Got the game running. Now have some motivation back. Wrote 3 days worth before playing yesterday. Seemed to go well. Rewarded self. Carried forward.

Went to NaNo event. Ate excessive amounts of sugar. There was a game where you type words to kill zombies. Amusing, the things one must type to kill said zombies.

( Mopeyness )

T( Novelness )Next year, I'm writing a comedy. It seems the only way to do NaNo properly. Have the vikings riding dinosaurs. Run out of steam? Add a demon with a liking for wigs. Dreadlock elves.

I think that's how Summon the Keeper was written. Add a hotel and you're never out of plot devices. Midget basketball team, hole to hell, life force sucking mummy!

"There is too much of the word sucking going around here."

But that is next year and today is today.

Says I to self: study hard before NaNo so you don't have to study till the 20th.

Great plan! says self. But what of books?

No reading, says I.

But what of movies? says self.

Only after 2k a day, says I.

But what of Sims 3: World Adventure, the mummy and kung-fu ridden expansion back with catacombs and puzzles that can kill your raised-from-infant sim really dead?

If you are good, says I to self, you can play this. You must pass 25k, then get back on the 2k a day goal. You must get 80's in school. You must finish Medical Terminology. You must watch all of Big Bang Theory so as to return to friend. You must wait till after Lab exam. You must spend at least three NaNo days with family, proving that you still enjoy their existence. What? You have? You did it? You are such a good girl! Go! Play your little game! Have fun.

Self runs home from successful write in to play. Gleefully instals while rocking back in forth like insane monkey. Clicks play. Get error window. Restarts. Reinstalls. Clicks play. Gets error window. Tries original game. Gets error window. Investigates. Is Mac specific problem. Dejectedly shuts down all systems and cries self to sleep.

I, meanwhile, think it is simply the NaNo and School Gods getting together to intercede what otherwise could have been a very bad blow to willpower and production.

Half way through Nano. 22k in. Only have just met the antagonist. Only two occasions of magic (when wasn't this supposed to be a magical world?) and a romance that she was supposed to fight for a lot longer than this. And who the hell brought in the juggler to shoot my hero and send him away before the MC even gets to know his name?

Despite the juggler, I have the sinking feeling this is turning into more of a dramatisized memoir and less a fictional novel. She is too much the picture of me in land-of-the-living-dead, just before the resurection.

This was not supposed to happen. Yet it is and I am now going through stuff that I wasn't supposed to deal with until I had a break down in my fifties and went to therapy. Seriously people! Does no one read the script?

Having just watched the entire first season of the big bang theory in 6 or 7 hour marathon, I found a bit of that sneaking into my novel as well. Add a dash of Fellow's brother's story (from 20 years ago) and we have a soup that so far tastes like feet, but which can hopefully be spiced up enough later to be something.

Must finish this novel. Not simply 50kyay, but finish. THen finish Stewards (finnally).

The writer is back, the editor hasn't shown up yet, though there is rumbling in the neighboring kingdom that says she's on her chariot heading this way. Guess she got a sniff of NaNo.

Am quite proud of a friend of mine. She's part and par where she should be and this is her first time.

Off to write more!

Got to play with a pigs lung the size of a Rotti today. it was for the Paramedic class, but the RTs saw it through the window and strolled into the lab to goggle. When A&P prof said we could touch it you would have thought someone offered a bunch of 5 year olds some candy.

Hit 10k in NaNo last night. Though got ahead only to fall behind today. No words thus far. My eyes can barely stay open.

There's an overnight write in, but if I made it there, I might fall asleep on the road. My day started at 6:45. School. A half hour at home. Then work. We just got a rediculously long neuro case and so the current prediction is that we will be done in 8 hours. That would put me heading home at 6 in the morning. Huzzah for a 24 hour day. >.>

Rest on Saturday, come back on Sunday, head to school and relax. Yes, next week will be quite the relaxing school week. Only one midterm (which seems to be a fancy way of saying multi-unit exam). One competency assessment. We get Wednesday off. And on Thursday, I have no labs, which shaves a decent 2 hours off of that day.

Had a dream last night that I lived in a castle and in the dungeon my best friend was forging art. We kicked him (yes, my best friend was a he, but I never saw his face) out, but he came back and set the place on fire. Penniless and heartbroken, Fellow and I moved in with his parents, at which point he lost his job and I found out I was pregnant. Moral of the story: don't live in a castle.

My pap is coming into town. He'll be here around the time of the work Christmas party. Shall finally get to see his moves on the floor!

Shan Yu, the Hun bady in Mulan is the same Shan Yu that Shepperd Book quotes in Firefly! Shan Yu being the man who tortures people to see who they really are. yes, THAT scene.

And that's the news in this corner, or at least all that my brain can fathom at the mo.

G'luck to you all and to all a g'night!

These are my people! I have found them! 

 I remember who I am and enjoy it!

No longer do I kill conversations with awkward topics and my blind ignorance of the line. Here, there is no line and anything you say can be taken three steps further!

Right away, sorted into the Wind clan. As I am Libra and in Respiratory Therapy, this seemed highly appropriate. Laptops are our weapon (for wifi is everywhere). 

Much fun with painting and history making and treasure chesting and swagging. (According to spellcheck, I have invented a word and it is not 'swaging'. ^_^)

Our crest was the first to be done and looked very Van Gogh. Fabulous artists in all the groups and very imaginative people all around! Of course I am taking the biased road and saying that our group is the best. ^__^

Currently too hyped up on icing and fudge to stay still and write much.

Whooooosshh!

 I've been working on an outline for my NaNo novel according to Kelley Armstrong's Outlining 101. It's been going really fabulous . . . except everything for my current protag turns out to be about her friend. Ether the girl is obsessed and may or may not be bisexual, or I have a 2nd protagonist. I tried incorporating two protagonists, but it got to be a jumbled mess with 31 plot threads that keep tangling.

Now I am contemplating changing the protagonist to the "side-kick" who is far more messed up, provides waaay more material, and is potentionally an antagonist for another story (Flashback:, for those who don't remember, back in OWG days, even my shortest story became a series in my head) Why heeeelllooooo Anikan Skywalker.

Summery: Protag is boring. Have ready made character ready to take her place.

External Conflict: Protag to be is antag in training

Internal Conflict: Is this getting too complicated and hard to follow?

Writer's Conflict: Multipage outline must be tossed out the window!

Rewards: Love interest of the male hating daughter of murdering psychopath is a shape-shifting wolf with a racoon tale. Very fun.

Conclusion: Will be busy rewriting outline, but in the end will have more fun next month and may or may not respect myself for the trauma of interspecies remodeling.

Thanks for soundboarding!

Have a fabulous day!

Who gave it permission to be so damned cold? Seriously. Not in October. Snow in December, yay, white Christmas. This is just sad. I have to wear bloody long johns under my scrubs. Thought, hey, no sweat, I can deal with this and be the usual chipper one. Bah. My building has improper heating and after a week of not being able to feel my legs, I decided that chipper was the next thing to insane. On the shiny side: (because there is always one, dammit!) I have been doing more cooking due to nice warm stovage. Decent food! For every meal! Wonder of wonders.

Ez, got room for one more down in Auss?

I mean, uh . . . good ol Edmonton. *grins till her teeth hurt*
 

Yeah, I know, "what happened to telling the truth like a true Aes Sedei?"

That's still lying.

I'm telling people that this novel I'm planning on writing for NaNo is a whim. A grandfather's mustache joke.

It feels closer to the heart than that. I want this to be a good novel. I want it to be the novel I have been trying to write for years. The Andreanna novel. (Yes, that's my name. Goodbye American paranoia.)

It's not about me. It's not about my friends. It's not about anything. And yet it is.

Family. Explore it. Create it. Discover the destruction of it.

Why did she do that? Explore it.

How could he do that? Explore it.

Find the answers that I can't say. The THING. The feeling.

If I could find that feeling again . . . Untainted. . . . I would really like that.

That my Southern Belle accent will never past the test. It is as ripe as thew one in Mambo Italiano. (Fear the name!)

Tragic ending that I did indeed predict. My all powerfullness (accent withstanding) has come to all new heghts.

Poor Fellow. I continue to torture him much to my glee and his car's confusion. "I thought I was for driving in," it says. Did not know Thornley had so many songs on one album that were familiar to me. Lost track somewhere in the second album.

Fellow still forbids me to listen to Three Days Grace. I only put up with this rule because he gets such a sad look. Says it changes me. But what's a girl to do when they have a new album. Can't exactly place a band with a motorcycle. He's still gets that "Seeing dead people" look when they go by.

To brighten the mood: he has a job! Hurrah! Making robots for corporate powers everywhere as of this past Monday. Very exciting because in two days he made enough for rent. (His half anyway.) Course what does a male do but immedietly plan on the sports car he's going to get. Debt, car, house.

Fellow: "You've wanted a house for your whole life. What are you going to do when we get it?"

Me: "Probably stare at the walls, too afraid to touch it"

That's why houses aren't made of soup bubbles. I want mine made like the third little piggy. Completely wolf proof with lots of wood to secure the fireplace.

Too bad Little Red Riding Hood wasn't a Princess.

Princess Boot Camp is going swell. Still hunting for costume. That will be my birthday present to myself. The more tattered the princess the better. Twisted Pocahontis, that's what I'm talking about. Though wouldn't by too hard to pull a Cindy rag doll. Lines on my face.

NaNo: Third person or first. The great debate. I was set on first till someone mentioned that you can get better wordage out of third. But what of the insurance rates?

Massive transformation after Open House. The sun shone and birds sang. Suddenly people are approaching me in recognition regarding previous events. Didn't change a thing in appearence, yet this is the me they accepted in the program. Funny that we see the inner selves of people. The light. Who can see in the dark?

Picked up a spruce sapling. Trying not to smother it in TLC. This is the First Year RT Student Tree. If it can last another 20 years, I shall be estatic. It will be the only spruce on the land, because in general, I'm not a pokely needle fan. The idea of enjoying your work that it never dies, even in winter is a good thought. The symbolism works.

Wonder how Red Woods grow in Edmonton? Sequoias? To go with the koi and betta fish of course! This plan will grow more clear as it fleshes out.

Pondering England and Germany. might have mentioned that before. Still haven't heard back from paps. Only a thought right now. Thing is, I've never heard of a vegetarian German.

And that's what's in the local weather.

Gathering Storm by Not Quite Robert Jordan, the book written after his death is scheduled for an October 27 release. One third of the final novel. Rather like Frank Herbert, no? I've always said it!

The Sims 2 expansion Pack allowing you to go on a world wide adventure with mummy's and etceterae is scheduled for a November release.

DOOM

My poor NaNoWriMo novellette. I can feel you steeling yourself for rejection. Somehow I will do it. I will put aside the two longest lasting  . . . GAAAAH!!!!

*deep calming breaths*

Been gathering Lacuna Coil albums. Italian goth turned rock. Karmacode is my favorite so far. Our Truth in Rock Band turned me to it. Most defintiely keeps me awake in night driving.

Life goes and it goes well.

Feel as if I am taking a class I've already taken. The material is new, the people are new, the air is familiar. Impatient to move on. Must sloooowww down. Brain is five years ahead of the heart.

Wearing the trappings I can't wear at work . . . which I've somehow managed to do too much of for lone purposes. Oops. Worked two weekends and made enough in overtime to exceed my wage allowance for the next three months. Oops. But we're working at a fifth of the staff we normally have. And BrainFried called in sick on a Friday night. Or maybe that's ust the story I get told because I'm a sap who loves to help in any way she can. Nah! They wouldn't do that to me! Of cooooouuurse not.

I've got a story I wrote when I was 13 on the brain. The names are the same, the people are similar, the story is similar, but the perspective is completely different. What does a thirteen year old know of being 18? A 21 year old knows quite a bit. I'm going to be hurting these characters. But I've seen kids take a lot worse and perhaps that will go in the story too. Sometimes dying isn't the worst thing that can happen. Surviving can be a hell of its own. 

I'm saving this idea for NaNoWriMo. Yeah, I'm giving it another go. Feels right. No salt. Just the Thom. The bard. I'm not God; I'm a camera. The story will have a happy ending, but that's all the happy I can guarentee.

Been rereading Harry Dresden and just started Turn Coat. Why do I get the feeling this story will end with his death?

Joined Dodgeball. Petroleum thugs tried to crush us. Crushed my glasses, but we won the day. Need contacts. Have to wait till end of October. Think I can get some Umbrella Corp eyes? Joke. Joke. Relax. The P Thugs joined our efforts against the EMTs this week. We won. Again. (Not bragging at all. =p) Pulled a muscle in my quad bad within the first 5 seconds of the game. Still played, but my dodging was more like limbo falling. Feels like there is a ball under my skin. Getting over it. Learned my lesson though. 8 hours of class followed by excercise is BAD. Stretch first. Basics.

Took the kitties to the vet. All is well. They have come to fogive me after I payed $25 for 1.5 Kg of food. The conclusion is that Beemer is fat. Eating all the kitten food will do that to a fellow.

Speaking of Fellow. Ahh, poor boy. I may have whispered naughty promises I had no intention of keeping when he was otherwise disposed and though logic says it's not real, the bodt insists. Now he has to stay away when certain . . . things are around. Put that eyebrow back down. I payed up last time. Can't help that I am an infernal tease. There's probably a spot in hell for me. ~_^

Right. TMI. =p

Off to kung fu!

Ciao, loves

 Dreamt that there was a mutation in bed bugs and they turned everyone into zombies, because of course they're in all major buildings and etcetera.

But these were smart talking zombies who knew about the sweat spot and could make battle plans. The I am Legend Zombie, but with hair.

In my attempt to escape, I ran into my dad who was busily planting an orchard. "This will all be over one day, and what will we eat when we cannot eat each other?" So we sat down to eat a plum shaped like an apple that was the size of my head. Had a nice chat. Turns out despite all their new fangled brains, these zombies could not climb trees.

From the orchard, I could see a high school and the zombie teenagers playing basketball. But I didn't see any teachers. I suppose they were either eaten or had no bedbugs and stayed in a public building that didn't have comfortable seating. Like a school.

At this point I realized that this had gone on for 5 years already and bed bugs only live for 18 months without food. Food being blood. Zombies having a lack of blood, I decided that of course the bed bugs were all dead now and the danger was over, so I climbed down the tree, ignoring all of my dad's advice.

The zombies did not eat me. I will admit this pissed me off a bit. Then they explained, "we totally don't go for dead flesh."

Turns out I was a zombie the whole time. *evil music plays* And then I woke up.

Stupid zombies.

This dream was only slightly less weird then the one I had last night. Last night I had a narrorator. "While pondering these strange shinanigens, they went into the livingroom." Only my narrorator would give me advice. Treaturous advice to be sure, but it still broke the damn wall. Very Hal of the Space Odessey fame of him. Think I will have to watch the narrorator movie that came out a couple years ago.

Mystery of the day: why does Harry meow so pitiously when he is engaged in the litter box? Does he need more fiber?

I walked in one day and found this waiting for me.( Pictures of the new kitten )

If we do get a kitty, I have a feeling it will go summat like this. . .




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Alright, try to stay with me here.

*takes deep breath*

( Before Yellowstone )
( At Yellowstone )

Week in Yellowstone, then we left.

Found a motel in Fort Mcleod. Decided to do Dino park and Writing-on-rock on another trip. Fellow made a video that nicely summed it all up.

It was a trip with many firsts. Full of awesomeness. Full of love.

Peace, out.

1) I got into NAIT

Somehow.

Am now on the lookout for royal blue scrubs so I can go to class. Can't be in class without the uniform. Where does one find such a thing? Walmart? Bah. Where is Respiratory Therapy Fashion Outlet when you need it?!

2) Gave up my position at Peds OR. I'll still stay there casually, picking up shifts whenever they're desperate for someone to be on call or take a weekend.

3) We are now packing and "planning" our trip to the states. It goes something like:

Jasper
Kelowna
Vancouver
Seattle
Mt St Helen's
Yellowstone
Calgary
Home

Yay! We're camping everywhere except Kelowna. Fellow's brother has a condo there. Vancouver requires a side trip to Richmond due to Fellow having a potential job offer there. He says he would rather stay in Edmonton while I'm in school, then perhaps after . . .

Mt St Helen's has just been struck off the list. Dinosour National Park got added instead. Wait . . . Nope, that's off.

Fellow just realized that none of this actually gets him a view of the ocean. He said "Well, if we go from Vancouver to Forks, then go to La Push, we can go to the park there and drive along . . . okay, why are you laughing so hard?"

Me: You are planning for us to go take a tour of Twilight Mecca. That's enemy territory! The girls would kill you if they found out you didn't take them there!

Fellow: Little confused. Should we not go to La Push?

Me: Well if we're going to Forks, might as well try to catch a werewolf.

Fellow: Um . . . so . . . the ocean. Then Butte?

Me: *giggles to self* Must watch the movie otherwise I'll get mauled. If I don't like it, we're hooped.

Fellow: OKAaaaaay then. Werewolf ocean place. Sorry about Mt St Helen's, but at least on the map it looks like the campsite got eaten. We'll spend a day picking fruit in Kelowna . . .

Oh boy.

Dinosaurs are back in! Hurrah!

Hahahahaha. Fellow looked up "medicine hat dinosaur national park", clicked on the second listing and found . . . totchipanda . ^__^ Good work google.

This looks so much like my cat that we had to compare head spots to determine. They did not come back conclusive.

He's even doing his favorite activity! Getting high on cardboard and paper.



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2 in the morning. The rain hasen't let up and shows no sign of stopping before daybreak. I've been working for 11 hours, awake for 20.

When I started work there was no parking for 20 blocks. At the time, the new train station was open. Now everything is closed and I curse the distance. But I do so quietly and with an eye open because there's still 3 blocks of walled in walkway that just screams trap despite the pretty trees that still have their price tags.

A half hour later and I'm in my car. Safe from the rain and the dark.

I start her up and put in some music. Moulin Rouge. Power of the night. Perfect.

I unneringly find my way to the river despite never having been on these streets. It's a moment of pride for someone who once thought such a task would be impossible.

Groat Road is an uphill that twists and hides around far too many bends to give comfort, but we're game. It seems to last forever and then suddenly we shoot out onto 107ave. Nearly home.

Past my street. Past my bus stop. Past the place of murder 24 hours earlier. Around the corner and finally heading home.

My alley is not well lighted, but I know the way. I tuck her in under the only tree on the lot and whisper and thanks and a goodnight. I feel serene and smile. Serenity. Far more fitting than anything I have yet thought of.

Still smiling I make my way up the stairs and unlock the door as quietly as possible. He wakes up enough to make room for me and I wrap myself in his warmth.

I know my spot in the world right now. Perhaps I won't be able to say the same in the morning, but right now, I'm safe and loved. Serene.

Either I am in denial and my car is a sly, hate machine, or said car is merely clutzy.

No blame of curse shall be placed on the owner who is faultless in all she does. (I jest. Perhaps. *shifty eyes*)

In a simple "getting to know you" move, I have been driving my new baby everywhere Visa is accepted. This has gotten me used to such things as dashboard light intensity levels, quirky dangly thing, and etcetera. However, nothing says good pals like friendly roughhousing and close escapes.

This means that in the past week I have already locked my keys, purse, and a psycho kitty inside it. I have broken all minor road laws through mishap and a logic that doesn't seem to be shared by many. I have crushed my thumb to the extent that I can't work for a week--or until the swelling goes down enough that I can bend the join without cursing the saints in the free states of Venus. Finally, have broken shocks by speeding in pothole alley while having many people curse my existence.

On the shiny side, window fixed, break light fixed, inside vacuumed to within an inch of carpet's life, voodoo dangly on mirror to help find parking spots, shocks bought, and aura cleansed through the power of loud music.

All in all, I'm going with clumsy friend. She's a wee bit like River, to be sure. But overall, a harmless-ish bed fellow.

Speaking of River, have made a few purchases on Think Geek. Map of  Firefly space, zombie survival book, universal battery charger, and a pair of marshmallow guns. Fellow's birthday is coming up in a couple weeks and I have plans. Mwuhahahahhahahaha. ^__^

Bought a folding bike from a work friend. Unlike the one at Canadian Tire and etcetera, this one doesn't look like a scooter. Can be loaded in car or tucked (hopefully) onto public transit for a good time in the forest. I am really becoming addicted to said good times in forest.

Trip to BC, Washington, and Yellowstone in one month. When we get back, Fellow is getting a kitten. 32 of them under 3 months at humane society right now. Am looking forward to Beemer getting a dose of his own medicine. I can imagine walking in the front door one day and seeing him flee followed closely by a skittering ball of fur. As long as kitten does not go into a box and bring out Beemer's inner insane Tiger, it'll live to adulthood, of this I'm sure.

We bought Wii Fit, xBox 360, and RockBand 2. He added Assassin's Creed and Prince of Persia. Love the dialog in Prince of Persia. The freedom of the two games is pretty wicked. But I tend to get overly stressed and curse these men to infinity and beyond. Not the purpose of a game in my mind, so I watch, cheer, but don't partake.

I'm slowing down how many shifts I pick up at work. Evenings and weekends, sure. But with all but two theaters closed for Surgeon vacations, it's pretty damn boring at full staff. So I'm finally breathing. I've been doing night/weekend classes for a solid year. Since July. I'm taking a break. No school. Two days of work a week. And I'm finally buying those things I wouldn't let myself get before. I didn't get into school, so I've got another year to save up. Gotta live.

Catching up with friends. Dancing. Cooking (mmm, spring rolls). Reading. Playing. Trying new sports.

Life is good right now and it looks like it's only going to get better. This is the time to look around and appreciate, not when I'm sitting on my rocker.

To all my friends who read this, I hope you're having a blast.

And to the ones I see often, I'll make sure you're having a blast.

Love to you all!

I know, third post today, but it's meme time! Can't fight the love!

Thank/harrass koosei for this one!

YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 36 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine ... You're on my list, so I want to know you better!
BE HONEST! COPY FROM HERE THEN SEND DIRECTLY TO ME IN A COMMENT THEN, REPOST THE EMPTY QUESTIONS.

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
A. Yes
2) What was your dream growing up?
A. Saving the world one fuzzy creature at a time
3) What talent do you wish you had?
A. The ability to say just the right thing to make people feel good
4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
A. Fruit smoothy
5) Favorite vegetable?
A. broccoli
6) What was the last book you read?
A. Thomas Neilson Guide ot Chemistry 20-30 (Yes, cover to cover, including appendix)
7) What zodiac sign are you?
A. Libra
8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
A. Standard ear piercings, although the right one keeps closing up to the point where I repierce it if I want to wear something.
9) Worst Habit?
A. Biting the skin around my nails (because I was trying to stop biting my nails. Succeeded unfortunately
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
A. Of course. Because now I have a car. ^_^
11) What is your favorite sport?
A. Slow-pitch
12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
A. Depends on the moon. usually optomistic
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
A. Sit on the floor and chat.
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
A. Playing dominos with my nanny while she did crack.
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
A. I idolize ass-kicking, boot stomping, smexy looking women
16) Do you have any pets?
A. A cat and a few wasps (though I don't intentiionally play with the latter)
17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?
A. I'd offer you food, chat, then pull out some entertainment
18) What was your first impression of me?
A. AHHHHHH! She's running at me!! *is glomped*
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
A. Neither. Depressing or talented.
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
A. Femme Fatale figure instead of the Donna Mama
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
A. Both. So I can both have fun and tell you I told you so. =p
22) What color eyes do you have?
A. Hazel. Mostly brown with blue and gold spots and a green outer ring that takes over my eyes when I cry.
23) Ever been arrested?
A. No, but I have ridden in the back of a cruiser several times and given a police statement
24) Bottle or can soda?
A. Ick to both. Bubbly feeling in my mouth is quite disconcerting
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
A. A trip for two around the world
27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
A. My home and haven
28) Do you believe in ghosts?
A. Of course
29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
A. research, movies, reading
30) Do you swear a lot?
A. Recently, yes. I blame the movies I'm watching. ~_^
31) Biggest pet peeve?
A. Lies and false people in general. People getting away with it in particular.
32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
A. Improving
33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
A. The small, everyday romances more than the large.
35) Do you believe in God?
A. I believe in something, though some days I' not sure what. I do send thanks to someone
36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
A. Just did.