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I'm bored enough for this, yes. Taken from [livejournal.com profile] sodzilla who stole it from someone else.

Give me a character's name and I will tell you three reasons why it would be terrible to try to date them, have sex with them, or be in a long-term relationship with them.

For an extra challenge, pick characters you know I'm fond of. Anyone can tell you reasons not to date Cthulhu, after all.

Since I don't write fanfiction or talk about it much, here's a little list of some of my favorite things (in no particular order):

List of things I love. )

For my FFRPG buddies, I'll allow questions about characters I've played OR about characters mine have interacted with. :)
jadedmusings: (Ming Ming Sewious)
Day 21 - Another Moment

As I've said before, the place I'm renting now is on a farm which borders a second farm. My landlords and their neighbors raise beef cattle. On either side of my driveway are pastures full of grazing cattle, and also one of the troughs from which the cattle get some feed every morning.

Cows, like most any domesticated animal, know when it's feeding time. Coincidentally, feeding time for the cattle next to the driveway appears to be roughly about the same time I tend to arrive home after taking the kiddo to school in the mornings. Whoever feeds the cattle also drives a truck, and I've learned that cows know to look for a truck but they apparently can't discern between color, make, and model of said truck. Whenever I stop to check my mail in the mornings, the cows all press close next to the fence, and when I don't pull out a bucket of feed to dump into their trough, I hear them moon angrily at me.

And every morning when I continue on down my driveway, the cows stare at me. In that moment I know that were it not for a lack of claws and fangs, the cows would probably love to eat me.

The Meme )
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Tim Doubts Your Sincerity)
Day 20 - This Month

This month is November. This month has thirty days. This month also has Thanksgiving in it. This month is going by too fast.

This Jade is feeling totally uncreative and bored.

The Meme )
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Day 19 - Something I Regret

Oh, there's plenty I regret. Not finishing college for one (even though I had something of a good reason for dropping out). I regret getting a perm in fourth grade and again in ninth grade (you'd think I'd learn). I regret that I let other people's opinions of me, real and imagined, keep me from trying out more things in high school and college. I regret I stayed with my college boyfriend for as long as I did and I allowed myself to accept being his dirty little secret for so long. So, yeah, there's a lot of things I regret.

But I don't let those things keep me from planning my life.

I can go back to school. Maybe it won't be for the sorts of degrees I was initially planning to get, but I can still get a higher education so long as I'm still breathing. I can't change the bad hairstyles or go back and fix my dating life, but those don't things don't matter now except for the wisdom they give me not to repeat my mistakes.

One of the wisest things my friend Deec ever told me shortly after we first met was, "It's impossible to live a life without any regrets. The best you can do is minimize the amount you'll have." It's something I still believe and bear in mind when life throws me those delightful curveballs.

The Meme )
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Abby Unbelievable)
Feeling a bit better today. Spending several hours in bed probably helped with that. Also, the kiddo is at an afterschool Thanksgiving-related event so I get another couple of hours before I have to head out to get him. Anyway, time to catch up on the meme.

Day 17 - My Favorite Memory (Yeah, I know the meme uses the British spelling, but it's my right as an American to be as obnoxious as possible.)

It's hard to pick out a favorite memory given that I'm dealing with one of my depressive episodes and going through Stuff(TM), but that's the "joy" of living with a brain that doesn't function properly.

The one thing that pops into my mind is my first clear memory of my father. I mean, I know stuff happened before this memory, but it's the first one I recall with as much detail as I do. It was the first time he took me fishing (or what I think was the first time; it's quite possible he took me fishing before then). I was probably about four years old. I remember him teaching me about watching for the floater to go under water, helping me set the hook, and, when we were all done, we laid the fish out on the bank and he taught me about the different species of fish (pretty sure we caught some birch and maybe a carp, but I could be completely wrong -- I was four, what do you want?). Then we went home and he prepared the fish for dinner all the while telling my mother how great I did.

We went fishing and even hunting together many times after that when I was young, but that's still my favorite memory.

Day 18 - My Favorite Birthday

Oh boy. I have an unpleasant history with birthdays and incredibly bad luck when it comes to them. To give you an idea of how bad, two days before my sixteenth birthday, my then-boyfriend ran over and killed my dog. I almost missed my seventh birthday at McDonald's because I had the chicken pox. The doctors cleared me for contact with the outside world just in time to save it, but I was still visibily healing and so the other kids and their parents were all kind of "Um, do not want" around me. My thirteenth birthday was the day I got my first period, and let me say there's nothing like going into the bathroom and having to call for your mom while your two friends are outside wondering what's happening. Awkward.

While no pets have died and I haven't had any major illnesses around my birthday since then (knock on wood), they haven't exactly gotten better. My birthdays are typically met with dread because of this. Add to it that my birthday is on New Year's Day and you see why it's kind of hard to plan around friends' plans since everyone wants to party December 31 and January first is when they're recovering from hangovers.

I guess if I had to pick, I'd say my twenty-seventh birthday was my favorite, even if there were some some awkward emotional moments. It was the first time I met Sam in person, and we spent three pretty awesome nights together (and not awesome for the reason's you're thinking, perverts). I even got to see Sweeny Todd in theaters with him.

The Meme )
jadedmusings: (Supernatural - Worst Date Ever (Bobby's)
Day 16 - My First Kiss

My first kiss was also my first love. At fifteen years old, I felt as though I was the only girl in my class who hadn't been kissed. Even my father made a mocking comment about being "Almost-sixteen and never been kissed." It was mid-October 1996 when I started really dating Dark-Haired Boy. We'd shared a couple of pecks on the lips and cheeks, but I still hadn't had my French kiss.

One weekend afternoon we were at his house watching movies and sitting on the couch. Well, being 15 and 17, we snuggled and started to kiss. He was very aware that I'd never been kissed before, that I was nervous as hell, and that I feared being really bad at it. Thankfully, Dark-Haired Boy took it slow and before I knew it, I had my first real kiss.

And I hated it.

Yes, me of all people hated her first kiss. In fact, I was pretty much convinced that I was never ever, ever, ever going to do that again. It wasn't that he was a bad kisser -- far from it. Sure, I've had better since, but he totally wasn't bad at it, and not that I knew any better being a kissing virgin and all. It was simply that I wasn't accustomed to having someone else's tongue in my mouth and, well, I'd built up this idea of what a kiss should be like in my head, and as usual real life wasn't quite like the fantasy. About the only good thing I can say about it is that at least it wasn't as disasterous as my first attempt at sex.

Three weeks later, when he was dropping me off at home, I turned the tables, took charge, and kissed him. For some reason, I really enjoyed it then and I learned just how intimate a kiss could feel. Needless to say, I changed my mind about kissing and to this day I find I still enjoy making out quite a bit.

The Meme )
jadedmusings: (Supernatural - Castiel Air Quotes)
Day 15 - My Dreams

I'm going to assume you mean goals and aspirations as opposed to the things my brain cooks up at night, mostly because I've already shared a bit of that.

Over the years I've had many dreams, and due to life being rather unpredictable and unstable, those dreams have either evolved or been changed entirely. In no particular order of possibility or desire, I want to earn a college degree in...something (English or Women's Studies, perhaps a double major, who knows?), I want to continue writing even though I suck at it, and I want to one day have a published novel under my belt. I'd like to think all of those dreams are achievable, but even should I only get the college degree, I'd be happy. I'd also love to do something with my spirituality that I can incoporate in some way into my career(s), whatever it(they) may be.

And, because it would feed my very malnourished ego and self-esteem just a little, I want people to like me and I'd like to have more of an audience here than I do. (Yes, I know how sad that sounds, but notice I didn't lump it in with the other dreams. It's meant to be silly, too.)

Other dreams include being married someday (heh, yeeeah and then the pigs will learn how to fly), building my own house in the mountains, and living off the land or at least very close to the land.

Yes, my dreams are so boring and...adult.

The Meme )
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Ziva Never Broken)
Day 14 - My Education

This is a bit of a sore subject for me, so I'll be brief. I was the honor student everyone hated in high school, though I didn't ever really apply myself as hard as I could have so I wasn't valedictorian either. Still, I graduated in the top 20 of my high school, which was an accomplishment considering quite a few ahead of me went on to Ivy League or close-to-Ivy-League schools. Me, I went to the University of South Carolina (which is actually an excellent school) and dropped out after three years, never even maintaining C average. Then I went off to Maine and got knocked up (yes, I am being a bit facetious here, though I did get pregnant obviously).

Shit happened in my life around my junior and senior years of high school. My home life was beyond stressful, school had always been sheer hell thanks to my peers, and then right out of high school I was dating an asshole and sincerely believed I could do no better. Things got worse after I went to college, and pretty much, I mentally fell apart. A decade-plus removed from the situation, I can look back on it and be amazed that I held it together for as long as I did and also wonder why no one in my life, teachers or family, thought to question why it is that someone who normally did so well in school was starting to come apart. I can only guess they figured I somehow lost a massive amount of my intelligence and/or just wasn't as smart as I'd shown myself to be for, oh, the past twelve years or so. I had no support. None. Even so, the fact that I never finished college (and did so poorly at it) is something that I'm still ashamed of and hope to one day remedy, but for right now I've had to focus on other stuff like raising my son, helping take care of dying relatives, and basically be a support system for everyone else but myself.

Uh, yeah, that's part of why I moved this year, to finally start fixing the things that I can and coming to terms with what I can't repair. Also, I still have a bit of anger to process over the people who were supposed to be there for me utterly failing at that on every possible level.

The Meme )
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Day 13 - This Week

Do you mean this coming week or this past week? Either answer is going to be pretty much boring as all get out, especially now that Sam is off work for the season and we have no need to drive all the way to Spruce Pine and stuff.

My weeks pretty much go like this:

Monday through Friday, I take the kiddo to school in the mornings, come home, and then around 2:20, I drive back to pick him up. Sometimes we go straight back home, or we go grab a bite to eat somewhere if I don't feel like cooking that night. Sometimes Sam is with us. Sometimes he's not. Once per week I go over to Sam's to do laundry and/or to pick Sam up so he can visit us for some amount of time. The day I do that varies, usually it's a Thursday, but I'm going out there today (a Saturday) to handle that because this past Thursday was Veteran's Day and that was when I was out helping do some work around Sam's mom's studio.

Um, really, my life is that boring and there is seriously nothing going on at the moment that's not related to the kiddo's school work or just general hanging out. There's a reason most of my writing and reading have to do with fantasy. Real life just isn't that exciting (though I actually prefer it to be a little boring considering I know what the alternative is).

The Meme )
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Day 12 - Something I Feel Strongly About

There are many about which I'm passionate and I'm having one of those "I can't brain" days today so it's hard for me to just pick one thing over another. Maybe I could go on about the reasons I'm pro-choice, or perhaps I could discuss the idea of enthusiastic consent (though after I was triggered the other day, I'm leery about getting into that), and yet still there's my feelings on the matter of religious freedom/freedom from religion. They're all things I feel strongly about, but none of which seem to be stirring enough emotion in me today to do a specific post on the subject.

Hmm. Really, I'm stumped for the moment. I guess I could always go with something silly. Yes, silly.

I think green peppers are an abomination. Don't get me wrong, I love red and yellow peppers, especially when they're roasted and placed with a good pasta, but green peppers? Yecht! And I really, really hate that green peppers are used in nearly everything, or at least in way, way more dishes than red and/or yellow peppers. I'd love to see the other colors utilized in more restaurants. That, and more artichokes. Mmm, artichokes.

And now I've gone and made myself hungry. Great.

The Meme )
jadedmusings: (ATLA - Aang c'mon!)
Day 11 - My Siblings

Seeing as I have no siblings as I am an only child and my son is an only child (and will in all likelihood remain one), I don't have anything to offer for today's meme post. So have some funny (and SFW!) YouTube clips instead.

(Hey, it's sort of sibling related.)

And just because it makes me giggle everytime I see it, here is Grover telling you how you can smell like a monster.

The Meme )
jadedmusings: (Supernatural - Dean iz confused)
Day 09 - My Beliefs

"Beliefs" is a broad term. I'm going to interpret this as spiritual and/or religious beliefs, though I could write a couple of paragraphs describing my political leanings and still be true to the meme in a way. But, as I've demonstrated, I'm lazy and will go the spiritual and/or religious route.

I'm going to make this very simple: My spiritual and/or religious beliefs are no one's business but my own. Likewise, I don't really give a crap what Johnny and Suzie believe either. What I do care about is if someone tries to take away my right to believe what I want or to try and promote one path over another. You can believe your god is superior to mine all you want, but you need to keep it to yourself and leave me in peace and I'll do the same to you.

Read more... )

Day 10 - My Physical Constitution

I rolled an 18 once when creating a character and I put that into my Con...oh, wait. Never mind.

Well, um, I'm fat. I have a nice rack, and I have hips. Oh, and I've got big feet (for a woman). I've started adapting an "I don't give a fuck" attitude when it comes to what other people think of my appearance, and so far that's working out pretty well because I get to wear clothing I love and that I think looks pretty nice on me.

Physically, I consider myself pretty strong, or at least strong enough that I can corral a rambunctious four-foot tall six year-old when the need arises, and strong enough that I can bathe a hyperactive fifty-pound Chow mix.

Uh, yeah, I really don't like describing myself in a lot of detail.

The Meme )
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Since I spent my entire weekend with Sam, including spending the night at his house Saturday night, I missed a couple of days of the November Meme. Oops. So, here's my catch-up post.

Day 06 )

Day 07 )

Day 08 )

The Meme )
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Day 05 - Your Definition of Love

Whoo boy, this one is kind of a doozy. Well, it is for me at any rate.

First of all, let me just say that the old saying, "Love means never having to say you're sorry" is bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. Humans fuck up. Humans in relationships fuck up repeatedly. Sometimes we make a bad joke, or we say something harsh in the heat of the moment. Whatever. If you hurt someone you claim to love, no matter how unintentional, you apologize. End of story. None of this, "He knows I didn't mean it," or, "She knows I love her." Don't care. You say you're sorry and mean it each and every time you screw up, and yes, you will screw up. It happens.

Ahem. Where was I? Oh yeah, my definition of love.

Love is loving the person, the whole person, as they are now. You don't love someone if they "lose 50 pounds" or "cut hir hair in a style I prefer." You love someone warts and all in the present. Sure, your love can change in the future. Maybe you'll love them more than you do now, or maybe you'll hate them three months from now. My point is, if you fall in love with someone, make sure you're falling in love with hir and not some idealized version you've cooked up in your head.

Love is a desire to see the other person happy, even if that happiness doesn't necessarily include you. This is not something that's easy, and usually it comes with maturity and time. I want to see the person I love be happy, and I don't think I could live with myself if I knew zie was unhappy with me. I've been the unhappy person in a relationship and I couldn't bear to make someone else feel that way.

Love means sticking by a person in the good times and the bad, so long as that bad doesn't mean the other person is abusive towards you. People are allowed to have bad days, but there is no excuse for physical, sexual, or emotional abuse. Another human being is not a punching bag, metaphorical or literal. Vent to another person, lean on hir shoulder, but always realize that your partner isn't the reason your boss is being a jerk at work.

Love is still knowing you're going to find comfort in the other person's arms, even if you're mad at hir or zie's mad at you. It's feeling safe enough to voice a concern or to say that something needs to change without worrying the other person will leave. It's knowing that the times of anger or annoyance are short lived and knowing that, no matter what's happening in life, the good between the two (or more) of you outweighs the bad.

Love is not necessarily forever. People come and go into our lives. Some linger for longer than others. If a relationship ends, it doesn't mean it was a failure or a bad idea. It means lessons were learned, some stuff happened, and the two people are no longer a good fit for one another. What's important is that we remember we are capable of love and of being loved in return.

There, I think that's enough babbling from me today.

The Meme )
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Day 03 - Your Parents

Well, this is going to be a short entry. Maybe.

Really, there isn't a whole lot to say about my parents, at least not a lot that I'll speak about publicly with too much detail. It's not hard to look through this journal or to read comments I've made to learn a bit about them.

My father passed away two years ago from pancreatic cancer. He was an ex-Marine who worked for eighteen years at a chemical plant until a (fourth) back injury forced him into early retirement and onto disability. He had been a chronic pain sufferer for years even before that final fall at work (which was the fault of a contractor doing some work at the plant). Our relationship was kind of a weird one, and if you knew my father, you'd wonder how the hell it was we were related. He was a staunch neo-conservative and would probably be a member of the Tea Party had it been around when he was alive. I dreaded traveling anywhere with him between the hours of twelve and three on a weekday because it meant listening to Rush Limbaugh.

Okay, maybe this was longer than I thought. )

The Meme )
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Day 02 - Your First Love

One day, when I was in sixth grade, I was hanging out in the library, I think, during some sort of break. It might have been after school while I waited for some activity or other to begin. Either way, there were a couple of eighth graders there as well and one of them was known by someone in my class. About four of us sat down at a table to play a hand of cards, though I think I was more observing. One of the eighth graders caught my eye, mostly because he had black hair and was really pale (you're shocked by this, I know). He was kind of sullen and I suppose I picked up on the fact that he'd suffered at the hands of some popular kids too, but he still managed to be a little funny. I thought he was pretty cool and I found out he'd just moved to town that year, but other than that I didn't learn much about him. I remember this was toward the end of the year, so we got our yearbooks and I found his name mostly out of curiosity, and then, seeing as he went on to the high school and I had two more years before I got there, I kind of put him out of my mind.

Fast-forward to eighth grade. I was able to join the high school marching band when we got a new band director. Now, seeing as I've always been a geek, getting into the marching band had me stoked beyond belief. It was the entire reason I joined band because I'd loved the marching band concept ever since I went to my first high school football game in elementary school. My father would later say I jumped about ten feet off the ground and squealed excitedly when I got a letter in the mail telling me to get ready for band camp. (Why yes, I've always been a dork. Why ever do you ask?)

Anyway, over the course of the season I got to know one of the girls who played the xylophone on the sideline. She was a senior and her brother was a sophomore. Her brother was, you guessed it, that boy I'd been so intrigued by in sixth grade. He'd since let his hair grow out and I heard he was on the yearbook staff, a photographer. (I can hear the chorus of, "Neeeerrrrdssss!" now.) I never saw much of him, but I thought he was kind of cute and was, again, intrigued by him. His sister was totally awesome to me and to this day I miss her. Again, I put him out of my mind because, well, after the marching band season was over, I reverted back to being in the middle school band.

Oh, it gets dorkier. )

The Meme )
jadedmusings: (R&G Are Dead - Players Die)
So I figured since I'm not attempting NaNoWriMo this year, I'll do this November Meme thing instead.

Day 01 - Introduction

I'm a twenty-nine year-old single mother. Born and raised in South Carolina, I now dwell in the beautiful Appalachain Mountains of North Carolina about an hour or so outside of Asheville. I am a college drop-out who has dreams of going back and completing her degree. The only problem is, I'm still struggling to decide what sort of degree I want as well as finding a college. Right now I think I'd just like to go back to work.

I have a handsome six year-old son who is the best thing to ever happen to me. He has a developmental language delay and a mild fine motor skill delay, but neither of these have hindered his ability to excel in school. He loves to read and, when he doesn't realize I'm listening, he enjoys singing. He's also a Gamer Geek In Training and is very eager for Christmas to get here because he's been promised a Nintendo DS of his very own.

For the last couple of years I've been dating [livejournal.com profile] ninjaweazel AKA Sam. We met on IRC via the Returners FFRPG community nearly five years ago. How we went from being role-players to friends to lovers is a long story and, in some ways, controversial. It's a story full of heartache, uncertainty, and love. He's part of the reason I moved to North Carolina, the rest of the reason being that I simply needed to get the hell out of South Carolina. Our story is weird, but our relationship is incredibly strong and the healthiest I've ever been in. We make each other laugh and he gives me a strong shoulder to lean on when I need it, even if I'll never admit to it. In many ways I feel that this relationship is It for me. Even should we fail, I don't think I'll ever feel like this with anyone else and I'll be forever grateful for the time we've had together.

Continued... )

The Meme: )
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I write like
Stephen King

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

I kept getting Stephen King even after four or five writing samples. I figure either the website was malfunctioning or my writing is pretty consistent. Finally, with something else I got these:

I write like
Dan Brown

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

I write like
Mario Puzo

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

And this one I got with a bit from some unfinished short story I'd forgotten about. It's funny because it's got a zombie in it and I don't generally think of George Orwell when I think of zombies.

I write like
George Orwell

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

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Go to Newsweek.com, and type up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, enter!

If I tell you what happens, it'll spoil the surprise. :)

Hat tip to [livejournal.com profile] lupabitch and [livejournal.com profile] davensjournal.
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Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] demonicgerbil:

Go to wikipedia

1) First random article: This is your character

2) Second random article: This is his/her motivation

3) Third random article: This is their power

4) Last random article: This is your nemesis

1) Let There Be Love was an album of songs recorded by Joni James as airchecks[1], released by Jasmine Records on March 1, 1993.

2) Tony Romeo (born December 25, 1939, died June 23, 1995, New York) was an American songwriter.[1] He is famous for writing the No.1 hit "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family as well as many other hit records, mostly during the 1960s and 1970s.

3) The first USS Fairfield was a sloop-of-war in the United States Navy. Fairfield was launched 28 June 1828 by New York Navy Yard; and first put to sea 20 August 1828, Commander Foxhall A. Parker in command.

4) The Tyria (Greek: Τύρια) is a river in the western part of the Ioannina Prefecture in west-central Epirus, Greece not far from the Thesprotia prefectural boundary. It is a left tributary of the Thyamis.

After a tragic recording studio accident, government agents swooped in and carted away the sole survivor: a civilain now only known by her codename Let There Be Love. Fueled by a desire to possess every Tony Romero song ever created, she sails around the world in the fully-armed USS Fairfield with her side-kick (codename: So What Am I So Afraid Of). Together they seek out the evil Tyria before it can flood the world's music venues and erase every romantic ballad ever sung.


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