Mom’s watching America’s Got Talent, and asks me who Howard Stern is. I answer, “Um,” *pauses for a moment to laugh* “He’s a radio host.”

Seriously, can’t really explain who Howard Stern is and what he does to my mother who is 70+. Like, if she knew who he was she’ll stop watching America’s Got Talent, and she likes America’s Got Talent. Can’t have that; nope, no way.

This is Isadora.

I started to call her Isadora of Gallifrey for no real reason.

Might keep that as her name because my other kitten has a title, too.

That is Sidney Doom-Cat (and his box).

Say hello to Isadora of Gallifrey and Sidney Doom-Cat.

Compiling short stories I’ve written before at the moment. Going to start a writing blog which will include fairy tales, poetry, stories, poetry, random (fictional) conversations, short plays, and poetry. (Did I mention poetry already?) -is, by default, a poet-

So! I have decided to write fairy tales or stories that resemble fairy tales and compile them for a book. Of what I wrote so far I’ve basically repurposed classic tales. Well, guess repurpose isn’t the right word… retell is possibly closer.

However, my main story is one I started two years ago as an assignment in my anthropology of fairy tales course. Never finished it but I know more about the ending now. Glad I didn’t focus on finishing it until now or it’ll end up excluding concepts I only recently grasped.

This fairy tale is about a girl trying to save the boy who showed her the world.

Not really an original story because it is a starting point which has already been done before. Well, one can argue that many original stories resemble stories which came before them because they’re archetypes. (eg: the hero on his journey)

When it comes to controversial ideas I may want to write or comment about or ask opinions, whether these ideas are mine or something I heard from someone else, I get stressed out greatly. Ultimately I avoid the stress and thus avoid writing on tumblr or bringing a topic up I my not understand but wish to understand more or why. I most likely will not ‘like’ or ‘reblog’ a post or add anything to the originating post. I’ll be afraid to state my opinion or go against someone else’s or have people see me ‘agree’ or ‘deny’ controversial ideas.

It could be any controversial idea: stuff from the news, current issues, opinions on movies, etc.

However, it may be that i just don’t want to be seen taking any one side. I don’t want my opinions known because I suspect people will start bothering me. I also don’t like stress, or causing others hurt.

Yet, the question I should be asking: is the probable stress of writing a comment going to outweigh the stress of wanting to write but choosing to not do so?

*sighs*

Doom plays fetch. I need to get a vid or picture of this. I throw the foil candy wrappers across the room, the kitty chases after them, brings the wrappers back, I throw them again, and it’s really cute and awesome.

Doom plays fetch!

Oh yeah!

My student loans went into repayment a week before my first car payment and car loan is due. Totally a problem because I’d incorrectly thought my student loans were going to be $100 a month. Paid this month’s balance in full because I don’t want to get in trouble with the government.

Which means I am so need of $300 now, though. Last thing I want is to miss my first car payment.

Oh, and to lovely think my stress is triggering. Got to remind self that my health insurance is on hold and I cannot afford another trip to the ER. (It took me nearly three years to pay off the last ER bill my insurance ‘refused’ to pay because I made ‘too’ much money that month.)

Well, here’s hoping I get the money in time. Don’t want to end up on a repo reality TV show, after all.

Recently explained to a friend that I’m unfamiliar reading books using first person. Well, excluding The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova since I see it more as a historical narrative/fictional autobiography book, I couldn’t recall reading any books in first person except Bloody Jack Adventure series by L.A. Meyer.

By being unfamiliar with books written in first person I decided that I would avoid them until I could focus my mind enough for reading. The last ten months have been very difficult for me to read a book in under three weeks, let alone nine, or even twelve weeks. My mind has only been able to truly focus on watching TV shows from BBC (Doctor Who, FTW!) to shows which ended when I was still in JR High (Buffy/Angel).

However, I just found out yesterday as I went through my ‘already read’ books to find some to donate that not only have read books in first person but one of my favorite authors, an author I still follow, wrote near exclusively in first person. (The discovery Joan Bauer’s books is so one of my favorite reasons why I liked High School.) While at Target this afternoon I decided to look to see what person Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson & the Olympians series was written in. To my ever-growing pleasant surprise those books were written in first person, too!

Now I change my reason for not reading books in first person that aren’t autobiographic (fictional or otherwise) to this: if I can’t get into the first-person narrator’s mindset then I will either stop reading or continue to do so grudgingly.

First person is still unfamiliar to me but I will not purposely avoid a book now unless, by reviews or spoilers or the like, I know I won’t be able to sympathize with first-person narrator. This means that when I’m able to finally sit down and read a book I can read Suzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games!

As for the book that my original statement focused on, I’ll try reading you again when school starts up once more. If not, there is always the graphic novel.

Me + Car + Pet Store = Bad Idea.

I adopted a cat from a shelter who showed cats within the pet store. She is lovable, very nervous, and Sidney Doom-Cat is all hiss-y and not liking her. Still too early to tell whether the two will get along.

Here’s Isadora, Izzy for short.

The hamster is still missing. By this point I’ve decided to accept that I may never know what happened to her. I’m not really mad at the kitten because it was in his nature to ‘hunt’ the hamster. However, I just wish my confidence that the screen on the cage would hold his weight. Should have made sure Sidney could not sit on top of Rosco’s cage.

I’ll miss the little hamster the size of a ping-pong ball, a fluffy ping-pong ball.