And just when I thought I was free or research papers to do... (shake head) Here comes brother-mine with a simple text: research these topics for me and get it to me by tomorrow morning. I'm like huh? And it's bloody nearing midnight here!!

So what do I do? Guess...

Being the youngest sucks... that and knowing that you can bloody well do what they're asking you coz it's your forte, sort of.

Yup, that's me, researcher extraordinaire... bloody extraordinaire...

It's not like what he's asking me to do is difficult, neber mind that he gave me a loose set of parameters and a bloody deadline... I can do it -- hey, I survived college didn't I? -- but heck, it's the principle of the thing. It's HIS research, why the bloody hell can't he do it himself? Oh sure, throw the "I'm working." excuse at me... You could've given me a lot more time...!

And so on goes the life of one ana barton...

Story of my life.

Then there's this story that I'm writing. I know I have the basic plot line down, but the problem is how to get my characters to get there. I have this idea percolating in my head for one of the scenes that's about to be played out in the next few chapters, and I still can't get to what they're actually going to say. I mean, I know I can see the scene in my head but the words haven't come to me yet.

Oh well, it'll come to me... It always does. And often in dreams too.

It's not that strange... to me it ain't. I often get ideas for stories in dreams, as well as stuff to do at home... I'm like, I dream of what I'm supposed to do the next day. The question is often IF I'll do it or not. Well, if I'm in the mood for it, maybe yes.. but... (shrug)

Then there's this other thing that's been bothering me, well, since this morning. Coz I could have sworn I had this nice prepared 'spontaneous' speech in my head that I delivered to some people... well, actually to my sisters since they've been driving me to near heart burn (sometimes I feel like a heart attack's about to come on) everytime it's just us anywhere. They say they try not to grate at each other's nerves, but it sure don't look like it to me! Even the smallest things can probably set them off, and I don't think I like it anymore.

Well, it's not like I liked it before...! It's more of I'm grown up now and I basically don't like the hassle of having to play the referee and the adult between those two older people. Gods!

Anyway, about this speech... it went something like, "...won't you two grow up and be adults?" or something like that. It was a great speech, from how I remember the tone of it, something that was mainly designed to be a figurative anvil on their collective heads.

I was hoping to get a chance to deliver it but, I guess I beat myself to the punch, sort of, when I opened the discussion up with one of them about the other and how we're both in agreement that we didn't like her current attitude that much. It's like, what the heck? She wants to be more with that friend than her own family, and she's the one who's always so concerned about the family name? The heck's with that? It was like, just one phone call -- count that ONE -- from this friend exhorting her to go to this friend's place, and she's off early in the morning.

Sheesh!

So about this fic... damn, I'm jumping from one thing to the other...

It would seem at times that my life revolves around my stories and the characters that I make up. I'm no Tolkien who came up with that whole Universe when he was a kid to keep him company, but I do my share of communicating with my characters so I know how they want to proceed with the story line and I don't stumble along the way. Mor often than not, they're very vocal about what they want that it's all I can do to shut them up.

hehehe

But it's fun talking with them.

Now am I creeping you out? I hope not.

Speaking of books (was I?), I just finished Clancy's The Cardinal at the Kremlin, and man was it FUNNY!! I'm sure those who're readign this who're Clancy fans are just about ready to clobber me into next month, but hear me out people. Too bad I already gave the book back, but heck...

So the CIA just discovered from their mole in the Kremlin that there's a mole in their secret project Tea Clipper and the mole's been sending their plans to the Russian team at the Bright Star complex. One of the investigators bemoaned the fact that he'll be assigned to watch a group of scientists who more often than not existed in their own private little world that he had no prayer of ever understanding that he wished that he was back to investigating the mafioso and all the other criminals that he used to do.

hehehe I found that funny. Actually there was this other excerpt that I found funny as well but I can't remember it right now. Maybe next time. I still have to finish my brother's research and send it to him. Oh well, I guess it's an all nighter for me again. And here I thought I could finally school my system back to it's regular and normal schedule.