Ha-shoe-cinations

I thought the world deserved an explanation for my colorful behavior today. For those of you who didn't see me, here's the breaking news.

I'm pink.

I managed to get all of the body paint off of my face (whew) but somehow or another it has embedded itself in the skin on my arms/neck/hands.

I am not sunburned, poisoned by radiation, having an allergic reaction, or making a statement. And you're not having a ha-shoe-cination, either [gotta love DI]. I am simply trapped in this pink skin until it washes away.

Which, of course, may take days. Or weeks. And in 3 days from now, I'll be re-applying that same paint, so there's no chance to be rid of my hue. I will be vibrant for a long, long time.

Why in three days, you ask? Well, it's simple. I'm in DI.

Regional Competition is this Saturday, at UHS. We perform our Central Challenge at 11:20 and our Instant Challenge is at 9:20. And then we have the entire afternoon to relax and have fun togeher.

We don't have much to worry about this year. With only 4 teams total in our challenge and level, we're guaranteed a spot to states [April 20-22nd]. I can't wait for that trip to Mt Pleasant--every year it's a new adventure. And that's an understatement.

So I'm a radiant, glowing pink. For awhile, anyway. But I don't care; it's all for the team. All for DI...

Abbs is [excited, and] OUT.

It's Simply a Difference of Opinion...

Is it okay to be repulsed by human nature?

Just think it over. Every single human has a opinion on everything, educated or not, and they're going to try to convince you that their opinion is correct.

Even if you tell them repeatedly that you really don't care.

I don't care about global warming. If it's a "natural cycle" in the atmosphere, then I'll deal with it. If it's caused by humans, I'll deal with it. Either way, I'm none of your business. So back off.

I don't care about politics. Socialists, communists, capitalists, anarchists--they're all liars. They all have the EXACT SAME MOTIVE. They all want to convince you that their system of political beliefs is right, and everyone else is wrong. They're so consumed with the idea that they'll gather a band of followers and take over that they don't even bother to provide the opposing side of the story. They never admit that they are wrong.

Notice that I'm speaking in absolutes. If anyone out there disagrees with me and thinks that they don't fit this stereotype, by all means say so. I won't argue. I'm done arguing.

Why is it necessary for people to have to "choose sides"? Why? Will I become just like every other adult one day, with a strong opinion that I shove down my opponents' throats? I would love to say that I've held onto my childhood innocence and kept myself away from the world of arguments and politics for as long as possible, but apparently I'm falling in.

Soon enough I will fall victim to a lifestyle that I don't want to live.

I don't like conflict. In fact, I hate conflict. I hate conflict so much that when I start to feel the very first tingling emotions of disagreement, I usually leave the room. I find a way to tune out the argument, simply because it's stupid. It's stupid, stupid, stupid, and wrong.

Humans were not put here to argue amongst themselves and kill each other. I don't care what religion you follow--even atheists must accept that humans beings ended up here somehow. Even if it was simply science that landed us all here together, WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER. And if we don't start realizing that life is short and disagreeing over trivial things is a waste of time, we're all going to die angry.

That's right. Angry. If we don't start loving one another despite everything we hate about each other, we're all going to die angry. And then there will be nothing left of this world but the rubble of war and the stinging emotion of unnecessary hatred.

Call me a dreamer; I don't care. Call me anything you damn well please because I don't care. I have found reality, and I don't like it. I thought that growing up would be exciting, interesting, maybe even fun. It's not. It's a pain.

I have found reality, but I'm not willing to accept it.
-Abigail is [disappointed, and] OUT.

Update

The latest updates on my "authoring," my father's return from Japan, and other random shtuff:

The book is now only 400 pages. I put the font back at 12 and went typing-crazy to get myself back to 400... and in the meantime, I rewrote the entire beginning and added vital information throughout the first 50 pages & ending. So technically it's longer, though the page number went down. And I'm finding myself more and more excited about it as time goes on. :D

Today we went to Kinko's and asked for two copies on 3-hole paper. They said they'll be done by tomorrow. I do feel terrible about all the trees that will die for this cause, but not bad enough to stop myself from printing it. If anyone is seriously that concerned about me wasting paper, I'll plant a tree. Or maybe they can. I truly don't care. :)

My father came home from Japan on the 13th, bringing plenty of pictures and souvenirs to keep me busy for awhile. He and my uncle are home and safe. :)

DI has become the most stressful part of my life. Regionals is exactly 2 weeks away, and we're barely beginning to practice. But we always pull through somehow--this time will be no different. I trust those kiddles with this. :)

Oh, and in school... My parenting [ugh] class does those electronic babies, and my weekend is March 16th-18th. Let's just say I'm less than excited. But it will be a learning experience, if nothing else, even if I get less than 10 hours of sleep the entire weekend. Naming my block of plastic and wires will be fun though. :P

Until next time-
Abbs OUT.

Gasp! :O

THE BOOK IS DONE.

Yes, that's right. I finally finished writing the book. 453 pages, a little over two years, an entire bulletin board of notes, and a heartbreaking ending that left me breathless and near tears.

I'm enjoying myself thoroughly.

I actually finished on Tuesday of this week (February 6, 2007--a day to be remembered for Abby Morgan). We didn't have school Monday or Tuesday, so I barricaded myself in my "office" and worked my way toward a severe case of carpal tunnel syndrome. Monday I was lenient, but Tuesday I cracked down... Six hours of no eating, moving, or leaving that chair. I emerged from my trance in the evening with tired eyes and a burned-out mind, but satisfied. More than satisfied.

Like I said, the ending was intense. I almost cried (and that's something big for me... I don't get worked up over books/movies that easily). I guess I've grown so attached to my characters that to see them... Well, I can't tell you. Sorry. Authors (published or not--right now I'm undecided about where I'm going to take this thing) never reveal the endings of their books.

Note the plural on that last word. Yes--there will be more than one. The novel I just finished is Book Two in a trilogy... I've yet to do books one & three. One has been started; three's just a dream. But someday, I promise you, they'll be reality.

Isn't that my purpose in life? To find reality? Take a good look at the title of this blog: Still Finding Reality. It's here, and it's real, but I'm still working on tweaking the finer points. My future is so very undecided...

So that's my "big news." Book's finished. Oh, and my father got 8th place in the ice carving competition this past week in Japan. Some day I'll pick up a chainsaw and learn (if I manage to improve my visual-spatial relations and relinquish myself from clumsiness).

Until next time--
-Abigail <3