You may use anything I posted on this blog, like drawings (although I doubt you will since they are all low quality), and you may do anything to them (even make fun of them), as long as you don't take credit for the original. You don't even have to say where it came from, as long as it's clear that someone drew it/wrote it/took a picture of it, and it wasn't you.

I mean, I'd still like to know if you use something that I posted here, but you don't exactly need my permission to do it.

Okay? Okay.

Thursday, December 31, 2015

A Goodbye About Coats and Dreams

Songs are just poems to music
But I'm not good at poems, so I don't know what I'm doing
But I was on YouTube and my mind thought up a thing
And suddenly I thought of you
And I decided to do what I had to do

You remind me of my dreams
The good ones, I mean
The ones that are still confusing but bring a smile to my face anyway
And that's not such a bad thing
I promise that isn't bad to me

I remember when we first met
I had a good feeling about you
Though I knew I'd have to let you down
I thought I wouldn't regret it

And no
You were such a good friend
You listened to every stupid thing I said
I usually keep all that stuff in my head
You saw me in my highs and lows
None of that was done for show
You were always a highlight in my day
One of the best things I've found in Oregon

You remind me of my dreams
Like the one where people come 
To rob my house and I beat them up
Or the one where I became a ghost
And I roam the school and neighborhood
And everyone greets my spirit with a smile

I may be the armrest in this relationship
But I know I could lean on you if I ever needed to
Go ahead and hang the coats on me
Pile them up till I can't be seen
I need the warmth anyway
Cuz tomorrow's gonna be colder than today

Sorry I'm going
But that's what happens when you know me

You'll make a girl so, so, so happy one day
No matter what, my memories of you will never go away

You remind me of my dreams


Quickie Winter Break Update

Hello and Happy New Year, world!

Yeah, I didn't write this Sunday, even though there's still some stuff from weeks ago I need to cover! And this whole thing is kinda written in different chunks and then rearranged, so it might not transition that well between paragraphs...

So guess who arrived at my house for Christmas?! *excited*

My sister! (Yeah, sorry, not Santa Claus.)

She'd supposedly not been able to come for Winter Break, but at the last minute her boss- yes, her freaking boss- bought her a plane ticket to come spend the rest of the holidays with us. Isn't that crazy?!

I don't think it's recorded in this blog, but when we came back from Mexico, we actually hadn't told anyone, so my sister actually went to visit her friends at their houses and surprise them. She said her friends had the funniest reactions to her popping up out of nowhere when they thought she was in another country. One friend even cried (though she cries often) and tried to be mad at her but was also too happy to do so properly.

Yeah, she decided to pull something like that again, but with us, her family.

Since it's only been a few months since I last saw her, I wasn't bawling, but I was still slack-jawed and so happy to see her.

I don't think I'll ever get over how it feels to hug her after we've been apart for a while. The feeling of having realized one had been without the familiar touch of someone they care about but they're now here is so great. Even when we're adults and have our own houses and families, I bet I'll still relish hugging her when I have the chance to.

So on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, we spent time watching Christmas movies along with all the normal TV shows we usually watch, especially when my sister's around. And yes, Die Hard counts as a Christmas movie. Everyone had gifts for each other, except me... I was hoping maybe I could tell them how much I love them, but didn't really know when to do that... and they know already...

My sister and I got a lot of leggings/tights along with chocolate from my mom, and my sister gave me and my mom a collection of Roald Dahl books. My grandma had also sent me a really cute and warm onesie, and we all assume a similar one was sent to my sister, but she'll have to wait till she goes back to her place to find out.

There was also a Skype call from Niisan! For some weird reason Skype wasn't working for my sister, so at the last minute I tried with my own account on my phone, and... Well, my sis and Niisan were using my phone for the call for, like, 2 hours. I managed to keep myself busy without my phone, but I felt bad because at that moment some of my online friends had been working on something and I just kinda randomly disappeared with no warning. They hadn't done much after I disappeared, though, so not too much guilt.

Now I'm gonna skip ahead to this week, since most of the time has been spent lazing around... Now to Monday!

Coatrack texted me in the morning, asking me if I wanted to hang out with him and his dad. It sounded a bit odd, and I felt like I might miss a day of bonding with my sister, but I said sure. (Turns out she didn't do much I would've been excited about anyway. And bonding with friends is important too, right?)

I spent basically the whole day with Coatrack and his dad. I ate lunch, dinner, and fro-yo with them, plus went to visit his mom at her store, went to the arcade, and I actually stuck around for his guitar lessons. Even though I don't play guitar, I feel like I actually learned something... that I'll never actually apply in real life, but it's still something. *shrug* I just felt sad because I can't play drums... When the day comes that I can play them again, it'll be quite great. And I'm gonna have to build up my speed again! Dang it!

Last thing we did was just hang out in his room, watching a bit of Netflix or Youtube, or just talking, or at one point actually singing and dancing a little. And it was at that point that I'd remembered the little song I'd come up with about him... And I managed to get myself to actually sing it to him. The moment I actually sung it it sounded like a really bad, stupid song to me, but hopefully he could get what I was trying to tell him with it. I mean, even if parts of it didn't make sense to him, I SANG to him! That is a show of true care, coming from me. I don't know if Darkrai remembers when I did that for him... That time it'd been "Glorious", not a song I wrote myself, but I was trying to tell him something with it then, too.

So, that's now done, but I still have something I wanna do for him... I've really wanted to give him a Book of Mormon. I've been hearing a lot of stuff about doing missionary work, which I feel would be really difficult in my case since I don't really know many people, and most of those people don't seem like they'd be willing to listen to religious topics... But I've kept thinking about Coatrack.

I said earlier that, more than anything, I hope he will at least understand what we do more and respect us a little more, but I don't want to do just that. I'm thinking that I should do this. Give him the BoM. Explain really well exactly what it is so he doesn't just tuck it away out of sight and pretend it never happened. (I doubt he'd throw it away... But he'd still not be very happy about having it.) Tell him how much it means to me and how much this gesture I'm doing means to me.

I honestly was having a hard time convincing myself this was best. But then I read I Am the Messenger by Markus Zusak. There's some things in the book I'd rather there wasn't, but in general it is actually a really good book, and it's one that boosts my own confidence in this and future endeavors.

It inspired me even more beyond just giving a BoM... because it empowered me to think that everyone needs a miracle, a person sent to do a kind act for them, no matter what that could possibly be... and that person could just possibly be me.

And so, when I feel the time is right, I'm gonna give Coatrack a Book of Mormon. Not just that, but my tiny one that I owned for who knows how long. I never really looked in it much, but it has my name on it and it's always been there... And I always felt like I should have it around, just in case. Now I'm thinking it was always around just for this. He works in mysterious ways, and I'm hoping this is one of them, because it feels right, no matter how I feel will be the reaction. I just don't care that I think Coatrack will react badly- the world can be surprising, and maybe he actually won't, if I explain enough. At the right time with the right words, I hope I can accomplish what I've wanted to do for so long... especially for a friend I really do care about, even though I haven't actually known him for very long.

I found the book, so I'm gonna pray for the best opportunity to give it and really hope I don't mess this up.

We went for dim sum this morning and my sis and I are going to a youth dance tonight, so I'm wondering if that'll actually be fun. Hopefully yes.

OH I can't believe I forgot to mention! Thanks to the help of another author, I managed to finish that chapter of Visiting Homeland I'd been stuck on forever! So once I figure out what I want for the next, I'll be that much closer to finishing the story! I don't know how long it'll take this time, but I'm hoping I'll have it completed by the time it's exactly a year since I posted the first chapter. That would be a nice ending.

Ugh, geez, so there's still the spiritual post I have to do, but I really don't think I can do that right now. I better do it soon!

I guess I'm gonna put up the song I sang to Coatrack now, along with a picture that's kinda an inside joke with us. Coatrack the Corgi. *slowly puts on sunglasses* *YEAH!*

Again, Happy New Year! I think some big stuff will happen next year, but hopefully it's all for the better, and I hope you guys have a great 2016 too. K bai!

Sunday, December 20, 2015

So Many Als...

Hello world!

There's gotta be some brief mentions of things that happened last week, because some are important, but first...

WINTER BREAK BEGAN!!! *dance partaaay* I sure hope I'll use this break wisely- reading, writing, drawing, and actually being useful in helping my mom with preparing to move in the distant future. Ya know what, I've already done a bit of the first three on the checklist already, so I'll comment on those first.

Reading: Last week I finished The Thin Executioner by Darren Shan. I give it the Lileh seal of approval. *a-okay hand sign* I'm also working again on reading through all my FMA volumes, and plan to finish before New Year's. (Hehe. So a few days ago I'd brought the 5th volume to school, and when one guy saw I had it he winced and was like "Oooh..." I'd thought at first it was cuz he didn't like FMA, but it turned out it was cuz of the amount of feels this series has. He'd assumed it was my first time reading it and I was gonna be attacked and I wasn't prepared. I laughed and reassured him that I've already read it twice already plus watched multiple times all the other stuff so I knew the story perfectly well.)

Writing: I've gotten a few ideas for new stories, though I doubt they'll go far. One is so far called "The 7 Als of Justice" (for some reason I'm actually not entirely sure of, but I'm hoping it'll actually fit the story), where 6 other versions of Alphonse are somehow transported to another Alphonse's time and place. So, they're all trying to figure out how to get to their own times plus help the current Alphonse... and, well, during that, all the Alphonses and the current Ed will learn more about each other and themselves.

The 6 Alphonses all either come from the FMA or FMA:B/manga universe. So, there's two 9-year-old Als (one for each universe), then two 14-year-olds, and two 17-year-olds.

The Ed and Al they encounter are about 13 and 12, respectively, so they're already used to the State Alchemist business but haven't dealt with most of the things that occur in either series yet. And they're in the part of the story where there's few differences between 2003 and Brotherhood, so they're both somewhere in-between the series, or maybe even part of both at the same time. If I got serious about this story, I'd really have to work out their timeline.

I took some time figuring out what they'd all call themselves (because they obviously can't all be "Al") and came up with some... interesting results.

The current Alphonse is just gonna stick with Alphonse, because it's his own world and it would be weird to try to change his name.

The easiest to think of was the eldest on the FMA:B side of the family, cuz I'd immediately thought "Big Al"- you know, cuz he's the oldest and the tallest one out of everyone that is flesh and blood. (The eldest of FMA is a bit butthurt about it, since he's technically 17 too.)

The "second-eldest", the one that had come from the first series and CoS, I'd first thought "Pal", for "Ponytail Al", but he'd not deal with a stupid name like that. ("It's not even a real name!" he complained in my head.) So, I eventually thought that maybe he'd suggest a name he'd heard in Germany that he liked, and that ended up being Augustus (but shortened to August). I feel like I'm referencing to Wonder, but oh well! At least I'm not saying Auggie, cuz then that'd definitely be too close.

Next is 14-year-old Al from FMA:B. I knew that it was close to the Promised Day for him, so his "hair" would've already been chopped off at Briggs, so I thought "Cal" for his cut hair. (You can tell I first tried just adding prefixes to their names, right?) I realize that could be lengthened to a real name, Calvin, so there ya go.

14-year-old from 2003 got the same sort of treatment. When he realized he wasn't a Stone anymore (which realization and subsequent exclamation of surprise confused all the other Als), he ended up dubbed with Sal, for "Stone Al". It was also then that I realized a few of my Al names were sounding a bit mobster to me.

9-year-old Als were harder than most, because there weren't quite so many characteristics I could base a name off of. I eventually came up with the one from 2003 suggesting the name he'd given his favorite stuffed animal (and thus getting to use a name I like: Moe) and the one from FMA:B going by his "middle name", Van. People usually imagine Ed being the one with Van as his middle name, but whatever. Roll with it!

So, here's how they ended up, from eldest to youngest: Big Al and August, Calvin and Sal, Alphonse, Van and Moe.

The other two are from yesterday, actually. One was an idea that would kinda borrow from the 2003 series plus two fanfics I've read, "Mother" and "Substitute Soul" (the latter which I'll actually mention later!). So it'd be that Ed and Al actually made their mom, but she came back as a Homunculus... BUT a soul was stolen from somewhere else to fill in (preferably a guy's). So, three days later she shows up at the Rockbell doorstep. I was thinking it'd be interesting if it followed a lot of things that happened in Substitute Soul, but I later realized that it wouldn't be the same because it would be a lot weirder for Ed and Al to be like "yeah, my mom's following us around" rather than just another brother, no matter how boss she ended up. It could be an interesting one-shot, at least. *shrug*

The last idea is for one of those angst fics where it's after Ed's been tortured. (I've read way too many torture fics, geez.) It'd be that they'd been searching for Ed for a year or something and could never find any clues and were this close to giving up when he suddenly showed up out of the blue at the door (probably either Winry's house or Mustang's office), acting exactly as he always had, and thus being really weirded out at how everyone acted upon his apparent return. All his memories of whatever he'd gone through were... um... gone. Or, at least, they were hidden deep inside his brain where they wouldn't see the light of day.

But so, even though he looks perfectly fine at first (it was when he took off his long-sleeved shirt to go to bed later that he realized that no, he was definitely not fine according to the horrible scars and bruises on him), it is quickly decided he is actually affected by severe PTSD, since the most random things act as triggers to suddenly cause him to be paranoid, or terrified, or filled with pain, but he doesn't quite know why. Eventually, he starts getting actual flashbacks, which clue him and everyone else in a little at a time as to what happened while he was MIA and piece together the puzzle. And, well, they hope they can see the whole picture soon, so they'd know how best to help him recover, and be able to capture whoever did this to him... you know, before they come back to finish the job.

I'd definitely not be the one to write this, but I'd consider suggesting it to someone on FFN who is good at angst. Though, then again, angst fics kill me and everyone else who reads them inside, so maybe that's not such a good idea.

[Addition: I forgot to mention another from a few days ago! I noted in the manga that Ed said that Truth could take anything- his arm, leg, both, whatever!- including his heart, as long as it brought his brother back. So... I've had a similar idea before, but what if instead of losing his arm to seal Al's soul in armor, it took away his ability to feel emotions (which is ironically the only thing Al can feel), or at least feel love (thus "losing his heart")? Again, it'd probably just be a one-shot, but from the perspective of Al, who slowly clues in the reader as to what exactly is wrong with Ed. The idea that I'd had earlier I'd only written something small for for my archives, where when Ed sacrificed his limbs for Al, he actually managed to bring a whole lot more of him back, including flesh and blood, but he was missing a heart. Like, you literally couldn't even hear a heartbeat. (I don't know if that would mean he's now a Homunculus or this is just hugely AU.) So Al actually became very dangerous, because he didn't care about other people's emotions anymore and either felt nothing or felt anger against things, including Ed. Ed left Al behind in Resembool because who know what horrible things would happen with him around. Poor Winry must have to deal with Heartless!Al 24/7...]

Drawing: I got more drawing stuff done! Yey!

So, as a Christmas present, I sent a friend an attempt at drawing her favorite character. This is why I hadn't done a post last week; I spent most of the Sunday figuring it out. That's cuz it turns out her favorite anime has that art style where everyone has TONS of hair and they do a lot of hair strands and it's pretty impossible to draw. I decreased the amount of separate hair strands in my drawing, but otherwise did my best to keep true to how the character looks. It was then colored with colored pencils and eyeshadow. I actually did this thing that Scout had told me she does at girl's camp where she sprays her final drafts with hairspray so the pencil doesn't rub off. In this case, I was concerned about the eyeshadow going everywhere on my friend's fingers, but I think the hairspray thing actually worked. The thing is that, since hairspray has alcohol rather than a bunch of water, it dried a lot faster and didn't make the paper dry wonky like I'd been worried would happen. So even though I accidentally put the paper a little too close to the bottle while spraying, in the end the paper came out fine. Yay Scout!

I present to you Youko from Yu Yu Hakusho:



I didn't even know I could actually draw like that! I mean, I know I'm copying a picture (more like multiple pictures...) but still. I might practice drawing eyes more like that, but otherwise I have a feeling I won't draw like this much. So... much... effort... She better like it!!! (And she better not be reading this, since it spoils everything...)

Also, around the time I thought of that second story idea, I'd been reading a lot of Substitute Soul, and I'd actually had felt motivation to draw the main character, Alex. I'd always kinda been like "I kinda wanna draw that" when I could imagine a scene easily or something, but now I actually wanted to pick up a pencil and try it out.

The hardest part about this character is that it's technically a guy, but has parts of his personality and appearance that are kinda girly, like having a dangly earring. So... I didn't quite succeed at the whole "looking like an actual guy" thing that well, but otherwise I'm pretty happy by how they came out.


I think this is the most successful drawing at making Alex look male despite the hair and jewelry. I'm just seriously unhappy with the earring, though. That thing's a mess.



This one's about twice as big as the previous and the one after, so the earring and eyes have better detail, but the eyebrows are ugh. And his hairdo is Trisha-esque, so I'm not sure how to feel about that.


The eyes are too girly, I'm sorry! I regret drawing them like that! And the eyebrows are too dark! They look like mine! The rest of it looks pretty nice, though... I like the messy bun and jewelry.

Nevertheless my complaints to myself, I sent them to the author of Substitute Soul, who apparently really liked them! Though, again, they pointed out he wasn't quite boy-ish enough. I just am incapable of drawing more masculine boys. That's part of why Youko's drawing coming out decent surprised me, since he's a guy and I managed to keep him looking like one.

Now some stuff I've watched. Since the latest Star Wars movie came out last Friday (and I knew some people flipping out over that, including Coatrack) and I felt bad about having only seen about 2 of the movies, I ended up watching a few of the other ones with my dad. I'd seen the 1st and most of the 4th, I believe, so I saw part of the 2nd and all of the 3rd yesterday. So I guess we'll complete more my Star Wars knowledge by watching the 5th and 6th tomorrow, and then I'll decide if I'll actually go with my dad the watch the newest one... He'll go watch it regardless, but I'm not entirely sure I like Star Wars enough to go pay money to watch it in the theater rather than wait till it's available at home.

I'd watched a few movies last week, too, when Coatrack had come over. I was quite surprised that actually happened, since I'd only had one friend over so far, and that time hadn't actually been planned. But it happened, and apparently he had fun. ...When he wasn't close to falling asleep. Poor kid is always tired. I hope he gets lots of naps in during the break.

We watched The Italian Job and Treasure Planet, then I showed him a bit of DJ Hero 2 and Wii Music, though I don't think that worked out as well for us as it did when I played them with Beka. *nervous laugh* I'll try a different kind of game of he comes over some other time.

When he left, I saw in the suggestions in Netflix The Rugrats Movie, and... I actually thought "Why the heck not?" and watched it. It wasn't quite what I thought it'd be, but there were some things I liked regardless.

One of the biggest things for me was the pocket watch. (I know, I'm so predictable.) But lookit, it had similar symbolism to Ed's! Yes, they attained them by different ways- Tommy was given his by his dad, Ed earned his with his smarts, skills, and determination- but both ended up having the same meaning to them: their responsibility to their little brother. Deep, huh? (This caused me to wonder if Arakawa ripped off the pocket watch idea from Rugrats...)

Also, this movie made me realize just how smart and responsible Tommy is. He knew perfectly well how to feed and change his little brother's diaper when he was still in a diaper himself. If that's not advanced, I don't know what is.

All that's left for me to talk about is spiritual stuff, which I think would fit better in a separate post (especially since I think this post is already pretty long...), so hopefully I'll remember to do that one sometime this week. So, until then- Merry Christmas, guys, and remember to keep Christ in the celebrations!

Sunday, December 6, 2015

C, D, and Sis On My Mind

Hello world!

Pardon about skipping a week. ...Okay, maybe I should stop apologizing, because I know that this time it was mainly cuz I just didn't feel like writing more than a paragraph, which happened to be the following:

So it turned out obersten actually did get my story! Apparently he liked it, but he hadn't bothered to put it up for everyone else yet, if he was actually planning to do so. He's such a nice guy! *pleased* Too bad he has interests in things that end up mingled in his posts that make me so uncomfortable. *the trauma though* *this is why I never looked at Tumblr before*

I also planned to show off my new nailz, since they have that cool sugar-textured polish. And my new cat's on my thumb.


Yaaas, Dr. Seuss footie PJs in the background.

I actually thought up a new song just yesterday! It's been a while since I've done so. I'm gonna post it in a few weeks, though- will give me the opportunity to revise later if I need to.

It came about when I was watching a girl with the YouTube channel Doddleoddle. She's really quite talented. I like how she is willing to perform songs she wrote about anything, which makes me feel a little better about my own. I like how she includes her little sister into some of the videos. And I like how she puts so much emotion into her performance when she sings. I mean, the lyrics aren't about death, and she's playing the freaking ukelele, but she can manage to make it such a sad song if she so desires.

Anyway, I think I was inspired by her songs, cuz at some point I suddenly thought of the line "you remind me of my dreams" even though it didn't really have anything to do with anything. I wrote it down, and suddenly I had more ideas as to how I continue that, and oops, I wrote a song. It's more like her style than my older stuff. Or just influenced by her style, I dunno.

Pretty soon in the process it suddenly became about Coatrack. Like, a letter to him. I don't know why, but the "you remind me of my dreams" thing seemed perfect, so it's kinda a chorus or running theme in there. I was thinking, maybe if I felt confident enough (cuz I had another wake up call yesterday that my voice actually isn't all that good) that I'd record it and send it to him via text on my last day here...

Coincidentally, Coatrack texted me this morning, so we're currently chatting by messages.

Would it be a good idea to do the song? I'm really unsure about it...

Let's keep going, shall we?

Last week my parents and I watched Little Big Soldier, which had a few great moments and quotes ("How wonderful! I am alive!", "In the wok, both the eagles and chicks are just meat.", and we can't forget the insult "little potato!"). Luv you, Jackie Chan~

We also saw The Saratov Approach, which we wanted to watch ever since it came out but never did. It was really good, trust me. It scrambled up my heart guts a little, but in a good way. Respect for the missionaries leveled up!

I did a rough draft for a drawing last week where it'd be Ed and his family from A Boy Named Ed walking down the street together, and on the side or corner or something I wanna write "How good to be alive", which was from a LDS Youth song I heard and suddenly inspired me to draw this. As expected, it looks horrible, but I'd drawn it knowing it definitely would not be considered a final product, just a sketch. I wonder when I'll have the motivation to draw the final draft...

My dad had sent me and my mom and sister a quiz he'd found online that determined how you were cognitively... It had almost 50 questions, I think, so that part wasn't fun. But the results surprised me with the accuracy. I clicked on the descriptions of the main cognitive development profile it placed me with and its two runner-ups... And they sounded so much like how I really am. Seeing those descriptions of basically who I am gave me a sense of, like, being totally understood by someone, even though whoever wrote those descriptions didn't know it. It was a really great feeling, and I seriously nearly teared up. How couldn't I? I mean, I knew I was being understood, but this whole thing meant there were people that thought the same way I did everywhere, a few of them maybe even with the exact same results as mine.

It was also nice to see that there was an emphasis in the descriptions that I had firm beliefs and standards and was unshakable, unable to be swayed away from them for anything, no matter the situation or decision I had to make. I knew that probably (*coughdefinitelycough*) had to do with the gospel. The true believers have a firm foundation and stick to their values, right?

I was surprised to see that my dad had actually come up with a few of the same results, though it wasn't all of them. I didn't think we were very alike in that aspect... Like father, like daughter, I guess.

So my results were INFP, ENFP, and ISTJ. I wonder if I did this quiz again when I'm a lot older I'd have the same results...

I'll jump back to this week for a moment to say we finally saw The Minions at home. We waited a while, I know. We might've gone to see it in Mexico months ago, but my sis didn't want to. Also, a guy came to our apartment yesterday and bought our couch, so we're once again couch-less. At least there's more room for the table now. *shrug*

Okay, I have three more topics left, but not sure what order to do... Eh, I guess chronologically.

So, since my current school is always too cold for me, I've been mastering the art of layers- I mean, I'm used to doing layers, but not to this extent. It's basically part of my winter fashion 2015 to have layers. Anyway, one day I put too many layers on, and I was getting a little too hot. Then, after a while, my heart/chest area had that odd sting-ish, burn-ish pain that occurs when I've done more exercise than I can handle (yes, the exact same pain), and I was like "whaaaaaaat?" So is that really from me overheating, not working my heart too much? Or is it both? I don't even know anymore!

Last week, one of the days in Health was about depression and suicide. Coatrack had actually told me it would happen the Friday before, and I sort of wish he actually didn't, because after that I ended up contemplating about Darkrai and my sis and their lives for about as long as I used to, which I don't think is usually a healthy amount, and I kept worrying about if I was gonna end up having a hard time during the class. Though it's still a little bit of a sensitive subject to me, I actually was pretty much okay during the class, actually, and I learned stuff. I now hold respect for the people that do the suicide hotlines and stuff, because it turns out some of them actually grapple with depression themselves- so they know what it feels like- and they decided they wanted to help whoever they can with their problems, so they volunteered for the hotline. Coatrack said he wanted to volunteer too, but the location they do it at is a little too far.

Ya know, I really wish I knew more about him. I know when I'm with my good friends I tend to end up disclosing more information about myself than they do about their lives. (🎤I wanna know, can you show me? I wanna know about the strangers like me🎶) I bet you're interesting, but you don't tell me more!

Last item on the list: I read a book titled Repossessing by A. M. Jenkins. There was some stuff I liked about it. Like, for example, it had an interesting take on the whole "heaven and hell" thing. And the main character also was just so excited to finally experience being human. He relished in taste and touch and seeing and hearing ("Fascinating!") and it was heartwarming. We really are lucky to have all these things, and it kinda gave me more appreciation for life.

I really don't think I should be like "I totes recommend!" though, because there were things in the book that I really wish weren't there. I had to skip a whole chapter that was about... *shiver* I can't say it.

So... my feelings about the book are mixed. As much as it made me smile, it equally or more made me cringe.

I heard we're having tempura today, which I'm excited about, so I'll just leave you now and hope I didn't forget something! Bai!