Before anything, my victory is... that I finally finished Family History! *infinite squeal of infinite eternity* I finished editing it yesterday, and was so happy when I finally could write the last sentences. It's done! The deed is done! And I'm probably gonna start posting it this week and put up a new chapter every week from there on. It ended up as 9 chapters (which is killing me a little, but I didn't want to fill it in more to make it 10 or something, everything was fine already), and, without all the ANs each chapter is about 6 pages. However, most chapters are the equivalent of 4 scenes and whatever extra I did, most likely adding about another page. The first AN I'm gonna explain what's going on, and then after that my ANs are gonna be pure commentary. *Ehehe...*
I'm not entirely sure how I'm gonna do it in Wattpad, since I plan to post simultaneously. Wattpad writers aren't much for ANs, so maybe I'll just do the first AN and then just not do any unless necessary? Also, should it be in the fanfic or short story section? When I moved my one-word prompts to the short story (when I arrived to the site you could do two different genres, but not anymore!) from fanfiction, it was noticed more, so I don't know.
Last Sunday, I tried looking at more LDS Youth music again, and found even more I liked! One song, "Wherever You Go" by Michael Richardson, I downloaded into my phone as soon as possible, and I found a liking to 2-3 others that I'm considering downloading too.
I was reading in 3 Nephi the part where Jesus tells of the strait, narrow path (that's how straight is spelled in the Book of Mormon, which, honestly... makes more sense). I suddenly got this picture in my head. It reminds me of the story of Lehi's dream, with the iron rod, and Kane Chronicles when they're on a boat in the underworld, and there's the lost souls crying out to them... It's a little creepy.
I imagined this long, straight and narrow path, and it's bright white. Almost glows. On either side is darkness. The lost souls or bad people or temptations or whatever you wanna call it reach out to the people walking on the white path, trying to make them join in the shadows. At the end of the looooong path is the big gate to heaven.
So, in a way, I guess I was seeing symbolism for life? You know, you're on the path when you follow the commandments and make right choices, and then perhaps wander off when you do otherwise. And there are people out there that want to pull and drag you into the darkness with you, and will do whatever it takes. It was Satan and his followers on the sidelines of the white path. If you stayed on the path, or rarely strayed from it, or anything like that, then the gate immediately opened for you at the journey's end.
I started writing a story about this last night when we started a fast (I barely ate anything on Saturday, so when my mom announced we were gonna start the fast in a bit... Oh, poop.), and I don't think it's that bad. Well, it's more for me to just see what I can do with it, but I don't think it's gonna appear anywhere besides in my story archives. A lot of stuff just stays there... At least it won't be lonely...
Okay, I just have to say it. I skimmed a few of my older posts, and I realized I sounded a lot like this one girl that I think moved from FFN to Wattpad permanently(?) that always was a bit annoying during RP. *sweat drop* Well, the RPers did say we both were kinda spazzes, she's just... more... of a spaz. *i don't know how to react since I can't really defend myself right now*
Back to the blog!
So, for most of the week in World History, we did this little project to create our own countries. She said that, more than anything, it was so we could use our imaginations because it really does start to go away when you're older. I don't know, I guess I don't have as much imagination as before, but I still got some. I mean, what was that whole picture I described a few paragraphs ago? It was still fun.
*deep sigh* I forgot to take a picture of the poster before turning it in. It was colorful and had a lot of cats. Personally, I think I was creative, and my sister said it was very me, so my work here is done.
However, just before school began, I took a picture of the most impressive part of my poster (and the most random). I decided that my country's main industries included dragon-training (which are also part of my country's military's big guns), so I had to draw a dragon.
Prob, Bob, is that I don't draw dragons. I'd done a few that looked kinda like the Chinese dragons, but what I wanted was more of the European kind. And I'd basically never drawn one before. I didn't realize just how hard that was until I went home and Googled "how to draw a dragon". I actually looked at a few of the how-tos for drawing dragons, and I followed two of them, then practiced them on my own and added in a bit of what a different person had done. By the end, it looked mainly like the first dragon I copied, with influences from one or two other ones. Even just the head is impressive, in my opinion. Especially since I don't draw scary stuff. Creepy stuff every once in a while, but not scary and/or very detailed. Trust me, this is as close to that as I'll get.
I also asked my mom later her suggestion for the color palette, and she'd suggested gray with a bit of blue. That was just fine and dandy for me, since I just don't color very bright. I'd been worried I'd have to use dark red and black to make it scary!
The result of my first dragon!
I wish I'd gotten to try to retake the pic so it would look cooler. Oh well.
Okay, so the first thing I knew about my country was its name. (Then that there's be a lot of cats.) And that name is Lilliby.
I guess I've never talked about him (it worries me that there's been so many people that I've never talked about on here!), so I guess I'll have to come up with a code name. Or can I just use his nickname? I don't know.
The best name I could think to describe him is "Sweetie". That's embarrassing both to him and me, but he is just so sweet, and so it fits. (Also, his mom is a chocolatier. He has given me chocolate around Christmastime or whatever, and it is soooo gooood. I haven't really met his mom, but I already love her.)
I met him in 6th grade, around the end of the first semester. We just kinda clicked, in a way, and we were best friends since then on. Even though we often only had lunch and maybe one class together in 7th and 9th grade (remember that I moved away in 8th?), I still considered him one of my closest friends.
The name Lilliby came about during the first few months of friendship. We, unlike a lot of other 6th graders, still used the playground. We often were just talking while swinging or going down the slide or just walking around the playground, but we still used it. We actually had a little game, where we were king and queen of our own kingdom. Our castle was at the top of the slide, where we could stand above everything and see all that went on around us. I remember vaguely that there was one day where there was a thief loose in our kingdom, and we had to figure out how to stop them. I actually tried to incorporate one or two of my other friends into our game every once in a whole, even though I was a bit embarrassed by it.
We had to come up with a name for our kingdom. And he suggested we combined our names together. So it came out Liliby. (I now think Lilliby looks better, but it was probably just one l in the middle then.)
He admitted a few years later that he barely remembered anything that happened in 6th grade, but he did remember us being king and queen of the playground, our kingdom named Liliby.
(Some other kid from back in 6th grade I ended up having seminary with in 9th. I asked him what he thought about me back then, and he also said he barely remembered anything from then. So I guess I have better memory than I thought?)
So yeah. I just had to call my country Lilliby. Even though it wasn't a monarchy.
Sweetie, I'm sorry for leaving you... again... but my life is just constant change. My mom is thinking of moving back to your high school for senior year, so I'd get to graduate with good friends. If we get to do that, please don't move too! I already know The 1 and The 2 moved, and I would've loved to graduate with them too! *tear*
Last things real fast! I read what was available of the fan comic on DeviantArt (I think they'd called it a Round Robin thing?) called "Full Metal Legacy". It could've have better execution, I guess, but it's still pretty cool. And it actually has an interesting storyline! I wonder who wrote the whole plot?...
I found out that the school history textbooks lied about Joseph Smith!
I am not kidding.
You guys know how it really takes a lot for me to be furious? This was one of those things.
I wonder if anyone could notice my silent fury during class when I read that. If the teacher had actually said anything about that, I probably would've ended up ...making a ruckus... and gotten in trouble- or just weird looks. At least I calmed down when my teacher said he'd gone to Salt Lake City once and loved it there. So something ruined and made my day in the same class.
And... um... that same day, when I got home, my mom informed me that a cousin in Mexico died. It really is making a toll on my mom, sister, and family on her side, of course. Of course I'm not happy about it, it just... Doesn't really affect me. I barely remembered that guy. I feel bad about not feeling bad about it!
A joke I was told today to finish!
What's brown and sounds like a bell?
DUNG!
*rimshot*
My sister and I seriously burst out laughing when we heard it. Make sure you say it kinda like "ding!" if you tell it, okay? Oh, that was priceless.
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