6 Jun 2005

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I worked and worked all day on chapter 12 of "Homecoming." I wrote out a whole scene between Hyde and his girls (5 handwritten) and then I scrapped the whole thing when I got on the computer. The feel just wasn't right. The last two chapters were quick moving. The fight scenes between Jackie and Hyde are so easy to write but then I get bogged down on how to link the different parts. I can't just go from fight to fight--other stuff has to happen inbetween. I finally settled on having Hyde drive around town a little to clear his head. Then he talked with Steve a little before heading home and discussing the fight with Donna.

After Donna leaves Jackie shows up and accepts his apology but doesn't forgive him. But she takes him out to lunch anyway. I still have no clue what the next chapter will bring. Hyde is going to buy Bob's house so that Shawn can be the "scrawny neighbor boy" to his daughter Kelly, but I'm not sure how I'm going to write it in. I'm also not sure how I'm going to have Hyde and Jackie make up. Twenty years of resentment is a lot to just throw off in just a few weeks.

The hardest part is I'm trying to finish it all before June 14th. We're moving that day and then I won't have the internet anymore so I won't be able to update the fanfic site anymore. Those girls would kill me if I didn't finish the story. I actually have two going at the same time but I think I will have to yank the second one since I know I won't be able to get it done in a week.

That leads me into my day...

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The kids are driving me nuts!
That will probably be the heading for almost every day. The kids always drive me nuts. All Meagan ever does is yell and scream and tell me I'm Cruella Deville. Brenna constantly tells me she hates me then turns around and kisses me and says "sowwy". She is so cute. Owen is just ornery and tears the place up. Sometimes I can't stand them and wish they would go away. But then after a few minutes without them I miss them so much I can't stand it.

Today (or actually yesterday, since it is almost 12:30am) was Sunday so I relaxed and watched the race. I couldn't wait to update Patrick when Jeff Gordon wrecked at the beginning. He is always wishing someone would take Gordon out each week. Today it was Tony Stewart--my new hero, lol. Only because I had the wierdest dream last night. I dreamnt I was a NASCAR driver and I was sitting in a room with all the other drivers. I don't remember much of the dream except in another part I was sitting next to a big guy in orange and confessing that I really didn't know what I was doing and had never driven a race car. He told me it would be okay and it wasn't that hard then he kissed me on the cheek. I hadn't realized how cute Stewart was until that dream. Now I can't stop thinking about him, which cracks me up. Last season I was ready to kill him because of some of the crap he pulled on the track and now I'm dreaming of kissing him--too funny.

Patrick didn't think it was as funny as I did though. The kids only wanted to know if I won the race. I never found out. I started to wake up in the middle of the dream so my mind switched over to story mode and I started working out a story where I met Tony Stewart in a bar after a race and we sat and talked. Then Owen started banging on my door wanting me to make breakfast. Kids--they have no sense. ::muttering:: Interrupting important, potentially erotic dreams. Hmph.

I better go jump in the shower quick now before I go off to bed and dream of race car drivers. I wonder what it meant? It was kind of nice to be dreaming of someone other then Hyde (the kids' new daddy, lol). He's such a hottie. What am I?--15. Geeze I need to grow up. Oh well. Off to the shower. Calgon take me away. Wait, that's a bath. I need sleep.
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Well, that's another day down. Just a million more to go before I die, tee hee. Gosh I'm tired, and sticky. It is so damn hot up here. It's really not bothering as much as it usually does though. I kind of use it to my advantage while I'm writing--the quicker I get the chapter done, the quicker I can get out of here.

I finished chapter 13 of "Homecoming" finally. I tried working on it all day but the kids kept coming in and bugging me about every little thing. They want to watch Incredibles so damn bad but then when I put it in they are up here bugging me because "he hit me" and "she took this" and blah, blah, blah. It's just so repetitive.

Anyway the chapter is done and Hyde and Jackie had thier second 'first date'. I have so much fun writing those two. They are so easy to get behind. They both put on that tough act but deep down inside they both care more deeply then most people. I guess I can write that character because it is me. I have always been the one to put on the show of not caring. It is just a cover though, most of the time. I was probably the zen of my group of friends in high school.

I remember this one time--I think we were seniors and all my friends were freaking otu over midterms and I sat back and watched them study and mumble to themselves and cry. Deirdre was having a full out panic attack because she forgot her book the night before and hadn't been able to study. I felt for her, I really did, but I just kept my cool. I told her it would be okay and she went nuts.

"It's not going to be okay. I didn't get to study. I'm going to fail this test," she cried. I just looked at her with my neutral expression.

"Well, if you fail," I told her, "then you'll just have to work harder to make it up. It's not the end of the world."

"But my parents are going to kill me," she mumbled, tears streaming down her face.

I snorted and looked her straight in the eye. "Well then you'll be dead and you won't have to worry about studying anymore, will you."

That got her attention. For a split second she stopped crying and pondered what I said then went back to her books. Some people might have thought I was uncaring but I wasn't. What else could I tell her? That was Di, though. She was always freaking about something. She was such a perfectionist that any little mistake set her off. I hated seeing other kids make fun of her and stood by her in everything. She wasn't one of my real close friends but, damn, somebody had to stick up for her. A little after that scene with Dierdre one of my other friends looked over at me and asked if I was going to study at all.

I just shrugged. What was the point? I think they kind of hated me for that. I rarely studied and I still got As and Bs. It wasn't that I wasn't nervous about taking the tests, I just really didn't care much about the outcome. I wasn't interested in getting straigt As. As long as I passed with a C I was happy and the least amount of studing that took, the better. So they would all frantically flip through their notes, muttering to themselves, or quiz each other on Spanish, while I sat and watched with an amused look on my face.

(By the way--Dierdre of course aced her test and I passed everything--I actually got the best grades I ever had in high school during my Senior year. Thank goodness for Art History, Orchestra and Gym, teehee.)

Anyway back to my zen analogy--that is how I see myself. I had been hurt so much in the past (when I was a kid) that by the time I finished junior high I had learned to keep my face perfectly neutral and show no emotion, no matter how much it hurt. One of my favorite episodes of That 70s Show was the one where Hyde teaches Jackie to be zen. His whole lesson on saying "whatever" cracked me up. That is one of my favorite phrases. I say it whenever something bothers me but I can't show it. I can do it just like he describes to Jackie, and I'm damn good at it.

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That little bit about Deirdre above got me thinking. This year is my ten year reunion. God, 10 years since I graduated high school. Seems like forever. So far no one is planning anything and I'm sure not going to volunteer. I wonder what my friends are up to. I haven't seen any of them in at least nine years, except for Vasso who I ran into the day my mom died. They are all successful college grads and I'm a SAHM who dropped out (I don't need a college degree to yell at my kids, do I?) and now write horrible fanfic like a smitten teen. Sometimes I think I have lost my mind. Vasso, Lill, Tricia, Jaime, Kelly (gosh I miss the Nick and Dick days and all her poems about Sr. Ellen), Lupe, Dierdre, Julia, Patty, Kate, Betsy, Janette...I'm sure there are more that I'm missing.

And on the topic of lost friendships--I wonder what Jaime V. is doing. The last time I saw him I was 16. My mom called me once when I was living in my little apartment and was totally excited. Jaime had stopped by out of the blue to see how I was. My mom talked to him but, ugh, didn't get a number or address on him. I thought I was goind to explode hearing about that. My heart actually started racing. I hadn't seen or heard from him in at least 5 years. Even now I find myself watching cars go by and wonder if he is in any of them. With my luck we'll move and that's when he'll decide to check up on me. I miss him. I was talking with Kelly the other day about him. We never really went out but there was still something there. I wrote in my story the other day that "first loves are forever" and I think that is true. No matter how many times you fall in love after the first one, or how much you love another person (like my husband) you can't stop thinking about that first true love.

Sometimes he'll pop into my dreams and we'll be 13 again, his arm, casually around my shoulders. It felt good, it felt right. God I put that kid through hell though. I wish I could find him just to apologize for all the crap I pulled.

Well, on that note I better go before I give out too many details, lol.
besides, it's after midnight now and Meagan just came up demanding her cup. I hope she hasn't been awake this whole time.

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