo, which I'm not sure about getting. I mean, what if I lose weight after the fact? Yucky.
      But I know that no matter what I look like, I'll still feel that block in my mind, keeping me from learning anything of significance. I know that when I try to tell someone how slow I am; they'll just roll my eyes and tell me to lighten up like my voice doesn't count.
      There has to be more to life than wishing it away. I wish I were different. I wish I could work. I wish I could add ten and nine without needing a calculator. I wish I wasn't going blind. I wish I wasn't going deaf. I wish my heart would beat normally. I wish my skin wasn't gray. I wish we had more food. I wish I had purpose. I wish I could see my sister whenever we wanted to visit. I wish I could take back all my bad choices. I wish, I wish, I wish! And I don't have a single penny to my name to spare.
      God, life's depressing.

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      A long, long, long time ago I posted an entry called "Ties Into The Past".
(http://shrek-4-ever.blogspot.ca/2015/01/ties-into-past.html).
      I had just discovered that Artie, a character in Shrek The Third, had been based off an actual king named Arthur.
      Well, last night I discovered the rest of the story. In a show called Merlin, there existed a king named Arthur Pendragon, who loved a woman named Gwen, and who knighted a squire named Lancelot. This simply cannot be coincidence; they had to have done it on purpose.
      I miss the days when I thought Shrek was all about fictional characters, like Pinocchio or the three blind mice or the three little pigs. But, at least it's not a big loss. It's not like Shrek The Third was ever good to begin with. Hell, I can write better than that. Yes, the idea of a school outcast being crowned king is a good idea, but come on. Mayor Of Loserville?
      Every time I think about Shrek The Third, my head aches. You know, I think I will try to rewrite it. Even if it turns out badly, people will still prefer it ogre the movie!