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Journal: Home
People spend a lot of time at wotmania, and I think that's a bit of an understatement. I decided that letting people keep a journal at wotmania (whether it be about wotmania or Real Life™ in general) might be a good thing. These journals can be kept completely private, or open for the world. Below are some of the most recent entries that are available for public consumption. Enjoy!
*sigh*
Author: Lanfear81
Posted: Thursday, August 07, 2008
Views: 56
why can't people stop whining about things and do something about it. Whining gets no one anywhere.
Sister to StarBecca, Gaylen "Wolfe" Sedai, Mortie & Dark Gholam 
eornom's Aes Sedai
The meaning of life is "bucket"
Co-Founder of Sara and Jo's Magical and Mystical Rubix Boob!
some people think that drunken posts are a bad idea ..
Author: Brooklynn
Posted: Thursday, August 07, 2008
Views: 126
I personally think that they are fine because they are very honest. I'm also being very careful to make sure I type everything correctly so I don't look like a fool  . Tonight there was a going away party for me. There weren't many people there, mostly because they were informed really late and because they are not badass enough to get drunk in a public park haha but I had a great time. I realized that even though I haven't known these people for very long that they are true friends. I'm one of those people who thinks that the less people they are close with the less problems they will have in life, and when I first went to my school last year I had no intention of making friends. The reason for that was because I moved around alot and I didn't want to have to miss them when I finally moved away and tonight I realized that I will miss them. I've had many good memories with these people even though most of them are drunken memories. I have also realized how thankful I am of facebook for such a convenient way to stay in touch with such wonderful people. Well I think that's all I have to say. I hope that when you wonderful wotmaniac's read this at a decent hour you don't think I am crazy, or an alchoholic . Have a great day everyone!
Also incase anyone was interested and also because I like to keep a count down: 4 days for move #1 (to red deerish area) and 9 days until move #2 (to vancouver)
P.S I'm sorry if this was a complete waste of your time but actually I'm not really sorry I mean how is time spent well reading journal entries anyway?
If by soft drinks you really mean hard liquor then absolutely!
I tawt I saw a romulin.
I lust you Joel B
So today I counted.
Author: Clover
Posted: Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Views: 206
I've sneezed over 147 times today.  (I say "over" because I'm fairly sure I missed a few.)
Am beginning to think there's something wrong with me. (Besides, you know, the usual.)
Clover
Paul's lass <3
Obama '08! 
"I have to have the only girlfriend in the world who gets turned on by lightning." - Legolas
CH 4 (finished)
Author: LaSombra
Posted: Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Views: 337
yay, I finally finished this one. Thanks for bearing with me while I was so busy these past few days 
CH 4
"Shozhvu?" Malindhra asked. Confused, Kelly gestured towards her dress, indicating that she had already put it on. "Oz! Shozhvu oz?" Malindhra motioned towards the open doorway and Kelly understood that she wanted her to follow. I guess I was wrong about shozhvu meaning to get dressed, Kelly mused.
Kelly followed her mother down an arched corridor with doorways on either side, leading to more bedrooms. Malindhra's dress flowed behind her as she glided purposefully toward their destination. Gazing at the small of her mother's back, Kelly wondered if she had inherited her beauty and perfectly curved shape. Trying to be inconspicuous, she smoothed her hands down the front of her dress, trying to feel the flare of her hips as she walked. Her waist seemed smaller than before but her hips were about the same size as she remembered. She hadn't noticed any difference in her bosom while dressing. They remained an average C-cup.
Kelly heard talking in the room ahead and guessed this must be her other family members. It reminded her of her grandmother's house when the family got together on holidays, laughter infused with playful goading and general talking. Suddenly feeling nervous, she stopped, grabbing her mother's hand. She was about to be introduced to a bunch of unfamiliar people who knew her much better than she knew herself. What if they noticed she wasn't acting the same? Of course they would notice. She couldn't speak their language. What was she going to do?
Malindhra gave her a reassuring smile, "Ashvu thohm. Ash vae sunoshou."
"I wish I knew what you were saying to me," Kelly replied. Taken aback for a moment, Melindhra smiled, took Kelly's hand in hers, and led her into a large room.
Kelly paused in the doorway, perusing the room. It was the same dome shape as her bedroom, only larger. From the point in the ceiling hung a large silver chandelier. White candles from each point of the spidery light illuminated the room. To the left was a large, oval table of marble surrounded by carved oak chairs. Each porcelain table setting included one bowl over a plate, a large spoon, and a cup. Two men sat playing a game of cards at one end of the table, the dishes pushed toward the center of the table. They too had widow's peaks with black hair cut short to, she guessed, about an inch in length. The sides of their hair around the temples were tinted a medium blond. Both had a light blue tint to their upper eyelids. The older man's eyebrows glittered like her mother's and silver streaked his dark hair. The young man threw down a card, playfully shoved the man's shoulder while exclaiming something Kelly didn't understand.
On the floor, two small children played a game that reminded her of Jacks, bouncing a ball and picking up coin-shaped objects. She recognized those objects as identical to some of the trinkets from her dresser. The boy, she guessed to be about five years old, was a smaller version of the two men at the table, save the blond. His hair was completely black. The little girl, maybe seven years old, also lacked any streaks of color in her black hair. She too had purple shadowed eyelids fading to lavender near her highly arched brows.
To the right of the room, A giant golden cat, about the size of a Great Dane, lounged on a low cushion, its fluffy tail wrapped around the side of his lean body. When she entered, it stretched, sauntered over, and started rubbing it's cheek against her hip in greeting. The end of the fluffy tail nearly hit her in the face, making her giggle and reach out a hand to caress its head.
Everyone stopped what they were doing as they realized she was there and rushed to hug her, the children running and bouncing, saying all sorts of things that she completely did not understand.
The older man kissed her on the forehead and looked her in the eyes, exclaiming, "Thohmcamomish, tophu!" His familiar light blue eyes reminded her of her own. She had heard her mother refer to her as tophu before and guessed that it must mean daughter. This man was her father! "Shie vae juju, Khalm, " He pointed to himself and repeated, "juju."
So juju means father while nunu means mother. Makes sense, Thought Kelly.
Juju gestured to the other man, "Khran," to the girl, "Nishu," to the boy, "Khoniel," and finally to the cat, "Shaom." Kelly nodded to each in turn and scratched the cat's large, pointy ear. She knew she wasn't going to remember all these names for a while. It was overwhelming. Somehow though, they seemed to know that she couldn't remember. Why else would her father be introducing them all?
Her parents began speaking to each other in low voices as three younger women stepped out of a doorway at the opposite end of the room, wiping their hands on stained white aprons. One of them strongly resembled her mother, but lacked the glitter to her brow or the silver streaks in her hair. Kelly assumed she was a possible sister. The other two women appeared not to be related - at least not by blood. They too had shadowed lids, high arches and widow's peaks. However their lids were burgundy and rose-colored instead of the purple to lavender that the rest of the women possessed. Burgundy streaks adorned their jet hair instead of purple.
The three young women crowded around Kelly, each giving her a heart-felt hug in turn. "Khali! " The shorter of the two burgundy-haired women put her arm around Kelly's shoulders and motioned to herself, "Nindhra, Nin."
"Maleira," proclaimed her sister, who then pointed to the other burgundy woman, "Nuvara."
Nin grasped her hand and led her back through the doorway from which the three women entered. It was a long, narrow kitchen. On either side stood counters of white marble streaked with grey. The walls resembled those of the hallway through which she'd followed her mother; white, shiny and arched. To the right was a round iron cook stove, dark with age and use. At the far end of the kitchen stood a great hearth oven of pale brown bricks, a hot fire in the rear, baking three rounded loaves of bread. Open round windows
Nin sat her down on a carved oak stool and gave her another hug. As she pulled away, she looked into Kelly's eyes, her own misting with emotion, "Oi va aphluma!" Kelly's eyes began to well as she knew this must be a dear friend who had missed her terribly. How long was she asleep? How long had she been away?
The three women went back to work, chattering amongst themselves. They were preparing some kind of soup. Maleira and Nin were cutting up vegetables that resembled carrots, only they were a dark red like beets. Maleira plopped the carrot discs into the large soup pot and started on some potatoes. With a long wooden peel, Nuvara removed several round loaves of bread from a great hearth oven and set them on a rack right next to Kelly. She could hear them crackle as they cooled and the smell made her mouth water. Nin smiled when she caught her sniffing the bread and they both giggled.
The cat, Shaom, wandered in, rubbed against Kelly's legs and sat down at her feet, curling it's tail around his front feet like a boa, lightly tapping the floor with the end. Kelly couldn't resist massaging Shaom's neck and his slanted eyes slid closed, obviously enjoying the massage. Idly petting the cat, she wondered about her family. They seemed fun-loving, not unlike her family back home. The women were all beautiful with their darkly shaded eyes and small, pouting lips. It seemed the shading must be natural, not makeup, since the children's eyes were also shaded. However, the kids didn't have the streaks of color in their hair like the adults and only her parents' eyes were glittered.
Nuvara sliced bread and wrapped the pieces in a lined basket, while Nuvara grabbed the soup pot. Maleira selected a large ladle from a drawer, tipped her head towards the door and asked Kelly, "Shoshvu nienuez?"
There was that word again, "shoshvu." They obviously wanted her to follow them in to dinner so she complied, Shaom trailing close behind.
The family was gathering near the table, deciding where to sit when Kelly noticed a new person in the room. It was an older woman with silver and lavender streaked hair covered by a white lace veil. She, too had the same look of the others but with many more lines on her wizened face and glitter covering most of her forehead and eyes. She was wrapped in a lace shawl that matched the veil. She looked up at Kelly with her deep cobalt eyes, causing her to gasp in surprise, "Laura?"
"Yes, my child. Welcome home."
LaSombra
"Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." Benjamin Franklin
<3 Joe
So, after traveling partway around the world by myself...
Author: Clover
Posted: Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Views: 346
I'm back to the situation where I'm proud about going grocery shopping.
In fairness to me, it's really far away in this town, and you have to cross a highway. And so I rode my bike. Scaryscary. (I suck at riding bikes.)
But, now I have raspberry lemonade. And I don't have to leave again for at least a few days.
Clover
Paul's lass <3
Obama '08!
"I have to have the only girlfriend in the world who gets turned on by lightning." - Legolas
dark and twisty.
Author: IamFarDareisMai
Posted: Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Views: 440
is what I am.
Eleven days and I still can't wrap my head around the idea of Life Without Ben.
I need this to get easier. I can't do this constant state of bewildered pain and loss.
But I don't want to forget anything. I want to fast forward a year or two, to where I can look back and laugh at our dumb asses, not cry for hours. I want to be able to talk about him, to answer "how are you doing?" without losing any composure I've managed to acquire. I want to be able to hear his name without whirling around to search for him. I want to know how to articulate how I feel better than "devastated". It goes beyond that and I don't know what to call it. I want to be able to tell people how low I've sunk without scaring them.
I'm not going to do anything stupid.
I just miss and want someone I can never be with or see again. And I don't know how to stop this downward freefall. Cause I've got the feeling it's going to get worse as it sinks in, not better.
Dodge. says: you know couples sometimes have "a list" of people they are allowed to sleep with if given the opportunity?
I've no doubt Christian Bale would be on both of ours.
the economy sucks!!!
Author: kapowski
Posted: Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Views: 515
Well the economy hasn't been great lately. It looks like our hang out The Max is in trouble. It's been threatened to be closed down. Well Zach & Screech have decided to use Bayside's radio station to promote a fundraiser. I really hope it goes well. Slater is slated to be the sports announcer. I don't think he's that great at announcing but well see how it goes...
Every day above ground is a good one...
*stretches*
Author: nossredna21
Posted: Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Views: 624
Ahhhh, I'm ba-ack.
Siddy's Green
*wears the bowtie*
Obama - "Vote for me, I'm Barack Obama"
McCain - "Vote for me, I'm not Barack Obama"
Look, I realize you don't give a rat's ass about me.
Author: StarrBecca
Posted: Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Views: 644
But seriously, if you're going to pop up in my dreams, could you not be all pissy and annoyed w/ me? I ruins my day. B/c I keep trying to figure what I did...I mean I know what I did. but does it really matter? no. So from now on either don't pop into my dreams, or if you feel the need to do so, be happy for christ's sake.
brought to you by the one and only Dakaling.
Tarty sister of, Smarty, Wild, Geek, and Sassy, and little bro Brian. (that's quite the family)
StarrBecca es un chile rojo~ Oscar says so.
And she came back
Author: Mach
Posted: Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Views: 601
EDIT: Yes this edit goes at the start This all came up because the topic of dreams came up at work, you know what else to you talk about with the 10 or so people that you spend 8 hours a day with? The topics always change, hell, last week was the nature of beauty, today it was dreams
You know I just typed all this out, I took too damn long so I've got to do it again! *rages*
Now you can ask anyone that knows me, I claim that I don't dream, and if I do, I can't remember what I've dreamed. Now that said and done, there is two dreams that I can remember. This is the important one.
I saw my own death, not death like, Hey! watch out for (random object) Mach: Huh? *Smack* *Bamn* Oh, would you look at that? But my own personal death, the death that heralds the end of my life. See, I believe that we all have our own personal death, a death that is created from the product of our own minds, that our own death is unique because it's shaped from our own exprence.
My death is a women, pale white skin, with fine small features, she's thin, but not frail, with the most striking feature is her deep red hair, which is straight and long, and I mean long as in longer than shoulder lengh.
Anyway, this women is sitting down and looking out a window, and cliche I know, but my life is going past in the window. Now not my life as seen from my eyes, but the effect of my actions on everyone elses lives, all the happyness that my actions have given people and, just as stark, all the pain, grief and heartache that I've caused. It all starts at the start and continues along my life, straight through time, from start to end. Now I have to watch this, I'm not sure if it's because I don't want to look away, or if I can't look away, but I watch. I see all the happyness that I've given and I see all the pain that I've caused.
As the time goes on through my life, it seems to be moving faster, the images that I'm seeing, all the emotion that I've caused, seem to be flying by now, everything is unclear and washed out. I'm reasonably certain this hasn't happened yet, but it's a possiblility, a maybe of how my life turns out, and because it's only possible, I can't see it. All I can see through the window now is a smear of colour, like a wall of inky blackness with some silvery uneven lines stretched across it.
Now at this point I woke up, or I stoped seeing what was to come, I really don't know. But I'll know that women if I ever meet her, and if I do meet her I'll either marry her, or it won't matter. Anyway, I think I had a dream last night, I'm not sure, but she was there. It was only a glimpse, but I know her, she's my end of days, I'm sure of it.
And an Edit down the bottom: I'm not afraid of my death, in this dream I felt no fear. What I felt, from me is nothing. That's why I'm sure that I'm actualy dead in my dream, and that's why I'm sure I'm feeling everyone elses experence. Interesting type of Justice I reckon...
Now, if anyone reckons they know what that means, let me know, it's got me stuffed.
From one that was here to not being here and now back again
Yours in insanity
Mach
CH3 (finished)
Author: LaSombra
Posted: Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Views: 652
Slowly, Kelly became aware of her conciousness. She was floating in an empty void. Drifting, she noticed a single flame in the distance. Gravitating towards it, she noticed others. Hundreds of flames were floating in the void, pulling her towards them. The hum of a huddled crowd entered her mind and she realized she was floating above a crowd of mourning people. Shapes taking form in the distance, she became faintly aware that she was back at the Oval. She saw Amber standing alongside her boyfriend and a few other familiar people holding candles, staring into space with red-rimmed eyes. They were listening to someone speak, "...and we all loved the way she made us laugh, always cracking a joke and looking at the positive side of things..." Amber chuckled silently to her self, a tear sliding down her cheek.
Realization slid into place. They were talking about her. She should have been home in Portland by now but was in the plane wreck. Now? When was now? It couldn't possibly be the weekend. People would still be at home for the weekend. It must have been the next week.
Searching through the crowd, she found dozens of familiar faces. People who attended various classes with her were there. She saw Sara, a line of mascara trailing down each cheek. Her ex-boyfriend, Chad, was sitting huddled off to the side. He was trying to retain composure but the puffy eyes and pale face gave away that he had been privately crying.
The light began to dim and Kelly tried frantically to get the peoples' attention. "Hey! I'm here. Hello? I'm right in front of you guys. Don't you see me?" It was all to no avail. They couldn't see her. She was taken, once again, to the empty void.
Kelly felt alone. What about her family and friends back home in Portland? What were they feeling? Suddenly, she was in her grandmother's kitchen. Her mother absently stirred a pot of stew, a wistful smile on her face. Stew was Kelly's favorite home-cooked meal. "Carol dear, I think the stew has been stirred long enough. Why don't you come sit down and rest for a while." Her mother plastered a fake smile on her face, turned and sat with the rest of the family. They were telling stories of when she was a girl and all the things she liked to do around her grandmother's house. Heaving a big sigh, Carol laid her head on her husband's chest and began crying uncontrollably. Kelly's absence caused so much heartache. She wished she could reach out and comfort her mother... With that thought, her dream came rushing back to her and she was no longer in her grandmother's kitchen.
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Her mother's distant sobbing continued as Kelly opened her eyes. Through blurred vision, she looked up at the ceiling. She was laying on her back in a soft bed, blankets pulled up to her chin. She still could not move her body but she tried hard to bring her eyes into focus.
"Khali! Khali majavusha!" Firm hands were gently holding the sides of her face. She looked at the dark-haired figure of a woman through the blur.
Kelly grasped at words. "Nunu," she managed in a confused, raspy voice before falling back into a dreamless sleep.
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Refreshed, Kelly awoke to the sound of birds singing and bread baking. She sat upright and looked around. She was in a familiar place, yet did not know where. It was the white room from her dream, dome-shaped with smooth, vitreous white walls curving to a point in the center of the ceiling. From that point, sheer, silky curtains trailed down to encircle her rounded bed, which was piled high with down-filled cotton pillows. The white comforter, also down-filled, was of a fuzzy material, soft and cool to the touch. The arched stone doorway was intricately carved with vines and bell flowers. On the opposite side of the room, a window, arched and adorned to match the door, a clean breeze flowing through the gauzy curtains.
Swinging her shaky legs over the side of the bed, Kelly edged her way over to the window. Reaching to pull aside the curtains, she stopped short. These were not her hands. They were longer, thinner and pale with narrow fingernails of a pale lavender hue. Turning them over, she examined the palms. Although more dainty, she had the same grooves running through them as she remembered in her previous life. Previous life? The thought scared her. Where was this place and how did she come to be here?
Examining her arms, she discovered they were smooth and hairless with unblemished pale skin. Kelly felt her face with her palms. It seemed similar but she had a smaller mouth and chin. Her eyebrows seemed to arch higher towards the sides of her face. Grasping her hair, she discovered it was long again and pulled it forward to see that it was shiny and black with pale purple streaks.
Desperately wanting to see herself in a mirror, she looked around the room, finding a chest of drawers. In the top drawers, she found little trinkets for which she didn't know the use, a soft-bristled hair brush, a jewelry box full of ornate rings and necklaces. Middle drawers contained what she guessed to be some fancy sort of underwear adorned with ruffles and lace. The lower drawers were filled with clothes of various shades of purple, lavener and white, many of them accented in gold. No mirror. Turning, she found a woman in the doorway, hand over her heart, mouth opened in pleasant surprise.
Kelly assumed this to be the same woman who had come to her the first time she woke. Her mother? Streaks of purple and silver ran the length of Malindhra's long, straight, dark hair, the sides pulled up into silver barrettes. A deep widow's peak capped her forhead. She too had pale, flawless skin with the exception of care lines that accented her beautiful, delicate face. Kelly was most awestruck by her deep blue eyes which were rimmed by thick, dark lashes. She appeared to have applied dark eyeshadow to her entire upper lids, dark purple fading to lavender near the edges. Silver glitter twinkled in the surrounding light of her highly arched brows.
The woman stepped lightly into the room and opened her arms into a hug, her long, flowing dress trailing behind her. "Khali no tophu, cazhashova," she sighed resting her cheek on the top of Kelly's head. Kelly was sure this was her mother. She felt comfortable and safe in her arms and wondered what it was she was saying.
"Nunu?" Kelly asked, the only word she could think of, yet she new it meant mother.
"Sho, no tophu," her mother nodded, "sho."
Malindhra led her daughter to the chest of drawers and began choosing an outfit for Kelly. She chose a beautiful lavender dress with an empire waist and wide, purple brocade sash. Gold piping edged the sleeves, scooped neck and seams.
"Shozhvu?" asked Melindhra, Kelly giving her mother a quizzical look. What does shozhvu mean? she thought. "Shozhvu?" Melindhra repeated, shaking the dress, a worried look on her face.
"Shozhvu," Kelly replied timidly. Maybe it means it's time to dress.
With her mother's help, Kelly shrugged out of the satin chemise she had slept in and slipped into white ruffled pantaloons. They seemed rather silly to her but she figured it must be normal here and continued dressing.
"vae cazhvomi, " stated Malindhra and she helped to button the back of the dress and tie up the sash, the ends of which would flow behind her like tails as she walked. "shohmvuva," she said as she gestured to a chair.
Kelly sat in the padded round chair and her mother brushed and braided her hair for her. Kelly then picked out an amethyst pendant dangling from a thin golden chain from the jewelry box, which Malindhra secured around her neck. Stepping into soft purple slippers, Kelly was ready to meet the rest of her family.
LaSombra
"Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." Benjamin Franklin
<3 Joe
zomg I'm losing my mind!!1!!1!1
Author: rebelaessedai
Posted: Monday, August 04, 2008
Views: 672
Manic episode hitting. Warning, mind may 'splode!!
's fun til the crash, might as well enjoy it while it lasts!
I want to has MMF threesome and MFF threesome. I want to has naughty stuffs in my mouf. And talk in lolcat all day! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I also want to be made to uh, well, I shouldn't say THAT on here. People will look at me even crazier than they do now! Let's just say it's a secret fetish and leave it at that. 
Bonded to SilverWarder
"It seems like outdoor survival. 'I know I've got to eat this spider, so I've gotta keep it down. Focus, focus. Ugh, here it comes...'" -Mr. rebel, on my "technique." 
Love, uh, poems or something! (Aaaaawww!)
Author: Cabbage
Posted: Monday, August 04, 2008
Views: 709
(You're just wasting your time;
I never learned to take,
and you look so pretty when you're putting the damage on.)
I met the most beautiful girl on the subway today. I gathered up all my courage to invite her home this evening, and she accepted. Before she arrived, I had a shower and went out to buy some cheap wine. Half way through Somewhere In Time she went to the bathroom, and twenty minutes later I went in there to find her ODing on my floor. So I didn't get laid, but at least I got to feel her up a bit before the paramedics arrived.
***
My boyfriend said "I love you" for the first time the other day.
I stared at him for a while,
then said "I'm pregnant".
By now I guess it's too late to add that I'm not sure it's his.
***
It was a trust fall, and he didn't catch me.
(That's a metaphor.)
So I slipped him some sleeping pills and hired a male prostitute to pose for some interesting photos that I sent to his entire family + all of his coworkers.
(That's not a metaphor.)
***
I was finding God through her when she abandoned Him for me. After she left, I realised God is the shit in Shit Happens.
***
He's been on my mind a lot lately.
Like, "does he ever think of me anymore?"
and, "fucker still owes me twenty quid".
***
We've been married for seventeen years now, and yet I'm on the phone with the florist trying to remember if her favourite were roses or daffodils. I used to call her brother to find out, but he died in the accident, too.
***
Oh, I take my pleasures wherever I go, but
your ghost always pass through me in the morning.
Don't make me beg.
If it's locked it ain't locked when no one's around.
i have to go to dayton ohio
Author: Shaitan,thas right, bitch
Posted: Monday, August 04, 2008
Views: 711
eww
ohio isnt even in the US. its a whole nother country. one that sucks. really.
Tonight you will eat fish. Tomorrow, you may die. -Moraine Damodred
CH2
Author: LaSombra
Posted: Monday, August 04, 2008
Views: 712
I added a little to the first chapter, mostly at the end so you might want to reread it before continuing on. Some things might make more sense.
here is the next chapter This is fun!
Kelly awoke with a start. Disoriented, she realized her alarm clock was already going off. Damn. It felt as though she hadn't slept a wink. Well, two hours might as well be nothing. She probably would have been better off if she had just stayed up all night. Stumbling to her coffee brewer, she started a pot, grabbed the clothes she'd laid out and headed to the shower.
Standing under the heat of the water, she recalled her dream. It must have been because she was stressed out. Once on the plane, she'd be done worrying about being on time. She'd had this same dream before, off and on at different times in her life. At least she didn't have the terrible falling dream anymore that she used to have when she was little. She shivered despite the warm water. Soaping up, her hands stung from her fall last night. At least there were wet leaves to break her fall so she didn't get too badly scraped up. Only a few more hours and she would be back home, if only for a few days. Something to smile about.
Kelly had picked out a zippered hoody to wear over a T-shirt, jeans and flip-flops. Since 9-11, airport security had been making people take off their shoes before going through so she started wearing shoes that were easy to take off and, more importantly, put back on.
While applying her makeup, she discovered a light bruise on the side of her face. Nothing a little foundation couldn't cover but an unwanted reminder of the night before, not to mention she didn't normally wear much makeup. She was no longer shaken but now more irritated at the loss of sleep. She was still having trouble keeping her eyes open. At least she had her good old cuppa Joe.
Kelly sleepily studied her face and hair in the mirror. She'd cut her dishwater blond hair short over the summer, hoping to keep it off her neck in the heat, and it was starting to grow out. She'd gone to the stylist a couple weeks ago to even it into a bob. It looked kinda cute framing her impish face.
She played up her smiling eyes with mascara and liner. Usually, eye makeup was all she wore. She had no complaints about her complexion and so didn't feel the need to fix what wasn't broken. She did, however, love eye shadows and liked to accent her best feature. Her eyes were slightly upturned with voluminous lashes. The black mascara helped to contrast her clear blue eyes and make them sparkle with each smile. Hearing a key in the lock, Kelly was brought back to awareness.
Sara popped in with a newspaper and some breakfast burritos. "Morning, Kel! I got us some breakfast!"
Sara was bright and cheery in the morning. The complete opposite of Kelly, she hopped out of bed and was dressed and out the door before anyone else in the entire dorm had hit snooze. It was the one thing about her that bugged the hell out of Kelly but at the same time, was begrudgingly welcome when she was running late. She could always count on Sara to wake her up if the alarm was unsuccessful.
Already up and ready to go, Sara had her highlighted brown hair up in a twist. Her round face was perfectly made up, her lipstick matching her crimson shirt. Kelly always felt under dressed next to Sara.
"awesome. I'll be ready to leave in like five minutes. Thanks again for the ride. You're a life-saver, bringing the burritos."
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Traffic was light and twenty minutes later, they arrived at the drop-off area in front of the ticket counters. "You take care of yourself, Kelly. Let me know when you need to be picked up and I'll be here."
"alright. I'll call you before Sunday. See ya later."
Sara drove off and Kelly checked in at the e-ticket computer. She had one bag to check so turned it in and headed out to the gate. Her head felt like it was buzzing with the fatigue and she was glad to be able to sit and rest for a while.
Waiting to board the plane was one of her favorite parts of traveling. She enjoyed watching the people go by, each with their own destination. There was an overburdened mom carrying a large diaper bag and a purse, a backpack on her shoulders, two small crying children in tow, hurrying to their gate. An older woman wearing a Hawaiian print blouse walked along side a man in a lime green buttoned shirt, both with sunburnt noses. A young guy, early twenties, shaggy brown hair, headed toward a distant gate carrying nothing but a guitar case. She noticed him looking her way and gave a demure smile. An aged woman inched her way to sit in the same waiting area as Kelly, took a seat by the window and gave her a friendly smile. As she returned the smile, the ticket agents began boarding the first class seats.
Kelly took the opportunity to take one last trip to the restroom before boarding. She hated using those cramped lavatories. It always seemed as though the entire plane had to use them before her. She preferred being one of the last to board the plane anyway. She'd gotten accustomed to it from flying standby for so many years and it's nice not to stand around waiting for everyone else to put away their carry-on bags in order to take your own seat.
Seat number 23-C was on the right-hand side of the aisle. The aging woman from the waiting area was occupying 23-A and there was an empty seat between them. The flight wasn't full so there would be more room to stretch out. "hello," Kelly smiled to the old woman.
"Good morning," The woman's voice shook as she spoke, "My name is Laura. It looks like I will be accompanying you on your journey today."
"I'm Kelly. Nice to meet you. I'm flying to Portland to see my family for the holiday. I can't wait to see everyone."
The woman nodded her head slightly and smiled, a distant look in her deep cobalt eyes.
"So where are you headed...Laura?" Kelly asked politely, hoping for a little more friendly conversation before the plane started to taxi to the runway.
"Oh," the woman paused gave a thoughtful smile, "the same place as you, my child. The same place as you." Laura reached out a trembling gnarled hand and patted Kelly's own. The old woman's cold hand lingered as she added, "You are a strong young woman. Do not be afraid. You have much to accomplish in your future. Her ears burning from confusion and embarrassment, Kelly waited a few beats before slowly returning her hand to her lap. She was about to inform Laura that she was a seasoned traveler, unafraid of flying but let it rest. She turned off her cell phone and sat back, reading the Skymall catalog. The plane began backing out of the gate to taxi toward the runway.
Within minutes, the plane took off and was at its cruising altitude, 36,000 feet, according to the gravelly voiced captain. It looked to be a fairly smooth flight, despite the turbulence during takeoff. They were now above the clouds and the sun was shining brightly. Kelly took out her MP3 and a book and began to read. Her lids started feeling heavy after just a couple pages so she put the book away and fell into a deep sleep.
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A couple hours into the flight, Kelly was up and reading her book., refreshed from her nap. The flight attendants were bustling around, serving drinks to the passengers when the plane came into a bit of turbulence. Surprised by the sudden jerk, the flight attendant was not quick enough to hit the brake pedal on the cart and it went rolling down the aisle, being stopped by a man a couple rows up. The "fasten seatbelt" sign dinged and lit up before the captain's voice crackled in the speakers, "This is your captain speaking. Ah, looks like we're running into a bit of turbulence so it's best to remain seated for the time being. We're going to be maneuvering around a thunderstorm, which you can see out the left side of the plane and we should be to our destination shortly. Flight attendants, please stand by." Kelly craned to look out the window. The massive, dark storm clouds were piled up miles into the sky. She caught a glimpse of lightening shooting out of them, lighting up the sky.
She'd never seen a thunderstorm from above and was amazed by the height of it. The plane began jostling about. Each time it dropped a few feet, her stomach would lurch. She'd been in turbulent flights quite a bit and it didn't scare her but still made her a bit nervous and couldn't wait for it to be over with. Looking over to Laura, she saw the woman finally rouse from her slumber. She didn't seem worried in the least but gave Kelly a penetrating, knowing look that made her more nervous.
Peering out the window, Kelly saw a streak of lightening illuminate the sky as it struck the engine under the wing. The plane jerked towards the side as smoke trailed from the smoldering engine. Her heart lept to her throat and she sat motionless, waiting to hear the captain's reassuring voice, hearing instead the sound of a wailing baby in the rear of the plane. Laura seemed unfazed by the events. "Relax, my dear, you will be fine."
Fine? This was not fine. She had been flying all her life and never had been on a plane with a missing engine. Kelly wished she'd brought her rosary but instead, closed her eyes and prayed silently to herself as Laura firmly grasped her left hand. The captain's voice came on again, "We are missing an engine on the left side of the plane but not to worry. We have two more and they are operating up to stand-" There was another flash of light on the right side of the plane as the engine on that wing was hit.
The plane dipped forward as it started to dive. Kelly felt as if she were on a roller coaster. Her chest tightening, her left hand gripped Laura's and her right gripped the arm rest. The oxygen masks throughout the cabin popped out of their overhead compartments and the roar of the one remaining engine drowned out the passengers' screams. "This is it," Kelly said aloud."
"Indeed, my child," Laura stated calmly, "Our journey continues."
Kelly had no time to ponder the strange meanings behind Laura's words. Suddenly returning to sobering reality, she was aware of each and every individual on the plane. The woman across the aisle leaned over her screaming toddler, holding her tight. The flight attendant sat upright in her seat, arms straight down at her sides, grasping her seat, teeth clenched. A few men and women assisted each other to put on the oxygen masks in vain. Kelly's entire life played out in her mind. Childhood memories raced past in her mind, followed by her adolescent years and finally caught up to the present. She thought of her parents, grandparents, her whole family, friends, ex boyfriends. Every person she had ever known was recalled in surprising detail. She had lived a good life, if short. She didn't have any complaints and so she would die in peace...
Kelly closed her eyes and saw a familiar bright light in her mind's eye, growing brighter as it came closer and closer. Soon she was enveloped in the bright light and it was all she could see. Floating in nothingness, she was aware of Laura somewhere in the distance. She could not see her but could feel her presence and recalled the old woman's words, "the same place as you, my child. The same place as you." Some how she had known what was about to happen. A sudden feeling of exhaustion took over and Kelly slipped into total darkness.
LaSombra
"Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." Benjamin Franklin
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The Hush Sound
Author: DREWRULESWOT!
Posted: Monday, August 04, 2008
Views: 756
So I've gotten to see The Hush Sound three times this summer, and that's pretty awesome. (To start with, if you haven't heard of 'em, look them up. Great "alt-rock"-ish band, but they are unique. A guy and a girl sing, and the girl plays piano. they're awesome.)
But anyways, I got to see them two fridays ago in Denver, got to meet them and all that, and then I saw them again in Portland this last Saturday, and if I had had more room in my car, they would have come party with us! But sadly, I only had room for two and there are five of them.... 
But overall, they put on a great show (18 songs, including a double encore) and they even changed their set a bit form show to show. I guess it helped that I was in the front row the last two times, though  .
Rest in Peace, RJ
An Island
Author: eornom
Posted: Monday, August 04, 2008
Views: 763
Ever have one of those days where you wish you were on an island all by yourself? Cold booze, a pack of smokes and sad songs on the ipod that help the tears fall faster as your only companions. Yeah thats what I am looking for today. Some days are just made for tears and misery. Perhaps tomorrow will be a good day. Ah tis life.
Well done is always better than well said.
Bonded by Lanfear81
Purveyor of all things bad.
Hmm.
Author: Macharius
Posted: Monday, August 04, 2008
Views: 753
This week is definitely not getting off to a good start. Vague premonitions coming to pass; fear, doubt, and worry assail me as never before, compounding disappointment nigh unto paralysis.
I wish I'd wandered off into the wilds of Alaska when I had the chance.
Gentlemen! You can't fight in here, it's the War Room! ~ Dr. Strangelove
Formerly known as nUUdleman.
Hmm that kinda hurt
Author: Brooklynn
Posted: Sunday, August 03, 2008
Views: 1014
Well my roomate to be lied to me. He told me that we couldn't move into our new place until the 15th, couldn't as in it wasn't possible. Then a few days later he texts me and says that he has to confess that he lied to me and that it was available on the 1st, but he just didn't want to move then for his own selfish reasons. I told him that the only reason I was mad about it was because now I don't have a job and there's no way I can get another job for a week and half, no employer is going to go for that. He asked me if I blamed him for that and I said well ya.. because I had told him before that I already quit my job and that if it was possible I really needed to move on 1st so that I could continue working (and I already had a job interview!). Not to mention that unlike him I really needed to work because also unlike him I have to pay for all of my schooling, rent, groceries, and utilites all by myself so any money I can save I need to save. So he chose to lie to me but for some reason seems to think that there is nothing wrong with this because it worked out better for him, and that I didn't need to work because his parents are paying my first month of rent for me. That really hurt because it's like saying that he should have more influence on the time of an important event of my life and also just rubs it in my face that his parents are doing me a huge favor.
I think that having a roomate will be difficult for me because I am a really independent person who enjoys having the house to myself. And actually I really wish I could live on my own, unfortunately everything is much too expensive for me to even dream of it Oh I feel like a bundle of crap today.. hopefully when I move I can get into a routine again school, work, sleep. It's strange I always feel so much worse when I'm not working .. it's like I have too much time to make a big deal over things haha. But I don't think I'm making a big deal over being lied to .. I hate being lied to and compared to how big of a deal I could have made over it he got off pretty darn lucky.
If by soft drinks you really mean hard liquor then absolutely!
I tawt I saw a romulin.
I lust you Joel B
Grr.
Author: TheMonkeyThatCried
Posted: Sunday, August 03, 2008
Views: 976
I hate going all emo 
"I am soo going to win my second straight sweepstake" ~ majander
Bekah's Nose Protector and Cutie-Pie
Bonded to Carneira d Algai, Mistress of Evil
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