Thursday, February 28, 2013


I've been playing Minecraft for a year now, and I just had the opportunity to buy FRAPS for myself. So I've been making some tutorials for redstone contraptions. I recorded them without sound, so I have to get around to actually recording some sound for them or just writing some captions in for them. I'm too lazy, though.

I'd never been on a multiplayer server before, so I decided finally to apply to join one. I played for a few hours. I am never going to play on that server again. It's not that the server was bad; I liked the people, I liked the environment, I loved the plugins.

I got murdered by another player. I had six diamonds, two diamond pickaxes, three iron pickaxes, 20 gold ore (used for money), 16 iron ore, three stacks of coal, three stacks of redstone, five iron swords, a bow, two arrows...gone. Is it understandable that I feel sick right now? I tried to go back because there's a plugin where if you're carrying a chest, your stuff gets dropped in the chest and it has protection for three minutes...The guy was camping my chest, I got blown up by a creeper. Getting there took just less than three minutes, the first time. On the way back the second time, "Your tombstone is no longer protected." Got back, two chests full of his old junk just staring me in the face as if to mock me. Five stone pickaxes, a wooden pickaxe, and just random junk...

I understand that it is a PvP-legal server. I wouldn't have felt so sick if things had gone differently. I was not wearing any armor. I was not on the surface. I was not being bothersome. I was not being obvious. I was in a tunnel, miles from the start of it, mining.

This guy in diamond armor snuck up behind me, from who knows where. He shot me with a poison arrow. And he sat and waited for my death chest to become unprotected.

That guy's an ass.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Oh, by the way.

So my boyfriend and I actually got married last October. Now he'll be referred to as my husband. It was a lovely ceremony held at the Medieval Times Castle here in Florida. We were married by a king. I was dressed in a lovely renaissance-style dress, white with black trim and silver Celtic knots along the black trim. He was dressed in commoner's garb; a padded shirt and some plain brown pants.

It was a lovely night, and I cheered my voice raw. I got the signatures of two knights, and the flag that they signed hangs above my closet now.

Motivation, motivation, wherefor art thou, my motivation...

Y'know, this whole apathy thing really sucks for motivation. It's been so long that I don't even remember what the heck I was doing with this thing. Pah...

I'm going to school finally. This is my first semester, so I'm just taking general requirements, but eventually I'm going to get into graphic design. Maybe I'll post weekly assignments here or something. Not that a lot of people have seen the blog, or anything. But those who do look might give me some advice and pointers, so it's worth a try I suppose.

School is going alright so far, but it's only week four. I'm taking four classes, three of which are online. My on-campus class is Intermediate Algebra, just to brush up on before I get into stuff that I haven't actually been taught before.

My online classes are Comm 1, Humanities, and Speech. I'm pretty sure I'm going to ace Comm 1, no sweat. Humanities, I could ace if I applied myself, but...y'know, that whole motivation thing. And Speech?...Yeah, no. I'm going to tank. Hard...

I'm terribly stage-shy. Being the center of attention makes me anxious, and it makes me want to hide away and not come out for an hour. The thought that I'll eventually have to make a speech at all makes my heart sink. It wouldn't be so bad if I could just sit against a wall and record myself, but this teacher requires that you stand and have a live audience of at least 5 people...

So once I'm done with this semester, I will be so very happy. I'll start to get into the meat of the classes that I want to take, and those will hopefully all be on-campus classes, because this online stuff is hard to motivate myself to do.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

You know what I want to do? I want to write a rant.

So, I know I haven't posted in a while, but it's not like that matters much. What does matter is that today, I decided that my family isn't stupid.
They're straight up retarded.
I know that word is offensive and I never mean to be offensive, but right now I can't think of anything else to use to describe how I feel right now. Basically, the story is this: My brother has depression bad. He's sure he's going to die a virgin, alone and unloved, and he also is afraid to go outside because he feels that everyone is judging him. My brother and our mom were watching Dog Whisperer and there was a lady with severe anxiety who needed help training a service dog, so my mom told my brother that he might get a puppy to help him with his issues. He wants to train it as a service dog as well...except he has absolutely no handicaps. So I suggested a therapy dog instead, which still is a bit overkill for him, and he just said 'idk. I just want to train a dog so that I have something productive to do'...Ok, what?
My brother has been to a doctor about his depression. He has a prescription for it. He refuses to take the medicine, because it doesn't sit well in his stomach and he feels nausiated. My parents let him not take the prescription. They think it's perfectly ok. And apparently, they think that getting him a puppy is a perfect substitute.
Ok, first off, I would kill to be able to see a doctor about my constant low mood, but I don't even have enough money to buy powdered drink mix to mask the muddy, rusty taste of tap water. Second off, my dad hates dogs, but apparently he just loves this idea of getting one for my brother. Er, excuse me, but I do seem to remember that exact father threatening to divorce mom if she didn't get rid of a puppy we surprised him with.
Also, I have a hard time believing my brother would be able to train that dog to do anything other than sit and lie down. That's all we've been able to do in the past. My whole family, including me, is too lazy to go through that sort of thing, and none of them have experience in training animals anyway.
So when my brother told me that I should be excited for him, sure, I told him I was, but my brain was off on its own tangent. "I'm pretty sure I know how I should feel right now, and excited really isn't very high on the list of things I maybe should feel. I feel angry, jealous, and there's straight up disbelief coursing through me right now."
They have 5 people in that house right now, and barely enough income to feed them, and on top of that is the care for the 10 cats and 1 chihuahua that they already have. They're unable to pay for regular check-ups at the Vet for any of those animals.
I just feel very frustrated right now. But I believe that's about all I have to say on the matter.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Not having a computer sucks.

My computer threw itself out of my hands and every time I think about it I get so angry. Rargh. I don't have much else to say. Just that I'm so terribly bored now. I was just updating so that it doesn't seem like I fell off the face of the Earth.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Universal Studios and Harry Potter

I was in Orlando all day yesterday, at Universal Studios, in the Islands of Adventure park. That was a blast. We started at Seuss Landing, rode some of the rides there with the nephew, and then headed through the Lost Continent on the way to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. We spent hours there.

We tried the butterbeer which, while not an alcoholic drink, is rich enough to make you feel warm and fuzzy. We also tried the Pumpkin Juice, which I didn't really like because it's more of an apple-based drink with pumpkin flavor mixed in.

We went to Olivander's and watched a wand pick a wizard, and then we were ushered through to Dervish and Banges where you can buy all sorts of Harry Potter merchandise. We looked at the robes, but they were $100 each and we couldn't afford that. They have replica wands. You can even buy a replica of Luna Lovegood's wand.

We walked through Hogwarts, but we didn't actually ride the ride. I'm no good with thrill rides. We looked in all the shops, but we didn't buy anything there but the drinks, and later in the day, near closing time, we went to the Three Broomsticks and got some dinner.

My boyfriend and I shared a Shepherd's Pie, and a Pumpkin Fizz, which is just a pumpkin juice with soda water in it. Surprisingly, the carbonation made the juice much better. Also, the Shepherd's Pie was amazing, like the chefs were really angels sent from food heaven to bestow upon us this gift of meat and potatoes.

We only rode one adult ride there yesterday, but it was a great one. We rode on the Popeye's water ride. I forget the actual name of the ride, at the moment. I got soaked, and I had made the bad decision of wearing jeans to the park. The seat of my pants was still damp on the ride home, nearly 6 hours later.

We spent nearly 12 hours at that park yesterday, and every minute of it was extraordinarily fun.

Friday, April 20, 2012


I got my origami paper in yesterday. I did another hollow cube, but I haven't taken a picture of it yet. I haven't done any other designs. I had wanted to do a flower of some sort but the only flower instructions I could find didn't make very pretty flowers, or needed me to glue pieces together, and that's just not origami to me. Ah well. I'll find something to use the paper for.