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Sorry to have been gone for so long, people. I swear I was doing… important… things…
To be honest, I just had way too much to do. Sorry.
Anyway, I’ve been working on a project that I’m pretty excited about with some friends. We’re making Doctor Who fan audio dramas! *throws confetti* And the blog just went live, I’m working on putting content up there but since I’m still approaching Finals Week and have not passed it yet, it’s going to be an uphill battle.
I’m working on my time-travel story (the one with Emrys.) I had an idea for a sequel, featuring a young lady named Persephone Williams (Seph for short.)
I missed an assignment through no fault of my own. This is the first time anything of the sort has ever happened to me and I lost it the night it was supposed to be due and was cruel to a bunch of people who I should have been kind to, and this is also my public apology, and please pray for me.
Let’s just hope things get better from here on out, because if there’s one thing this semester has done to me, there are three:
- It has dumped me on my backside in the dirt and then dragged me face-first through a pile of leaves and THEN laughed at me.
- It has, as a result, stressed me out (like butter scraped across too much bread)
- It has taught me just how much of a survivor I am. I am not a quitter. On the other hand, just holding on is hard. It hurts. It’s only by the grace of God that I haven’t hit my breaking point yet. I need you guys’ prayers.
On the bright side, I spent the morning outdoors in the wind in the middle of nowhere and thought of ways I could volunteer this summer by renewing a garden at the place I used to volunteer at a lot (I stopped after finding a job–I shouldn’t have, it’s therapeutic and I need to make sure that people know yes, I’m a person, I’m not a machine, I have a LIFE outside this store, thank you very much), bought a bunch of beading supplies so I can hang with the sister tomorrow when not writing my poetry and creative nonfiction revisions, and saw a RACCOON on the deck tonight! (His name is Mr. Coon-Coon and he is my fluffy and I want cuddles with him, even though he’d probably bite me and give me some horrible incurable disease. He’s a big fluffy chubby chap.)
All in all, I think I’m doing pretty well for now. Pray that I’ll keep on being okay (ish).
Oh, and by the way, I might put progress posts for my creative writing pieces on the blog when the semester’s over and if you want a piece of that action, remind me at the end of the first week in May. 😉
Thanks for reading and God Bless!
The Upstairs Archives 
I’ve been praying for you about the past week. Since I was praying for two other frazzled college students, you sort of came to mind. I see that was a legitimate prompting and I shall keep at it. 🙂
Thanks so much 🙂
*gives you a bag of writefury hugs to use whenever* *and an extra just in case*
Thank you :-3
*huggles* Praying for you! I hope things will get better for you. ❤
Mr. Coon-Coon sounds ADORBZ. ^_^
Thanks. 🙂
HE WAS X-D I missed him the night before last; he was there but I didn’t see him, apparently ;-P
Sorry you’ve been having a rough time. I’ll definitely be praying for you. *hugs*
Raccoons are awesome.
Thanks! 🙂 And yes, they are. Mr. Coon-Coon is the cutest thing I’d seen (since looking at my middle sister, who is up there in the running for cutest person ever.) 😉
I’m 100% sure that my younger sister is cuter than your sister. I’m also 100% sure that I’m biased.
Next time you see Mr. Coon-Coon, you should take a picture and share his cuteness with the rest of us.
SHE IS NOT! THERE IS NO POSSIBILITEH! also I HAVE TWO YOUNGER SISTERS. Booyah! ;-P
I would, except my camera has given up the ghost and I’d have to borrow Mom’s…
YES SHE IS. And good for you? We were only discussing one of them, though.
Ah. That’s annoying.
One is fifteen and the other is six! And both of them too cute for this world!
Like, seriously. The world might blow up from the sum of their combined cuteness.
*Might* . . . obviously it hasn’t actually. (Or perhaps it has and every time we’re simply transported to an alternate timeline where it didn’t.)
But I’m still claiming my sister is at least as cute as, if not cuter than, either of them.
I’m fairly sure that’s what happened. Some idiot has been mucking about with our timeline and since Gallifrey’s not around to stabilize it, I’ve got to do my best…
NEVER! *puts on breastplate* I challenge you to a pie duel!
It would seem to me that it’s already stabilized, since we’re still here.
Oh-ho, you did not want to do that! *throws back curtain to reveal cart full of pies* Challenge accepted!
I had to stabilize it in a parallel universe and now I don’t know which timeline I ended up in.
Oh yes! *grabs a pie in either hand*
Ah.
*grabs another pie and launches it at you, then grabs two more and runs for cover*
EULALIA! *fires off a salvo of pies*
*ninja spin behind the cart* *throws more pies*
*brings out my secret weapon, a pie trebuchet, and launches a pile of pies at you* Surrender, you ruffian! ;-P
*raises shield so pies splatter on it instead of me* Never, you rogue! *launches mega-pie at you*
*ninja rolls away* *fires heat-seeking pie missile at you* Then you must take the consequences! 😛
*launches my own freshly-baked pies at the pie missile to stop/misdirect it* *fires pie cannon at you*
*dives out of the way and launches a salvo of pies*
*gracefully dodges each and every pie and deflects them back at you*
*lobs a pie bomb just behind you*
*doesn’t see the pie bomb* Yaaaaaaghhhhh! *gets covered in pie* Oh, that does it! *pie-firing drones swoop in out of the sky, firing rapid-fire pies at you*
(Or was the duel until the first person gets hit with a pie?)
(The duel is to the fun! So it can go on however long you like! 😉 )
Oh no! *dives for cover a second too late* *flings Boston cream pies with the trebuchet*
(That works. :D)
Foul! Foul! Those are cakes, not pies! *swings astride one of the pie-firing drones, slinging my own fruity-filled pies at you*
I don’t even know what they are, I just launched ’em! *throws BANANA cream pies at you*
Well, now you do know, and I insist that you desist all non-pie projectiles at once! *steers my drone into a spinning loop-de-loop type course that, naturally, avoids all the pies* *other drones continue to fire on you*
*dives sideways* I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THEY WERE! *launches watermelon ice cream pies at you*
You seriously don’t? *pauses in shock and gets a facefull of pie* *spits out watermelon ice cream* Oh, yuck! *battalion of pie-catapults launch a dozen pies each at you*
*dives for cover* *retaliates with chocolate silk pies*
*catches one of the pies in midair and munches on it while my drone weaves effortlessly between the pies* Mmm. Now this one is yummy.
*nails you in the face with an apple pie while you’re eating*
*chokes on pie* *wipes face clean* Hey! Chocolate and apple are yummy together, but not like that! *launches a barrage of pecan pies*
YUM *sits carelessly down to eat one with ice cream, deflecting the rest with the Force*
. . . You might actually have something there. Temporary truce so I can enjoy pecan pie too?
Sure! *hands you a pie and ice cream* Pie transcends all borders. 😛
Danke. *enjoys pie* And yes, it does.
If we’re done, ready to start again? *manic grin*
As you wish. *shadow starts to appear over battlefield*
EULALIA! *brings out pie cannon*
*airships coverage over field and drop pies as I steer my drone away from the drop zone*
*brings out lightsaber with a pie blade* *jumps onto your drone* Defend yourself!
What even . . . *jumps off my drone, and sends it by remote into the thick of the falling pies* What did you think I was doing?
*leaps after you* I don’t know! I’m just having an awesome time right now 😛
*throws pie at you as you land* Ok then.
I’m making it up as I go along! *launches pies from ballista*
*dodges and deflects pies*
*chases you with a pie in either hand*
*pulls out pie gun and shoots mini pies at you while I’m running*
*dodges pies* *throws pies at your feet to trip you up*
*trips on pies and turns it into a somersault, ending with pulling the trigger on a sentinent-pie-machine that sends pies to attack you*
…okay, that’s a little strange. *carefully disarms pie machine without damaging it*
I don’t know. As you said earlier, I’m improvising. And also in a mode where I just take the first thing that comes to mind and run with it.
Wow X-P Your mind palace must be such a mess right now. *squirts whipped cream at you*
*holds up a massive pumpkin pie to catch the whipped cream* Well, it was then. It’s cleaned up now.
That’s good. *flings pecan pies at you* 😛
*neatly catches every pie without it doing any damage* *sets them aside for later and pulls the lever on an ice-cream catapult* Here, ice cream to go with your pecan pie.
YUM! *goes swimming in ice cream* 😛
Ok then. *sits down to enjoy more pie while you go swimming* *occasionally catapults another scoop at you to keep things interesting*
*gets out of the ice cream and runs after you to hug you so you get covered in ice cream too*
Yaaaaaagh! *runs for the hills* *tosses a magic pie behind me as a distraction*
*dives to one side* *the pie grows pumpkin vines* Okay, that’s weird. *chases you with the pie vines following*
The pie was supposed to be irresistible so you’d have no choice but to stop and eat it . . . Apparently, Alexander got the formula wrong. Darn it. *continues to run* *throws another magic pie back, hoping this one works . . . or counteracts the first one, at least*
*drops flat* good grief… *uses a stun gun on the pie*
*keeps running and hides in a secret bunker while you’re busy dealing with the pies*
*crashes in through the ceiling* hello
Gah. What even. How did you find me?
Convenient plot device 😛
That’s cliche. And cheating.
Meh. Okay, I borrowed Seaman from Merriweather Lewis and he sniffed you out.
Hmph. How are you jumping around in time now?
Still concerned about it. Also very exhausted by it, so it’s happened less, and I’ve been more focused on the drudgery that is Dead Week.
Ah. What’s Dead Week?
Week before Finals *scared face*
Ah. Ouch. Good luck with that.
My wrist hurts and I don’t know why 😦
Sorry. 😛 Hope you feel better soon.
Thanks 🙂
I’m exhausted. Mentally and physically. I have to carry around this backpack full of HEAVY BOOKS all day. Like, stuffed. Brim-full. So much so that I can barely fit in my lunch and the snacks I need to make sure I take so I don’t go hypoglycemic on people.
Sorry . . . but at least it’ll be over soon, right?
Yeah…. I just hope it ends well, that’s all.
Yes, yes, you must have progress posts, please. Goodness. Obi’s got a girlfriend.
What are you talking about, Professor?
It’s that girl you and Rosalie always say isn’t his girlfriend, but she is. I just know it. #SithSense
??? Which one? (Obi-Wan hangs out with a LOT of girls. At least, in the EU he does. Anakin is dubious about the whole thing–until he gets his own troop.)
He hangs with lots of girls?! Goodness.
He’s kind of that guy friend who generally gets coffee for everyone.
The hell?
Oh, do you mean Siri?
…… I meant Siri. But I always write them more platonic… mostly because I could never imagine Obi-Wan trying to both be a Jedi and a husband and father. He simply won’t commit to anything that serious unless he can give it one hundred percent.
Awww… (I know you meant Siri and I know that’s how you do them; it’s fantastic like that)… awww… I’m sorry, indulging in feels over here because I am about to unleash hell. (Okay, slight dramatic overstatement there…)
Just as soon as I finish my lab report.
Oh marvelous… *prepares for imminent feels and possible death* *mine, not the characters’*
Yes…that’s it! But look, Erin said he has bunches. *shakes head*
No, I said he’s that guy friend who is not romantically involved with anyone but who holds the door and gets coffee for everyone. Like a single dad hanging out with his kid’s friends’ mothers.
Oh… be quiet. A Sith wouldn’t understand. (That last comment of Erin’s I wasn’t sure she understands… but I guess it’s the best off-college-campus analogy this planet affords. Way to go, Erin.
(Single adoptive father-slash-older brother? Yeah. There you go.)
I don’t think Obi-Wan even recognizes that people will think he’s “with” someone (whether they’re close to the mark or far off it.)
I’m good with older brother. (OH GOSH YES. You are right, you are. He wouldn’t even notice.)
(Padme would notice. I don’t know if she’d try to explain it to him, though.)
I think Obi has fooled you both. Definitely a womanizer. *nods*
*facepalm* I think he just doesn’t realize he could be perceived that way. He’s not.
Erin, you can delete comments, can’t you?
VJ: You’re a Sith. There is exactly no reason why I should believe anything you say about Obi-Wan, given your kind’s track record.
Yes, yes I can.
Guess I should be cautious about posting Star Wars since there’s always all-out war in the comments…?
Eh, I think it’s fun…
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Sorry, got distracted by an heretical Sith on the way down here…
Please cope! We need you! (Aaaand yes, praying… again working on the assumption He listens to Protestants.)
Hope college gets better for you.
*snorts* I think I have an idea of who you’re talking about… 😛
Okay! (He listens to everyone! We’re all His children, after all! :-D)
So do I… I think I may have saved one assignment.
You are so strong, and so sweet, and I love you. Just so you know.
Thank you 🙂 I’ll have to send you some pictures of the beading projects I’ve made recently! I finally got around to fixing the one bracelet that didn’t fit me before 🙂