Jeanette

I guessed she was still angry at me for having exposed her to her dam's dirty little secret, as it were. The truth had never been the friend of most nobles; they covered it as best they could in their quest for statutes and court favor. It was usually worse in the case of royals. Queen Amitolane's conversation with her daughter must have been an interesting one. "My opinion of you has not changed." she said, that same haughty expression on her face, "If anything, my conviction is validated by my mother's admission. Your kind took advantage of her, forced themselves upon her."
I raised an eyebrow at that. "Is that what she told you? Let me assure you that nothing was forced upon her... I didn't have time to educate her about the ways of the Sidhe. Maybe later but for now, we had things to do.
She looked disappointed. Maybe she'd hoped for a demonstration to prove something or other to herself. Too bad.

"Look," I began, as we walked into the dimly-lit pizza parlor, my wooden platforms clicking algorithmically against the floor, tonight is about the mission. I've no time to be your therapist. If you're looking for some kind of justification for your dam's behavior, then you'll have to wait."
I smiled as we came to the hostess' platform, appraising her with a glance or two. Not bad, this one, She was a bit on the skinny side, but far from the wraith look that was popular in this day and age.
"Hi, dudes and welcome to the Munch. Bar or restaurant seating?"
"Restaurant." I answered quickly. I hated the cigarette smoke that came with a bar's atmosphere, and a place with a name like The Munch She was bound to have lax smoking views.
She nodded, and a girl showed us to our seats. It was a bit on the outskirts, but I appreciated this, for it afforded a good view of the rest of the place, including a glimpse of the smoking section.
"Drink orders?"

Getting over a cold

I'm not sure whether or not I should post this. I've been getting conflicting orders from my mum on whether or not I should wear earrings, I was trying to explain to her that I couldn't exactly guess her thoughts. I'm sure that I'm not the only one whose concentration is interrupted from time to time. My mum used to hide all her books in the most gross place in her body until she actually  got what she wanted from me, and when she used to miss me, she'd try to get me to explain what I did  at school or something, and it sounded like she was trying to manipulate me. I still to this day don't understand why she can do what she wants without being punished for it. I think her obituary would be:  "Eat poison or something." She used to suggest that I drink coffee or something, but the fun thing is that you can most certainly get coffee out of a machine, so I think that perhaps she should stop thinking about whether or not people will judge her and just write. Editing can always be done later. It's like saying, well, why did you do this, or why did you do that? Gossip is the worst thing ever.

So, I've decided that giving myself an insulin shot is much better than glucophage

Good thing that giving oneself medicines are better than glucophage. I think that if my parents, for example, are worried about what I might or might not write on my blog, then they should remember that I also have my ways of editing what goes on to the computer and what does not.  The only reason I go along for this reason is the journey and not anything my ancestors might or might not have in store for me. I'm not sure why my family wants to uprate certain issues or not. The only thing about eyestrain is that I've personally learned that I am able to multitask just by being around people. I remember growing up in the church and wanting to submit an essay for my own purposes, I honestly do not care if something that they held to old standards was upsetting. I've been able to gauge my own writing based on who was watching or not. Big brother might or might not be watching, But as I always say, if you can type out of your head, you make your own rules. If I choose to start my own blog or not, it's because I had an objection. If my parents know all about it, then they should take a lesson from one of my aunts (name withdrawn because I haven't asked her), actually read the book, and then see what happens.  Just because I enjoy foreign cuisine doesn't mean that I want to be as vocal as say, Rosa parks. I know what abstaining means and I know what taking a break means (Hockenbury and Hockenbury). Last time I had to preregister was because I had to substitute for someone who wished their name to be withdrawn. In California, I was able to read a variety of books and get rewarded based on how much I wanted to eat.  Now that new services are available, I feel that my parents are feeding off me because, for example, I wanted to be able to play my own wedding service without someone's very rude child messing it up. I am not going to name any names because it would be pretty horrible. It's like doing the rockaway in front of a crowd. Compared to which class did you actually want me to follow the 3 r's?