New home

Oh my GOD!

When my mother said it was time to move I figured, okay, no pool and the business won't be ready and I'll have to paint the walls myself, but oh well, we will save on the rent. When I got there I was shocked.

Lots of Plywood and a chain with padlock is what greets me, (yes, you guessed it, no doors or windows). No electricity but for two outlets and two lights that light the property for the construction workers. The wiring isn't compete. The shower is outside, the bathroom at least had a working toilet and LOW sink which needs to be raised. The kitchen has no sink, counters, cupboards, etc. Basically it is barely floored (Incompletely as it still needs to be grouted).

So here I am day one and we are living like a squater on our own property, down to the cooking on the gas stove that is on cinder blocks on the floor (only reality check is that the fridge and freezer is plugged in)

I drive myself crazy for a half hour of boredom without Clark (my computer, which IS my life). After pondering how to survive the time I canabolize batteries from the tv remote to run my CD player and survive the night.

The big dog is afraid of heights so when night falls he needs the candle to climb the stairs. The puppy and cat however are happy.

As there are no window coverings, (remember plywood door here with plywood over windows on ground floor) the bedroom is open to all the light and sound of the world. (Let me just tell you now that little monkeys are DAMN loud and buses run at 5am right in front of the property)

Day two, not much better as it is a holiday after all. I rearrange/reassemble furnishings, and my mother helps bring the second load (we have so much crap that one truck couldn't hold it all), she also buys more batteries so I can survive Fat Tuesday.

Day three, explore neighborhood a bit, though not too far as padlock is only so trustworthy.

Day 4. Lights in Kitchen. Yeah

Day 5. CLARK. I get electricity upstairs and I can FINALLY turn on Clark. No phone, let alone internet yet but I don't care. I've stored up enough fan fiction to survive a week (and I'll pass the time viewing supernatural which I have but have yet to see)

Saturday, Yeah, 2 doors and 3 windows are being installed. It is amazing what can be acomplished when you are watching the workers instead of leaving them to do it alone.

Sunday of course was boring but at least I still have a fic stash to survive on.

Mon - DIRT, nice fertile dirt. scared the crap out of me since it arrived at night but hey.

Tue. - Shoveled said dirt into the proper place and got phone line installed. YEAH! depressed that I'm stuck with dial up between midnight and 6 am, but after no internet what so ever, I'll deal and bitch until they install broadband in the area.


Since the weekend is the time I can access the internet at better hours I'll upload pics then.

Fan Fiction

I HATED English classes and any other class that called for creative writing as a student so it is strange that I find Fan Fiction so fascinating. I actually enjoy writing a fic or two if the plot bunny hits me.

I guess it is the fact that it is fandom derived and not some teacher telling me what to do. At least with fanfic I don't HAVE to do it unless I get bitten by a muse or plot bunny. Those suckers just breed themselves I tell you.

Anyways, I've only ever written 5 pieces but I think my Magnum Opus has to be Surviving (Smallville). I know it is based on TV but I think the WORK itself really was quite good.

If you don't want to take a gander then you can stop reading now. If you care to see my writing and don't know about the Smallville story line then all you really need to know is Clark Kent is young Superman. His best friend is Chloe Sullivan and she knows he is an alien and has powers and is weakened by Kryptonite (green meteor rock), she also loves him but he is dating Lana Lang.

I did go down a DARK road with this piece so the subject matter may squeak you. It is a hard R rated or light NC-17, depending on your squeak factor.

So if you want to take a gander: http://hoshi-reed.livejournal.com/2680.html

I would LOVE to get a prospective of non-fans on the writing style, grammar, clarity, etc. Constructive criticism is always a plus.

Psycho test

This is gacked from an LJ-er

A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met this guy for the first time. She thought this guy was amazing, she believed him to be her dream guy! She fell in love with him right away, but she didn't ask for his phone number and she couldn't find him after the funeral.
A few days later she killed her sister.

Question: What is her motive for killing her sister?

Answer: She was hoping that the guy would show up and at her sister's funeral. (highlight to view)

If you answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath.This was a test used by a famous American Psychologist to test if one has the same mentality as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took part in the test and answered the question correctly.


Now MUTTIE got this right after only a minute to ponder. Hmmmm.

Not Another Blog

For those of you who know me from LJ, my main Blog outlet, then you already know about my Brazilian butt.

For those who don't here is the run down.

I'm a fandom whore, so most my incessant rants will be fandom related,
A fag hag and emotional wreak,
My nick is Chibi Hoshi and my first crush was Jessie Reed (hence the Hoshi-Reed handle, despite my Enterprise leanings)
And YES, my first TWO crushes were girls, Jessie Reed and Cassie (both when I was in 7th grade, Claremont middle)
Third crush was Wade (8th grade, Pine middle), who crushed me by not giving me the time of day, btw,
First kiss was a dare freshman year on the bus (Wooster high),
First date was also on a dare to Halloween dance (can we say push over)
First real boyfriend was Scott but we never actually made it to second base what with a chaperoning sister in my life (say anything and die girl),
Next crush was in 11th grade (Galena high) on what my family has since dubbed Monkey Boy. The boy was CLUELESS, though I think he started to crush on me AFTER I outgrew him.
After trying my hand at college and switching majors I joined the military. After two boyfriends I got married and divorced in under a year. (all Military men)
Have a kid from aforementioned marriage.

Mother thinks my music taste is depressing

And finally at 30 I STILL need to get a life.