Of Paradoxes and Kings and Otherwise Doom
Friday, March 18, 2005
Overviewing
I suppose you want to know more about me before I get into my entire story, and I suppose that's fair enough, considering you have to read the entire thing. So, I'll help you out a bit, as to get a mental image.
My name's Tiana, as you already knew. Tiana Elass most of the time, but in Terran terms, it's Tiana Anderson-Walchyk. Anderson, normally-- I'd really rather not try to remember to spell the other half of it. And no, you don't need to ask about "Terra" either. That's Earth, for your little earthlingly uninformed selves.
That brings up the issue of where I'm from, of course, but we'll get to that later. It's kind of complicated. I'll give you the known version. I'm Canadian, my father was killed in a car accident ten or so years ago, my mom fell in love again... typical.
I should've heard the theme music telling me there was something more.
Physically? I'm shortish-- 5"2, really dark brown eyes, long messy brown hair. It's a lighter brown, almost a dark straw, and it fits that discription too-- it's decided to take on life of it's own, going everywhere on my face beyond where it's suppose to be. I suppose the fact that I don't brush it unless I have to doesn't aid its appearance though. I've got a bigger bone structure, and no one could ever call me petite, though I'm not ugly. Just a bit misporportioned in a few spots. Large chest, whatnot. It's a pain. I'm used to it. Besides, no one looks at me, anyway-- they make a point of avoiding it.
Either that, or they stare. I happen to appreciate eratic clothing styles, and if the rest of my town doesn't like my rather out of style fashion choices, well... they can stick it up their rather more censor worded rear end. Cloaks aren't that out of fashion, anyway. And they wear robes in Star Wars.
Yeah, I'm a fan of sci-fi and fantasy in general. Can't help it. It's-- quite literally-- in my blood. Again, I'm getting ahead of myself.
My erratic clothing crossed with generally odd behavior limits my friends to one. A close friend, her name's an odd one-- Danaeliena, and it's from some country who's name I can't pronounce, I think. We call her Danae, or when we're trying to bug her, Nae. It's rather effective. Well, she's my only close local friend, meaning in a 2 hour vincinity of my town. It's Riverhills, by the way. I have a couple other friends, one Megan who's around 3 hours away now, and then there's Jeylin, who's a few provinces away, and Jenna, and Carrie, who aren't even in Canada. I'll probaly tell you more about them later-- they all know who they are. And they're proud of it.
No, I don't have a life. You got a problem with it, take it to my lawyer.
((OOC: All mentioned friends are based on real people that I know, they should know who they are-- they will be able to tell later anyway. Names were changed to protect the innocent. Heh...))
My name's Tiana, as you already knew. Tiana Elass most of the time, but in Terran terms, it's Tiana Anderson-Walchyk. Anderson, normally-- I'd really rather not try to remember to spell the other half of it. And no, you don't need to ask about "Terra" either. That's Earth, for your little earthlingly uninformed selves.
That brings up the issue of where I'm from, of course, but we'll get to that later. It's kind of complicated. I'll give you the known version. I'm Canadian, my father was killed in a car accident ten or so years ago, my mom fell in love again... typical.
I should've heard the theme music telling me there was something more.
Physically? I'm shortish-- 5"2, really dark brown eyes, long messy brown hair. It's a lighter brown, almost a dark straw, and it fits that discription too-- it's decided to take on life of it's own, going everywhere on my face beyond where it's suppose to be. I suppose the fact that I don't brush it unless I have to doesn't aid its appearance though. I've got a bigger bone structure, and no one could ever call me petite, though I'm not ugly. Just a bit misporportioned in a few spots. Large chest, whatnot. It's a pain. I'm used to it. Besides, no one looks at me, anyway-- they make a point of avoiding it.
Either that, or they stare. I happen to appreciate eratic clothing styles, and if the rest of my town doesn't like my rather out of style fashion choices, well... they can stick it up their rather more censor worded rear end. Cloaks aren't that out of fashion, anyway. And they wear robes in Star Wars.
Yeah, I'm a fan of sci-fi and fantasy in general. Can't help it. It's-- quite literally-- in my blood. Again, I'm getting ahead of myself.
My erratic clothing crossed with generally odd behavior limits my friends to one. A close friend, her name's an odd one-- Danaeliena, and it's from some country who's name I can't pronounce, I think. We call her Danae, or when we're trying to bug her, Nae. It's rather effective. Well, she's my only close local friend, meaning in a 2 hour vincinity of my town. It's Riverhills, by the way. I have a couple other friends, one Megan who's around 3 hours away now, and then there's Jeylin, who's a few provinces away, and Jenna, and Carrie, who aren't even in Canada. I'll probaly tell you more about them later-- they all know who they are. And they're proud of it.
No, I don't have a life. You got a problem with it, take it to my lawyer.
((OOC: All mentioned friends are based on real people that I know, they should know who they are-- they will be able to tell later anyway. Names were changed to protect the innocent. Heh...))
Monday, March 14, 2005
The REAL beginning
It all began one rainy day on Terra. Always rainy. You know, for dramatic effect? Well, if you didn't know, you do now, poor readers who are being forced to read this. Rain drops spittered across the windows, leaving trails of a silvery brightness as I stared blindly. Silverness from a moon that wasn't there glistened across the room, but that was an effect from the bubbling glitter lamp on my dresser top, I believe.
Glitter lamps are similar to lava lamps, but they're filled with glitter. It makes a ripply effect on the walls, sort of like you're underwater for a time. I had a lava lamp too-- a nice red one-- but it was off. I had burnt the bulb out, and mom had banned me from getting any new ones for a while. She said I'd end up melting the stand.
I couldn't help it was a cheap version from Wal-mart that would melt if I left it on too long. At least it was cheap. I don't like spending money much.
There was also a bluish glow from my computer screen. It was in virus-check mode, and I wasn't allowed to go online while it checked for viruses. I didn't care. No one was online anyway. The rain was more interesting.
So, that was why I was staring at the rain. I didn't have a video card, so I couldn't use a rain screensaver. Conveniently, it was raining outside, and rather hard, making the cute spittery noices. I wrote a lot. I should've known that the heavy rain was forshadowing. Something evil was going to happen.
But, as it was, I never likened life to a story, and never payed any attention to the droning theme music that should've been there. Nor did I make any attempt to read the captions that hung over my head, indicating thoughts.
Boredum should've allowed that creative train of thoughts, but I was lost to all reality.
Glitter lamps are similar to lava lamps, but they're filled with glitter. It makes a ripply effect on the walls, sort of like you're underwater for a time. I had a lava lamp too-- a nice red one-- but it was off. I had burnt the bulb out, and mom had banned me from getting any new ones for a while. She said I'd end up melting the stand.
I couldn't help it was a cheap version from Wal-mart that would melt if I left it on too long. At least it was cheap. I don't like spending money much.
There was also a bluish glow from my computer screen. It was in virus-check mode, and I wasn't allowed to go online while it checked for viruses. I didn't care. No one was online anyway. The rain was more interesting.
So, that was why I was staring at the rain. I didn't have a video card, so I couldn't use a rain screensaver. Conveniently, it was raining outside, and rather hard, making the cute spittery noices. I wrote a lot. I should've known that the heavy rain was forshadowing. Something evil was going to happen.
But, as it was, I never likened life to a story, and never payed any attention to the droning theme music that should've been there. Nor did I make any attempt to read the captions that hung over my head, indicating thoughts.
Boredum should've allowed that creative train of thoughts, but I was lost to all reality.
The Beginning
So, I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Tiana, you might know me from my live journal. But every character has a beginning, and every narrator who's bored feels like making a blog, right? So, I have beginnings in a form quite unlike what you know me as now, the insane Jedi Padawan known as Tiana.
I actually was Terran, and my original adventures before the Jedi existed were quite amusing... and paradoxal. I suppose it was a curse.
So, meet Tiana Anderson, Canadian girl with far too much time on her hands, and far too many paradoxal ideas for her own good. After all, you WANTED to know who I was, or you wouldn't be reading this, right?
Meet the original character.
I actually was Terran, and my original adventures before the Jedi existed were quite amusing... and paradoxal. I suppose it was a curse.
So, meet Tiana Anderson, Canadian girl with far too much time on her hands, and far too many paradoxal ideas for her own good. After all, you WANTED to know who I was, or you wouldn't be reading this, right?
Meet the original character.
