The Heist Part I

Alright, so it’s the 27th as I’m writing this, but I’m not publishing it for a couple days. While time is very much of the essence in this post, it’s not going up today? Why? Because I already have a post scheduled for the 27th. Why double post a day when I can milk it out?

I’m starting to think I may have all my NaBloPoMo entries written before November even begins…

Anyways, the heist. First of all, let me introduce you to my friend who we will call CAF here (Conspiring Acting Friend). She wants to be an actress. And she’s conspiring with me. Get it? Good.

Today we came up with a plan. More of an exercise, really. A challenge for me, as a writer, and her, as an actress. What challenge is this, you say?

We’re making a person.

No, we’re not having a baby. That’s scientifically impossible, genius. We’re planning on creating a fake persona for the internet. She’s going to court a fictional male on Facebook, and we’re the only ones in on the secret. And all of you now.

We’re quite excited about this. I’ll post updates as it plays out.

Yes, I’m weird.

Yes, I’m a nerd.

If you haven’t figured that out by now you must be new to the blog. In which case, yay, hi! Now run away in fear.

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.

On a more serious note

So, I’m ridiculously exhausted right now after staying up until…3ish at my friend’s house. We had an amazing good time full of insanity but I’m still exhausted. I woke up around 9:30 and couldn’t get back  to sleep because the room we were in has tons of windows and no curtains.

But that’s not what I feel like writing about right now.

My dad got a job offer.

More importantly, my dad got a job offer that is 4 hours away.

I will not move. Just a year ago I would have jumped at the chance to finally get away and live someplace else. I’ve lived in the same house my whole life. But right now?

No way. There is no way I am starting over at a new school for my last year of high school. I have better things to do than make entirely new friends and a niche for myself, like get into college. Sure, the schools are better but I’ve made my place here.

Luckily my dad doesn’t want to make me move either. We’re probably going up to see the town tomorrow or Friday. Right now some options are that he would get an apartment there and come home for the weekends, or as I suggested, I could live with my grandpa. I’d have my license and could make the 10-15 minute commute. Or… The option that the parental probably wouldn’t consider an option, they move and I stay here in an apartment by myself. Hehe.

I’ve reached a point where I’m finally actually really content with my life. And yes, The Boy is part of that.

Epic Tale of Epicness

So, going back to my post before about why I went missing. I have been busy. And if you feel like back-tracking or you remember everything I’ve ever written because you’re cool (or obsessive) like that, Hypothesis #4 or the last Hypothesis was correct. Most of them were correct. You can probably figure out which ones on your own.

I got myself a boy. He’ll be known from now on as The Boy. Of course, this is a different person from Boy, who is Best Friend’s male companion. Figured that needed to be clarified.

First, the story of what occurred over Christmas Break. I typed this up for a friend while part of it was occurring, and freaked out. Names have been changed, of course, mostly because the character’s have their blog names and I want to avoid confusion by using their real names and… Moving on.

Okay, so last night, as you know, there was the zipper conversation*. He has his group of guy friends that I started calling the Maghreb Pack (Maghreb is Algeria, Morocco, and Tunisia, the French speaking African countries.)
Me- Question: When I get exciting messages from the Pack do you offer them your phone or do they say they want to talk to me because I’m wise like Yoda?
The Boy: They want to talk to you cause you’re wise…like Yoda.
M: Which in Pack Language means I’m a female human who doesn’t think they’re the weirdest freaks that ever existed.
TB: Well (Name) desperately wanted to talk cause I told him you were hot.
Side Convo
Me: Are you awake?
Best Friend: Yeah I am why?
M: How do I respond to this:
Well (Name) desperately wanted to talk cause I told him you were hot.
BF: WHOA BABY!!!!!!!!
BF: Oh my god!!!!! Well you are hot so, it’s a compliment girl!!! Want me to…talk to The Boy?
M: ….thank you?
I don’t know. I don’t know if he was being serious! Damn you texts.
BF: You’re pretty surround sound**! So want me to talk to him?
M: I ended up asking what texts came from that person. Because I had no idea how to address the 2nd part.
BF: I should talk to him, je pense.
M: Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh
If you do, be insanely subtle. You never saw that forwarded text.
M: My eyes seriously bulged at that.
BF: I can imagine! Did you get any other weird texts from him?
M: Um… Probably the most important other one was when I told him about a toddler at Old Navy ogling me.
BF: What was his response?
M: Hehe, a toddler thought you were hot. What kids learn from there chips these days.
And then I said:
I should get a shirt that says that. “Toddlers think I’m hot.”
And he said: I’ll get the same shirt cause I’m weird like that.
Back to Main Conversation
M: Was this the mountain lion or train person? Or were those texts from the same person?
TB:They were all shouting out things to write. It was odd.
M: Good to know. I’m popular with the Pack.
TB: You most certainly are.
Now the rest will be in Side Convo
M: Apparently I’m popular with the Pack.
BF: So he talks about you… I think he likes ya!
M: They like to steal his phone and text me. Generally about animal reproductive parts/boobs/ animal sex.
BF: …Whoah…
Give me an example of a txt they send.
M: This is The Boy’s friend, Buddy. I am worried that The Boy is having an affair with a kangaroo; a male kangaroo.
A Maghreb Pakian is currently doing a mountain lion. The noise is disturbing.
M: Did I tell you about the Youth in Revolt suggestion?
BF: No you did not. The Boy gave me a few weird clues about the person he likes…
M: What were the clues?
We were simultaneously watching Michael Cera AKA El Cerito movies (Paper Heart & Year One) and I said I want to see YiR. [Which got no response.]
Group fandango a la Paris?
BF: 4, village, cheesecake and hidden fork, you cant fly in the thirde trimester, before deep powder, and the chick took a dookie.
M: Mk….
BF:I was like… WHAT THE FRICK IM NOT A GENIUS
M: Yeah, those pretty much all mean nothing to me.
Fastforward
BF: Girlllll I raked up some info. Wanna know?***
M: Yay a ya
BF: He does think youre hot! Thennn I asked him if he would go out with you. And he said why not, lets have some fun with it. I would date her.
M: Are. You. Serious.
BF: Yes, 100% girl.
M: ARE YOU SURE YOU CANT MEET FOR A TWO SECOND GANG BANG????????****
FAST FORWARD TO LIKE RIGHT NOW
M: Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
“So, I have a short story for you that will culminate in me asking you out. Mk? Mk.”

*This is in reference to when I taught him that girl’s jeans have zippers on them.

** My nickname in the group is Surround Sound. When prompted to come up with a nickname for me, The Boy was at an electronics store.

*** Yes, we talk like white gangsters.

**** As in meet up for a friend conference.

His story involved Harry Potter. The Boy gets me. We speak our own language of nerdy awesomeness. I’ll post the story at some point.

And… I’m happy. He was my best guy friend before this, and I thought I liked him on and off. Over the break I really started to understand how awesome he was, and how similar we are and started to miss getting to see him every day.

If you look through my tags, you’ll be able to find my past stories involving The Boy, and his previous blog identity.

Pas de Petting

Since I feel like writing more, and about none geeky things, I’m going to try out the whole pre-writing posts thing. Maybe I’ll become a pre-written blogger. Maybe not. I’m personally leaning towards the not, more because I like having my blogs be more…live.  I don’t want to share a story after it’s happened, or not be able to write about things because they interrupt my blog flow.

Why is it that my life always gets crazy on Fridays?

In study hall on Friday… Need to come up with a codename for this person…. Not KRY was being extremely weird. Now, I barely know NKRY. He’s been around for a while, but honestly, until a couple weeks ago I was scared of him. Mostly because of his former facebook profile picture which was like a manga creeper or something. He’s a friend of Boy, and may or may not have gone to the same school as me since 6th grade.

Anyways, through Boy, he’s assimilated partially into our study hall group. I have never really had a normal conversation with him. I know hardly anything about him.

When I walked into study hall he poked me in the side. No one else, just me. And somehow the conversation I had with him and Winger led to NKRY petting my head and later discussing the size of my chest. Yeah.

When I told Best Friend about this, she decided to ask Boy to find out if NKRY likes me. Which led to panicking. Because I honestly had no idea what I was going to do if he did. Best Friend wanted me to go on a date with him, but that was only so we could double. And NKRY still kind of freaks me out. I did not appreciate the head petting.

Finally Best Friend told me that NKRY told Boy that “he thinks a couple of girls are hot but he doesn’t like anyone.”

Yay!

And also, gah. If that situation changes I’m going to start living under my bed.

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.

Bobby

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.

The Company I Keep

Today I had an hour long phone conversation (Yes, that’s a big deal for me. I got a message from AT&T the other day saying that I have 3,999 rollover minutes.) with Winger about… everything. It started out with me telling him stories about what happened during and after lunch today, since I don’t see him after break on A Days. I swear, he turns invisible or something. No one knows where he goes between classes. Anyways, my stories.

This is Our Future????

Today there was a French club meeting. It consisted of me, Best Friend, and two other juniors. All the others were freshmen (2 year olds) or Madame. We have a freshman at our school who turned 12 this September. No joke. She’s the one they toss around in cheerleading.

Anyways, we did a terrible job selling cheese dip and People en Espagnol so we need to organize another fundraiser. The brilliant baby business people came up with the best ideas ever. One of them included a yard sale.

Yes, earning two quarters and a piece of lint will really help the club out. Thank you, small geniuses.

It was so ridiculous that we left early. Also, me and Best Friend wanted to make sure we had time to pee before lunch was over.

Observation: Strange People Frequent the Bathroom

In the bathroom, we got to listen to an amazing conversation.

Girl: Yeah, ever since Thanksgiving I can’t smoke anymore. When I try to smoke I just start coughing. It’s so weird. Normally I don’t cough when I smoke out of a pipe but now I can’t stop coughing and I feel nauseous.

What were you doing in that bathroom? That’s the good, clean bathroom that always has soap and toilet paper. Of course, one time I also went there and found a collection of cherry tomatoes in the pad & tampon trashcan in one of the stalls. Just when I start to think that maybe my school is a little normal…

At the end of the day when I was walking to my locker there were random hooligans running around and being freaks. Some girl screamed at another girl “Greasy tits!”

I am so ready to leave for college.

Beavers, Backdoors, and Ponies

Now, for more on the actual Winger-Moi conversation. Winger and I are creepy perverts together. We scare people on a regular basis. Only today, he really won the creeper prize.

Somehow during study hall we started talking about beds. And that got to Winger telling us (the rest of the group minus him being female) that he slept in the nude once. Which caused a lot of twitching and faces frozen with looks of horror upon them. He also had to mention feeling the breeze.

During our epic phone conversation, we somehow started talking about beavers. I wanted to know if they made noises. While reading about beavers on Wikipedia, I discovered this:

Both beaver testicles and castoreum, a bitter-tasting secretion with a slightly fetid odor contained in the castor sacs of male or female beaver, have been articles of trade for use in traditional medicine.”

and

Claudius Aelianus comically described beavers chewing off their testicles to preserve themselves from hunters, which is not possible because the male beaver’s testicles are inside its body.”

We also started talking about horses when I mentioned finding my pony on a stick. You know:

I was wondering what all the different names for different ages and genders of horses were, so I looked that up too. After reading the definition of a gelding (castrated male horse), Winger called himself one.

He also read me the lyrics to “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.” and tried to convince me to give my dog Rogain.

This is the company I keep.

November- Day 22

Another not very long post today. I’m going to a pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner tonight and I haven’t written anything yet today. So an hour or so of writing and then I’ve got to get going.
I’m looking forward to seeing my other friend’s reactions to finding out about the date on Monday. That’ll be…interesting.

November- Day 21

Today was far more relaxed and mind melting than yesterday, thank god. Might be going over to help my friend pick out what she’s going to where for her date with Mr. Questions My Authority and Knowledge. I’m maintaining my sanity. After that conversation yesterday it turned into me being frustrated about him being so annoying. And random little text conversations with a more intelligent guy friend have been very calming.
Not much to talk about today. I slept in until 9 something, which is amazing for me. I’m always an early waker but after the last week I needed some sleep. Watched some TV, did some APUSH notes, drove to Wendy’s, spent too much time on Facebook. Not much else to say. Hopefully tonight I’ll write more than the daily word goal. I was too distracted yesterday. My two hours on Write or Die were not as successful as they should have been. I need to have a brainstorming session soon. The inspiration river is starting to run dry.

November- Day 20

Sweet holy mother of Jesus on toast wearing pants. Today was… Is that sentence good enough for you? I’m not even going to talk about NaNo today because there are so many more interesting and worthwhile things to talk about.
The shit hit the fan today, people. Oh, did it hit it…
We’re going to start with story time.
Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl. The girl liked the boy. The boy seemed to be oblivious. Two years later, Girl lost interest in Boy after an extremely awkward time waiting alone together for their friends to come watch a French movie with them. Girl realized Boy would not do if they couldn’t conduct a conversation when no one else was around. Girl’s beliefs were reaffirmed by equally awkward IM sessions. Girl mostly gave up on Boy. Of course then Girl’s best friend since childhood decided she also liked Boy. Girl’s interest in Boy slightly came back, but Girl would only accept Boy if Boy made the first move. Girl’s interest in Boy fluctuated. Girl knew that this wasn’t the end of the story. Friend and Boy continue to have a far more interesting and relaxed relationship. Girl gives up on Boy again.
Then, one day, Girl receives a note from Friend. Girl has feeling of dread. Long story (a page long note) short, Friend and Boy have finally admitted feelings and are on same page. Girl doesn’t know what to say. Girl feels happy for Friend but also awkward and confused. After school, Girl has another feeling of dread. When she reaches Girl and Friend’s lockers, Girl sees Friend and Boy. Girl has awkward conversation with Boy’s Friend about how someone carved a drawing of a penis onto the front of her locker while Friend and Boy have a nice long hug session.
Later, Girl tries to be supportive and offers to give Boy inside information. After hours of beating information into Boy’s head and feeling like Dear Abby, she realizes that he is, in fact, dumb shit and the most ridiculous person in existance. Girl lets Friend have Boy. Good luck with that, Friend. Maybe 10 years from now Boy will have finally asked you out.