It’s Decided

I made up my mind, and I didn’t take until just days before my decision was due! I know where I’m going to college, and I’ve turned in my enrollment confirmation and deposit. As of writing time (April 1st, but this is not an April Fool’s Day joke) I’m going to start my housing application in a few minutes.

I’m not going to post the name of the college I’m going to (Andrea- This means you too) but I will eventually say the name of the city. Not that that gives much away, since there’s at least 4 colleges in that city. It’s not like the world will end if I name it, as far as I know, it’s just a matter of personal preference.

Want to know what city it’s in?

Well, you’ll just have to wait and see! I’m posting about all the other school’s first. BWAHAHAHA!



Valentine’s Day 2011

So, I suppose it’s time that I finally address this. Andrea will undoubtedly freak out over this post, read too much into it, and harass me on Facebook in 50 messages all in upper case letters.

There were no tomato plants involved in this year’s V Day. There were also no males.

BBF and I split on Friday. It was mutual, and we’re just friends now. There were no tears, fights, or screaming. He showed up at my house, gave me a wand for Christmas (Yeah, it was the first time I’ve seen him since December), we talked on the porch, and then he left.

Really, I’m grateful it happened this way. He saved me from having to break up with him. It just wasn’t going to work out. This summer was great, but he has his life now and I have mine. I’m leaving next year for who knows where. We see each other for a day every other month or so now. I like spending time with him, and I’m always happy that day, but afterwards I don’t feel like I need to see him. I’m perfectly fine on my own. There was no way we were going to do long distance next year. Our relationship was already long distance enough, and the actual thing is not something I’m interested in.

I’m really looking forward to college boys.

So Long, Farewell

No, I’m not going to quit blogging. Not anytime soon.

I’ve lived in the same house my entire life. Over 17 years in one house. I’m not sure if I mentioned this before, but for the past couple months, my dad has been working for a political campaign that is now over, leaving him unemployed. He found a new job, however it is not within commute distance.

This means that after Thanksgiving this year, he will be packing up and moving about 4 hours away.

This also means that this summer the rest of the family will be joining him.

Not only am I going to be moving off to college at the end of the summer, but I’m also going to be moving at the beginning of the summer.

As weird as this is going to be though, it’s a good thing. The place where we’ll be relocating to is beautiful, and is supposedly the 2nd best place to live in the world by one study. It’s by the beach, and located closer to the majority of colleges I’m applying to in California.

So… That’s my news.

Metaphorical Clothing

I don’t think it’s just a coincidence that my favorite pair of jeans is near retirement. I’ve worn these jeans throughout high school. I got them at the beginning, and now it’s coming to the end. They’re like my own pair of traveling pants. They got me through the journey, and now they’re ready to part ways. I’ll save the nostalgia for the new blog, which will make more sense in a year or so.
Today I saw a countdown on Twitter of the days until NaNoWriMo. Can’t wait!

Where Will You Go

I actually have plans for my blogging future. Ambittious plans, really.
To start with, I’m taking a web design class this year. I’ve been editing photos for years, and last year I learned InDesign. I wanted to round out my skills with web design knowledge, and through that I came up with an idea to practice my knowledge.
This spring I’m going to graduate. In the following summer or fall I’m going to graduate to a new blog.
I want to use what web design skills I have by then to build a better blog, one that looks how I want it to that’s template free. It just seems easier to start over new. New site, new name, new look. By then I’ll be financially independent(ish) so I’m going to get myself a domain name.
I’m hoping that sacrificing some of my own money will encourage me to keep the blog running. I know I’ll be busy then, but I will also have more to write about than ever. New experiences = blog fodder
Uncreativewriting is going to keep running for now, until the new blog is up. I’ll keep updating here until it’s time to move on. It’s going to be a big step and challenge but I’m ready. You may see glimpses of the layout as the launch gets closer.

The Tale of Two Boys

As promised, here’s the tale of two boys. This tale is completely different from the one I would have had to tell 2 months ago. This is me, after everything, reflecting on what’s happened. This is the enlightened and worldly me.

Let’s go back to June. My relationship with The Boy was certainly not what I’d expected, or really wanted. The physical contact between the two of us was…nonexistent. That’s not exaggerating. I wanted that to change, but I also didn’t. I wanted to feel normal, and like I was in a normal relationship, but at the same time I didn’t want that kind of stuff from him. There was an underlying feeling of repulsion. That probably should have been a pretty good sign that something wasn’t right, but The Boy was my first and I didn’t know any better. I had low standards.

During this time, I was getting closer and closer to BBF, and was starting to realize how much I enjoyed being with him. I had way more physical contact with him during the last couple months of school, and I liked it. Now, I didn’t cheat. But I used BBF as a footrest, elbow rest, chin rest, pillow a lot. And yeah, the thought that I could be happier with him popped into my head more than a few times. I wanted to give The Boy the benefit of the doubt though. Summer was coming up and I thought that would change things between us. That we’d spend more time together and actually have more of a relationship. Most importantly, I still thought that I would actually want that.

Then summer came. The Boy and I did not spend more time together. Now I didn’t even see him every day at school so we had absolutely no face to face interaction. Before we would have perpetual text conversations, but even those started to disappear.

Maybe… 2 weeks or so into the summer I was hanging out with one of my friends and was complaining about how neglected I was feeling. She wanted to be helpful and started texting date ideas to The Boy.

The next day when I got the text (yes, he did it over text. He’s a coward, what can I say?) saying that he felt too preoccupied and didn’t think we should continue to be in a relationship I was more mad and shocked than upset. Shocked that he was the one to do it, not me. Mad that he broke up with me before I got the chance to break up with him. Another sign that there was trouble in “paradise”. For months I had been dealing with the occasional thought that I really wasn’t getting much out of the relationship, and that I should just end it. Again and again, I had given him the benefit of the doubt and wanted to see things through.

And after getting the text, one of the first things I did was tell BBF. I ranted to him, and he cheered me up. As he said, The Boy clearly wasn’t right for me because he didn’t like Iron Man. By the end of the conversation on Facebook, I’d all but forgotten about The Boy. Okay, not really, but I was thoroughly distracted. And I was closer to happy than I had been in a while.

I’m Only Gonna Break Break Your Heart

So, I’ve finally got some freetime and that means it’s time to update the old blog. I’ve gotten terrible at updating, I know. Still, this is the longest I’ve had a blog last, and the most I’ve ever posted in a blog.

Lady Gaga is coming to my town. The day before my birthday. Best Friend and I freaked out. I’m currently listening to a local radio station waiting for them to play two Gaga songs in a row so I can try to win tickets. Of course they didn’t offer any of the cheap tickets on presale yesterday. But I must get my hands on a ticket. The last time I remember going to a concert was when I was like 7 and it was for Radio Disney. Which hardly counts. The DJ is sadistic. I’ve gotten already to call twice and both times they played the wrong song after….

Boy broke up with Best Friend randomly. I haven’t spoken to him since, and that’s totally fine with me. I’m not missing out on much. She’s still got her hopes set on him, whether she wants to admit it or not. And… I’m sick of hearing her tell me things about him and how well she knew him. It’s just awkward and depressing. What am I supposed to say to that?

On Saturday I saw Remember Me with The Boy. It was… A very strange movie. It was much more depressing than I’d expected. And they used 9/11 as a plot device which…I don’t think is right. It’s one thing if you’re making a documentary but I don’t think something like that should be used as a way to *spoiler*bumpoffacharacter*end spoiler*.

I could write more but I want to get caught up on my blog reading so… I’ll leave it there.

Oh Christmas Troy

The past couple days involved enough homework to keep me from feeling up to digging through the archives and finishing my tale. But it’s Saturday and I no longer have an excuse.

The Age of Molly

By now we’re at the summer of ’07. Before I started high school I found something amazing, something fairly life changing.

Playing sims for myself was out. Publishing my stories was out. I became introduced to the world of sims roleplay.

This brings us to Molly Lara Conner. My first sims roleplay character ever at Sylvan Hollow. Together, Molly and I lost our n00b status. At the time of Sylvan Hollow’s closure, Molly had one of the highest post counts. Telling you her story would make this even longer than it’s already going to be, so I’ll save that for another rainy day. (It’s raining right now and I’m trying to be funny. Or something.)

Of course, Molly wouldn’t have had her story if it hadn’t been for Christian Beck. Molly’s first relationship also brought me into the world of roleplay alliances. I found my first roleplay…partner.

At some point, there was the great internet explosion when I was without my interwebs for a month of so. This point in time also meant the end of Chris and Molly, as he moved on during this time. Molly and Chris are always going to be special to me, and hopefully also to Chris’ owner, but Molly moved on to bigger and better things.

Other Characters

Molly wasn’t my only character at Sylvan Hollow. I’m not going to talk about the others since they aren’t really important, but here’s some pictures just for fun.

The Great Legacy of Molly

Meet Molly’s husband until he gets chopped up by the resident SH serial killer, Anthony Dablin. Anthony helped break Molly and Chris up and also gave Molly two more things before he died.

Anthony gave Molly their twins, Stephanie and James.

While Molly was getting married and becoming a mom and all that jazz, she was also befriending the new paralyzed teacher in town, Drew Stone. Eventually, Molly would become a published author and she and Drew would both move their families to Bayside Vista, Rhode Island.


Through Molly I met my online best friend, who we’ll call Torch. We bonded over our sims, X Men movies, and various other things. So, during the spring of 2008, we decided it was time to move away from SH, and into a new world we had more control over.

Welcome to Bayside Vista,  home of characters such as the Dover family.

In addition to the new faces of Bayside Vista, there were also old ones.



The Dablin family made the move along with the Stone family. See, Drew had a son that was about the same age as Stephanie.


However, Bobby didn’t really have very many other participants other than me and Torch. We had a few friends we’d met at SH who joined us but it didn’t have anywhere near the same amount of popularity.

Book Face

The summer of ’08 I spent away from home. I had pretty limited internet on the computer access. However, I did have my phone and Facebook. While we waited for the summer to end, Torch and I began pre-writing RP scenes in Facebook messages.

Only things grew a lot bigger than that. It became really convenient, and we both liked how easy it was. We could reply whenever and wherever. These early Facebook messages expanded into a gigantic database of plot lines and characters. Zach and Stephanie’s daughter they had at age 17 ended up marrying Jordan Dover’s son. We’ve worked as far as having Molly’s great-grandchildren be little kids. There are other independent plots all over the country. We’ve done dozens of alternate versions of characters’ stories.

And we’re still working.

Through roleplay members, I learned about NaNoWriMo. Through the Facebook RPs I’ve written probably millions of words by now. It gave me the confidence to think that I could possibly complete NaNo.

So yeah, sims kind of changed my life.

Where’s My Backpack?

This will probably be continued tomorrow at least, or this blog post will become longer than my NaNo novel.

Today I’m going to let you all in on a big part of my life.


No, I am not joking. Yes, I am a dork and a nerd and a freak. You haven’t figured that out by now? (Also, I didn’t get around to making a new banner for the blog this weekend. It was freezing cold by California standards and my numbness affected my creativity. Or something like that.)

The Beginning

Once upon a time, That Girl was a child that saw The Sims at various stores. She likes video games involving little people and occasional death (I was a beast at Oregon Trail). After much convincing, her father decides it will not scar her for life. Considering almost all of the expansions had been released at this point, that dates this back to around… Hold on while I check Wikipedia…2002 or 2003. That might not sound that long ago to some of you, but that was nearly half a lifetime ago for me.

That Girl liked The Sims. She liked it even more after she discovered cheats and figured out how to keep her sims from peeing on the floor. She accumulated a complete collection of the original game.

v. 2

At first, That Girl was slightly scared of The Sims 2. She was used to her old, pixely friends. But, after playing at a friend’s house, she discovered that the new version would not bring death and evil to our planet.

Welcome to the Age of Enlightenment, folks.

Specifically, she liked the story telling aspect of the game. While this had been in the original game, it was way more awesome. This was like all the little stories she had acted out with her Polly Pockets growing up, only bigger and better. And without clothes that tear.

Sadly, I don’t think I can say I would be where I am now if it wasn’t for this game. All will be revealed as we continue following this evolution, my cro-Magnon friends.

She began many stories that were never published, or were only just begun. It was through this process that she became better introduced to another magical piece of software.


Alright, Sims is not solely responsible for this. My dad is a graphic designer. I’ve grown up with my friends Photoshop, Illustrator, and InDesign. I remember being in 5th grade and using the clone brush to give a picture of my hamster a dozen feet.

But Sims gave me a more practical use for Photoshop, and encouraged me to expand my knowledge of it. It started with just using the program to make cooler looking covers. I’m not going to dig any of these up for you, as they are scary, and I care too much about my readers to do that.

This led to my Photobucket. It is now 34 pages and 678 images large. The first image, a masterpiece avatar dates back to… Wait. It’s not dated. Um… Let’s approximate this to… 2003 or 2004.


By this point, I’d joined my very first Sims related forum- The Sims 2 Writer’s Hangout. AKA the Hangout for short. This led to pictures like:

It brought the age of my involvement in contests. This was followed up by my first major serious sims story. I mean serious because it was a much larger production than the past stories had been.

Around this time I also began dabbling in “skinning” or the creation of clothes, hair, etc. for sims and building a forum which I promptly abandoned. I don’t even remember starting it, honestly. Maybe I never opened it… The only proof is the banners and things in my photobucket.

We’re beginning to reach the era when my skinning, photoshopping, and sim creating skills really took off. We had Emma, who entered the third Top Model at the Hangout. This one was for teen sims. I’ll leave you with some pictures of her and some clothing creations.

November- Day 27

NaBloPoMo is coming to an end. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about life after November. It’s hard to believe that there’s a life beyond NaNo and NaBloPoMo.
I’m not going to update daily after the end of the month but I’m going to try and be diligent and keep the blog fairly up to date. If I start slacking then this blog is going to die just like all the others I’ve started over the years.
Script Frenzy is in April. I was planning on completing that and NaNo this year, and I still want to. I already have my plot ready for it that’s been waiting for weeks now. I’m worried that I’m not going to win that though. November was bad enough. April has testing and I’m going to have more extracurricular activities going on. I’ll try my best but I’m already setting myself up for failure. Which is, of course, not a good sign.
Of course, next November is going to be hectic too but I’m not going to let that stop me. I’ll have an easier and less demanding schedule. I won’t procrastinate on my college apps. I’ll be able to handle it. I think. I hope. I have to try it at least. I’ve actually already got the base for that ready, and it’s going to be epic. It’s a good thing I have 12 months to plan because I’m going to need that time to get my foundation ready. Next year will be so much more organized and prepared.