nathalia

Prompt: I’ll argue the point no longer, only cry for you a bit (December 6 for 31_days)

 

( One thing Jason was not good at was getting his heart broken. )

prompt: a common passion for the lonely hour (December 18 for 31_days)

 

 

( A soft knock on the door made Face jump. )

Today, a new pairing made itself known to me in the form of Allana and Roy. They both belong to a generation of characters that I know exist but haven't fleshed out yet (that includes Ahmik III, Ben, Charlie, Maya, Rhea and quite a few others) and probably never intended to flesh out until today Allana and Roy told me that they were an item which surprised me because they didn't even have personalities as far as I was concerned.

Allana and Roy have some of the taboo feeling that Kev and Janna or Wes and Hobbie have but with them it goes a step further. Allana is assertive and seems to know what she's doing while Roy is unsure about it all. And while Janna could probably have confided in Tahiri, Kyla or even Jason about her feelings for Kev, Roy certainly can't turn to his friends or siblings. I have no idea how they are going to play out but even if they don't work out in the end, hell, that'll make for some tension at family reunions.

This is fun because I've only ever written Allana as a plot point and now she is in her teens and is developing a personality that isn't quite like her mother's. Unlike Kyla, Allana got to be young and enjoy life because her mother did everything she could to make sure her daughter's life wouldn't be like hers. Allana is level-headed but she acts more like a teenager than Kyla ever did. She laughs and is interested in boys, although the wrong one, and I'm sure she kicks ass although I honestly always envisioned her hooking up with one of the Lieber-Shaw kids. Well, there's always Tara.

Prompt: let snow and silence make the site of my unseemly appetite (December 1st for 31_days )

 

 

( Hank stood in the snow without saying a word. )

This winter break has been awesome when it comes to my English grades. I got three grades and the worst of them was 14 in the test. 15 in both the exam that I already bragged about and 15 in the recording (aka the oral grade ... that always makes me laugh and I get a disturbing mental image and I know who to thank for that).

I'm off to bed now.

The last time I went to the supermarket in 2008 couldn't be a normal event, could it? It seems that my uneventful life is spiked with random weird incidents, some of which I am responsible for myself and some I'm not to blame for. Today's event falls into the latter category.

I was walking through the aisles of the supermarket, minding my own business, looking for the ingredients I need to prepare TEH RICE. This is when someone literally jumped towards me, bumping into me and sending me to the floor. No, I'm not talking about a child. This was a full-grown man. And yes, it was embarrassing, even for me. My mom did not witness this very ... interesting occurance and laughed about it when I told her.

prompt: and you honored in blood rite (December 27 for 31_days)

 

( Why are you doing this? )

A one-shot! It's been a while. Kev/Lara. the prompt was "come back in joy, come back in pain" for 31_days  for December 27.


( They had fallen out so many times that people made fun of it )

Almost done. One more test, a few more hours of class tomorrow and then I get a well-deserved break to write, study, and prepare for next year with even more school stuff going on. I'd like not to think about it though, pretend it's not happening for a few days.

Today I spent some incredible time with AC and it made me so happy. We talked about movies, about some of my friends and so much more. When I told her there was nothing I would like less than having her around during my finals, for the first time telling her my reasoning for not wanting her around and I hope she understood. I will make it clear again if I need to. I said it once, so saying it a few more times won't be such a problem. The first time is when it's really hard. I'm writing diary entries as if in dialogue with her that I mihgt post someday in the future because they aren't personal. Not anymore.

I'm writing about it a lot and it's getting easier although I never stop thinking about how I'd prefer her far away from here. J and I have decided on what we want to get done in January (it's basically my design, so I'm fine with it and we're incorporating the most important man of our lives into it which makes it even betterbecause it would be shitty to just leave him out. He is so important, such a part of my life and I love him although I don't think I'll ever be able to show him how much I actually care about him because of his twisted point of view. I can see he is hurting but he can't talk about it and I wish he would. I wish he'd vent and let me listen to him because my chances of getting through to him are better than most others I suppose.