So I have my laptop back! Clap your hands and say YEAH! I don't know where that's from. I just know I didn't make it up. I think it's musical. Though honestly everything can be musical. And when I say this, Archduke Franz Ferdinand comes to mind.

Speaking of music; I'm going to very soon need to start some serious sailing of the seven seas. Unfortunately for me my music is going to be a pain in the ass. Just a little tid-bit about me. As a kid back in Illinois, I had trouble fitting in because I had come into the school at second grade. By the time I found a solid group of "friends" it was fourth grade. Because of this, I never knew which musical genre to fit myself into. So I grew up with an open ear, but very little knowledge. Now though I've become more musically savvy, and I'm still very careful about who knows about my musical tastes, because it's very wide. I'll listen to all the music and really enjoy the music that's "Odd" or "Strange" to mainstream people. But I'll also listen and enjoy all the music that the Indie kids think is generic and unimaginative noise. Although with stuff that's more mainstream I'm still pretty picky about.

I liked to boast a little that on my Zune, I could find at least one band or artist on it that anyone would like.

Anyway. I might now be putting pictures on my blog. I'm going to try not to have any people, and if there are people, I'm going to photoshop it so that they can't be recognized. Why? Because I just got a brand new digital camera, plus the combination of photoshop and photography club.

Although with Photoshop, it's like the newest version and looks different from the last version that I had, and it's tripping me up. I was having trouble with layer masks! How retarded is that? Of course, most of the people that read this will be like, what's a layer mask?

In short. It's a picture on top of a picture. Except you cut out parts of the top picture (the layer mask) so you can see parts of the picture on the bottom. INCREDIBLY HELPFUL.

Unlike Firefox spell check.

I've also gotten a decent amount of my story for Creative Writing written. I'm impressed with it. Well, maybe not impressed, but very happy with it. In my head it's kind of ballooned a lot more than what's actually going to get put down on paper.

Basically, right now I have two running versions of the story. One is the type version, which is more streamlined. There's less back story to the character, and the world in general. Things happen a lot quicker. Then there's the written version, in which I kind of rant a little about how the world is set up and what the main character's profession is.

The main idea of the story is this. When you look into someone's eyes, you can see how they die. It's fate, you can't change it. And I've made it so that things all kind of work together. It's not super complex, but the death of one character will lead to the death of another, to the death of another and so on. I thought that was kind of cool.

Anyway. So the general flow of it is this. The narrator is stealing medicine from a pharmacist that is now trying to kill him for his theft. The medicine is for his sister, who would die without it. He knows that she's going to die one day because he stops giving it to her. He also knows that one day he's going to die by being stabbed. In a weird way, he believes that he can change his sister's fate, but doesn't believe he can change his own. So the Pharmacist is trying to kill the narrator because the theft of this medicine is harming his business. He is single handedly supporting his entire family. He sees their death on the street, without a home, without food, without him. He also knows he dies from being cut.

So anyway, these two determined family men end up having a head to head clash. Both of them are confident that they can kill the other because they see the other's death. But it's not until later on in the fight that they start connecting two and two. They're meant to kill each other. So the narrator wants to stop the fighting. Saying that because they now are at their fate, they can just choose to leave it behind. Well, the pharmacist decides to take the opportunity to stab the narrator. And as he's dying on the ground, he forgets all about trying to change fate, he just doesn't want to die empty handed. He sees and opening and slashes the inside of the pharmacist's thigh. So they both bleed to death. Bang! Fate is played out. Everyone dies as they're supposed to.

Though after reading the first two stories from the class, I now feel like mine is over ambitious. I don't know. I'm kind of eager to see what comments I get from the class. And if I get bullshit comments from the teacher, I'll be pissed.

Anyway. I'm getting tired, I think it's time to head out seeing as I have some stuff I have to do tomorrow.

Out~