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Not all change is good

I was rereading some old blog posts and came across a few I wrote while I was reading. I really liked reading them... I seemed like a totally different person back then. There was so much joy in my writing, so much passion for what I was reading.


I miss those days. I miss being able to be completely and wholly consumed by a work of literature. I miss being able to immerse myself in different worlds or eras. I miss being able to construct sentences with a far larger vocabulary than the one I presently have.

I feel like I saw the world in a brighter light then, like it was easier to be optimistic. And the more I write this, the more desperate I get to dive back into that world. I always say the biggest mistake made by a victim of any type of apocalypse or totalitarian regime is the inability to sit down and read, the inability to educate oneself. I've become that type of person. In my rabid rush of a life; amidst my jobs, my volunteer work, my obligations, and the day to day drama, I've become that which I warn about the most.

I hate that books have taken the back seat out of everything. I'd be alright with pushing exercise, television, and even gaming into the background, but books? When did I become that person? When did I decide it was okay to sacrifice the one inanimate thing I love more than any other inanimate thing... and for what? Added stress in my life? A greater sleep deficiency than that which I started with? A dose of drama that slowly but surely drains my energy and - more importantly - my creativity? I gave up books for this?

I can't wait for the summer. I cannot wait till I can sit back and let my mind worry about writing and reading, maybe the occasional movie.

I used to look at insanely attractive celebrities and think, "oooo, he/she would be really great for the character of this book I'm reading/story I'm writing!" Presently, I just look at attractive celebs and see them as just that: attractive celebs.

However, the other day I saw a picture of Rami Malek and my brain literally screamed at me that he'd be the perfect archetype for a character I'm slowly constructing. I placed an attractive celeb as a character I was constructing. My mind used the word "archetype" without batting an eye. This excites me to no end.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am on my way back. :)

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Creative Outlets (AKA No you can't plug your phone in one)

I'm busy. My poor blog is getting neglected because I'm just super busy all the time. People used to tell me that they had absolutely no free time and I used to be like "psh, whatevs, there's always free time!"


I was wrong. Right now I'm spending my time running around and counting down the days till the 18th... I'm supposed to be working on a slideshow but I can't focus... at all... which is why I'm here. I've been thinking a lot about why things seem so crazy, and I think it has something to do with my lack of creative outlets. I work, I clean, I organize, I plan, I put together, I make calls, I practice stuff... and then it's 2:35 am, and I was supposed to be in bed by 10. Facebook and Tumblr have provided enough distraction between projects that I don't go insane, but it's been months since I've read a book. It's been months since I've written anything. Even watching movies is hard to do without double tasking and trying to get something else done. And when I make plans, I stick to a schedule.

I've boxed myself into this thing called adulthood and I have no more room to fly, and that's not okay. I need to start dumping into a creative outlet again... I honestly think everyone needs one to survive, and I think mine is writing. I'm pretty sure it is, because when I go for long periods of time with out fanfic-ing, drabbling, or blogging, I get stressed. My hands don't stay as still as they should and I can't sit still. I'm unable to focus, I'm irritable, and I don't sleep. I used to think it was because I just had a lot going on and, that's partially the case, but it really is because of how my brain works.

I overanalyze, it's what I do. I'm over-analytical. I look at something and it reminds me of something else which reminds me of this thing I saw which makes me think of something funny which could be a good line in a story if I ever write one again. I see something else and wonder what kind of history it's had, what it could mean between the lines, what's going on that we can't see and hey that'd be an interesting idea for a story if I ever write one again. I hear a song and it reminds me of someone which reminds me of a moment which makes me think of a storyline that would be interesting for a story if I ever write one again.

Pretty soon my head is filled with all these ideas and possible plots and quirky one liners and I can't sit still, I can't focus, I can hardly form a sentence without effort because there's no room for anything else and that was why I blogged so hard core a year ago, that was why I joined up for NaNoWriMo and that was why life wasn't as stressful when I made a vow to write a short story every day for a month.

I need my creative outlet so I can get rid of the stuff bouncing around in my head, so I can manage my life better.

It's like my friend Jordan says: Ideas are nothing if they aren't birthed into the world as something real, something tangible.

I can't keep letting these ideas float around in there to dissipate into nothing but stress and anxiety. I need to get creative again which means I need to start writing again.

So that's what I'm going to do. I dub this summer the first annual Limitless Ramblings Summer of Writing and Other Stuff. Summer festivities kick off on May 29, 2010.

Make it so, Number One.

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Who's gonna save ME?




A few days ago, thousands of disgruntled fans took to the keyboards in fury due to the untimely passing of Heroes, a tv show that had garnered quite the cult following since its premiere in July of 2006. Within hours scores of "Save Heroes!" rallying campaigns sprung up, urging fans to sign petitions, make paper cranes, send in waffles and syrup, and numerous other things to let NBC know we want our show back. Many fans are still mourning the show, but others have taken the news quite badly. One fan even took to youtube, making a rather foul video that says little to nothing other than "F*** YOU, NBC!"

I'll admit I'm rather saddened by the news as well. Heroes was a favorite of mine, and is one of the few television programs I watched rather religiously. I was a member of the Sarmy, have stayed up late for live blogs and interviews, and have even been spoken to by Cristine Rose and Jack Coleman. I have made countless videos, wrote Heroes based fanfics, and tuned in every single Monday night to catch the show. I was, to put it lightly, a fan.

But I have to say, the hatred is uncalled for. Yes, it really sucks that NBC cancelled Heroes, but I can't say I blame them. The show has been going downhill since the writers' strike cut S2 short. The writers tried, but in the end they had too many characters and didn't have the cajones to get rid of them. They were onto something good when they stripped Peter of his powers, but all in all, they just couldn't recover.

Time that could have been spent improving the storyline was instead spent focusing on 25 different characters, giving them each facetime and forcing the plot to inch along at a crippled snail's pace. A person could go 4 episodes without having anything actually happen. Beyond that, any conflict that arose could easily have been avoided had the characters - who were once extremely smart and crafty - used even the smallest parts of their brains.

In the end, the show needed to be shut down. It was given two whole seasons to get something done and it just didn't do it. Am I sad it's finished? Yes. Do I think it's unjustified? No. If we all sat down and really looked at the situation, we'd realize it's just a television program. It didn't usher in the era of television, and its demise certainly doesn't mean the end of primetime viewing, by any means. I raise my proverbial drink to Heroes, and will miss it dearly. But life goes on... and I've still got good ole Doctor Who to keep me company.

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What's YOUR Bottled Water's IQ?



I'm kind of a water snob... and by water snob, I don't mean I only drink the finest in H2O products. I mean I can't drink most water because - at least to me - water does have a taste.

I prefer tap water to anything... iced is best. It just has a cleaner, more refreshing taste. Bottled waters, especially Dasani and Fiji, all taste really... dirty. I can't put my finger on it... I know bottled waters are supposed to taste/are supposedly cleaner than tap water, but I just cannot get past the taste. It's gross. And anything that boast to be "natural spring water" (i.e. Ethos, FIJI, etc.) is the worst.

I have a problem believing something so gross - something fish swim and POOP in - can be healthier for you than the stuff you get at home.

Last summer I was able to deal with filtered water, though. That stuff does taste cleaner, and when it's iced, it's the best. But that was as far as I thought I was willing to go... until my friend Tiffany told me about Smart Water.

Smart Water is vapor distilled water, which basically means they filter it using a similar process as the clouds do and, as the bottle states, "it's a difference you can taste." About a month ago, I went to Mexico on a missions trip and as most people know, you can't drink the water in Mexico. That meant I was going to have to spend the week sipping bottled water, so I figured what the hey? I'll give Smart Water a try.

I'm really glad I did. I love the stuff! It is seriously the cleanest most refreshing water I have ever had! It doesn't even have to be cold!!! I could (and have) guzzle liters of the stuff in a single sitting. It's not only the cleanest water I've ever had, I'd go as far as to say it's delicious. It's seriously in a league of its own as far as bottled water... no, as far as water period goes. They also throw in some electrolytes*, just in case you "decide to hit the beach".

And it's not just the taste I love... it caters to a lot of my interests. I love the bottle design... it's not flashy or shaped funny like 90% of the other water brands out there. There are no ridges, no nifty shapes etched into the side. It isn't square, it isn't pear shaped. The bottle - like the water in it - is sleek and clean. Nothing flashy... but the logo is really nifty. It too is fairly sleek and clean. A large blue raindrop encompasses the word "smart" and "water" follows it in a skinnier blue font. On the other side of the bottle, the roles are reversed, with "water" (still in a skinnier font) is encompassed by the raindrop, and "smart" is in blue font. If you look on the inside, as well, you'll find some sea life. The two I've come across are the small fish (stating "spring water is for swimming, smart water is for drinking!") and the crab (stating "let's drink responsibly and recycle... don't be shellfish!"). It's nothing huge, but I find it insanely adorable and pleasing to the eye**.

The description of the water is also awesome! It is short, informative, and mildly sarcastic. Everything you want in a description! In fact, the sarcastic descriptions on Vitamin Water is part of what made me love that so much, too!*** All in all, I'm fairly addicted to the stuff. If you've never tried it, I suggest you do! It is well, WELL worth it!

To find out a bit more about smartwater, or to explore an interactive bottle, click here.


*If you don't know what electrolytes are, it's quite simple. Electrolytes are what plants crave.
**I'm also extremely easily amused, and I like how the fish is bigger when there's water in the bottle... don't judge me.
***I actually found out that the company that makes Smart Water - Glaceau - is also the company that makes Vitamin Water. Go figure. They're 2 for 2 right now... lol.

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Hit the Ground Running...

Life's been BUSY BUSY BUSY. Oof. I feel like I've been pulling 36 hour days... and today I had to be up early on my one day off for Mexico training. It was, however, so totally worth it.

For those of you who don't know, the high school group at my church goes down to Mexico over spring break and does missions work for a couple of churches down there. And we aren't talking the fun parts of Mexico, either. The area we go to is covered in trash. This will be my second year going, and I honestly can't wait.

I've been helping here and there with the Mexico stuff, but Mexico Training is when it really hits that it's getting close... and it really is exciting! It was such a different experience this time, because I'm going down as a "vet", and I was able to - instead of being the one that listened to everyone talk about their experiences - reminisce with other people about things that happened last year. ("OH NO! It's the butterfly craft all over again!" "And then we were all like 'mariposa body! mariposa body!' cuz people were just leaving them lying around...")

It was fun being on the other side of things, and it was really fun sharing with others why I wanted to go back... which is, ultimately, to see the kids! It's amazing to me how close you can get to people in 5 days. I remember most of my kiddos' names, and I am dying to see how they're doing and what not... there's one little girl in particular I want to check up on...

Anyway, that's what I'll be planning for in the next month. And, with Drabble a Day coming to an end (Thank GOD) I'll hopefully have more time to focus on actually blogging.

Sorry about the lack of blogging going on here!! Life is incredibly hectic!!! XD

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Another way to write...

I tried my hand at audio booking today... and it was really fun! I've always loved audio books, hearing other people act out books that I'd either already read or was "reading" for the first time, and I've wanted to try my hand at it for a long time.

So, I used yesterday's "Drabble a Day" entry, The Changed, as my audio book trial... and like I said, I had fun! It's like acting, kind of. You have to put a lot more into your voice, because people can't actually see you.

But it is kind of interesting, recording something like that and then listening to it played back. Needless to say, I think I'll make it a side project to audio-ify all 4 or 5 chapters of The Changed, just to have it, and see how it turns out. Who knows, maybe it could be a new thing... lol.

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Run, run, as fast as you can...

So, a little while ago, I put together a winter reading list, because I felt I hadn't been reading enough. I read a total of 2 1/2 of the books on it, but one of them was The Running Man by Richard Bachman*, and I really enjoyed it.

It's one of those books set in a dreary world, stuck in an unofficial cast system. The rich and privileged are very much so, while the poor and unfortunate souls are all but ignored. And no one tries to change the status quo, because - while it isn't full blown - the world TRM is set in is a pre collectivist society. They're all zombies... harmless, but zombies none the less. And sometimes, just sitting on your rear end can do more damage than trying to pry someone's brain out of their skull.

But I digress. The upper class offers the lower class one chance at redemption, one way to break out of their poverty and finally live the high life: A series of games. An organization called "The Network" puts on games for people to win however many new dollars they can manage... but these aren't normal games. Each game pits you against some sort of weakness. For instance, people with heart disease or asthma would compete in Treadmill to Bucks, where they basically run on a treadmill until they have a heart attack. The longer they go, the more money they win.

The largest viewed game on The Network is The Running Man, where the competitor literally runs for his life, while being hunted. Viewers are told to view the contestant as a criminal, to turn him in whenever they find him, or even kill him if they can. And sightings and/or killings result in cash prizes for the killer. The risk is high, but the payout is even higher, which is why we have the story to begin with. Ben Richards has a sick daughter and needs the money, and so he competes.

I was really really impressed with the book. The pace is quick, it isn't bogged down by a lot of slow background introductions. It hits the ground running, and is full of surprises. What's most intriguing about the book, however, is that none of the characters are completely likable. Each and every one leaves a bad taste in your mouth, and at times you don't know who you should be rooting for. But that doesn't make you want to stop reading. It's done in such a way that, even though you may hate the protagonist at times, you hate the antagonists so much you want to see that they get theirs.

The ending was one of the best I've ever read. Bachman wrote the book to tell the tale of the guy that doesn't win, who doesn't walk away with a happy ending, and he does it very well. There is such a mixture of emotions when you finally close the book, that you really don't know what to do with them all. You're sad, you're happy, you feel mildly triumphant - even if you personally didn't do anything - and you feel as though you wasted your time. But you don't mind having wasted that time. It's satisfying in a really empty, tragic way.

And when things like this start popping up, it makes the book fairly terrifying.

All in all, a very good read. Quick, interesting, and very well written. I'd recommend it to anyone who likes the collectivism, small-guy-trying-to-beat-the-man type stories, but I warn that it isn't a cushy, fluffy, happy go lucky book. There is never a moment where your heart gets excited, never an instant when you get a warm fuzzy. It's written in a way that makes the reader feel like they're on the run as well... it's stressful and intense and always on. But I guarantee you, it is well worth the read**.


*Richard Bachman is Stephen King... but the writing styles are completely different, so when referring to works King wrote as Bachman, I will use Bachman's name. They are the same person, but they aren't, and it's easier for me to refer to them as two different people.
**You can pick up a copy at your local bookstore or Target, as well as purchase it online
here.

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