Gods…I need real titles.

Well…As this thing is suppose to save automatically now…I suppose it is safe to start writing in here, like ages ago. Yet, I was so use to being able to write in word, then copy & paste. Alas…I guess I’m not allowed anymore. Which, yeah…Pretty much means no more surveys for me, as I’m not going to type out all the stuff in any of them. *frowns* And I so did like to do surveys. [Though, when I’m not likely to curse OD afterwards when it doesn’t work, I’m going to try and see if I can Copy&Paste if it’s under the source thing…If that makes any sense to anyone…Anyway…]

Figured I should clear up my disgust with the school counselor. *rolls eyes* No, I’m not at all happy with the man.
I talked to him Friday, after calling him Thursday night to leave a message. I wanted him to talk to him about this stupid soccer thing. 1.) The whole Harley doesn’t want to play, and Dan won’t bloody well listen to me or Harley on that matter. 2.) That it’s not going to be overly great for him.
One of his main troubles at school is gym class. His trouble with gym class being the noise, the chaos, and the fact that with his mental make-up team sports are not something he handles well. The counselor’s thoughts on the matter…Well since it’ll be outside, it will be different, and will probably be good for him.
What about the part where he says he doesn’t want to play?! *shakes head* *sighs*

And…He pretty much talks down to me. Asks me if I’ve tried encouraging Harley. Well, DUH! I’m his mother, and I want the best for him. Part of that is telling him he can do whatever it is he wants to do. Key word there…WANTS. I’ve asked him if he wants to play soccer, he says no. I ask him if he’s sure, it could be fun. He still says NO…He doesn’t want to play.

I’m also guessing, since Dan has nothing to do with his time, and has been up to the school a lot (to pick up Ann’s kids…The whole time we were together he maybe went to 1 or 2 things for Sonja & Harley, outside the Christmas program. And as for the Christmas program, it was always in a separate vehicle because if there was a fire call, he would have to leave [Yeah, because there are no other fireman on the fire department.]).

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On the subject of Gunnar…*shakes head* Strange boy that he is.
For those of you who don’t know or remember…January 2008, Me, Mum & Raya accompanied Derrick to the SCA Twelfth Night in Kalkaska. I spent the evening calling a young man that was there a ‘shiney’ [This would be Gunnar]…As he was quite attractive. Derrick, the dork that he is, tells me the guy is like 19. *swats Derrick* Come to find out, the boy is only 16. Yeah…Not good. *laughs*
ANYWAY…Start back to the second semester of college. Meet James & Reese. Reese mentions a friend of hers (Taylor) several times, says he’s 16, blah, blah, blah. Then one day she’s talking about a group that Taylor belongs to. I say something about it sounding like the SCA, to which she says that it is.
Come to find out…Reese’s 16 year old friend Taylor…Is Gunnar the shiney from Twelfth Night. *headdesk*

Well, for the last little while now, Gunnar finds it amusing, or something, (& Reese has always found it amusing to tease me about him) to tell me how long it is until his 18th birthday. Not sure why he finds it so amusing. *thumps him in the head* & I’m fairly certain his girlfriend wouldn’t find his amusement in it overly amusing.
[Speaking of which…Reese called earlier to share the amusement of the thought of Gunnar babysitting…Which was followed up by her telling me, that he told her, to remind me that his birthday is Monday. *rolls eyes* *shakes head*

Why oh why am I surrounded by insane people!?

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*looks at separation mark* Apparently I can copy and paste from inside the entry, to back inside the entry. *shrugs* Whatever

I’ve done much of nothing today. Though I did draw "Puggy". *giggles* It’s fairly horrid. *laughs* It’s James’s fault. Somewhere along the lines the other day something was mentioned about a pugged werewolf. Which I found hilarious, and he said scarred him for life. *laughs* So I felt the need to draw the poor creature.
I’ve also got a half-way decent picture of Ryuk started. Part of him is inked, not quite half…Part of him is still in pencil, and I still need to work on small details before I can ink him completely.

James said I should do some drawings, then get them scanned and mounted, and I could sell them when he sells some of his. *shrugs* I’m not sure what I would draw. He said if I drew nakkie people it would open up a whole nother place where we could sell stuff. *headdesk* *laughs* I swear, he’s mental.

I’m going to (attempt to) draw L. Considering trying to do a sketch of ‘Wammy’s boys’. [That would be L, Near, Mello, and Matt.]

I’m tired. I shouldn’t be.

I’m going to have to scan some more pictures…It’ll be a bit more of a pain this time, as they are all mounted now…I’ll figure out how to do it somehow.

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*rolls eyes at commercial on TV*
Gods…I’m not a fan of ‘reality’ shows to begin with for the most part…But there are some on TLC now that I just wish they would do away with. There are at least three shows featuring people who seem to thinking that popping out kids is a good way to get on TV. *shakes head* It’s ridiculous! If these people didn’t somehow mange to get made into TV shows, they would most likely be struggling to feed, clothe, house their families. This isn’t the 1700’s where you needed a dozen children to work the farm, and infant mortality was so high that you could expect to lose one of two. The world is over-populated as it is, and here they are glorifying it’s over-population.

Blah…

I want/need to write.
I have some of Eve/Ryuk’s story written on paper…Need to type it up. It’s a getting to a good part too…It’s a flashback from where I started, but it’s almost to the point where Eve actually meets Ryuk (and gets custody of the Death Note from Ezra, who happens to be Eve’s best friend).

*wonders if any grades are up on the college website yet* I should go check…Which reminds me. I got mail from the college today. *grins* It was the check for the money I won for the story [Chemistry] that was published in the NMC magazine. $20.00. Yay! [Unrelated…I also got a $20.00 gift card to F.Y.E. for joining their frequent shopper program…Which I have to cancel soon, so they won’t charge me $10.00 a month.]

*goes and checks grades*
The only one up is Photography, 3.5, which I already knew I was getting…They aren’t due in until May 8th.
Suppose to be able to pick up portfolio from Creative Writing on May 6th. *pokes at it* I wonder if he’s read through mine yet. *bites lip nervously*

I think I’m going to call it a night. Maybe draw a bit more…More likely attempt to curl up into a ball and take a nap.

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