What Motivates you?
How well does that effect the long term out look, or your performance?
At the LDSSA Retreat, we were given this graph of Motivation.
Least Effective Most Effective
--I---------------I--------------I------------I----
Rewards Fear Duty Love
Rewards- Are temporary, and they have to be continuous, once the rewards stops, the motivation to get the reward stops which means the thing needing to be done doesn't get done.
Fear- Can be longer lasting if you leave a lasting impression, but eventually the Fear wanes, and the person being subjected to the fear rebels.
Duty- If you feel like you need to do it out of duty, because you should, or you need to. It can last longer.
And finally Love. Where you do it because you can, not because you have to. You do it because you want to. not because its required. You do it because you 'love' the person and you want to please them.
(those were my own interpretations)
-I totally want to say more about this, but my Duty to my homework is calling to me and the Reward of being able to get more then 6 hours of sleep, as well as the Fear of failing my classes and the Love of reading new materials are all motivating me to not write more to this blog. :)
(that was an attempt to use all four types of motivation to show that different things could motivate out of different reasons. :) )
So its a food for thought concept tonight :)
What is motivating you right now? How are you being motivated because of that motivation? Should you change how you're being motivated to become better?
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic
The Dream <- (Look I remembered it this time! WOOT!!)
I was in a store with other family members.
My parents wanted to give us all a backpack and let us pick one in two shelving areas.
It would be for free basically, a gift from the store.
I wandered around seeing a bunch of different backpacks. I was looking for a backpack backpack compared to the knapsack type of bags that have strings that went over the shoulders. I finally ended up with a brown backpack that came with a brown long eared doggie stuffed animal.
But that wasn't all. When nobody was looking -I had to move into another aisle to do this when nobody was looking. My parents let me pick another stuffed animal out. So I reached up and pulled down another dog stuffed animal and tried to keep it hidden. I picked it so my current brown dog would have company.
But it ended up that people saw stuffed animals for sell just a couple of aisles over and they wanted them, even though they weren't part of the deal. Finally the store people decided that we could get them -they were smaller ponies and puny stuffed animals- for half off. I went through the shelves which reminded me of storage shelves for food storage they were grey and rickety. I went over to see if there was anything I would want. I saw alot of little pony stuffed animals and a couple of small two inch stuffed animals, And whenever I tried to move forward to see more little stuffed animals (I hadn't seen any that I wanted) I would end up in a different part of the shelving away from the stuffed animals. I tried to figure it out a couple of times until i realizes there was a 'secret' entrance. I went to try it.
And I was in church the Bishop was asking if I would play the piano. So I said yes. and they wanted to know what songs I could play. I told them hymn 19 and 6 I think. And I also ended up changing a hymn to number 3 -We thank thee oh God for a prophet. Which they thought was very good because the other songs -I think Redeemer of Israel was one of them- also related to the prophets. Then I opened up the hymn book to number 19..or was it 17. and it wasn't the song I thought it was. It was a song titled..Hope Saves ---something.Today? I dont' know. It was a hymn we'd never sung before. And I could hear everyone in the congregation saying that. But I started to play this song I never knew how to play. And the melody was similar to Now Let us Rejoice...I think...but it was a melody that was similar enough to the two songs I really knew how to play. The notes would go a bit higher then I was used to, but I was doing alright. I was still only top handing it though. And when I finished one verse I decided that was enough though I did hesitate before continuing and looked at the bishop and he gave me that nod of "its fine lets go on to the prayer" So I sat down and closed my eyes waiting for the prayer to be said and thinking "Oh man..what song did I pick for the Sacrament hymn? Was it Redeemer of Israel? I hope its sacrament appropriate.
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
The End of the Line
...I've come to a realization today.
My second day of classes for this year.
That I really don't want to take anymore ASL classes.
I love the signing, love using the language.
But I am so sick of the classes.
Okay not sick of them, but I am reaching that threshold point where I feel like "I already know it all" I just need experience now. Not more classes. Hopefully I can keep my cool and still like the classes for this semester and the next. But then I am so done with them.
So ASL classes...are heading out. I want to move onto the next level.
That doesn't mean I'm sick with school all together.
I'm loving my other classes. All the different subjects I'm taking to finish my major, its fun. :)
I may have said this before and I"m sure I"ll say it again.
I love to learn.
If the subject interests me. I want to learn all I can from it.
I'm one of those people...where I like to dabble.
But I am into the histories and sciences. Anatomy, History, Anthropology, Archeology, Biology, Criminal Justice. I just like to learn. To gain knowledge.
So I don't know if I'll ever fully be sick of school. Since there are alot of options of classes out there.
But ASL...the train is beginning to leave the station. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
:( I think until I get used to my new schedule...dreams are going to be rather hard to write down. I know them in the morning, but by the time I get back to my laptop after a busy day in the evening...I don't remember. :( I'll need to make more effort now to remember :)
My second day of classes for this year.
That I really don't want to take anymore ASL classes.
I love the signing, love using the language.
But I am so sick of the classes.
Okay not sick of them, but I am reaching that threshold point where I feel like "I already know it all" I just need experience now. Not more classes. Hopefully I can keep my cool and still like the classes for this semester and the next. But then I am so done with them.
So ASL classes...are heading out. I want to move onto the next level.
That doesn't mean I'm sick with school all together.
I'm loving my other classes. All the different subjects I'm taking to finish my major, its fun. :)
I may have said this before and I"m sure I"ll say it again.
I love to learn.
If the subject interests me. I want to learn all I can from it.
I'm one of those people...where I like to dabble.
But I am into the histories and sciences. Anatomy, History, Anthropology, Archeology, Biology, Criminal Justice. I just like to learn. To gain knowledge.
So I don't know if I'll ever fully be sick of school. Since there are alot of options of classes out there.
But ASL...the train is beginning to leave the station. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
:( I think until I get used to my new schedule...dreams are going to be rather hard to write down. I know them in the morning, but by the time I get back to my laptop after a busy day in the evening...I don't remember. :( I'll need to make more effort now to remember :)
Monday, August 29, 2011
Its Baaaack
Its started up again.
Anatomy.
I'm taking another class. The 'beginning' class.
Instead of the 'hardest' class which I took last semester.
And I must say.
I actually am enjoying myself in the class. :)
Because right now I know and understand what is going on.
Its like seeing a friend from long ago, and being happy to see them.
You remember a few details about that friend, but not everything.
So it makes learning those details once again, rather fun. :)
Or. I just really like appearing to be the 'smartest' class.
Yah its probably that one.
I like knowing what is going on. And I guess I really like knowing information the others don't.
Its a rather bad tendency of mine. To answer questions asked people other then myself. Because I already know the answer from having the same conversation a little bit before.
Well Anatomy is like that.
Though I don't know all the information anymore. :(
I do still know the 12 different systems in the body.
Thanks to a handy acronym another guy told me in the Human Anatomy.
CDURRNSMILE
C-DURRN-SMILE
Cardiovascular (Circulatory) System
Digestive System
Urinary System
Respiratory System
Reproductive System -Female
Reproductive System -Male
Nervous System
Skeletal System
Muscular System
Integumentary System
Lymphatic System
Endocrine System
:) I also know that DURRR <- = the 5 Visceral systems. Otherwise known as the systems that have an opening to the outside air. Its rather handy that those five are together in a row.
:) So I had a boost of enjoyment in my anatomy class today (the first of the semester for me.)
Just because I already knew the information. :)
Looks like my plan to take the Hardest Class first and then the Easiest one is working.
For now. :)
I'll have to see how it goes when we get to the Physiology part of the course. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
-Woke up early, dream faded from my mind. :(
Anatomy.
I'm taking another class. The 'beginning' class.
Instead of the 'hardest' class which I took last semester.
And I must say.
I actually am enjoying myself in the class. :)
Because right now I know and understand what is going on.
Its like seeing a friend from long ago, and being happy to see them.
You remember a few details about that friend, but not everything.
So it makes learning those details once again, rather fun. :)
Or. I just really like appearing to be the 'smartest' class.
Yah its probably that one.
I like knowing what is going on. And I guess I really like knowing information the others don't.
Its a rather bad tendency of mine. To answer questions asked people other then myself. Because I already know the answer from having the same conversation a little bit before.
Well Anatomy is like that.
Though I don't know all the information anymore. :(
I do still know the 12 different systems in the body.
Thanks to a handy acronym another guy told me in the Human Anatomy.
CDURRNSMILE
C-DURRN-SMILE
Cardiovascular (Circulatory) System
Digestive System
Urinary System
Respiratory System
Reproductive System -Female
Reproductive System -Male
Nervous System
Skeletal System
Muscular System
Integumentary System
Lymphatic System
Endocrine System
:) I also know that DURRR <- = the 5 Visceral systems. Otherwise known as the systems that have an opening to the outside air. Its rather handy that those five are together in a row.
:) So I had a boost of enjoyment in my anatomy class today (the first of the semester for me.)
Just because I already knew the information. :)
Looks like my plan to take the Hardest Class first and then the Easiest one is working.
For now. :)
I'll have to see how it goes when we get to the Physiology part of the course. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
-Woke up early, dream faded from my mind. :(
Sunday, August 28, 2011
The DayDawn is Breaking
I felt like I was back in Girls camp again. Or even Youth Conference.
Because the LDSSA Retreat did "Solo Time"
I haven't had a Solo time since Girls Camp.
It was rather odd to experience it again.
Because Solo time was where I decided that I would continue to write in my journal.
Even after my last year of girls camp finished.
-Before my last year, I would write for that week, then drop it until the next girls camp.
Well. I got a chance at solo time once more :)
Though I didn't write in my journal for it this time -I only had two pages left in it :S I needed to save those pages until I could buy another journal.
Though we did solo time rather earlier at this Retreat. Usually it was around lunch time we would do it.
Ours was....at 6:30 am. Until 8:00 am.
Basically we got up before the sun.
And since we were in the mountains.
It was a rather cold morning. -I didn't mind. I love the cold!
But we had to go outside...until 8.
And the ground...was still damp.
I used a binder as protection between me and the grass.
Anyway. While all the girls were dashing upstairs to get blankets and jackets to get warm. I headed outside to find a good spot by myself.
I went behind the cabin and came up to a natural 'amphitheatre' -a hill with layered benches. (no picture of the hill, I'm sorry)
I sat at the top in the cool predawn light, at the edge of the forest line -where the nice green grass ended and the trees were thick.
And started reading my scriptures. -I would read a chapter from the book of Mormon, then go to the D&C, then to the Old Testament, and then read a chapter from the New Testament. -This has been my system for a year or so now. :)
Anyway as I was reading, I glanced up at some point. And noticed that the sun was coming up. I could see the yellow from the trees. But I was still in shadow. And I thought to myself "The sun is coming up, but I don't think I will feel the warmth of the rays until after solo time is over." and I went back to reading.
Then a couple of chapters later. I felt warmth on my face. It was shining on my left eye. (the one that wasn't bruised) I looked up in surprise. And there was the sun. Shining behind two trees.
And I felt a wave of warmth rush through me.
I opened up a 'journal' from my scripture bag that I got back in Institute and wrote these words:
Bednar's talk was right. The dawn comes almost imprecepetly until one realizes it is day.
-I was sitting on a hill in darkness, reading my scriptures, I knew the sun was rising, but I didn't think it would come to me before our solo time was done. But as I sat reading I felt the light touch my face, and the warmth that was received from it. It brought such a feeling of comfort to know that the light/lord can touch me when I'm willing to let it/him touch me. Not physically willing, but spiritually willing. Even when I thought I would remain in darkness, he came. The light came and took a moment to shine between two trees and cast its rays upon my face. It may have taken time and patience but the light came. The light will always come.
I was thinking about how alot of people I know seem to be walking in darkness.
They don't think that the sun will ever rise and cast them into the light.
I even thought it myself that morning as I was sitting reading the scriptures.
The light won't come. (until after I left)
Yet I felt so much...peace. Happiness when that single ray shone directly on my face.
A gentle touch to remind me. That I can be in the light. Receive the warmth. Get comfort.
That I don't have to sit shivering in the darkness.
Another girl commented on this when I mentioned that the sun had reached me during our solo time.
She said "Yah the sun was right there in front of me. I could see it, but I was leaning against something and I didn't want to move into the light and loose that support. So I just stayed in my blanket." -in the darkness.
And I thought.
We need to make an effort as well. Christ could be reaching out to us. But if we don't make an effort to move towards him, he can't help us. We need to move towards him. Or make an effort to be where he can help us out. Otherwise...we only get so far.
She was leaning against something. I was sitting on a hill. I saw another person sitting on some benches under the trees. Still in darkness even when the sun was shining everywhere else.
but because I had made an effort to sit a bit higher...'sit on a mountain' as it were. I received the sun's rays. Even if it did take a bit of time. I might not have been the first to feel the warmth. But it did happen.
The sun will always come up. Christ will always be there. Willing to be a comfort for those who seek comfort. A guide for those who seek guidance. A listening ear for those who need to vent. He is there.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
We were heading off to church.
It was my dad, me and my siblings. My mom had gone ahead already.
-I'm not sure if my siblings were there...I do remember my dad though.
Except. It seemed like Dad and I couldn't get to church. We would set off walking. and all of a sudden we would be back at our house. It was like we had a block of some sort. Where something was preventing us from going to church. We kept going back home. I had my dog in my arms and there was a time when we took the truck..but I think it broke down, and we were back at our house. I finally decided that we must have forgotten something. So we parked the van and I opened up the door to let our three dogs Sadie, Pepper, and another dog..I think it was a beagle of some sorts...or a white dog..idk. in or out of the car.
There was alot of emphasis on the animals.
We never did get to church. Other things came up.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Because the LDSSA Retreat did "Solo Time"
I haven't had a Solo time since Girls Camp.
It was rather odd to experience it again.
Because Solo time was where I decided that I would continue to write in my journal.
Even after my last year of girls camp finished.
-Before my last year, I would write for that week, then drop it until the next girls camp.
Well. I got a chance at solo time once more :)
Though I didn't write in my journal for it this time -I only had two pages left in it :S I needed to save those pages until I could buy another journal.
Though we did solo time rather earlier at this Retreat. Usually it was around lunch time we would do it.
Ours was....at 6:30 am. Until 8:00 am.
Basically we got up before the sun.
And since we were in the mountains.
It was a rather cold morning. -I didn't mind. I love the cold!
But we had to go outside...until 8.
And the ground...was still damp.
I used a binder as protection between me and the grass.
Anyway. While all the girls were dashing upstairs to get blankets and jackets to get warm. I headed outside to find a good spot by myself.
I went behind the cabin and came up to a natural 'amphitheatre' -a hill with layered benches. (no picture of the hill, I'm sorry)
I sat at the top in the cool predawn light, at the edge of the forest line -where the nice green grass ended and the trees were thick.
And started reading my scriptures. -I would read a chapter from the book of Mormon, then go to the D&C, then to the Old Testament, and then read a chapter from the New Testament. -This has been my system for a year or so now. :)
Anyway as I was reading, I glanced up at some point. And noticed that the sun was coming up. I could see the yellow from the trees. But I was still in shadow. And I thought to myself "The sun is coming up, but I don't think I will feel the warmth of the rays until after solo time is over." and I went back to reading.
Then a couple of chapters later. I felt warmth on my face. It was shining on my left eye. (the one that wasn't bruised) I looked up in surprise. And there was the sun. Shining behind two trees.
And I felt a wave of warmth rush through me.
I opened up a 'journal' from my scripture bag that I got back in Institute and wrote these words:
Bednar's talk was right. The dawn comes almost imprecepetly until one realizes it is day.
-I was sitting on a hill in darkness, reading my scriptures, I knew the sun was rising, but I didn't think it would come to me before our solo time was done. But as I sat reading I felt the light touch my face, and the warmth that was received from it. It brought such a feeling of comfort to know that the light/lord can touch me when I'm willing to let it/him touch me. Not physically willing, but spiritually willing. Even when I thought I would remain in darkness, he came. The light came and took a moment to shine between two trees and cast its rays upon my face. It may have taken time and patience but the light came. The light will always come.
I was thinking about how alot of people I know seem to be walking in darkness.
They don't think that the sun will ever rise and cast them into the light.
I even thought it myself that morning as I was sitting reading the scriptures.
The light won't come. (until after I left)
Yet I felt so much...peace. Happiness when that single ray shone directly on my face.
A gentle touch to remind me. That I can be in the light. Receive the warmth. Get comfort.
That I don't have to sit shivering in the darkness.
Another girl commented on this when I mentioned that the sun had reached me during our solo time.
She said "Yah the sun was right there in front of me. I could see it, but I was leaning against something and I didn't want to move into the light and loose that support. So I just stayed in my blanket." -in the darkness.
And I thought.
We need to make an effort as well. Christ could be reaching out to us. But if we don't make an effort to move towards him, he can't help us. We need to move towards him. Or make an effort to be where he can help us out. Otherwise...we only get so far.
She was leaning against something. I was sitting on a hill. I saw another person sitting on some benches under the trees. Still in darkness even when the sun was shining everywhere else.
but because I had made an effort to sit a bit higher...'sit on a mountain' as it were. I received the sun's rays. Even if it did take a bit of time. I might not have been the first to feel the warmth. But it did happen.
The sun will always come up. Christ will always be there. Willing to be a comfort for those who seek comfort. A guide for those who seek guidance. A listening ear for those who need to vent. He is there.
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Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
We were heading off to church.
It was my dad, me and my siblings. My mom had gone ahead already.
-I'm not sure if my siblings were there...I do remember my dad though.
Except. It seemed like Dad and I couldn't get to church. We would set off walking. and all of a sudden we would be back at our house. It was like we had a block of some sort. Where something was preventing us from going to church. We kept going back home. I had my dog in my arms and there was a time when we took the truck..but I think it broke down, and we were back at our house. I finally decided that we must have forgotten something. So we parked the van and I opened up the door to let our three dogs Sadie, Pepper, and another dog..I think it was a beagle of some sorts...or a white dog..idk. in or out of the car.
There was alot of emphasis on the animals.
We never did get to church. Other things came up.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Group Support
Peer Pressure.
It can make you do alot of things you weren't really planning on doing.
Like letting myself get thrown into the air and getting a black eye for example :)
(For the story about the black eye see yesterday's post)
But it can also have a positive aspect.
Inspiring you to do better.
At the ropes course we went to for our LDSSA retreat.
They had a rockwall.
I love rockclimbing.
So I was really looking forward to doing that....
only it looked like I wasn't going to. :( *sniff*
The other options were more 'fun' to the others.
So it wasn't going to happen.
Except I kept mentioning that I wanted to climb the rockwall.
As I was sitting there, with an icepack to my head.
And as lunch was getting started.
The leader came up to me and said "They're opening the rockwall specially for you Sarnic."
Wahoo!! I get to climb!! :D
-I was the only one allowed to climb.
So I got my gear on.
And as I was getting ready and they were setting up the course.
Almost all of the LDSSA members gathered around to see me climb.
Dun dun dun.
The pressure was on. Because I had said that I was good at rock climbing. Now I had to prove it.
Below is a picture of the rockwall that I would be climbing.
<- Bump
<- Bump
There were three levels to this rockwall.
Which would correspond to easy, medium and hard.
I started at the bottom of the hard one.
Because it looked like the easiest starting point.
And I had the intention to move over to the easier side as I climbed.
Because they said I could do that.
Well...I never got the chance to move over.
See the bumps in the rockwall?
The ones that jut out from the flat face in two upside down V's?
Yep. I climbed that.
I hadn't ever really done that before. :)
But I had the strong Strong thought.
"I can't fall. I really can't fall, I can't tell them I'm a good climber and then fall!"
So I kept going up and over the first bump.
Then the second one.
-At one point my feet slipped. So I was hanging on by my hands.
-I could hear the people below cheering me on, and talking.
And I wouldn't give up.
So I got my feet back on the holds.
And kept moving upward.
I think it was the second bump..that I had a slight snag.
Of no good holds nearby to stick my feet in to pull myself up over the bump.
But my knee was in a good spot. So using my hands and my knee (right one -the one that gave me my bruise) I pulled myself up over it. All the while praying "Please don't let me slip. I don't want to hit my head again, I don't want to fall so close to the top."
I didn't slip! Yay!
But as I was getting over the second bump.
I was getting really shaky. My limbs were trembling from the effort.
-I don't go rock climbing that often though I love it.
Still I told myself.
All the council is down there. I need to get to the top. I need to get to the top. Prove that I can do it. Make it look easy. (I do that. Make it look easy. lol....)
Well. With my limbs shaking themselves to pieces.
I finally made it to the top.
YAY!!
That was a bolt of energy to my tired self to hear the people below me cheering and to know that I had accomplished another climb to the top. :)
(I almost always make it to the top....except for that really really difficult rockwall at girls camp those two years...grrrr)
So I was proud to have persevered and made it even though the climb became more difficult then I was planning it to be and shown the others that I had a talent :)
It was fun ^^ And I'm glad I had the pressure of support below me from my council to give me that boost of determination to make it all the way to the top.
(I would have forced myself to try anyway, but the support helped make it seem more worth it to get there.)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Involved...classes....teaching things....a girl w/ red hair.....desks.....an LDSSA situation....and not doing things exactly right....
It can make you do alot of things you weren't really planning on doing.
Like letting myself get thrown into the air and getting a black eye for example :)
(For the story about the black eye see yesterday's post)
But it can also have a positive aspect.
Inspiring you to do better.
At the ropes course we went to for our LDSSA retreat.
They had a rockwall.
I love rockclimbing.
So I was really looking forward to doing that....
only it looked like I wasn't going to. :( *sniff*
The other options were more 'fun' to the others.
So it wasn't going to happen.
Except I kept mentioning that I wanted to climb the rockwall.
As I was sitting there, with an icepack to my head.
And as lunch was getting started.
The leader came up to me and said "They're opening the rockwall specially for you Sarnic."
Wahoo!! I get to climb!! :D
-I was the only one allowed to climb.
So I got my gear on.
And as I was getting ready and they were setting up the course.
Almost all of the LDSSA members gathered around to see me climb.
Dun dun dun.
The pressure was on. Because I had said that I was good at rock climbing. Now I had to prove it.
Below is a picture of the rockwall that I would be climbing.
<- Bump
<- Bump
There were three levels to this rockwall.
Which would correspond to easy, medium and hard.
I started at the bottom of the hard one.
Because it looked like the easiest starting point.
And I had the intention to move over to the easier side as I climbed.
Because they said I could do that.
Well...I never got the chance to move over.
See the bumps in the rockwall?
The ones that jut out from the flat face in two upside down V's?
Yep. I climbed that.
I hadn't ever really done that before. :)
But I had the strong Strong thought.
"I can't fall. I really can't fall, I can't tell them I'm a good climber and then fall!"
So I kept going up and over the first bump.
Then the second one.
-At one point my feet slipped. So I was hanging on by my hands.
-I could hear the people below cheering me on, and talking.
And I wouldn't give up.
So I got my feet back on the holds.
And kept moving upward.
I think it was the second bump..that I had a slight snag.
Of no good holds nearby to stick my feet in to pull myself up over the bump.
But my knee was in a good spot. So using my hands and my knee (right one -the one that gave me my bruise) I pulled myself up over it. All the while praying "Please don't let me slip. I don't want to hit my head again, I don't want to fall so close to the top."
I didn't slip! Yay!
But as I was getting over the second bump.
I was getting really shaky. My limbs were trembling from the effort.
-I don't go rock climbing that often though I love it.
Still I told myself.
All the council is down there. I need to get to the top. I need to get to the top. Prove that I can do it. Make it look easy. (I do that. Make it look easy. lol....)
Well. With my limbs shaking themselves to pieces.
I finally made it to the top.
YAY!!
That was a bolt of energy to my tired self to hear the people below me cheering and to know that I had accomplished another climb to the top. :)
(I almost always make it to the top....except for that really really difficult rockwall at girls camp those two years...grrrr)
So I was proud to have persevered and made it even though the climb became more difficult then I was planning it to be and shown the others that I had a talent :)
It was fun ^^ And I'm glad I had the pressure of support below me from my council to give me that boost of determination to make it all the way to the top.
(I would have forced myself to try anyway, but the support helped make it seem more worth it to get there.)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Involved...classes....teaching things....a girl w/ red hair.....desks.....an LDSSA situation....and not doing things exactly right....
Friday, August 26, 2011
The Black Eye
I gave myself a black eye yesterday.
By complete accident I assure you :)
Our Institute Council had a retreat yesterday.
And we started things off with a bang.
By going to a ropes course for the morning.
At one point we split into two groups of around 15 people.
My group had more girls, the other group had more guys.
Frankly...I'm glad our group had more girls and few guys.
Otherwise...I might have been injured worse then I was. :) lol
We gathered around a tarp--that looked to be made of trampoline like material.
It had handholds all around the edge.
And we'd hold onto them.
While one person in our group would sit on the trampoline tarp -in the center.
Then in a concentrated effort. We'd pull back at the same time (1...2...3...Pull!)
And send the person sitting in the middle flying into the air.
We would let each person go twice.
And they had a choice of Small, Medium, Large, Super Large.
Well...everyone in my group chose for Super Large. (a couple went a little smaller first, then went Super Large) This looked fun....and scary at the same time. If I had an option...I probably would have backed out, just because Common Sense would win over Daredevilarly -it usually does ;) lol.
But since everyone was doing it. And they were all basically safe.
-Even if they did scream their heads off...
Then I would be fine.
So I got in the middle.
And opted for Super Large.
*gulp*
I was actually pretty excited. It looked like fun, and I thought it would be similar to a trampoline...
Yah. Its not.
Super Large.
lol if I thought I might have gone for a Medium.
Because I'm light as a feather.
And they sent me soaring into the sky.
-Apparently I sat a little wrong because I ended up twisting in the sky.
Sending me back down head first towards the 'trampoline'
-Luckily...I didn't break my neck. I tell myself its because I took like twelve years of gymnastics. :)
I loved the trampoline there. But I learned from there..and acting class. How to land.
So I landed on the base of my neck -the shoulder blades part-
And I would have been fine...
except, since my knees were now above my head...
They had to come down.
WHAM!
My right knee slammed into my right cheek.
OW!!
I lay there in pain, but I was laughing.
Mostly from the concept of "I can't believe I just did that!"
My cheekbone was and still is Aching.
People couldn't really see that I had hit my cheek with my knee. There was a red spot.
But I laughed off the pain...and not as confidentially let them Super Large me again.
-If I hadn't hurt myself, I think I would have gone smaller for my second turn.
But I'm a...stubborn and...dedicated person.
I wanted to prove that I wouldn't get hurt again.
...Heh....I am so lucky. That could have proved to be stupid. But nobody else had gotten hurt.
So I did it again.
And...
Managed to not land on my head or hit myself :)
I also have a pretty high tolerance to pain. -Okay I don't know how high, but I can deal with pain alright.
Even though my cheek was burning and aching.
I didn't go find aid for myself until after everyone had had a turn to be thrown into the air.
-I ended up with a blister and tearing that blister due to the friction of the rope on my left hand. Ouch.
So anyway. After the activity was done we had a break to go get water.
And I got myself some ice to calm down the swelling and took some Tylenol as well.
The result today when I woke up?
Isn't it pretty?
The camera doesn't do it justice. Its more impressive in person.
Its easier to catch all the different colors in the light. :)
But its a nice rainbow color of red and purple :)
And it still hurts like the dickens. lol
(You like my eye? I like my eye :) its a cute eye ;) )
You might be wondering why I'm sounding rather positive about this 'battle wound' as members from the LDSSA would call it.
Well.
I've decided that it was a blessing.
A blessing to get a black eye? Yep Sarnic's gone crazy.
No.
lol.
It was a blessing.
Because you could say that this 'battle wound from my fight with myself and the sky'
Sent me into the 'limelight.'
I think if I hadn't gotten hurt.
I wouldn't have had as much fun as I did.
Because I usually try to stay 'unnoticed'
And this got my noticed.
People would come up to me and ask how I was feeling. Continually. They would keep checking up on me. Or ask to see my bruise, and comment upon it. (all the institute teachers got a kick out of telling the story of how I got my black eye, and showing it off to other people who hadn't been there but arrived later lol)
-comments were anything from "I wish I had a black eye, they're so cool looking!" to "You're still beautiful Sarnic." to "wow, that is a bruise isn't it?"
It got my noticed and from the attention...it allowed me to 'come out of my shell.' I was able to relax and just enjoy myself since I can be and usually am a reserved person in public.
This allowed me to be more social, talk to more people, and make a lot of new friends.
By the end of our 24 hours together, I felt really comfortable with the rest of my LDSSA council.
Its like we became best friends over night. Okay perhaps not that far.
But I felt more like 'one of the group' afterwards.
I don't think I would have if I hadn't gotten my black eye.
I would have been my shadowy self and probably would have been missing being home where I could have been 'more productive' (not.)
Instead, I was really sad that we had to end our time together so quickly.
I had fun, and the next couple of days will most likely be of posts of things that happened/impressions I got while on this Retreat.
It really was a nice 'boost' 'battery charger' and I feel more excited to go to school now in order to get to see these people.
....the only downside to the bruise?
Well I would say there wasn't really one. It looks epic! its cool! and now that the swelling has gone down its not as irritating, though it is still tender.
No the bad thing is...
My old roommate Almar.
Invited me to a Mary Kay 'before and after' makeup thing. (winning photos win a prize or something...idk I'm doing it to hang with her. lol)
Unfortunately
Its tomorrow.
I have a black eye.
And they don't want you wearing makeup -since they'll clean it off anyway.
So a bunch of strangers will get to see my black eye tomorrow.
lol those before and after pictures should be interesting. :)
But I don't really care at the moment. :) I had fun while getting hurt. Made friends, and shared experiences. It was totally worth it. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
-I had to wake up suddenly by alarm (early in the morning like at 6am) the last two nights...my dreams fled from me :(
By complete accident I assure you :)
Our Institute Council had a retreat yesterday.
And we started things off with a bang.
By going to a ropes course for the morning.
At one point we split into two groups of around 15 people.
My group had more girls, the other group had more guys.
Frankly...I'm glad our group had more girls and few guys.
Otherwise...I might have been injured worse then I was. :) lol
We gathered around a tarp--that looked to be made of trampoline like material.
It had handholds all around the edge.
And we'd hold onto them.
While one person in our group would sit on the trampoline tarp -in the center.
Then in a concentrated effort. We'd pull back at the same time (1...2...3...Pull!)
And send the person sitting in the middle flying into the air.
We would let each person go twice.
And they had a choice of Small, Medium, Large, Super Large.
Well...everyone in my group chose for Super Large. (a couple went a little smaller first, then went Super Large) This looked fun....and scary at the same time. If I had an option...I probably would have backed out, just because Common Sense would win over Daredevilarly -it usually does ;) lol.
But since everyone was doing it. And they were all basically safe.
-Even if they did scream their heads off...
Then I would be fine.
So I got in the middle.
And opted for Super Large.
*gulp*
I was actually pretty excited. It looked like fun, and I thought it would be similar to a trampoline...
Yah. Its not.
Super Large.
lol if I thought I might have gone for a Medium.
Because I'm light as a feather.
And they sent me soaring into the sky.
-Apparently I sat a little wrong because I ended up twisting in the sky.
Sending me back down head first towards the 'trampoline'
-Luckily...I didn't break my neck. I tell myself its because I took like twelve years of gymnastics. :)
I loved the trampoline there. But I learned from there..and acting class. How to land.
So I landed on the base of my neck -the shoulder blades part-
And I would have been fine...
except, since my knees were now above my head...
They had to come down.
WHAM!
My right knee slammed into my right cheek.
OW!!
I lay there in pain, but I was laughing.
Mostly from the concept of "I can't believe I just did that!"
My cheekbone was and still is Aching.
People couldn't really see that I had hit my cheek with my knee. There was a red spot.
But I laughed off the pain...and not as confidentially let them Super Large me again.
-If I hadn't hurt myself, I think I would have gone smaller for my second turn.
But I'm a...stubborn and...dedicated person.
I wanted to prove that I wouldn't get hurt again.
...Heh....I am so lucky. That could have proved to be stupid. But nobody else had gotten hurt.
So I did it again.
And...
Managed to not land on my head or hit myself :)
I also have a pretty high tolerance to pain. -Okay I don't know how high, but I can deal with pain alright.
Even though my cheek was burning and aching.
I didn't go find aid for myself until after everyone had had a turn to be thrown into the air.
-I ended up with a blister and tearing that blister due to the friction of the rope on my left hand. Ouch.
So anyway. After the activity was done we had a break to go get water.
And I got myself some ice to calm down the swelling and took some Tylenol as well.
The result today when I woke up?
Isn't it pretty?
The camera doesn't do it justice. Its more impressive in person.
Its easier to catch all the different colors in the light. :)
But its a nice rainbow color of red and purple :)
And it still hurts like the dickens. lol
(You like my eye? I like my eye :) its a cute eye ;) )
You might be wondering why I'm sounding rather positive about this 'battle wound' as members from the LDSSA would call it.
Well.
I've decided that it was a blessing.
A blessing to get a black eye? Yep Sarnic's gone crazy.
No.
lol.
It was a blessing.
Because you could say that this 'battle wound from my fight with myself and the sky'
Sent me into the 'limelight.'
I think if I hadn't gotten hurt.
I wouldn't have had as much fun as I did.
Because I usually try to stay 'unnoticed'
And this got my noticed.
People would come up to me and ask how I was feeling. Continually. They would keep checking up on me. Or ask to see my bruise, and comment upon it. (all the institute teachers got a kick out of telling the story of how I got my black eye, and showing it off to other people who hadn't been there but arrived later lol)
-comments were anything from "I wish I had a black eye, they're so cool looking!" to "You're still beautiful Sarnic." to "wow, that is a bruise isn't it?"
It got my noticed and from the attention...it allowed me to 'come out of my shell.' I was able to relax and just enjoy myself since I can be and usually am a reserved person in public.
This allowed me to be more social, talk to more people, and make a lot of new friends.
By the end of our 24 hours together, I felt really comfortable with the rest of my LDSSA council.
Its like we became best friends over night. Okay perhaps not that far.
But I felt more like 'one of the group' afterwards.
I don't think I would have if I hadn't gotten my black eye.
I would have been my shadowy self and probably would have been missing being home where I could have been 'more productive' (not.)
Instead, I was really sad that we had to end our time together so quickly.
I had fun, and the next couple of days will most likely be of posts of things that happened/impressions I got while on this Retreat.
It really was a nice 'boost' 'battery charger' and I feel more excited to go to school now in order to get to see these people.
....the only downside to the bruise?
Well I would say there wasn't really one. It looks epic! its cool! and now that the swelling has gone down its not as irritating, though it is still tender.
No the bad thing is...
My old roommate Almar.
Invited me to a Mary Kay 'before and after' makeup thing. (winning photos win a prize or something...idk I'm doing it to hang with her. lol)
Unfortunately
Its tomorrow.
I have a black eye.
And they don't want you wearing makeup -since they'll clean it off anyway.
So a bunch of strangers will get to see my black eye tomorrow.
lol those before and after pictures should be interesting. :)
But I don't really care at the moment. :) I had fun while getting hurt. Made friends, and shared experiences. It was totally worth it. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
-I had to wake up suddenly by alarm (early in the morning like at 6am) the last two nights...my dreams fled from me :(
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
A Change of Scenery
I feel like banging my head against the wall right now.
Hard. Really hard.
Because I don't understand it.
Well, actually. I think its just a way of thinking...to complain to others....without really wanting anything behind it but to complain.
Unfortunately. I don't work that way.
I hear a complaint. I want to fix it.
And it drives me absolutely crazy. When I hear the words "I can't because......"
If you can't. THEN WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT IT?!
...perhaps its just a 'safe thing' a..."I may not like it, but I'm sticking to it like glue no matter how hard you pull" thing.
Don't get me wrong. I know people complain to just...complain. To vent. To let out their frustration.
They're not really expecting a solution. They just want a listening ear.
But I really struggle to just have that 'listening ear' because I want to 'fix' their problem.
and they don't want it fixed.
But that's how I work.
You don't like this? Well do this. You can't....well then why can't you do this instead?
There always seems to be a....sticking point. And its never really because of things material. -money, car, house- No, its more immaterial things. -Relationships, family, self image, self confidence, concerns for others, wanting to be there for someone else-
Yet I think often, the best way to get over the sticking point. Is a change of scenery.
Its just that sticking point! Where I can't reason it out to them that some other way may be better.
So here I sit.
Wanting to bang my head against the wall.
Because I can't understand what's holding them back.
I recognize my life isn't their life. I'm all too often reminded of that fact.
But what is the point of having my life...if I can't use the knowledge I gain from my own experiences. To help others? I may not have gotten to a particular impasse the same way as the other person. But I did hit that impasse. And I got over it. So why can't you let me show you a way to do it as well with some tweaking and a slightly different path that takes into account your own...differences...
Its just so frustrating.
I see that you're stuck in a rut. That you say you want to get out of that rut.
And yet when I suggest ways that will help you take a step towards getting out of that rut that's darkening your outlook because the walls are so high....
you shake your head and say "Oh no, I need to stay in this rut until such and such a thing happens."
THEN WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT IT?!
Why must you stay in that rut? Why can't you get out of it? Why can't you reach your goal...elsewhere. Why must you stay in the rut? Why? If you don't like it..I would think that it would be obvious...that you need to change the scenery. A change can do wonders for that rut. Make things come out in a different light.
Its like climbing a mountain.
Sure the climb may be difficult. Hard and terrifying at times.
But that hill...that can't be so hard.
and upon reaching that hill...you can see how the valley wasn't the best place for you to be. Perhaps its a very polluted valley, and you realize that you're better off.
Though its possible that the valley. Looks awesome, bright shining. Green. And you realize. "Hey this wasn't so bad, I actually am quite well off."
Or...you will continue to climb outwards.
But I think until you change the scenery..you can't really see how good or bad you have it.
Until that point happens though.
I need to work on not trying to 'solve' the problems people confide in me.
And just be that listening ear, that quiet voice of comfort, a voice of reason, a voice that will point out the positive things as well as the negative (I start trying to solve the problem at this point), basically a voice that will say "You're doing fine, yes it is a difficult time in your life, but I think you're doing good. Keep working at it, you will succeed."
So for those of you out there who feel like you're stuck in a rut, and you can't get out, and nothing seems to be going right, and life just plain stinks...
You're doing fine. :) Everything has a purpose in its life and you're doing pretty good with whats happening with you right now. Yes, you could be doing better, but you could also be doing worse. But right now. You're doing good. Keep working at it. Your goal will be realized soon...as long as you're working on it. :) You will succeed.
And until then. I'm pretty sure I'll still be banging my head on the wall, and biting my tongue to try and not help, when its not needed. :) lol.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Note: I will not be posting tomorrow, due to an Institute Retreat. I will post again on Friday when I get back. :)
The Dream
My mom, Kikay and I were in a canyon area. It had red rock and lots of brush. And looked familiar to me. Meaning that I have dreamed of similar scenery. It looked alot like a place I've dreamt of a couple of times before...except its usually covered in snow. and this wasn't.
But we were on the run ( like usual) making our way along the red rock cliffs
Now that I think of it, it kinda looked like the hike in Natural Bridges.
And we came to this crevice.
It wasn't that deep, but it hadn't been there before. My mom commented that all the rains must have washed out this gully area. So we had to climb down and back up in order to get to the other side. -about six feet or so. It wasn't that deep.
But when we were inside. I discovered this rock filled with stuffed animals. Some I already had. others that I didn't. I knew I couldn't take them all as we sheltered there in that hollow.
But I decided on three small ones. -they could all hide in the palm of my hand. Two were blob looking things of a creme color. and the other one was a small monkey looking creature.
My mom said that we had to go. The helicopter had just took off so that would give us a chance to escape from the people after us.
Mom and Kim set off. But I had trouble.
I was still debating about whether or not I should take the other stuffed animals. I saw a couple of Lucky-a small Dalmatian of mine, with his little monkey pal. and other creatures I had. I felt guilty for not taking them. So I dithered. Deciding to just take the three I had, but then wanting to take them all, then just the three, then maybe a couple more then my original three.
Then my mom called out "The helicopter is coming back sooner it will be here in 19 mins"
Which meant that I was on a deadline. But I couldn't seem to leave all those stuffed animals (about twenty or so all of them pretty small) behind to get washed away by the next rainstorm.
My family was in the parking lot of Smiths. An announcement of sorts was going on. And there were paparazzi everywhere. I was best friends with an actress named Kate Winslet -but she didn't look like that actress. She looked like the actress who was the first guest judge on Project Runway season 9. She was being surrounded by paparazzi in her burgundy colored SUV. I made my way over to her and said "Hey Kikay come on." To try and throw the paparazzi off our trail by confusing them. That they might have mistaken my 'sister' for an 'actress'
I don't know if it worked. but she was grateful that I was able to help her out.
But Kikay was getting alot of attention herself. She had done something heroic basically 'saving the day'
And I had done...nothing.
I felt a bit...unneeded. A bit...I dont' know. I felt like i was a disappointment or something.
I was trying to help. Weaving around on a shopping cart shifting my body weight to make it go where I wanted it to go -like a skateboarder- and ended up in a bathroom area to clean myself up...it was the guys bathroom...because I didn't feel welcomed in the girls bathroom. and the guys were friendly but preoccupied.
I went out of the cell like place and to an airplane wing nearby where my sister was recuperating from her 'heroric' act.
Yah...still felt useless. And I had this annoying bump on my right cheek. -like a pimple- that I couldn't seem to get rid of and it was irritating me because it was itching
I glanced at my clock and had to glance at it again. It said 2:30pm.
I didn't think I had slept in that long. But I started to panic. Because I had a meeting at 2:30pm I needed to get to and I was still in bed!
then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Hard. Really hard.
Because I don't understand it.
Well, actually. I think its just a way of thinking...to complain to others....without really wanting anything behind it but to complain.
Unfortunately. I don't work that way.
I hear a complaint. I want to fix it.
And it drives me absolutely crazy. When I hear the words "I can't because......"
If you can't. THEN WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT IT?!
...perhaps its just a 'safe thing' a..."I may not like it, but I'm sticking to it like glue no matter how hard you pull" thing.
Don't get me wrong. I know people complain to just...complain. To vent. To let out their frustration.
They're not really expecting a solution. They just want a listening ear.
But I really struggle to just have that 'listening ear' because I want to 'fix' their problem.
and they don't want it fixed.
But that's how I work.
You don't like this? Well do this. You can't....well then why can't you do this instead?
There always seems to be a....sticking point. And its never really because of things material. -money, car, house- No, its more immaterial things. -Relationships, family, self image, self confidence, concerns for others, wanting to be there for someone else-
Yet I think often, the best way to get over the sticking point. Is a change of scenery.
Its just that sticking point! Where I can't reason it out to them that some other way may be better.
So here I sit.
Wanting to bang my head against the wall.
Because I can't understand what's holding them back.
I recognize my life isn't their life. I'm all too often reminded of that fact.
But what is the point of having my life...if I can't use the knowledge I gain from my own experiences. To help others? I may not have gotten to a particular impasse the same way as the other person. But I did hit that impasse. And I got over it. So why can't you let me show you a way to do it as well with some tweaking and a slightly different path that takes into account your own...differences...
Its just so frustrating.
I see that you're stuck in a rut. That you say you want to get out of that rut.
And yet when I suggest ways that will help you take a step towards getting out of that rut that's darkening your outlook because the walls are so high....
you shake your head and say "Oh no, I need to stay in this rut until such and such a thing happens."
THEN WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT IT?!
Why must you stay in that rut? Why can't you get out of it? Why can't you reach your goal...elsewhere. Why must you stay in the rut? Why? If you don't like it..I would think that it would be obvious...that you need to change the scenery. A change can do wonders for that rut. Make things come out in a different light.
Its like climbing a mountain.
Sure the climb may be difficult. Hard and terrifying at times.
But that hill...that can't be so hard.
and upon reaching that hill...you can see how the valley wasn't the best place for you to be. Perhaps its a very polluted valley, and you realize that you're better off.
Though its possible that the valley. Looks awesome, bright shining. Green. And you realize. "Hey this wasn't so bad, I actually am quite well off."
Or...you will continue to climb outwards.
But I think until you change the scenery..you can't really see how good or bad you have it.
Until that point happens though.
I need to work on not trying to 'solve' the problems people confide in me.
And just be that listening ear, that quiet voice of comfort, a voice of reason, a voice that will point out the positive things as well as the negative (I start trying to solve the problem at this point), basically a voice that will say "You're doing fine, yes it is a difficult time in your life, but I think you're doing good. Keep working at it, you will succeed."
So for those of you out there who feel like you're stuck in a rut, and you can't get out, and nothing seems to be going right, and life just plain stinks...
You're doing fine. :) Everything has a purpose in its life and you're doing pretty good with whats happening with you right now. Yes, you could be doing better, but you could also be doing worse. But right now. You're doing good. Keep working at it. Your goal will be realized soon...as long as you're working on it. :) You will succeed.
And until then. I'm pretty sure I'll still be banging my head on the wall, and biting my tongue to try and not help, when its not needed. :) lol.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Note: I will not be posting tomorrow, due to an Institute Retreat. I will post again on Friday when I get back. :)
The Dream
My mom, Kikay and I were in a canyon area. It had red rock and lots of brush. And looked familiar to me. Meaning that I have dreamed of similar scenery. It looked alot like a place I've dreamt of a couple of times before...except its usually covered in snow. and this wasn't.
But we were on the run ( like usual) making our way along the red rock cliffs
Now that I think of it, it kinda looked like the hike in Natural Bridges.
And we came to this crevice.
It wasn't that deep, but it hadn't been there before. My mom commented that all the rains must have washed out this gully area. So we had to climb down and back up in order to get to the other side. -about six feet or so. It wasn't that deep.
But when we were inside. I discovered this rock filled with stuffed animals. Some I already had. others that I didn't. I knew I couldn't take them all as we sheltered there in that hollow.
But I decided on three small ones. -they could all hide in the palm of my hand. Two were blob looking things of a creme color. and the other one was a small monkey looking creature.
My mom said that we had to go. The helicopter had just took off so that would give us a chance to escape from the people after us.
Mom and Kim set off. But I had trouble.
I was still debating about whether or not I should take the other stuffed animals. I saw a couple of Lucky-a small Dalmatian of mine, with his little monkey pal. and other creatures I had. I felt guilty for not taking them. So I dithered. Deciding to just take the three I had, but then wanting to take them all, then just the three, then maybe a couple more then my original three.
Then my mom called out "The helicopter is coming back sooner it will be here in 19 mins"
Which meant that I was on a deadline. But I couldn't seem to leave all those stuffed animals (about twenty or so all of them pretty small) behind to get washed away by the next rainstorm.
My family was in the parking lot of Smiths. An announcement of sorts was going on. And there were paparazzi everywhere. I was best friends with an actress named Kate Winslet -but she didn't look like that actress. She looked like the actress who was the first guest judge on Project Runway season 9. She was being surrounded by paparazzi in her burgundy colored SUV. I made my way over to her and said "Hey Kikay come on." To try and throw the paparazzi off our trail by confusing them. That they might have mistaken my 'sister' for an 'actress'
I don't know if it worked. but she was grateful that I was able to help her out.
But Kikay was getting alot of attention herself. She had done something heroic basically 'saving the day'
And I had done...nothing.
I felt a bit...unneeded. A bit...I dont' know. I felt like i was a disappointment or something.
I was trying to help. Weaving around on a shopping cart shifting my body weight to make it go where I wanted it to go -like a skateboarder- and ended up in a bathroom area to clean myself up...it was the guys bathroom...because I didn't feel welcomed in the girls bathroom. and the guys were friendly but preoccupied.
I went out of the cell like place and to an airplane wing nearby where my sister was recuperating from her 'heroric' act.
Yah...still felt useless. And I had this annoying bump on my right cheek. -like a pimple- that I couldn't seem to get rid of and it was irritating me because it was itching
I glanced at my clock and had to glance at it again. It said 2:30pm.
I didn't think I had slept in that long. But I started to panic. Because I had a meeting at 2:30pm I needed to get to and I was still in bed!
then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
And I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Dot Space Dot
Today I got a lesson in "Ellipses"
-I'm not even sure how to spell it.
But its the "..." concept.
I use this alot in writing (if you hadn't noticed read my "The Dream" below this. I usually write my dream down first in my blog then figure out what to say for the main part.)
I thought all you had to do was...put three dots...in between the two words you want to separate.
Well apparently the 'proper' way to use this "Ellipse" or the dot dot dot
is to do Dot Space Dot Space Dot Space....maybe there's a space before the first dot? yah I think there is.
But it would look like . . . this.
I don't think I like it.
It makes . . . my thinking . . . seem much slower . . . this way.
Instead...if I do this...I think it shows the 'quickness' of my thoughts...instead of it being . . . slower . . . er
Yah. So that apparently is an Ellipse.
Now that I know what it is.
I think I will continue to ignore it.
Maybe.
but now the three dots...look slothful.
dum space dot space dot space dot space. It feels so much more formal . . . grrrr
Hmm I guess I have something to play with for the next couple of days :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was a mouse. -Though I looked human and did things humanly. I was tiny like a mouse.
I was on a mission, trying to get away...find something...escape...not get caught. Its unclear now.
But I climbed into an air vent to get away. AS a larger figure appeared in the doorway.
I got outside. And I felt more like a...basset hound...a dog w/ long ears good for tracking...as I continued to run. I dashed to my neighbor's walnut tree and swung myself up, climbing in the branches and using the darkness/shadows to hide myself as a group of people came out looking for me underneath the tree. I kept really still. It was still light out. Like a spotlight was shining in the yard. So if i moved..I would be seen...if people looked up.
But eventually the cost was clear and I climbed down.
We were in a parade. Making its way up the hill towards the church way up on the mountain for the fireworks. We were carrying banners. I was trying to get the bedraggled group of young people from my home ward to move faster, and work together. I told them that they might be having fun now, but the parade was over a mile long. -I was remembering my own first parade experience.
We made our way up the street above my home street and continued into the mountains.
We finally arrived at the church next to a huge quarry.
The fireworks were just starting shooting up into the sky in a variety of colors, but I was distracted.
I had to find someone or something came up.
I was sad that we were slightly late at getting to the church. I wanted to see all the fireworks.
but I ended up not seeing them because I had other things I needed to do. people to find.
I think I was trying to find my family in the crowd of people.
Then I started hearing a strange sound. rickeshay shots and...well it sounded kind of like gunfire.
I peered through a crack between two sets of wooden blinds in my living room.
And I saw our old white haired neighbor Riva -she lives across the street from us- standing on her front porch.
With a machine gun.
She was shooting holes into the red brick of her house and the fragments of shrapnel were zinging all over the place in yellow flashes of light.
She wasn't just shooting her house. She was shooting her neighbor newby's house as well.
My family and I ducked down behind our walls hiding. Cindy and Duane were with us as well -trying to sneak to their house next to us ducking down as well as my uncle Brian.
It was rather terrifying. The debris ended up hitting our car's windows shattering the glass.
But the shots were getting wider and wider. one of the front room windows shattered.
Then there were police there yelling for Riva to put her hands up.
The place now looked like a bombed place. The houses were basically destroyed.
For some reason everyone else thought they had to stand up and put their hands up as well.
The police were like "What are you idiots doing?!"
Riva had been about to give herself up. But with the police distracted
She pulled out a pistol and started firing shots towards our house. We ducked down. the windows again in place covered in blinds as she shot holes into the glass.
I was terrified that someone I knew was going to get killed as we crouched down out of the way of fire.
We were going through the process of getting our wands.
Professor McGonagall was picking up a wand -brown or white made from corkscrew willow- and giving it to us to test out. There were four or five of us. I received the first wand...then I switched to a different view point to where I hadn't got my wand yet and i was the last to get it after my sister got hers -hers was white.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
-I'm not even sure how to spell it.
But its the "..." concept.
I use this alot in writing (if you hadn't noticed read my "The Dream" below this. I usually write my dream down first in my blog then figure out what to say for the main part.)
I thought all you had to do was...put three dots...in between the two words you want to separate.
Well apparently the 'proper' way to use this "Ellipse" or the dot dot dot
is to do Dot Space Dot Space Dot Space....maybe there's a space before the first dot? yah I think there is.
But it would look like . . . this.
I don't think I like it.
It makes . . . my thinking . . . seem much slower . . . this way.
Instead...if I do this...I think it shows the 'quickness' of my thoughts...instead of it being . . . slower . . . er
Yah. So that apparently is an Ellipse.
Now that I know what it is.
I think I will continue to ignore it.
Maybe.
but now the three dots...look slothful.
dum space dot space dot space dot space. It feels so much more formal . . . grrrr
Hmm I guess I have something to play with for the next couple of days :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was a mouse. -Though I looked human and did things humanly. I was tiny like a mouse.
I was on a mission, trying to get away...find something...escape...not get caught. Its unclear now.
But I climbed into an air vent to get away. AS a larger figure appeared in the doorway.
I got outside. And I felt more like a...basset hound...a dog w/ long ears good for tracking...as I continued to run. I dashed to my neighbor's walnut tree and swung myself up, climbing in the branches and using the darkness/shadows to hide myself as a group of people came out looking for me underneath the tree. I kept really still. It was still light out. Like a spotlight was shining in the yard. So if i moved..I would be seen...if people looked up.
But eventually the cost was clear and I climbed down.
We were in a parade. Making its way up the hill towards the church way up on the mountain for the fireworks. We were carrying banners. I was trying to get the bedraggled group of young people from my home ward to move faster, and work together. I told them that they might be having fun now, but the parade was over a mile long. -I was remembering my own first parade experience.
We made our way up the street above my home street and continued into the mountains.
We finally arrived at the church next to a huge quarry.
The fireworks were just starting shooting up into the sky in a variety of colors, but I was distracted.
I had to find someone or something came up.
I was sad that we were slightly late at getting to the church. I wanted to see all the fireworks.
but I ended up not seeing them because I had other things I needed to do. people to find.
I think I was trying to find my family in the crowd of people.
Then I started hearing a strange sound. rickeshay shots and...well it sounded kind of like gunfire.
I peered through a crack between two sets of wooden blinds in my living room.
And I saw our old white haired neighbor Riva -she lives across the street from us- standing on her front porch.
With a machine gun.
She was shooting holes into the red brick of her house and the fragments of shrapnel were zinging all over the place in yellow flashes of light.
She wasn't just shooting her house. She was shooting her neighbor newby's house as well.
My family and I ducked down behind our walls hiding. Cindy and Duane were with us as well -trying to sneak to their house next to us ducking down as well as my uncle Brian.
It was rather terrifying. The debris ended up hitting our car's windows shattering the glass.
But the shots were getting wider and wider. one of the front room windows shattered.
Then there were police there yelling for Riva to put her hands up.
The place now looked like a bombed place. The houses were basically destroyed.
For some reason everyone else thought they had to stand up and put their hands up as well.
The police were like "What are you idiots doing?!"
Riva had been about to give herself up. But with the police distracted
She pulled out a pistol and started firing shots towards our house. We ducked down. the windows again in place covered in blinds as she shot holes into the glass.
I was terrified that someone I knew was going to get killed as we crouched down out of the way of fire.
We were going through the process of getting our wands.
Professor McGonagall was picking up a wand -brown or white made from corkscrew willow- and giving it to us to test out. There were four or five of us. I received the first wand...then I switched to a different view point to where I hadn't got my wand yet and i was the last to get it after my sister got hers -hers was white.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Monday, August 22, 2011
The Flash
Okay.
I've been obsessed.
I can tell I'm really obsessed when I continually dream about the same type of thing.
And spend my days thinking about it.
(Yah if that wasn't a clue to being obsessed...I don't know what is.)
I ran into the superhero bug again.
Last time I really got it was when Megamind came out in theatres.
(Awesome show. My favorite :) )
More recent was from Captain America (also awesome)
-That set me on a super hero kick...that and other....things. :)
>.>
<.<
Anyway.
I never really got into superheroes when I was younger.
Batman, Superman, Spiderman, X-men...etc etc.
They were shows my parents liked. That I would watch because they watched them.
But I never was 'obsessive' over them. I liked them...I would watch shows relating to super heroes when I got bored....
But then...I found Flash.
more specifically Kid Flash.
There were a couple of superhero shows I would watch because my friends really liked watching them.
Shows like Teen Titans and Static Shock.
Well there was one episode of Teen Titans, that surprisingly didn't have the main teen titans involved.
And that was when...
I met Kid Flash.
And he was soo different from the other superheroes I had previously met.
For he just seemed to have super speed.
And at first...it didn't seem like a great power. I mean it sure looked cool on screen with all the blurred colors and such. how could you fight a super hero by being able to run to Paris and back in three seconds?
But I liked the character. How Kid Flash was friendly. Unassuming. Willing to talk to the bad guys. And not just say "Hey you're the bad guy I'm going to fight you and send you to jail"
I thought it was really sweet of him. To try and understand Jinx.
Kid Flash became my favorite superhero that day. Because of his compassion.
And I was really disappointed that he only showed up like twice in the entire teen titan series.
The second time...was basically when all the 'teen heroes' showed up to defend the world. So Kid Flash didn't really have a roll.
So he was only in one episode. :( That was sad. :( I liked him.
I went searching. For other shows having Flash....
but I just found a grown up flash...no kid flash anywhere.
Not the young compassionate super hero I liked.
It seemed like Flash had just become the comic relief.
And I didn't like that.
So I resigned myself to just liking the one episode of Kid Flash.
But he still remained my favorite superhero if anyone would ask.
-Though they would think I was talking about the grown up Flash and not the Kid Flash.
Well...this past year. They came out with another "Teen Titan's type of series"
Called Young Justice.
And they had a teenage Flash!!
Unfortunately I was only able to see a couple of episodes. -Basically the season opener.
Before school got into the way.
But this past week. I decided to randomly check it out again, and watch the 10 episodes that were shown.
And while Kid Flash wasn't the same as the Teen Titans' Kid Flash.
I found that here...was a kind of go between.
A Kid Flash that could show me the change between the Teen Titan's kid flash, and the grown up flash.
And I like the progression I see.
Plus. Super speed. Is actually turning out to be a cool ability.
All the things that Flash can do. The different ways he can use his speed.
He can defeat the bad guys pretty easily most of the time. :)
Its impressive.
Though I still like the complexity of Flash the best. :)
Smart, A goofball, compassionate.
He's an awesome superhero.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Was once again about superheroes. Though I don't really remember it. :(
-S.N.D
I've been obsessed.
I can tell I'm really obsessed when I continually dream about the same type of thing.
And spend my days thinking about it.
(Yah if that wasn't a clue to being obsessed...I don't know what is.)
I ran into the superhero bug again.
Last time I really got it was when Megamind came out in theatres.
(Awesome show. My favorite :) )
More recent was from Captain America (also awesome)
-That set me on a super hero kick...that and other....things. :)
>.>
<.<
Anyway.
I never really got into superheroes when I was younger.
Batman, Superman, Spiderman, X-men...etc etc.
They were shows my parents liked. That I would watch because they watched them.
But I never was 'obsessive' over them. I liked them...I would watch shows relating to super heroes when I got bored....
But then...I found Flash.
more specifically Kid Flash.
There were a couple of superhero shows I would watch because my friends really liked watching them.
Shows like Teen Titans and Static Shock.
Well there was one episode of Teen Titans, that surprisingly didn't have the main teen titans involved.
And that was when...
I met Kid Flash.
And he was soo different from the other superheroes I had previously met.
For he just seemed to have super speed.
And at first...it didn't seem like a great power. I mean it sure looked cool on screen with all the blurred colors and such. how could you fight a super hero by being able to run to Paris and back in three seconds?
But I liked the character. How Kid Flash was friendly. Unassuming. Willing to talk to the bad guys. And not just say "Hey you're the bad guy I'm going to fight you and send you to jail"
I thought it was really sweet of him. To try and understand Jinx.
Kid Flash became my favorite superhero that day. Because of his compassion.
And I was really disappointed that he only showed up like twice in the entire teen titan series.
The second time...was basically when all the 'teen heroes' showed up to defend the world. So Kid Flash didn't really have a roll.
So he was only in one episode. :( That was sad. :( I liked him.
I went searching. For other shows having Flash....
but I just found a grown up flash...no kid flash anywhere.
Not the young compassionate super hero I liked.
It seemed like Flash had just become the comic relief.
And I didn't like that.
So I resigned myself to just liking the one episode of Kid Flash.
But he still remained my favorite superhero if anyone would ask.
-Though they would think I was talking about the grown up Flash and not the Kid Flash.
Well...this past year. They came out with another "Teen Titan's type of series"
Called Young Justice.
And they had a teenage Flash!!
Unfortunately I was only able to see a couple of episodes. -Basically the season opener.
Before school got into the way.
But this past week. I decided to randomly check it out again, and watch the 10 episodes that were shown.
And while Kid Flash wasn't the same as the Teen Titans' Kid Flash.
I found that here...was a kind of go between.
A Kid Flash that could show me the change between the Teen Titan's kid flash, and the grown up flash.
And I like the progression I see.
Plus. Super speed. Is actually turning out to be a cool ability.
All the things that Flash can do. The different ways he can use his speed.
He can defeat the bad guys pretty easily most of the time. :)
Its impressive.
Though I still like the complexity of Flash the best. :)
Smart, A goofball, compassionate.
He's an awesome superhero.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Was once again about superheroes. Though I don't really remember it. :(
-S.N.D
Sunday, August 21, 2011
The Lottery
I was sitting in church today, waiting for the list of speakers to be announced.
I had noticed that there weren't really any speakers sitting on the stand.
It was just the Bishopric and stake people.
Well...the 1st counselor got up to talk.
And he mentioned that we may have noticed that people weren't really on the stand....
Instead they might pick some people out of the congregation to come up and talk.
He was only kidding. it was a stake day where the president, bishop, and high priest dude talked.
But it got my mind on a roll.
If I was called up to the stand...what would I say?
I have a theory.
That if one prepares, and is willing to go up and talk about whatever topic is going through one head.....
That one won't be called.
:) If your unwilling. Hoping that you won't get called up....you will.
Since I have often been willing....and never been called.
But today.
I felt like it was a lottery. And I really really really wanted to win.
I'm not sure why today more then other Sunday where the possibility of speakers being called from the audience came up...
That I really wanted to go up and talk.
I didn't win the lottery to go up. Nobody did :)
Still it was intriguing.
Because it will be like a lottery.
When/if I'm called up at some point in the future.
What topic will be going through my mind then, that actually will need to be heard by someone in the audience....
*shrugs*
Tis just a thought.
But it is a lottery to be called to speak out of a group.....
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Involved more of Flash and the justice league...but the unholy tones pulled me out of the dream rather quickly. :( :( It flashed away out of my mind.
I had noticed that there weren't really any speakers sitting on the stand.
It was just the Bishopric and stake people.
Well...the 1st counselor got up to talk.
And he mentioned that we may have noticed that people weren't really on the stand....
Instead they might pick some people out of the congregation to come up and talk.
He was only kidding. it was a stake day where the president, bishop, and high priest dude talked.
But it got my mind on a roll.
If I was called up to the stand...what would I say?
I have a theory.
That if one prepares, and is willing to go up and talk about whatever topic is going through one head.....
That one won't be called.
:) If your unwilling. Hoping that you won't get called up....you will.
Since I have often been willing....and never been called.
But today.
I felt like it was a lottery. And I really really really wanted to win.
I'm not sure why today more then other Sunday where the possibility of speakers being called from the audience came up...
That I really wanted to go up and talk.
I didn't win the lottery to go up. Nobody did :)
Still it was intriguing.
Because it will be like a lottery.
When/if I'm called up at some point in the future.
What topic will be going through my mind then, that actually will need to be heard by someone in the audience....
*shrugs*
Tis just a thought.
But it is a lottery to be called to speak out of a group.....
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Involved more of Flash and the justice league...but the unholy tones pulled me out of the dream rather quickly. :( :( It flashed away out of my mind.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
The Unholy Tones of Daylight
This topic has been going through my head for a while now.
I have felt the need. To well...explain myself.
Though for those of you who don't read "The Dream" section of my blog.
This post might seem a bit pointless.
Otherwise. If you do read "The Dream" the ending sequence I do will make sense....
If you hadn't guessed it already. lol :)
At the end of "The Dream" blog my sequence usually goes along the lines of:
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
First and foremost its a way of 'signing' off. like I do in the normal sequence of the blog.
Next foremost...its just an entertaining way to say
"And then I woke up."
:)
But for kicks and giggles. I thought to explain how/why i came up with the sequence.
"Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away...."
Unholy tones -Usually refers to my alarm waking me up. It can be either my Clock alarm, or my cell phone alarm...or both. But might refer to any other 'noise' that wakes me up. Be it real or imaginary. -I say imaginary because there are dreams....that force me awake just because I don't want to deal with it anymore...though I probably wouldn't say 'unholy' then lol.
I refer to my alarms as 'unholy' because with excellent timing. The Alarms usually go off...at the best part of the dream. Which...is rather irritating. Since I would love to dream more!
It also means that I'm getting up at an hour that I would rather sleep through :) lol. So its 'unholy' -Basically I'd rather get up when I wake up. Not when the alarm wakes me up. :)
So yah...I then added in daylight.....because daylight means the beginning of the 'real world time' -plus the changing light in my room -depending on where I'm sleeping- can wake me up do to its brightness. :) lol
Then the "I became myself again." bit....I think is a bit self explanatory...maybe...I don't know....if you know...yah.
Basically....in my dreams. I'm not often 'Sarnic." I can be different people in dreams. -guys and girls- or have a more 'movie like' perspective where I watch the action without actually having a presence. It depends on the dream. So I say "I became myself again." to refer to the fact that I became aware that I am Sarnic, 'not so and so with this drama that was in the dream'
Yah...
That is my explanation of my 'sign off' for The Dream part of my blog. :)
I hope it clarified things...or just reaffirmed what those who read that part of the blog already knew :)
Oh...just a fun tidbit to go along with The Dream sign off.
After again -There is always four dots. I'm not sure why I decided on four...I think i wanted three but accidentally hit the button four times...and just liked it :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was Wally West. (sometimes...other times I viewed it like a movie) -I watched waaay to much Flash things recently apparently.
and Wally...was a teenager in high school. A good kid, but suddenly getting into trouble.
His mom couldn't understand it. he'd been such a good student...but now he was acting out.
Causing trouble -not really in school- but outside of school. okay it was inside school.
Another student. A girl w/ black hair -like from Wizards of Waverly place- was going to fail a test on the board.
but Wally stepped in. To 'save' her.
And ended up getting into trouble.
He was trying to erase what ever was on the bored.
But another thing came out. Apparently Wally....accidentally got Super Powers. -Speed powers like his family member Bart Allen. -I think that was his name...
And he was trying to learn how to control it. But he didn't think he could go to The Flash because he didn't think The Flash would react well to Wally getting the same abilities. He thought the Flash would think that he did it on purpose...when he hadn't. -Basically Flash would be Furious.
But it actually was the opposite. Flash wasn't that mad when he found out.
He was rather sympathetic. And offered to help Wally out. Help him learn to use and control his new abilities.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
I have felt the need. To well...explain myself.
Though for those of you who don't read "The Dream" section of my blog.
This post might seem a bit pointless.
Otherwise. If you do read "The Dream" the ending sequence I do will make sense....
If you hadn't guessed it already. lol :)
At the end of "The Dream" blog my sequence usually goes along the lines of:
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
First and foremost its a way of 'signing' off. like I do in the normal sequence of the blog.
Next foremost...its just an entertaining way to say
"And then I woke up."
:)
But for kicks and giggles. I thought to explain how/why i came up with the sequence.
"Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away...."
Unholy tones -Usually refers to my alarm waking me up. It can be either my Clock alarm, or my cell phone alarm...or both. But might refer to any other 'noise' that wakes me up. Be it real or imaginary. -I say imaginary because there are dreams....that force me awake just because I don't want to deal with it anymore...though I probably wouldn't say 'unholy' then lol.
I refer to my alarms as 'unholy' because with excellent timing. The Alarms usually go off...at the best part of the dream. Which...is rather irritating. Since I would love to dream more!
It also means that I'm getting up at an hour that I would rather sleep through :) lol. So its 'unholy' -Basically I'd rather get up when I wake up. Not when the alarm wakes me up. :)
So yah...I then added in daylight.....because daylight means the beginning of the 'real world time' -plus the changing light in my room -depending on where I'm sleeping- can wake me up do to its brightness. :) lol
Then the "I became myself again." bit....I think is a bit self explanatory...maybe...I don't know....if you know...yah.
Basically....in my dreams. I'm not often 'Sarnic." I can be different people in dreams. -guys and girls- or have a more 'movie like' perspective where I watch the action without actually having a presence. It depends on the dream. So I say "I became myself again." to refer to the fact that I became aware that I am Sarnic, 'not so and so with this drama that was in the dream'
Yah...
That is my explanation of my 'sign off' for The Dream part of my blog. :)
I hope it clarified things...or just reaffirmed what those who read that part of the blog already knew :)
Oh...just a fun tidbit to go along with The Dream sign off.
After again -There is always four dots. I'm not sure why I decided on four...I think i wanted three but accidentally hit the button four times...and just liked it :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was Wally West. (sometimes...other times I viewed it like a movie) -I watched waaay to much Flash things recently apparently.
and Wally...was a teenager in high school. A good kid, but suddenly getting into trouble.
His mom couldn't understand it. he'd been such a good student...but now he was acting out.
Causing trouble -not really in school- but outside of school. okay it was inside school.
Another student. A girl w/ black hair -like from Wizards of Waverly place- was going to fail a test on the board.
but Wally stepped in. To 'save' her.
And ended up getting into trouble.
He was trying to erase what ever was on the bored.
But another thing came out. Apparently Wally....accidentally got Super Powers. -Speed powers like his family member Bart Allen. -I think that was his name...
And he was trying to learn how to control it. But he didn't think he could go to The Flash because he didn't think The Flash would react well to Wally getting the same abilities. He thought the Flash would think that he did it on purpose...when he hadn't. -Basically Flash would be Furious.
But it actually was the opposite. Flash wasn't that mad when he found out.
He was rather sympathetic. And offered to help Wally out. Help him learn to use and control his new abilities.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Friday, August 19, 2011
The Tooth Fairy
I've been pondering this for the past several days.
Did I make the wrong decision.
In deciding to keep my wisdom teeth. And not let the tooth fairy have them?
I mean...the tooth fairy does exchange teeth for money right.
And money can be really handy.
But no...I decided to keep my wisdom teeth.
After all, the tooth fairy took all my others.
But still I would have made a chunk of change.
I know the tooth fairy gives different amounts of money depending on the kid the tooth is received from.
Which is an interesting concept. What requirements do you need to fulfil in order to get the money you do for your teeth?
For me. It was pretty simple. For each tooth. I would receive quarters. Totaling up to my age at that time.
So if I was eight. I would get eight quarters. Or...two dollars. I thought it was a pretty sweet deal.
And I've been calculating in my head...how much I would get if I actually put my four wisdom teeth under my pillow for the tooth fairy to take.
I even wondered if i would get a bonus quarter or two. After all. The tooth fairy can't get that many wisdom teeth. Since dentists all over the country seem to have a goal to keep the wisdom teeth for their own secretive purposes. (My dentist was out of the loop. or so shocked that someone would ask for them, that he gave them back before his mind cleared and it was too late to get them back.)
I decided that since my wisdom teeth....well they had a couple of cavities...I know one for sure did. and the others don't look much better....
I wouldn't get a bonus.
Still. I calculated. I would get $5.25 per tooth. times that by four. and the total is...
$21 dollars!
Woot! I would so totally be rich!! ;) haha.
But...I decided against it. :) I like my wisdom teeth. They shall stay with me.....for now.
...I wonder if theres a time limit on exchanging your teeth for money....
hmmmmm
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was once again a contestant in Project Runway.
Having to design a dress.
I had a cool idea for my dress.
But the fabrics I had 'chosen' weren't working the way I wanted them to.
-We were in this big store filled with....crafty gardeny things.
However, we could use left over items from previous challenges.
And I still had a...purple pillow in the shape of a couch...and a red pillow pet dog. from a previous challenge.
I had wanted to use the purple pillow...but instead I ended up with the red pillow pet dog.
I cut along the seems and started peeling away the fabric from the form underneath.
-I actually felt bad for the poor stuffed animal.
My favorite stuffed animal Jasper, showed up stuck to the red material. but I didn't want to use him.
So I moved him out of the way.
I placed a couple of red bands of fabric from the pillow pet (in all its soft fluffyness) onto the dress form.
But a couple of girls also competing said that it didn't look good.
Personally i didn't think it looked good either. Who would want to wear a fluffy dress.
And I didn't know how much time I had left in the challenge. I couldn't remember what Tim Gunn had said.
Then...
a commotion.
Some guy was taking a shopping cart full of goods. and leaving the store.
Well I couldn't let that happen!
So I ran outside after him.
We were on top of a yellowing rocky hill.
And he was rushing down to the city below.
However from my vantage point. I could see two brown dust tornadoes -but actually real tornadoes just brown like a dirt tornado. were in the valley below and coming our way.
-The sky was pretty clear. It was blue. with clouds. but there were circular clouds all by themselves that were connected to the tornado.
Still the boy. Which I recognized as Jesse Clayton was running.
And I ran after him.
I caught up to him, saying we had to get away from the tornado.
But the tornado seemed to read our minds.
He ran and I ran, headed back up to the store.
But the tornado...caught me in its grip.
I couldn't see it. It had gone all clear on me.
But I could feel it.
And it was forcing me to run away from the store. In a circular pattern.
Following its twisting winds.
I couldn't get out of it.
Couldn't see it.
And at any moment it was going to pull me from my run up into the air with its winds.
Then, the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Did I make the wrong decision.
In deciding to keep my wisdom teeth. And not let the tooth fairy have them?
I mean...the tooth fairy does exchange teeth for money right.
And money can be really handy.
But no...I decided to keep my wisdom teeth.
After all, the tooth fairy took all my others.
But still I would have made a chunk of change.
I know the tooth fairy gives different amounts of money depending on the kid the tooth is received from.
Which is an interesting concept. What requirements do you need to fulfil in order to get the money you do for your teeth?
For me. It was pretty simple. For each tooth. I would receive quarters. Totaling up to my age at that time.
So if I was eight. I would get eight quarters. Or...two dollars. I thought it was a pretty sweet deal.
And I've been calculating in my head...how much I would get if I actually put my four wisdom teeth under my pillow for the tooth fairy to take.
I even wondered if i would get a bonus quarter or two. After all. The tooth fairy can't get that many wisdom teeth. Since dentists all over the country seem to have a goal to keep the wisdom teeth for their own secretive purposes. (My dentist was out of the loop. or so shocked that someone would ask for them, that he gave them back before his mind cleared and it was too late to get them back.)
I decided that since my wisdom teeth....well they had a couple of cavities...I know one for sure did. and the others don't look much better....
I wouldn't get a bonus.
Still. I calculated. I would get $5.25 per tooth. times that by four. and the total is...
$21 dollars!
Woot! I would so totally be rich!! ;) haha.
But...I decided against it. :) I like my wisdom teeth. They shall stay with me.....for now.
...I wonder if theres a time limit on exchanging your teeth for money....
hmmmmm
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was once again a contestant in Project Runway.
Having to design a dress.
I had a cool idea for my dress.
But the fabrics I had 'chosen' weren't working the way I wanted them to.
-We were in this big store filled with....crafty gardeny things.
However, we could use left over items from previous challenges.
And I still had a...purple pillow in the shape of a couch...and a red pillow pet dog. from a previous challenge.
I had wanted to use the purple pillow...but instead I ended up with the red pillow pet dog.
I cut along the seems and started peeling away the fabric from the form underneath.
-I actually felt bad for the poor stuffed animal.
My favorite stuffed animal Jasper, showed up stuck to the red material. but I didn't want to use him.
So I moved him out of the way.
I placed a couple of red bands of fabric from the pillow pet (in all its soft fluffyness) onto the dress form.
But a couple of girls also competing said that it didn't look good.
Personally i didn't think it looked good either. Who would want to wear a fluffy dress.
And I didn't know how much time I had left in the challenge. I couldn't remember what Tim Gunn had said.
Then...
a commotion.
Some guy was taking a shopping cart full of goods. and leaving the store.
Well I couldn't let that happen!
So I ran outside after him.
We were on top of a yellowing rocky hill.
And he was rushing down to the city below.
However from my vantage point. I could see two brown dust tornadoes -but actually real tornadoes just brown like a dirt tornado. were in the valley below and coming our way.
-The sky was pretty clear. It was blue. with clouds. but there were circular clouds all by themselves that were connected to the tornado.
Still the boy. Which I recognized as Jesse Clayton was running.
And I ran after him.
I caught up to him, saying we had to get away from the tornado.
But the tornado seemed to read our minds.
He ran and I ran, headed back up to the store.
But the tornado...caught me in its grip.
I couldn't see it. It had gone all clear on me.
But I could feel it.
And it was forcing me to run away from the store. In a circular pattern.
Following its twisting winds.
I couldn't get out of it.
Couldn't see it.
And at any moment it was going to pull me from my run up into the air with its winds.
Then, the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Tug of Teeth
Hello dear readers.
Guess what?
I'm Alive!! :D
Starving, but alive!
I am now four teeth short of a full set. :( #1, 16, 17, and 36 are now gone from my mouth.
Otherwise known as....the wisdom teeth.
*sniff*
It was really rather emotional. I mean, they are my teeth. and they were a part of me...but no longer.
We have gone our separate ways. :(
And now for the gruesome details!
*cackles evilly*
Those who are faint of heart...
should not read ahead!
Dun dun dun.
Okay...I actually don't know how bad this will be :)
I figured I'd just give you a fair warning.
The morning dawned...rather bright and sunny.
Which was quite a bit opposite of the gloomy forbidding in my heart.
For I had to take a sedative before my 'operation'
And I didn't want to be put to sleep.
-I had to take it the night before...but i didn't feel that different.
Anywho. I took the pill.
And stayed awake!
Woot will power! :)
I got into the dentist and he numbed me all up nice and good.
-My parents came to support me. Awww!! <3 <3 I love them so much for coming
Though they stayed in the waiting room, it was a comfort to know that they were there. :)
Back on topic.
So the dentist numbed me up all nice and good.
And then had me read through a bunch of "In case this happens...." papers.
That I had to sign.
Basically I think if anything went wrong...I couldn't sue them.
>.< I think they numbed me up on purpose FIRST so I would have a harder time refusing this operation ;) lol
Geez, that paper can get the faint of heart totally terrified that death is possible. *shakes head*
Luckily. I am brave. ;) haha.
And I agreed to this operation.
-Mostly because I didn't want to go home, mouth numbed for no reason what so ever.
So the dentist laid me back in my chair.
And started working on the top right Wisdom tooth.
-His goal was basically to use a 'lever' type system and push my tooth up and out of the socket.
His attempt was foiled though.
Because I could still feel what was happening.
So he gave me a good shot of numbing stuff.
and began work on the bottom right.
Guess what?
Not that numb.
So he gave me more.
And gave me alot more on my left side. *rolls eyes* If I could talk I would have told him the left side was numb enough.
We ended up doing the back and forth thing on the right teeth for a bit.
And I ended up getting gagged -total hacking coughing choking fit- with that bitter numbing stuff.
*shudders* UGH!! that tasted nasty! I couldn't get the taste out of my mouth!
But anyway...I basically gave up on him numbing me.
It actually was pretty numb by the time the teeth were pulled out.
Though I had vowed to myself not to make too much of a fuss anymore.
I have a high tolerance of pain. (I've gotten cavities filled without getting numbed first)
So I figured I could deal with it.
Well....after a bunch of wiggling and twisting and pushing and lifting and getting my bottom lip all chaffed up from the random tools rubbing against it... the top right tooth finally pulled free! YAY!
But with a slight complication. They didn't know for sure if a sliver of root was still in my gum or not.
So they did a bit of work on the gum washing it and such. Hoping to wash the sliver away.
Before moving down to the right bottom tooth. And beginning the process of wiggling and twisting and pushing and lifting and getting my bottom lip all chaffed up from the random tools rubbing against it...again. With the addition that the doctor used something...one of those mirror things. To push my tongue out of the way...Yah..whatever he did. IT HURT! my poor tongue is still sore from being pushed so hard.
-I think the major casualties of this tug of teeth were my tongue and the corner of my mouth. Yeesh. Those hurt more then the gums! *shakes head*
Anywho, the stubborn right bottom tooth came out without the drama of having a piece possibly still in the gum.
-I think this whole thing hurt my jaw alot as well. I was half paranoid the dentist was going to dislocate it from how hard he was wiggling and pushing and such.
Then...we moved onto the left side.
-By the by...lots of blood. Whenever they suctioned me the tube went red...it was kinda disgusting but fascinating at the same time. :S
The bottom left tooth was next on the bucket list.
And surprisingly. It came out the easiest of the four.
-All my teeth had already broke through by the by -in case you're wondering why I wasn't unconscious for the procedure...that might be why :) None were impacted, all were broken through the gum.
It seemed like the dentist only had to struggle for 5 mins before it came popping out.
lol it came out so quickly that it slipped from the dentists tweezers/pliers like device and into my mouth.
Yes. the bottom left tooth tried to commit suicide and go down my throat.
Dun dun dun!
Key word there was 'tried' :) lol.
I managed to catch it and sit up quick enough that I could spit out the tooth.
So sorry Lower left wisdom tooth. Your plan was denied.
-Imagine what would have happened if I had been unconscious! I could have swallowed it and never known :S
And finally. we moved to the top right wisdom tooth.
It was just as stubborn as the right teeth.
But as slippery as its partner in crime, the bottom right.
For it suddenly popped out of my gum after fighting with the dentist tools forever.
And not wanting the dentist to have the ultimate victory, it too tried to go down my throat!
Again. I was on the ball. And caught that one too. Haha!
No teeth inside me today! No sir! It came spitting out like the other one.
And tada! I was done...
Not.
They washed out my mouth pretty good, then made me sit pretty for an x-ray.
To make sure they had gotten all of the top right tooth out of my gum.
Luckily it was all good.
And I got stitches -one each- for each tooth missing from my gums now.
Then they stuffed me full of gauze...and let me go.
But I had one more mission to complete!
What was it?
I wanted my wisdom teeth.
So I asked the dentist. Carefully, through a mouth of gauze. "Where are my teeth?"
He looked surprised "You want them?"
I nodded firmly. Yes i wanted them.
So he had his assistant was them of and disinfect them as best as she could. And put them in these nice tooth shaped holders that could be a necklace for me.
I had my wisdom teeth! Haha!
;) How else will I be able to clone myself in the future? ;) lol kidding kidding.
I actually had the idea of putting the teeth under my pillow for the tooth fairy....
but that is a story for another day. :) (perhaps tomorrow since this post is already very long)
So me and my wisdom teeth, along w/ the parents.
Went back home. (The parents had to drive me because of the 'sedative') -with a side trip to the drug store.
And I got to relax in bed. -except when the gauze made me gag. ick ick ick.
The parentals were expecting me to crash afterwards. -The new set of prescription drugs were supposed to make me relax and feel all warm and fuzzy.
Nope. ;) lol I think I hate the idea of drugs making me sleep.
I ended up having ice cream instead :)
And here is where the 'starving' bit waaaay back in the beginning of this post ties in.
I never realized how much food I like to eat...
I can't eat right now!
()_()
I mean...ice cream is good....but having it all day long...leaves me wanting something else.
Unfortunately those things...I can't have for FIVE days after surgery.
;) I'm surprised I'm not dead yet lol.
I'm at a total loss at what to eat.
Okay, there are things I can eat.
But I have to nibble at them. Make sure they're all good and mush before I allow this bits of food to go past the place where my wisdom teeth made their last stand.
At least I have patience for this...hopefully it lasts til the end of the week.
I just need to continue searching for those bits of food that can be 'creamy' 'not so chewy' and the like.
Store trip tomorrow! :D lol..
Anyway.
I'm doing fine from the wisdom teeth extraction. -besides me complaining about food I can't eat. :(
My mouth is a little sore by the gums, but its more from where I got stuck with the needles then pain from the teeth getting pulled. Can't open my mouth that wide without pain...but that's from stiffness of having my mouth open for a couple of hours really wide. and then clenched closed around gauze afterwards to stop the bleeding. But compared to the horror stories I've heard about the 'afterwards' with wisdom teeth extraction. I'm pretty normal. :)
And I'm grateful for it :) lol Its fun to surprise people with how normal I can act so 'soon' after the extraction. :) Lets not do it again though.....
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
I had a dream..but this post is soo long already. And I've missed out on the past three days worth on telling you guys.... :(
Basically the gist of last nights dream was:
a) My family were playing a game. -real life version.
And each time family members gave up their life for me, in order to help me find matching pieces. they would 'give me three objects' to try and match with the objects i had.
-Like pioneerville I guess. My brother left me a cowboy spur and a whip of some sort.
It was very emotional for me and I cried a whole lot. Especially when my sister was the last to leave me.
Alone, to fight the bad guys.
b) I went to find a team of super heroes. -some were recognizable like Superman and Batman, others had aquatic powers, or fire powers. But they weren't good guys anymore.
I realized that they had been taken over like zombies and were after me as well.
Though they were good at hiding it. I got suspicious though and broke free.
C) hid in a mountain network of tunnels. Along with the 'resistance' The 'queen' of the bad guys ordered all known entrances sealed. I had friends tell me to hide wherever. To go in narrow spaces. I went where I could but they had an insect like dog after me. it was like a triangle shaped with its little head to the ground and its end sticking up into the air. (it glowed too) Kinda like a reverse t-rex way of walking.. I was in clear sight but in the shadows. and actually made friends with their hound bug thing so that it didn't report me. though two guys -insect/alien looking- came up one more muscular the other skinny to look. They didn't see me either.
I moved elsewhere and found a way out...but some other dude found it and with a big dump truck full of rocks started filling in the hole. Luckily Ben Miller told me there were other places that were still open. So I ran for one of those and took shelter at another opening...but the evil queen spotted me. :S Scary!!
And then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away as I ran down the narrow passage way for shelter
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Guess what?
I'm Alive!! :D
Starving, but alive!
I am now four teeth short of a full set. :( #1, 16, 17, and 36 are now gone from my mouth.
Otherwise known as....the wisdom teeth.
*sniff*
It was really rather emotional. I mean, they are my teeth. and they were a part of me...but no longer.
We have gone our separate ways. :(
And now for the gruesome details!
*cackles evilly*
Those who are faint of heart...
should not read ahead!
Dun dun dun.
Okay...I actually don't know how bad this will be :)
I figured I'd just give you a fair warning.
The morning dawned...rather bright and sunny.
Which was quite a bit opposite of the gloomy forbidding in my heart.
For I had to take a sedative before my 'operation'
And I didn't want to be put to sleep.
-I had to take it the night before...but i didn't feel that different.
Anywho. I took the pill.
And stayed awake!
Woot will power! :)
I got into the dentist and he numbed me all up nice and good.
-My parents came to support me. Awww!! <3 <3 I love them so much for coming
Though they stayed in the waiting room, it was a comfort to know that they were there. :)
Back on topic.
So the dentist numbed me up all nice and good.
And then had me read through a bunch of "In case this happens...." papers.
That I had to sign.
Basically I think if anything went wrong...I couldn't sue them.
>.< I think they numbed me up on purpose FIRST so I would have a harder time refusing this operation ;) lol
Geez, that paper can get the faint of heart totally terrified that death is possible. *shakes head*
Luckily. I am brave. ;) haha.
And I agreed to this operation.
-Mostly because I didn't want to go home, mouth numbed for no reason what so ever.
So the dentist laid me back in my chair.
And started working on the top right Wisdom tooth.
-His goal was basically to use a 'lever' type system and push my tooth up and out of the socket.
His attempt was foiled though.
Because I could still feel what was happening.
So he gave me a good shot of numbing stuff.
and began work on the bottom right.
Guess what?
Not that numb.
So he gave me more.
And gave me alot more on my left side. *rolls eyes* If I could talk I would have told him the left side was numb enough.
We ended up doing the back and forth thing on the right teeth for a bit.
And I ended up getting gagged -total hacking coughing choking fit- with that bitter numbing stuff.
*shudders* UGH!! that tasted nasty! I couldn't get the taste out of my mouth!
But anyway...I basically gave up on him numbing me.
It actually was pretty numb by the time the teeth were pulled out.
Though I had vowed to myself not to make too much of a fuss anymore.
I have a high tolerance of pain. (I've gotten cavities filled without getting numbed first)
So I figured I could deal with it.
Well....after a bunch of wiggling and twisting and pushing and lifting and getting my bottom lip all chaffed up from the random tools rubbing against it... the top right tooth finally pulled free! YAY!
But with a slight complication. They didn't know for sure if a sliver of root was still in my gum or not.
So they did a bit of work on the gum washing it and such. Hoping to wash the sliver away.
Before moving down to the right bottom tooth. And beginning the process of wiggling and twisting and pushing and lifting and getting my bottom lip all chaffed up from the random tools rubbing against it...again. With the addition that the doctor used something...one of those mirror things. To push my tongue out of the way...Yah..whatever he did. IT HURT! my poor tongue is still sore from being pushed so hard.
-I think the major casualties of this tug of teeth were my tongue and the corner of my mouth. Yeesh. Those hurt more then the gums! *shakes head*
Anywho, the stubborn right bottom tooth came out without the drama of having a piece possibly still in the gum.
-I think this whole thing hurt my jaw alot as well. I was half paranoid the dentist was going to dislocate it from how hard he was wiggling and pushing and such.
Then...we moved onto the left side.
-By the by...lots of blood. Whenever they suctioned me the tube went red...it was kinda disgusting but fascinating at the same time. :S
The bottom left tooth was next on the bucket list.
And surprisingly. It came out the easiest of the four.
-All my teeth had already broke through by the by -in case you're wondering why I wasn't unconscious for the procedure...that might be why :) None were impacted, all were broken through the gum.
It seemed like the dentist only had to struggle for 5 mins before it came popping out.
lol it came out so quickly that it slipped from the dentists tweezers/pliers like device and into my mouth.
Yes. the bottom left tooth tried to commit suicide and go down my throat.
Dun dun dun!
Key word there was 'tried' :) lol.
I managed to catch it and sit up quick enough that I could spit out the tooth.
So sorry Lower left wisdom tooth. Your plan was denied.
-Imagine what would have happened if I had been unconscious! I could have swallowed it and never known :S
And finally. we moved to the top right wisdom tooth.
It was just as stubborn as the right teeth.
But as slippery as its partner in crime, the bottom right.
For it suddenly popped out of my gum after fighting with the dentist tools forever.
And not wanting the dentist to have the ultimate victory, it too tried to go down my throat!
Again. I was on the ball. And caught that one too. Haha!
No teeth inside me today! No sir! It came spitting out like the other one.
And tada! I was done...
Not.
They washed out my mouth pretty good, then made me sit pretty for an x-ray.
To make sure they had gotten all of the top right tooth out of my gum.
Luckily it was all good.
And I got stitches -one each- for each tooth missing from my gums now.
Then they stuffed me full of gauze...and let me go.
But I had one more mission to complete!
What was it?
I wanted my wisdom teeth.
So I asked the dentist. Carefully, through a mouth of gauze. "Where are my teeth?"
He looked surprised "You want them?"
I nodded firmly. Yes i wanted them.
So he had his assistant was them of and disinfect them as best as she could. And put them in these nice tooth shaped holders that could be a necklace for me.
I had my wisdom teeth! Haha!
;) How else will I be able to clone myself in the future? ;) lol kidding kidding.
I actually had the idea of putting the teeth under my pillow for the tooth fairy....
but that is a story for another day. :) (perhaps tomorrow since this post is already very long)
So me and my wisdom teeth, along w/ the parents.
Went back home. (The parents had to drive me because of the 'sedative') -with a side trip to the drug store.
And I got to relax in bed. -except when the gauze made me gag. ick ick ick.
The parentals were expecting me to crash afterwards. -The new set of prescription drugs were supposed to make me relax and feel all warm and fuzzy.
Nope. ;) lol I think I hate the idea of drugs making me sleep.
I ended up having ice cream instead :)
And here is where the 'starving' bit waaaay back in the beginning of this post ties in.
I never realized how much food I like to eat...
I can't eat right now!
()_()
I mean...ice cream is good....but having it all day long...leaves me wanting something else.
Unfortunately those things...I can't have for FIVE days after surgery.
;) I'm surprised I'm not dead yet lol.
I'm at a total loss at what to eat.
Okay, there are things I can eat.
But I have to nibble at them. Make sure they're all good and mush before I allow this bits of food to go past the place where my wisdom teeth made their last stand.
At least I have patience for this...hopefully it lasts til the end of the week.
I just need to continue searching for those bits of food that can be 'creamy' 'not so chewy' and the like.
Store trip tomorrow! :D lol..
Anyway.
I'm doing fine from the wisdom teeth extraction. -besides me complaining about food I can't eat. :(
My mouth is a little sore by the gums, but its more from where I got stuck with the needles then pain from the teeth getting pulled. Can't open my mouth that wide without pain...but that's from stiffness of having my mouth open for a couple of hours really wide. and then clenched closed around gauze afterwards to stop the bleeding. But compared to the horror stories I've heard about the 'afterwards' with wisdom teeth extraction. I'm pretty normal. :)
And I'm grateful for it :) lol Its fun to surprise people with how normal I can act so 'soon' after the extraction. :) Lets not do it again though.....
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
I had a dream..but this post is soo long already. And I've missed out on the past three days worth on telling you guys.... :(
Basically the gist of last nights dream was:
a) My family were playing a game. -real life version.
And each time family members gave up their life for me, in order to help me find matching pieces. they would 'give me three objects' to try and match with the objects i had.
-Like pioneerville I guess. My brother left me a cowboy spur and a whip of some sort.
It was very emotional for me and I cried a whole lot. Especially when my sister was the last to leave me.
Alone, to fight the bad guys.
b) I went to find a team of super heroes. -some were recognizable like Superman and Batman, others had aquatic powers, or fire powers. But they weren't good guys anymore.
I realized that they had been taken over like zombies and were after me as well.
Though they were good at hiding it. I got suspicious though and broke free.
C) hid in a mountain network of tunnels. Along with the 'resistance' The 'queen' of the bad guys ordered all known entrances sealed. I had friends tell me to hide wherever. To go in narrow spaces. I went where I could but they had an insect like dog after me. it was like a triangle shaped with its little head to the ground and its end sticking up into the air. (it glowed too) Kinda like a reverse t-rex way of walking.. I was in clear sight but in the shadows. and actually made friends with their hound bug thing so that it didn't report me. though two guys -insect/alien looking- came up one more muscular the other skinny to look. They didn't see me either.
I moved elsewhere and found a way out...but some other dude found it and with a big dump truck full of rocks started filling in the hole. Luckily Ben Miller told me there were other places that were still open. So I ran for one of those and took shelter at another opening...but the evil queen spotted me. :S Scary!!
And then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away as I ran down the narrow passage way for shelter
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
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