Tuesday, May 31, 2011

another day, another doctor's appointment

I spend far too much time seeing doctors: general physicians, physician aids, chiropractors, neurologists, psychiatrists, orthopedic doctors, pain management doctors....just far too many doctors. And it's not like I can ever quit seeing these doctors, I have lifetime issues, things that are never going to go away. That sounds scary but I've accepted it; nothing I have has a cure. I mean, sometimes I have minor breakdowns and cry about how it's not fair (which it really is not), but I know that doesn't do me any good.

That... is pretty much what Rose is about. Saying that it's not fair and pushing through it anyways; fighting with everything I have. As a good friend of mine one said, you have three options in life: give up, give in, or give it your all. So what are you going to do?

love,
Alice

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

in which I actually teach you something important

Tornado Safety and How It Applies to You
Okay, so I know I rarely touch on anything important, but I became aware today that some people truly do not know what to do in case of a tornado. While growing up in Texas, preparing for tornadoes was something I would subconsciously do every time a storm rolled in, so I thought everyone did that too; I was wrong. So I'm going to take it upon myself to teach you what to do in case of a tornado. 

1. Pick a safe place to hide. A bathroom or a closet is preferable, some place where you are surrounded by four walls, no windows (as far away from windows in other rooms as possible), with supports going on behind the walls. By supports, I mean things like having a laundry room on one side and a bathroom on your other side. Someplace sturdy. OR you could have a basement or a tornado shelter or cellar to hide in. Go there. Best option.

2. Choose a place to go in case of being separated from your family or friends post-storm. This might sound silly thinking you'd all be hiding in the same place, so how would you lose each other? People, you can get carried away by a tornado. My great-grandmother was, and miraculously lived to tell the story. In the event of that, or your house collapsing on you, pick a place to go. (NOTE: This is different than your place to hide)

3. What you need to bring into your safe place with you (things that can be put in a bag are indicated by being put in purple:
-pets and their food (obviously)
-important documents (birth certificates, driver's licenses, passports, social security cards, bank information etc.)
-your wallet
-blankets and pillows (you don't know how long you'll be in there)
-a good supply of water
-a good amount of food
-a can opener in case you bring in cans
-your purse
-any laptops you have and their chargers
-a portable radio if you have one
-your cell phone and its charger
-any other electronics you have and their chargers
-a flashlight and candles and matches
-objects of great personal value

that seems like a lot but it's mostly very small things that can be put in a bag, as indicated above. 

4. Keep on top  of the weather, have the news on or a radio on, and if the sirens start, book it to your safe room.

5. Better safe than sorry. Even if you feel like it's silly to go hide in a closet because the tornado is across town, hide in the closet. Storms move very quickly and tornadoes are often unpredictable, and most of the time are not officially confirmed until after they're gone. Better safe than sorry. 

love,
Alice

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

N.O.T.H.I.N.G.

Nothing
rien
nichts
τίποτα
niente
何も
nada
ничего
没什么
沒什麼
아무것도

in which I cannot think of a good title

Seriously, I cannot. It just wasn't working out in my head. Anyway. Today will be interesting, considering the fact that I may get an answer to what the hell is wrong with my shoulder this afternoon. Everybody cross your fingers, because I'm going to pitch a fit if I have to get another MRI. Or if they say I need another surgery, because, NO. That ruined my summer the first time around and took me out of dance for the summer and fall semester. I refuse to have surgery, absolutely refuse... But I'm kind of getting ahead of myself, they might not even know what's wrong. Blech.

I have been writing now, working on RON when I should probably be working on Rose. Inspiration isn't coming on Rose, however, so I need to work on something else, RON just happens to be that something else. It makes me wish I had stayed in touch with Jacquie, because she was a varsity cheerleader and could help me out with all of this cheerleading stuff. I know absolutely nothing about cheerleaders, so I'm having to do some intense research while I'm writing, which is a little irksome. I like already knowing everything about the characters and what they do before I start writing, but that just isn't happening this time around. Also, I hate changing points of view, but that's what I'm doing. It makes each chapter extra long because it has two parts, and I'm slightly concerned as to how long RON is going to end up being. Definitely over twice the size of Lovely, which I think more readers will like because I've got a lot of emails and reviews saying Lovely was far too short. (jsyk, I agree. But that's all that was coming from the storyline. writing time-traps gets confusing).

The gym is actually becoming a great place for inspiration, now to figure out how to write while on the elliptical. ;P

Love,
Alice

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Just a dream...

I seriously typed that and now have about fifty songs that involve dreams stuck in my head. What the hell, I need to listen to different songs. Like for seriously. ANYWAY.

I know we said that we wouldn't actually have kids. There are plenty out there who need loving mommas and mommies. Neither of us have good genes, and neither of us wanted to pass them onto anyone. No cursing an infant with schizophrenia or epilepsy or depression or a tendency towards eating disorders.... so I don't know why I was having this dream, and even throughout the dream my concious mind was saying "but we didn't plan this. you both said that would be a bad idea." But it was such a good dream. And good dreams deserve to be written out fully.

It was a pretty morning, with the sun streaming through the curtains and warming up the room. I had been laying awake for a while but I simply did not have the willpower to pull myself out of bed. Besides, it was a rare moment when everything was so quiet in the house; with so many animals it was almost impossible to have peace and quiet. I didn't know you were awake until I felt you turn on your side to face me.

"Any plans on getting up soon?" you asked me, stretching out and grabbing my hand.

"Nope."

"It's like... 10:00, what happened to the early bird?"

"She decided that she wasn't getting her lazy ass out of bed this morning," I said, sticking my tongue out at you.

You laughed at me but I knew you had no desire to get out of bed either because you just rolled over and snuggled more into the covers. Laziness excusing more laziness; just another morning in the Liddelle-Weatere household (or the Weatere-Liddelle household, depending on the day; we'd yet to be able to pick one).

I was just starting to drift off again when I felt your hand making circles on my stomach. It made me smile, and I turned to look at you. I must have been more out of it than I thought because you had managed to turn on your side and prop yourself up on your elbow without me feeling the bed move. I slid my hand back into yours and looked at my stomach, smiling even more at the tiny baby bump that was just beginning to show.

"I love you," I whispered, both to you and the little baby just beginning to form.


---and then end dream because I woke up and started crying. Guess my mind was playing through what will never be. But I'm okay with that.

Love,
Alice

Friday, May 13, 2011

hello, summer

Well, not summer. Summer vacation. But, still. I should be happier, but I  miss my roommate. She was epically awesome and we're not going to get to room together next year. =( And, you know, there's that worry about being put on probation for AHS if I end up getting a C in my history class... and the fact that my girlfriend's mom is a bitch not a nice person all the time. 

Still... summer. No homework, lots of writing, plenty of sun. Maybe I'll be more excited tomorrow. 

Love,
Alice

PS check out the website. Currently reshaping it so it sucks less. ;P.