Poked, Prodded, and Tested

So this weekend I had the unfortunate experience of heading to the hospital. The experience itself wasn't horrible really but the fact that I had to go kind of gave a rocky start to my week.
So what happened was at about 3.30 on Sunday morning I started feeling a very sharp stabbing like pain in my right side in the area which I assumed was my ovary. I figured oh its no big deal it will go away after a while. Yeah no. I swear it was like someone had skewered my ovary and was twisting their dagger or sword or whatever pointy object in it. The pain started to radiate into my uterus and it just wouldn't stop. I sat down, I walked around, I laid down, curled into a ball, I tried everything to make the pain go away. Hell I even started begging God to take it away it hurt so bad. Nothing worked. The pain got so horrible that I felt so nauseous and I started to dry heave into the toilet. (I won't go into details about what else happened). So I ended up calling my parents, tell them whats going on and well they recommended that I head into the ER. So about 5.00 in the morning I drove myself to the ER. Shaking, sweating, crying and still in a lot of pain. By about 5.30 I got checked into the ER got into a bed and was checked on by an EMT and a few nurses who asked me what level my pain was and where it was, if I was pregnant, when was my last bleeding, yada yada yada. So at about 7.30 a nurse comes in and gets me hooked up to an IV which yeah it did hurt and was uncomfortable but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. But it did hurt and I ended up feeling very nauseous once he got some blood from me and got the IV inserted. Once I got morphine and was laying down with a few blankets over me I was fine. Tired, a tad loopy, and pretty talkative. Honestly I can't remember the intervals of time after this I just know my first test was a CT scan and the tech performing it was super friendly and was very informative about what I needed to do. Also asked if I had ever had any tests done before. Hell he even showed me what the IV tubing and needle looked like and how it was inserted. I found it super cool that it was a flexible plastic that allowed a person to move their arm. Course every time I moved mine it was a little uncomfortable but it wasn't so horrible. My pain at that point was basically a 1 or 2 where as it was like an 8 earlier in the day. Thank God and Odin for morphine eh? So I get onto the bed where it moves towards the machine to take pictures of my internal organs. I had to take a deep breath every time it told me to. The third time however, I swear I don't know what was inserted into my IV but I felt really warm...and it felt super warm down in my loins to the point where I thought I had pissed myself, however the tech did warn me about that and I found the sensation to be highly amusing. I was warm and I felt like I was taking a leak when I really wasn't. The entire process took about five minutes and soon I was wheeled back to my room. Later my doctor came in, asked how I was feeling, and then proceeded to let me know that my tests were normal save for a higher white blood cell count. So I was then told I was going to get an ultrasound, a possible internal ultrasound, and a pelvic exam. I was so doped up on morphine that I gave a thumbs up and said "Do whatever you need to" with a bit of a smile on my face. So I ended up being wheeled in a wheelchair to get my ultrasound done and I was pleasantly surprised to find the gel to be warm instead of cold. The only bad part was I had to pee so bad and every time the wand pressed down on my bladder I had to clench my muscles in order to hold it in. Thankfully by the time she needed to do the internal ultrasound I had properly emptied my bladder and gotten situated. Then she took an internal ultrasound (No I won't go into details. I'm sure you can imagine what happened here.) And once that was done I was once again wheeled back to my room. not two minutes later my doctor and a nurse came in (thank Odin they were female) to do a pelvic exam. Ladies you know exactly what they do. Took no more than five minutes. Once that was done I was laying down and situated in the bed again. Now between nurses checking on me and the tests I was given, I slept because Lord knows I did not sleep well that night. I slept for a good hour after all the testing was completed and soon I was notified that everything was normal, save for a higher white blood count. They gave me the theory that it was an infection. By 11.00 I was out of the ER and headed to my grandmothers house. She is a saint for taking me to her house so I could sleep. I was still very groggy after sleeping the day through and soon I was taken home to my apartment where I proceeded to order a pizza and veg. I ended up going to bed at 20.00 that night. I was still hungover the next morning.
I must say even though I had to go to the ER for something so minor I was well taken care of by the staff and I may have been poked, prodded, drugged and tested for things the whole experience wasn't so bad. :)
I am fine now but I'm keeping an eye on certain things just in case.
Ciao for now!

Butt Lift

Deal with the title bitches. :D
Anyway *cough* I have embarked on a new physical journey for myself. Losing weight. 

Now I know that weight loss can be extremely easy for some or increasingly difficult for others. I think I'm in the middle range...maybe leaning a little towards the difficult side. I've always struggled with it. Anyway I have embarked on a journey that I believe if I stay with it and keep up with my routine that I will get the results I am looking for. 

I speak of a program called the Brazilian Butt Lift program. 

Yes they are in Brazil and yes the instructor who developed it is Brazilian. Well he's a tiny muscled Brazilian man with a lot of spirit. I kind of have to giggle but at least he has a positive attitude which is empowering and great. He's also the instructor and its kind of a nice change to see a guy leading a workout program rather than a perky female whom I want to smack. Unless its Jillian Michaels. That woman is truly amazing. More on that later. 

I was highly unsuccessful at getting through day one of the workout program. When I mean highly. I got through the first maybe thirty minutes of the workout that day and flopped on my floor like a bloated seal on a hot day. I kid you not everything from the top of my head to the tips of my toes were screaming, burning, and protesting in agony. I did try to get back up to continue but my body would not have it. It said "NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN!!!" Yeah when I imagine my body screaming at me I often imagine it screaming at me in German like some nasty old Frau yelling at her good for nothing husband. I could barely walk or bring myself to stand after yesterday. Sweat was pouring down my body and I felt like I hand't really accomplished anything.. The soreness immediately faded away after a nice long hot shower but the sensation still lingered. I was texting a friend of mine about it and he was so encouraging about it. Today is a better day and today will         be a better day. I told him I would try again tomorrow and I will. I am going to see if I can survive the cardio workout on one of the dvds and maybe end up doing that for a couple of days until i build up some stamina so my muscles, heart and lungs don't start screaming at me in German again. 

I've always given  up easily on workout programs but this time I will stubbornly refuse. I want to slim down and tone up and feel better about my body. I don't feel healthy and I feel that this program (with some of the recipes for fat burning and healthy meals) will help me shed some of my unwanted fat and flab and reveal beautiful muscles that have been hiding away for so long. My body mind heart and soul will thank me for it. :) 

Emotions

You know....I may not be happy crazy and pleasant all the time. You know why? It's because its a part of human nature. I get mad. I get annoyed and yes I get fucking snippy. If you have a problem with it then I am sorry but I can't always maintain happiness or fake happiness 24/7. I need time to be sad, to be annoyed, to want to rip the shit out of things and I don't mean to take it out on people I love or care about but lordy I ain't always be one to be a joker or a bubble of fucking rainbows and glitter. I have emotions too and sometimes I need to express them or I fucking explode and make a huge mess. (Trust me it's not an easy one to clean up). So yeah. sorry if I sound like a bitch right now and if I'm taking out my shit on you. It's not your fault at all.

Skeleton in the Closet: First Draft

So hey first really super big project for my creative writing class. :) It is a work in progress but this is the first draft to it. I might actually expand it and turn it into a full fledged story with beginning middle and end. 

Enjoy!

Skeleton in the Closet

By: Alice C. Kirk

It was a warm July afternoon in Flagstaff Arizona. Apartment complexes were beginning to fill up because of the returning students and new tenants that would be living in the cooler weather, and Roy Tucker could not be more than happy to be cleaning out and touching up empty apartments at the complex he worked at. Bear Ridge apartments. The complex itself resided behind a neighborhood near Lake Mary Road and could easily be passed by. The nights and days were usually quiet due to some of the rules the complex had. He paused with a smile, thanking God that he was alive on that day, and proceeded up the brown wooden stairs to a one bedroom apartment, his tool box in one hand and a case of cleaning supplies in the other. Apartment 211 eagerly awaited the young man and sat quietly in its corner. Roy pulled out the key to the apartment, slid it into the lock, unlocked the door and stepped inside the white walled, brown carpeted room. His nostrils were struck with the scent of fresh carpet upon entering and he set down his supplies to the side. He figured he would start cleaning in the bedroom first just to get it out of the way. It was only a few steps away from the living room, or one large step away from the kitchen that rested parallel to the room. Grinning he searched the room for any sort of blemishes, pen marks, dents, and the like. Finding nothing out of the ordinary he opened the door to the walk in closet. Whatever color was in Roy’s face at that moment, drained quickly as his pupils dilated to mere pinpricks and his heartbeat raced so fast he could have sworn he was running a marathon.

Lying inside the closet was a clean but mangled skeleton.

His breath quickened and the sweat began to pour forth from his brow as he stared upon the horror in the closet. He had to loosen his collar in order to breathe better and he couldn’t help but wonder what travesty happened in this room to hide a skeleton. Was a young girl murdered and raped here? Did a young teenager commit suicide? Or was there an occultist that lived her prior and used the skeleton for some crazy voodoo ritual? Roy had a million questions careening through his brain.

“Oh sorry that’s mine.”

He almost leapt three feet in the air when he heard a soft feminine voice speak. Whirling around to look behind him, he saw the translucent image of a young woman behind him, wearing a baggy jersey, her legs clad in black leggings. Her hair was brown, curled and gave her pale face the perfect frame. From ghastly lips and pale eyes she smiled at Roy. The woman couldn’t have been any older than nineteen. He began to feel a panic attack begin to arise as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and his heartbeat raced faster. With a slender hand she waved slightly at him.

“Hi,” She said.

Never in his life had Roy screamed so loud or so high before. Without another word, or thought he bolted out of the room and the apartment itself, not daring to look back at the skeleton or the ghost that spoke to him. 

CHAPTER TWO!!!

I swear its been like a years since I've started this and I FINALLY finished it!

Chapter two of Canyons, Cabins, and Campfires

More rain. Cheyenne was up early this time just watching it, a cup of hot coffee in her hand and wearing one of his shirts again. The morning was quiet. The mornings of that entire week were quiet and they were getting more rain in Arizona than usual, not that Cheyenne complained. The state needed the rain. A smile curled on her lips as she enjoyed the silence. Yesterday’s activities had worn out her lover and he currently remained sleeping in the bedroom. The silence was broken by a high pitched ringing from the kitchen. Her brows furrowed. Who had the number to his landline? With a sigh she made her way to the kitchen as the consistent ringing continued. She then picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Cheyenne?” A familiar voice was on the end of the line. Alice. Cheyenne rolled her eyes and smiled.

“This better be good Alice.” She spoke teasingly.

“Oi! Woman you gave me the number if I had to reach you!” Alice had snark. Cheyenne only laughed.

“I know sweetie. What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah yeah. Just wanted to see how your romantic week with your boyfriend is going.” Alice had a teasing singsongy tone to her voice. At this Cheyenne laughed.

“It’s going wonderfully, precious. How are you Mitchell holding up?”

“We’re doing fine. We’ve got a date tonight.”

Finally they were going somewhere with their relationship. Cheyenne’s smile widened.

“Where are you two going?”

“To Taverna. We wanna try it. I mean you and Mojave rant and rave about that place.”

“Well the food is phenomenal. You two will love it.”

“I bet we will! Oh and Cheyenne?”

“Yes darling?”

“I know he’s my best friend and whatnot but…I think…I think I’m falling in love with him.”

Cheyenne went silent. Her heart leapt for joy at this.

“Oh honey!”

“I hope he feels the same way.”

“Oh sister if he doesn’t I’ll knock some sense into him! How can he not love you?!”

“I don’t know…but I just…”

Cheyenne could sense Alice smiling even over the phone.

“You love him honey.”

She felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and hug her close.

“Who are you talking to.” Came a voice.

“Hi Mojave!” Alice shouted over the receiver, she had obviously heard his voice. He rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Alice! Hang up the phone! You can talk to your sister when we get back!” He chuckled.

“I love you too Mojave! Take care of my sister now!”

“She is in good hands.” He gave Cheyenne’s breast a squeeze. “Literally.”

Cheyenne turned red at the action but smiled and leaned into her love.

“I’m gonna hang up now Alice. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon. Tell Mitchell we say hello and he better treat you like a lady on your date tonight!”

“Will do. I love you!”

“I love you too my little Skyfire.”

And she hung up the phone and turned around to Mojave sliding her arms around his neck grinning. He returned her grin.

“He’s taking her on a date?”

“Yes love.” She replied kissing him. His smile broadened as he kissed back.

“He’s falling in love with her.”

“She’s already in love with him.”

“He may be my cousin but she’s like my sister. He hurts her I kick his ass.”

Cheyenne giggled.

“And she considers you a brother.”

With that she kissed him before they could continue any more playful banter. He groaned kissing her back his hands grasping her rounded buttocks firmly. A chuckle left his lips as he pulled away. The heat from his pants radiated and Cheyenne grinned upon feeling the hardness rub up against her.

“Let me go light a fire. Then we can really heat this cabin up.” He winked.

Soon a fire was crackling in the fireplace and Cheyenne had decided to prepare a plate filled with their favorite fruits and some chocolate. She knew that Mojave enjoyed licking chocolate off of her fingers as well as other parts of her body. Eagerly he awaited her arrival as he lounged upon the couch, donned in nothing but a pair of flannel pants. It showed off his taut lean muscles under such smooth flesh. The mere sight of him sitting shirtless was enough to get Cheyenne going. A soft purr emitted from her throat as she set down the tray of goods and straddled her lover, her warm mouth aimed directly at his neck. She could feel his pulse throbbing against her lips as she showered his strong neck with kisses and gentle nips but she could also feel his organ harden beneath her. With a devious grin she kissed Mojave fiercely, grinding her hot sex against his erection as she did. Something about her drove Mojave nuts, in a good way. The man groaned into her mouth as his tanned hands grasped her rounded buttocks roughly. Breaking from her he released another low moan as he felt her wetting sex press against his.

“Cheyenne. Floor. Now.” He growled a bit. She grinned, leaned forward and nipped his lower lip before sliding off his lap and quickly removing her clothes. However as soon as she was naked in front of him he pounced on her, ravishing her flesh with his lips as he removed his pants to release his throbbing hardness. No time was wasted as he promptly thrust into her. Nothing was gentle about his actions, and that is how they both liked it. Strong hands gripped onto her firm buttocks as his hips repeatedly slammed into hers and low grunts emitted from his throat as he repeatedly penetrated her. In turn Cheyenne arched her frame into his, her legs wrapping around his powerful torso to pull him closer to her. Toned arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to her so she could feel his hot breath upon her neck. His teeth enclosed over her shoulder as he nipped her flesh, suckled upon it. His goal was to leave a mark. She released a high pitched moan as he switched up his angle of penetration to stroke that sweet spot of hers.

“Yes Mojave!” She squealed. One hand clutched the back of his head, fingers tangled in the mane of dark tresses that spilled around his face, the other digging into his shoulder. Plump lips pressed kisses up her neck and to her ear as he pumped himself deeply into her sex.

“You’re enjoying the feel of my hair upon your bare flesh aren’t you baby.” He purred with a grin before kissing her head. “And you’re so close, I can feel it.”

It was true. Cheyenne was close to orgasm. His lips crashed against hers, kissing her fiercely as he thrust deeply into her. Soon enough Cheyenne screamed into her beloved mouth, white flashed before her eyes and her muscles clamped around his member as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her body, shooting down to every nerve, to every fiber of her being. And moments later she heard a low grunting in her ear as Mojave buried himself into her spilling every last drop of his seed into her. Panting he slowly withdrew from her and rolled to her side with a satisfied sigh. Small beads of sweat rest across his brow, as his chest rose and fell. A smile curled across both of their lips as Cheyenne shifted onto her side and placed her head against his broad shoulder, kissing his bearded jaw lightly. A muscled arm slid around her frame, dexterous fingers stroking her hip lightly as they heaved a collective sigh.

“I love you Cheyenne.” He murmured.

“I love you too Mojave.”

They shared a sweet kiss and smiled but Mojave pulled away slightly, his fingers stroking her cheek lightly.

“My love I have a question for you that I would very much like to know the answer to…” His voice was low and soft.

“What is that my sweet?” She asked her fingers gently stroking his beard.

Quickly pressing a kiss to her forehead he staggered to get to his feet and slowly walked towards a cabinet behind the couch. In the back corner he found the little box he was looking for and smiled. Cheyenne gave him a curious look as she straightened up.

“Mojave?” She questioned.

He stood behind the couch a broad smile on his face as he held the box concealed in his hands. She raised a brow at him as she gracefully rose to her feet and shuffled to him. Her hand went to his shoulder, her eyes holding a rather curious twinkle.

“Honey?” She asked.

Slowly he slid down to one knee and revealed the box opening it to reveal a ring, a golden band inlaid with turquoise. A hopeful look twinkled in his eyes as he glanced up to Cheyenne. She gasped upon seeing the ring, her hands covering her mouth in surprise.

“Gods…Mojave?”

“Cheyenne my only? Will you marry me?” He asked.

She had to remember to breathe as she looked from the man she loved, to the ring, and then back up to him again. Tears began to well in her eyes as she pounced upon Mojave kissing him. He kissed her back with a smile and then pulled away.

“I take that as a yes?”

“Of course you big lummox! I would be so happy to be your wife!”

She laughed as tears of sheer joy dripped down her cheeks. He took the ring and slid it upon her ring finger a broad smile upon his face and caressed her cheek with his hand.

“I love you Cheyenne and I want nothing more than to be your husband.” He said as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. 

House Elf

Yes. House Elf.
I think that is the title that accurately describe this period of my life right now. Granted this is a very short period but nonetheless a period in my lie right now.
So for the past week I have been living with my grandmother while she's been recovering from a long difficult  surgery that was only supposed to be a simple one. (damn you Cyst you sneaky little bastard. Had to be a pain in the ass didn't you you son of a bitch.) She hasn't been able to bend over or twist or hardly do much. I mean she can do some things but not everything yet and oh my Buddha she is frustrated with it. I get an earful when she drops something or something like that. She's been using a walker to move around the house and these past couple of days she has zipped around with that sucker like no other. It's rather entertaining to see how fast she moves with it! That's a good sign that she is getting well. She ready for her stitches to come out as well as start bending and twisting again.
Anyway back tot he house elf title.
Like I stated earlier, my grandmother has been limited on mobility. So I have been doing a lot of the cleaning such as doing the dishes, cooking on occasion, laundry, vacuuming, getting the paper, taking out the trash, cleaning up after the dog, you get the idea. And this morning the thought of what I had been doing to help her out made me go "....Oh my god I'm her own personal house elf...I'm her freaking Dobby!" Except I'm not treated nearly as bad as Dobby was in the Harry Potter books before he was freed (*sniffles and wipes eyes*) The thought, in all honesty, made me smile, and I chuckled a bit at it. It hasn't been horribly bad being her house elf to be honest. I mean if I cook its usually breakfast or leftovers because we've had family and friends come over bringing food and desserts of all sorts to us. Dear god the food has been delicious, amazing and just plain wonderful. And her friends are so wonderfully nice and very entertaining. Not gonna lie older people are very very funny.
Because I've been the house elf this week I have decided to take it upon myself to make myself a little hat that says house elf on it. :)
In other news one of my best friends has finally come home to Arizona and he is here to stay! I am so incredibly happy that he is at home where he belongs. :)

Skeleton in the Closet

So the title of this post is also the title of a short story I'm planning on writing for my creative writing class. (fuck me I just got a pounding headache grr.) And this is the pitch for it.

While a maintenance man is cleaning out an apartment for a tenant he discovers a human skeleton in a closet.

The possibilities are endless. In all honesty I was thinking of making it two human skeletons. And I'm not going to lie I am flip flopping on the thought. To be honest I have so many thoughts going through my head right now for what I want to do.

Now the issue is how do I keep the piece under 750 words or less? I mean from that one sentence this thing could become a fucking novel for Pete's sake! Honestly I think that might be more difficult.

Why its so difficult is because I have so many damn choices! I mean do i want to make this a comedy or a horror story? How old should the man be? Should he be young or older or in between? Single? Married? Dating? The possibilities are fucking endless!!

There is even the where! Arizona? California? Oklahoma? England?

Seriously. I believe this project is going to be more difficult...and a lot more adventurous than I ever thought.

Decisions, decisions. Hmm...

Just a random rant

So I have classes throughout the week towards my major and whatnot but there is one class that I am taking that is NOT towards my major at all.

Creative writing.

Holy fuck.

Love this class.

Shit ton of writing though.

This summer as an aspiring writer my writing has not been....well flowing like a river so to speak. (If that sounds dirty just snicker and giggle now then I'll smack you later). It's been coming in small spurts. Yeah life gets in the way and did get in the way significantly. I was so stressed at finding a place to live that I kind of shut down for a little bit and became a little bit like a hermit. I worked, I ate, I slept, and I was on my laptop fucking around on the internet. I was mostly watching stuff on youtube. As well as freak out and stress about finding a place to live and getting into classes I needed for school. Thankfully I got the classes I needed. And thankfully I was able to get a place to live.
So now my writing is either a skeleton of what I want a scene to be or...an ugly baby. I'm voting for the ugly baby part because at least it will become a beautiful child once it grows up!
I'm still struggling to get back into writing daily and writing something good. I am a perfectionist by nature when it comes to writing or any creative artsy activity. Although I did read something so profound the other day on someones facebook page...actually it was the fanpage for Egoraptor and in all honesty I felt uplifted and inspired when I read it. Here is what he posted:

"I want to share this thought with everyone but I'm afraid it might come off as arrogant, but it really got me back in a creative mood and I hope that other artists can appreciate it and maybe relate. I'm editing the audio to Pokeawesome 2, and I'm really happy with it. I listened to it back to check the levels, and I realized how amazing it is that I made this. Just, out of nothing. It's a thing a

nd I put a little work into it and bam, it's a thing that exists. I hope it's good in the long term, but right now I'm just like... damn. Creating stuff is awesome. I don't think artists give themselves enough credit because they're always criticizing themselves, and, well, as an artist I don't think it's smart to get a big head about things, but it is nice to appreciate yourself every once in a while and what you create. I go every day saying my shit is nothing compared to whoever or whatever, and all the people around me are like, no dude, it's amazing, and I'm like, you just don't get it. Tonight I get them. Tomorrow I'll go right back to being like, "fuck, this sounds like ass," but today, I guess I'm satisfied."

Link: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Egoraptor/177305482292691

Creating stuff is awesome. 

 

I'm gonna say it again. 

 

Creating stuff is AWESOME! (yes this includes paintings, babies, food, interpretive dance, porn whatever you create)

 

It's one of the best things in the world!

So fucking true because its something that came from you! Yeah we may bitch whine moan and say its horrendous or its a piece of shit and as artists we forget that at the end of the day we created something, whether it be good or bad or downright shitty. We really should be proud that we have done that, as opposed to some who spend most if not all of their free time playing video games (I'm not saying video games are bad, in fact I love them and I am all for it but Always ALWAYS in moderation!) or watching television or sitting doing nothing at all. (By the way I'm not saying these things are bad I'm just using them as examples and again taking things in moderation is a good thing.) The fact of the matter is we created something and that's something we should be proud of. Sometimes things look bad and, as Egoraptor has so eloquently stated, "it is nice to appreciate yourself once in a while," In which we should. I think we should take a moment each day to appreciate ourselves and find one good thing about ourselves that we can be proud of...even if our day is going through the nine hells and back.

Also going back to the creative writing class. Expect to see some of my assignments for my portfolio and major assignments posted up here. there even may be stuff that was intended for use but never got used. I'll still post it. 

By the way for those of you who read this, thank you for putting up with my random rantings, opinions, spiels and what not. I don't know if it affects you and if it does I am glad that I have affected you in some way or other. :D