These are a few

Besides a few strange dreams, nothing much happened this day. A normal day at work, save for the fact that I'm starting to feel more comfortable with the people there, and a boring day at home. Good, I guess. So why not write about good things? Or rather, things I like.

I like:

Clouds

Circuses

Puppies

Toads

Ghosts

Mesh

Runes

Mail

Dreams

Stuffed animals

Monsters

Food

Roof tops

Dragons

And then some.

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I was brought into a sudden passion last night to learn binary. Turns out, it's not as difficult as I preconceived...so long as I have a calculator and key for what number means what (65=A, 99=c, so on). But, really quite fun. I thought it might be useful to know the basics as I'm taking a few computer classes next school year. I'm not sure how I feel about those, I don't know a lot about computers to start with and I always feel uncomfortable when I'm out of my element. But then again, what's a class for if not to teach you what you do not already know? So, high hopes for that.
I actually enjoy learning things, as bland as it sounds. There's something very satisfying in it, rewarding to know little tricks of trade and what have yous. Take for example my full grasp in runic writings. I can translate any sample into the English alphabet without hesitation, and I use runic for all my personal notes and musings. That is one downside to writing online. A block of runic text, I think, looks absolutely gorgeous and enchanting; lovely, really. However, on here others can see what I write and think, which has it's own lure.
Speaking of luring things, I fear anyone who picks up my Ipod would think of me a psychopath or something due to the podcasts I have on it. I've a lot on topics such as human experimentation, lobotomies, serial killers, pickpockets, spontaneous human combustion, various monsters and myths, and then some. Just things that peek my interest, I thought they do the same in all people. Do they?
Today was an okay workday. My timid attitude seems to put off some people, I hope they don't mistake it as being prude or anything.

-Mottled

And everything went better than expected

Today at work was just another training day, basically. My 'supervisor' (if you could call her that, I'm really just taking her place and she's moving up to the counter and what not) is a pretty chill person; I've known her before I got the job from marching band. Lame, sure, but give a pig a pancake, would you?
Anyhow, I followed her about the place to see what to do on a normal weekday. Made hangers, swept, vacuumed; the gist of cleaning. By the way, those paper dealies dry cleaners put on your hangers are harder to put on than they seem. Really, I suck at it. That's besides the point, though. I hope tomorrow is equally nice, if not better.
Yours.

-Mottled

Back and alive

I returned from my little trip this evening. It was alright, my legs are bruised from crawling through an indoor kids play place (a totally awesome one that was totally worth every bit). Now I really am mottled. Heh.
Anywho, the family and I ended up visiting some national park and the zoo. Each was fairly enjoyable -I adored the zoo the most-- though it was horridly hot. What can one expect, though. Out of all the animals at the zoo, I think I liked the grizzly bears or the goats the best. Or maybe the giant, fat toads, which were appealing in their own way.
Well, tomorrow I have work again. My third day on the job and first weekday; from then on I start normally. It makes my heart hurt to think about. Maybe I'm just extraordinarily lazy or sentimental or something of that sort, but I hate the thought of working the rest of my life. Not to mention that just about every time I go I mess something up. I should be grateful for my job, but being such an awkward person can make it embarrassing with anything I do. Oh well, maybe I can do better tomorrow. Hopefully.
Summer's bell has rang. The bats and fireflies have returned.

-Mottled

That bird.

She watches me while I sleep. Intently.
I haven't had a chance to check how many, but I'm certain eggs are up there. Every time I get a little bit close, she freaks out. I don't want to cause her to leave her nest behind, so I'll just keep an eye out from my window.
In other news, tomorrow my family and I head out on a vacation of sorts for Memorial Day. High hopes for that, so we'll see how that goes.

-Mottled

Of Repo and Dragons

My day went as planned; at approximately 4 o'clock my friend came over and we sat down in our un-carpeted den to watch REPO! The Genetic Opera over a bowl of over salted popcorn and debate over who the best male character was. Personally, I think Luigi Largo is the most fun and most humorous, but she likes Graverobber, who I must admit has his moments in my heart. His voice more than anything is addicting. Terrance Zdunich really is quite talented, I love the movie and the songs. If you haven't checked it out, go forth immediately to do so.

After that I continued to do laundry, a daunting and seemingly never ending task, and surfed through the internets some more. I'm now at about five or seven loads done, and I haven't even conquered the outer heap. So, I still have progress to be made, but I'm chugging along at a decent pace. On Dragon Cave I have yet to obtain any of the newest dragons. There is a total of three, all coastal I think, in celebration of the Cave's 6th birthday. They are the Tsunami Wyvern, Ultraviolet, and Lumina; my favorite of the bunch is the Tsunami one. Funny, I've been there loosely for about three years and only have a total of 44 dragons. Mind you, however, that each one is a different breed. Still, I find a joy in those types of things, and have always loved dragons. I'm trying to work myself slowly and carefully into the forum community they have going. So far, not going too well. Eh. Oh well.

That's all I have to say for today. If you'd like to help my little dragons, my scroll link is here. Have a good day, and enjoy your Memorial Day weekend, any of you American's out there. Until my next post.

-Mottled

If I don't post today, I'll never post again

Or so it usually works. You see, procrastination runs rampant in these veins, and if I slack off from the start there's little to no chance I'll feel up to picking this up again. But, that's besides the point now that I'm writing this. Okay then, onward.
Today was my last day of high school as a freshman, so fairly important. Well, not all that much. It doesn't really feel all that different, anyways. But what was I expecting, some sort of revelation of maturity. Nah, I have sophomores in most of my classes, and from my observation there isn't that much of a difference. But the end of a chapter always makes me want to go back and review. Glancing over this year, I'd give it a 4 out of 10. I've had to get a job, my social life (did I ever have one?) is nearly evaporated, my motivation is shot, and I've dropped a lot of the things I used to like. On the bright side, however, I guess I matured a little and got a further taste of what my future will be like. If that makes sense.
So here's to a great tomorrow, all of you.
And now that summer is upon me, I've taken to cleaning. Though I suppose it's more the fact that I want to have a friend over for a REPO! and The Twilight Zone marathon than it is summer's doing. So, I'm doing my whole room. Which I haven't cleaned since last year. That's not a hyperbole, by the way. It was really awful, it still is, and I've been working on cleaning it since 2 o'clock this afternoon. I've put in approximately 7 hours, used 3 jumbo trash bags, and still have a mountain of laundry to do and then some. But, it looks nicer. Just a word to the wise, keep your things as clean as you can at all times, it'll save you in the long run. I actually have a floor, but I'm not sure how good that will be for me. I like to jump off my bed you see (a bunk bed I share with my sister) and the heaps of clothes have always helped to soften the fall. Not now, I guess. I hate laundry.
Have a good night, and sorry to bore.
There's a bird nesting outside of my window, a robin. Perhaps I should start taking pictures of the progress. Could be interesting.

-Mottled

Introductions Are in Order

Hello entities of the internet, let me kick this off by saying thank you for reading. As of this moment, I'm the proud author of this my blog, Mottle's Open Journal and Then Some. A fitting title, mind you, because that's just what it is. I plan to spend a little time when I can to empty out my brain onto here and talk about a few things (the few things) I take interest in and or care about. This includes but is not limited to; the paranormal and anything creepy, my notes on the world around me, comics, shit, happy things, sad things, my own personal life,  random thoughts, and so on. If rants and ramblings aren't your style, oh well, I'm sorry, can't win 'em all, phooey.
Allow me this second, also, to apologize for the brevity of this. I plan to move onto real topics as soon as I can, so look forward. If you want, that is. Until then.

-Mottled