The Grace Lee Mansion

*To my other readers, this is something for a comp., so if you are uninterested, just keep scrolling :P*

The Grace Lee Mansion. Thats what the sign says.

I was a reporter, reporting for the Suney Post. My name? Julia Willows, and this was my first assignment. It was simple enough; interview the family in the Grace Lee Mansion, see what you can find out. If my report was good, It'd go to print. If not, well, lets just say I might not be working for the Suney Post in a couple of days.

"The house was tudor style, built of stone and mortar, with wooded doors and window frames. " I decided that wasn't the best way to start off my article. No, it would be sure to get me fired. Revisions later, I decided, and kept writing. The rest is as follows:

Mrs. Lee, of the Lee family who resided in the Grace Lee Mansion, greeted me at the door. "Hello. I'm Maria Lee, and may I be the first to say; welcome to our abode." She was a kind person, with dark brown hair tied back in a pony tail and wearing a purple house dress. Her heels clacked on the pavement as she turned and held to door for me. I thanked her and she began the tour.

"So this here's our front hall, and if you could be mindful of dirt; I like to keep a clean house." She spoke with a slight southern accent that didn't seem out of place amid the soft browns and pastels of the house. Mrs. Lee was still talking, however, and I tuned back in just as she said, "Now, those stairs lead upstairs, where the bedrooms and some other things are, but first I'd like to show you the part of the house that I don't usually go into any detail with the guests. If you'll follow me through this archway..." And we turned the corner, loosing sight of the living room. 

"Now," she continued, "that there is the laundry hamper, but next to it is the door leading to the garage, and that first door is the guest bathroom. There's really nothing to see in there, but on the left we have the laundry room. Which is a bit more interesting, so lets go in there." 

"Oh, I almost forgot to mention, those bins are where we keep the trash and recycle."

"And- Oh, there's granny. You know what, I just remembered I forgot to put away some books, and I wouldn't have any of your photographs less than perfect. Grace, would you mind taking it from here and showing Miss. Willows around until I get back?"

The white haired lady spoke, "Well, Maria, you do realize I have things to do around the house too." She nodded pointedly at her laundry. 

"Thankyou, Grandma Grace!" And Mrs. Lee was gone. 

"And done." Said Grandma Grace, "Well, Miss. Willows, I see you have had the pleasure of meeting my daughter in law. She thinks she runs the place, but let me tell you, I'm the real person in charge. You don't keep a great big house like this going by yourself-unless your me, of course. I was here first, and don't you forget it. The house is even named after me! Grace Lee Mansion; thats me, Grace Lee. This," she gestured with her hands, "is all the work of my husband. And not just the laundry room, either-"

"Yes, thank you, Granny," interrupted Mrs. Lee, "I'm sure Mrs. Willows is a very busy person and we shouldn't keep her for too long. So, let me just get this in the hamper for you, Granny, and we'll be on our way." Grandma Grace closed the door to the laundry room with a hmph. 

"You can do that yourself."

"Well, I am sorry about that. As you may have realized we don't really get along. Granny didn't want me to marry Andrew, Mr. Lee, you see, but more on that later. I want to show you the better parts of the house, now." I followed her back out into the hall, and into the great room.

"So, this is the dinning room. And those pots were made by my husband, while he was away in Japan doing pottery. So, they're very treasured in our household. The vase behind me, aswel." She waved vaguely behind her, and turned her attention to a child at her feet. "Oh, and this is our daughter, Sara, Sara Lee. Do you want to say hi, Sara?" The little girl, who had been playing with a stuffed bunny, ducked behind the couch before I could completely snap a picture, and a muffled 'No' could be herd from under there. 

"Well, I guess not right now, but there'll be plenty of time for that in the interviews." She pointed at me. "Now, you're standing in the living room, right now, so If you'd like to switch places with me, you can get a better picture." 

"There you are. Well, I'd be lying if I said we spent a lot of time here. It's not much, even though I've done what I could with it; Granny insisted that we put up those paintings by her late husband. And while we've honored her wishes, I'm beginning to regret it." She pursed her lips for a moment, forgetting I was there, then suddenly spoke as if a new thought had occurred to her. "Andrew spends most of his time in the garage, working on his Prius, or at the studio working on his sculpting. When I'm not cooking or cleaning or keeping little Sara in order, I'm doing social things like this all day, and there's never been much time to find a use for this room. Anyway, lets go see the kitchen." 

"So, through here is the kitchen. It's really quite a lovely place to cook." 

"Ah, I needed that." She said after plopping herself down in a chair. "Now, this is really handy because I can cook and watch Sara do her homework, at the same time. It's also a really lovely place to just sit in the mornings and have a cup of coffee. Just relax before the day starts. 

*Sorry for this photo, I have a mac, so I have to do screenshots and my tab button wasn't working properly for half of these.* 

"The last thing on this floor would be the garage, and the porch, which is more of a back door, seeing as we haven't put anything in yet."

"Anyway, there's nothing really left to see down here, so why don't we go on upstairs and I can show you the second floor!"

"That sounds good!" I replied, and we returned to the front hall, where the stairs were located. 

"Now, this is the upstairs hall, and behind you is a reading nook, but we'll get to that later. For now, lets start in the room farthest from the stairs, which got cut out of your picture, I see." She gave me a disapproving look as she opened the door for me.

"Yes, well, this is Granny's room. You can see that she's a bit old fashioned, but I suppose that all comes with being from a different century."

"It's a good thing she's still doing laundry too, or she wouldn't have let me in here in the first place. She'd have insisted on showing you around herself; fancies herself the mistress of the house, you know...."

The room was, as Mrs. Lee said, old fashioned and sparsly decorated, it was the oldest part of the house, however, and seemed to hold the most secrets. 

"She does like to pen novels occasionally at her desk, but other than that, the room doesn't get used much. Well, lets move on to the next room."

"Right, so this is the upstairs bathroom, Granny and Sara share it, and Grace manages to keep it pretty clean, despite Sara. A fun fact: the tiles in this bathroom are from Romania and they're very rare; handcut too."

"Now, this is Sara's room. And she's been going through sort of a pirate theme, and we thought we'd indulge her just a little bit, so we got her a new bed that's like a ship - but pink, because she loves the color pink. 

"Now, we've only got one more official room to go through, and that's the master suite, which brings us to the final door in the hallway." 

"Ah, this bed has been my pride as joy! Custom made, with all the right colors and woods; all the way from Romania as well. It came as a set with the dresser, nightstands, and mirror. Uhg, I was so glad to see the horrible thing Grandma Grace called a bed. She threw a fit, but is was worth it. The pillows are changed every year; we bring in new pillows, but with the same cases, which as silk, by the way."

"Same as the coverlet, but the sheets, however, are the softest cotton and cashmeir anyone could find. It is just the best falling asleep in them, like laying on a floating cloud. Enough about the bed, though-" BEEP BEEP BEEP 

"Oh, lord, that must be the dryer! I don't know where Grace is, but I suppose I'll have to take the clothes out. Can't leave these things for too long, you know, my sheets will get wrinkly. Anyway, there's Andrew, my husband, and he'll show you the rest of the way through." 

"Hello, Mr. Lee, I'm Julia Willows. Your wife has been showing me the house for the post."

"Ah yes, Miss Willows, I'm Mr. Lee, but you can call me Andrew. I think the only thing left is the bathroom. Now, my wife can go on and on about the curtains, and the porcelain, and the counters, but I think and sometimes just looking at it for a minute or two is enough, don't you agree?" 

"Of course," I said.

"I was about to head out for a round of golf with my mates, so I can't stay and show you the rest, but if you look down the hall, there's the reading nook, and there's probably something for you to read while your waiting. 

"Thanks, I hope your game of golf goes well..."

...And he was gone; down the stairs, the sound of the garage door slamming echoing throughout the house.

*And last but not least, before the interviews, here are some arial pics of the house.* 

I sat down with the family of Grace Mansion later that day. Up first in the interviews was Grace Lee, or Grandma Grace. 

"So, you were telling me something before; about the house." 

"Ah yes," Said Grace, getting into the swing of things again, "Legend has it, that when my Husband, Manning Lee, built this house, he built it over an ancient caverns, that rumbled from time to time and caused earthquakes. They said the spirits were upset, and they had to calm down. Luckily, Manning built the house here, out of the very stone the caverns were made of, and that appeased them. So now, the spirits live within the walls of this house, and it is forever more protected against bad luck, and bad spirits. Of course, it's just a legend." She winked at me. "Anyway, About me, now. I own this house, and did you know I can't go a day without exercising? Well I can't, even though I'm 75 years old. Lets see, I believe in saving the environment, but not wasting money, which is partly why us Lee's still have our fortune today, and I'm very neat. I can't stand to have anything out of place. Now, I don't think this part's true, but everyone says I snore. I don't know where they get this, because I can't hear a thing once my head hits the pillow, but I thought I'd put that out there if anyone wants to comment on it. Oh, and I love me a good fried peanut butter and banana sandwich." 

"My name is Andrew Lee, and I like to golf."

"I sense you're a man of few words, Mr. Lee. Am I right?"

"You are. I like to go to my studio and paint. I also like sculpting and pottery. I want a larger family, but we'll have to wait until Mum dies so we can use her bedroom. Just joking. I've never really been goog at it, but I enjoy playing the guitar."

"Favorite food, color, anything?"

"My wife's pancakes are the best. She makes a mean grape sauce. Other than that, I suppose I like playing latin music on the guitar, and the color yellow has always struck me as majestic." 

"What do you do for a living?" 

"I sculpt, mostly. Some painting, too. I like to tinker with my Prius; trying my hand at inventing. It's not much, but our family fortune doesn't need it to be much."

"Mmmm, speaking of fortunes...care to elaborate on how your family made yours?"

"Well, My father was the one who hit it big- Gold - in the Sunset Valley Gold Rush. That was before I was born, though. Mum says that when they first came here from Riverview they lived in what was just barely a shack, which is why she keeps everything so clean now; so she won't be reminded of it. Anyway, Dad's company found a vein of gold, and we got rich. You've heard the story about the house, right. Well, I always thought it has some merit; when I was a kid, I thought I heard whispering from the walls. But I guess we all have to grow up, and I did. I met the love of my life, which I never thought would happen because I'm just an artist, with rich parents, and who would want to love somebody like that?"

"I think you've been very lucky, Mr. Lee.

"Andrew, please. It's Andrew."

"Well," I said, "It's only your daughter after this, Mrs. Lee! Besides, I feel like I already know you from the tour."

"Hahaha, yes, me too. I'm so glad you came. We've been delighted with the opportunity to share our heritage with the folks in Sunset Valley."

"So can you tell me a bit about yourself?" 

"Yes. Um, lets see. I was born and raised in Starlight Shores, but I went abroad for college, which is where I met Andrew." She smiled. "I promise I didn't go for him because of his fortune, I didn't even know he had one at the time. All I saw was a tall, handsome boy with dark hair that hid his eyes. And you could say that I gave him a haircut," She laughed, "and made him see the world in an entirely different way." 

"That's a very touching story, Mrs. Lee. So when did your little girl come around?"

"It was just after we'd gotten back from Champs de la Sims on our 7 year anniversary, and we decided that we wanted a little boy or girl - just one, and about a year later, we found ourselves with little Sara! Of course, now she's not so little, and we had to bring Granny round to the idea of sharing a bathroom, but I think it's the best thing that's happened to our little family. If you ask me, I'd say she's even glad to have the girl around." 

"Yes, the elder Mrs. Lee may seem a little harsh on the outside, but off the record, I can tell she has a good heart." I told Maria Lee confidently. "So, tell me a little more about your interests."

"I originally went to school to be a business woman, maybe go into sales or something, because I always knew that's what I wanted to be. But after I met Andrew, well, and he says I am a bit dramatic, I just lost that purpose in life, that I had had before. And he filled that gap; became my new purpose. So now, as I told you before, I take social calls a keep the house clean. Or help granny keep the house clean. I absolutely love classical music - and the color violet, although Grandma Grace likes green, and she chose our color scheme. Anyway, I can't stand the way she snores at night, it's like sirens are going off and it's a wonder she doesn't wake the whole neighborhood up. Anyway, I do like to cook, although my favorite is breakfast because I get to serve Fruit Parafait. "

"I can tell you two are very much in love, even though you don't see each other much."

"Yes," said Mr. Lee, "I think that she's beautiful, and wonderful, and always know what to do in sticky situations."

"Oh, well, I wouldn't -"

"Shh! And I love her very, very, much." 

"How 'bout a kiss for the camera?"

"What do you say, love?" Said Mr. Lee, "A kiss?" 

They obliged, and I moved onto Sara Lee, for the next interview. 

"Sara Lee, is it?"

"Yes it is. I already know what you're going to say. You're going to ask me about what I like and to tell you about myself." She said with a little proud smirk.

"That's very good. You're right, I was going to ask you those things. So, would you like to answer them?"

"My name is Sara Lee, and one day this house will be named after me. Also Grandma, but her name can come last. I want to get a dog, and name it lucille, but Mom and Dad won't let me. They say that it's too much of a bother, and that one child is enough. Personally, I'd like to have a bigger family, and one that only eats vegitarian food - because we don't want to hurt the animals. Daddy agrees, but Mom is happy with just me- and her friends." Sara said matter-o-factly. "Between you and me, I think mommy can't wait for grandma to die, only because she wants to use the spare bedroom to start a business or something, but Grandma Grace doesn't look like she's going anywhere anytime soon. And that's the way I like it."

"So, what's your favorite color? Your Mom said you like pink."

"Oh I don't just like pink, I LOVE pink! Pink and country music and I won't be going anywhere. No, no, nope!" She added, shaking her head with each 'no'. 

"Haha, alright, well, we'd better bring your parents back in here."

"You have a lovely family, Mr. and Mrs. Lee." I said, in parting, "I enjoyed touring your house and getting to know you very much, and you can be sure that a good story on it all will be out very soon. That, or I'll loose my job, but considering what I've seen here today, I think that's very unlikely."

And that's how I left them, Grace still cleaning, Sara playing on the couch, and the two lovebirds wrapped in each others embrace. They may have money, but that doesn't make them any less human. 

-This has been Julia Willows, thank you for reading.

*Brought to you by SnowyMist7

I added some additional pictures at the top, there.  

The Anderson Legacy

Note: This is like a miniacy, meaning it'll go pretty quick and not into much detail. It's loosely based around the Anderson's from the matrix. So, yea... The prologue doesn't have pics, but chapter one does.

Prologue:

*1965*
“Lily, darling, do you want to come with us to park? We’re advocating animal rights today. “

“Not today, Mum, I have a job interview and I can’t afford not to look professional. It’s an interview after all.”

“You know I’m all for you getting a job and all, but please, just relax....and peace out. It’s all about peace.”

“And tye-dye, apparently.” Lily commented on her mother’s clothes. “Mother, I’ve told you again and again, the movement just isn’t for me. I want to be a business woman, not a hippie. Not that there isn’t anything wrong with that, just that, it’s not for me.”

“Alright, well, suit yourself. Oh, and good luck. We’ll be back by six.”

“Kay, Bye.”

*present day*

Mrs. Padmore presented Lily with a letter. “Since you’ve  turned 18, we can’t  keep you here anymore. We’ll miss you a great deal, and while you’re still an orphan, you are your own orphan now. This is a letter from your mother. She left it here with me before she died a couple years back. I think it’s time you read it.”

My Dearest Daughter,
I want you to know that I love you with all my heart. I know that the end it near, because I can’t seem to feel my legs anymore, and goodness they’re is so much blood. But if you are healthy and strong, than it was worth it. You are named, Lily, for your grandmother. She was a strong woman, who fought for our rights and lived a wonderful life. She left behind an estate; the house on which has been torn down, but I thought it right that I should inform you seeing as you will soon be an orphan and have no where to go. If you should want to live there, it is yours. I love you very much, and If there is a heaven, you can take comfort in that I am in a paradise now. There is not much time, but I wanted to say something that your grandmother used to say all the time: Honey, we are Andersons’ and we are professional. We are fortunate, and we shall one day live like kings. And if we do not, we shall act like we do because it is our right as human beings.
There is not much time now, and I feel myself going, but please take my words to heart. These are the last that I shall ever say, or write, to you and I want you to remember me by them. I love you, Lily.
Sincerely,
Cecelia Anderson (Mum)
“Oh my. Mrs. Padmore, why didn’t you give me this before?”

“I felt it was only fitting that you should be reminded of where you came from just when you were about to go off in the world.”

“Thank you, I will miss you too!” They hugged, and then Lily Anderson grabbed her one suitcase that contained everything she owned before stepping out of the orphanage and into the bright new world.




Chapter One

Lily had always wanted to be a professional jokey, but when she moved to her grandmother’s estate, she could hardly keep the place going without a decent job, let alone buy a horse. Thus, she took her mother’s advice and did something that would earn her a lot of money; she became a cooperate manager. It was low level, just a paid internship, but she would soon work her way up.

Everyday, without fail, Lily would get up at 6, take a quick shower, eat some ceral and catch the carpool to work. She was a very hard worker, though, and by the end of week one, she had earned three promotions. Her salary was considerably better, but her stress levels were not. She had taken to going to bed rather early, and not doing anything else but sleep. It was on one of those nights that everything changed.

She was dreaming. She was in a pasture, and she heard neighing. Thinking it was a horse, she turned around, only to find it was someone with a set of speakers, playing a cruel joke. Then the person was her grandmother. “Ha! You’ll never own a real horse. I bought that extravagant estate to make sure of it!” The neighing sound came again and Lily woke up. Right next to her was a horse, a beautiful, speckled horse. She slowly got out of bed and cautiously approached it. 

“Come here, little horsie.” No such luck, the horse ran away, back to where ever it came from, leaving Lily to wonder weather she’d ever see it again. “Oh well,” she thought, and trudged back to her bed.

The next morning, she almost thought she had dreamed it all, but a steaming pile of poo by the road told her otherwise. Just then, the jingling sound of bells broke the crisp morning silence. An ice cream truck? At this hour? There, was only one thing to do; buy some ice cream. As she licked her strawberry ice cream cone, she decided that after work, some pampering was in order.

Sure enough, instead of taking the carpool home, she caught a drink at a dive bar across the street before heading to the pool for some R&R. After some much needed relaxing she stopped by the book store to pick up a furniture catalogue and ordered a new bed, as well as a TV and armchair. Her house might not have walls, but it would certainly be comfortable.

When the weekend came, Lily decided to meet up with some of her co-workers, she would be working with them for the next 10 years, after all, and it was good to befriend them. Iquz Alivi was waiting for her when she arrived, he was the only one who had shown up and he had brought his family.




They spent the day laughing together and telling ghost stories and they both left for home with a considerably better friendship then they had when they got there. Maybe this job isn’t so bad, Lily thought.





She still missed the horses, though, if there was more money and more time, she would have a horse. But there wasn’t. Even when she was a little girl at the orphanage there wasn’t ever enough.

Random Genetics

Hey guys!

So, I've been a little busy lately, but I've also been doing this weird genetics challenge with my sim self.

Yea, so that's my simself, I did my best. But anyway, the genetics thing is basically what I've been doing with my sims game after I got that stuff all sorted out. 

So, as some of you might know, I just switched from a PC to a Mac, which has gone pretty good. I haven't had a lot of the problems that other simmers with Macs have had. That only thing I'm kind of mad at is that the picture function in game doesn't work, which means that I have to take each picture individually and then transfer it to the launcher if I want to put it up on sims3.com. Yea, so that's basically the only thing that's been bugging me. 

I thought I would have a new short out by now, but I got a great opportunity to make a short film actually. It's called Dreamcatcher and I get to direct it, so YAY! After that, I'm making a documentary about self-harm, it's documenting the journey my friend had with cutting for a little bit thar. And she actually asked me to do it, because I'm awesome ;D (no.lol) And so yea... i've been caught up in organizing everything and casting and such. (my male lead got a professional job and couldn't make it to Dreamcatcher so I had to find someone else pretty quick!) Anywho, I'll continue to blog and stuffs about whats happening to my sims, but there won't be a new story out. (I did write one, though, I just won't have the time to do screen shots, especially now that I have to edit them down :/ ) 

Oh, and I almost forgot! I GOT PETS AND GENERATIONS FOR MA BRIFDAES!!!! Yay, my simself if wearing some stuff from there and currently lives in aspholt fields or whatever it's called. So, I guess I'll post some pics from the genetics thing once I've gotten through a couple more generations, just so you can see the scope of it. Byyyyyeeeeeeee!!!! 

-Rubaaaayyy (Too many Y's. :O) 

Re-Do

As some of you, or none of you, may have noticed, I updated the look of 'The Joule Frequency'. I felt it was time for a change, considering I'm about to get back into simming and all that.

On the same note, it is almost the new year (2012) and I thought something a little easier on the eyes would be nicer to look at while the world ends. Then again, thats just me. Tell me what you think!

I found Bridgeport!!!

So there I was, browsing google maps late on a friday night, when I came across THIS: (view full screen.)


Look closely... its............ BRIDGEPORT (in the middle, right of prussia)!!!! My reaction: WTF... OMG OMG OMG !!! This. Will. Change. The World! EPIC! I MUST SHARE THIS!!!! 

Two Steps From Hell

This isn't sim related... mostly because I have to re - install my game on my brand new shiny iMac ( XD ), but this is so epic, how could I not? Listen and be amazed. This is why I need to make a movie, just so I can use this song.

TailBots

Tail Bots. I've always admired them. But enough of that, on to the good stuff.

Now, you may be wondering where I've been, or you may not care at all seeing that I left for about 4 mouths. <---Yea, that's what sleep deprivation has been doing to me. Educated People Problems right there. But no matter what you've been doing with you mind, you should know that I just stopped.

As soon as I got back from vacation I sat down on my couch and...did nothing at all. I slept aanndd....thats it. And then, before I knew it I was back in school and my life turned to hell. I vow right now never to take any class that starts before 9AM EVER AGAIN. When I have that lovely freedom of choice... :(

Well, there you have it. I did nothing, and then I was so stressed out I had no time for foolishness like this at 11 PM!   Regardless, I promise to get back to blogging at least 1 a week! God I need some sleep... 5AM is toooo early.

- Ruby

Time Flies By..

Wow, It seems like just yesterday I was posting about how I'm back, and now I'm leaving tomorrow.....
Anyway, I'm pleased to announce I passed all my exams will pretty good scores... :D School just got out last week and my summer has mainly consisted of catching up on 2 thousand plus hours of missed sleep! Worth mentioning I got an android phone? Eh...too late :)

Well, this is it for me for the next month. <--- too many 'for's in that last sentence.) I'm leaving tomorrow on vacation, and I'm not coming back for 5 weeks. Still not leaving the east coast, though. >:<

Soz... this is Ruby, Signing off for the very last time... until 5 weeks...or something like that. I hope to be taking out woodland animals in the Maine Alps (No such thing) By this time tomorrow. :D

I Iz Back...for a short time, anywayz

Hey universe, 

It's a Mia, Rubya (said in Italian accent.) :D

Yep, I'm back. Well, a bunch of things have happened since I've been gone: 

Generations came out, making me want to buy it even more.

Sims 3: pets was officially announced. 

Some other stuff...

My game was completely deleted and I've had to start from scratch.

Yep, that's right. That means: no more stories and no more sims from my old game... :'( 

Anyway, on to better things: 

It's been a while and, while summer is here, school isn't over yet, for me. So i'll be posting again, but not as frequently due to the obscene amount of tests that my teachers have been saving for the last 2 weeks of school. *Sigh* Wish me luck....

- Ruby

Here we are again

Well, it's been quite a while since my last midnight post....

Anyway, I think I need to take a break from blogging for a little while. It's nearing the end of school and I've got finals every other day.

So, this is Ruby - signing off.

-until another day, followers. ;D

Scraping the Sky : Chapter Two

Heh... yea, it's been a while.

Well, here you are: Chapter Two

Dear Diary,

They threw me out at 2 AM. Yes, it may sound like a strange title, but it’s true. I was roughly pushed and shoved and barred from the club. I mean, all I did was dance on a few tables. I might have fallen on their entire stock of Neon Breeze, but I don’t really remember that part of the night too well. This is bad. I just received and e-mail for a court summons; they’re suing me for 100K. Where am I going to get that kind of money?!?! I can hardly support myself! I have 30 days till the trail…

Miserably, Soon to be homelessly yours,

Lola Han.

Yea, I probably should have stuck to studying last night and squashed my notions of freedom. That was a disaster…and I have a hangover. I’ve been getting up past noon for the past few days, trying to pretend that all this doesn’t exist. On top of that, I overslept and missed my logic exam…I’ve failed out of the class. That was something like 50% of my grade. Now, I’ve got no credit, nothing to show for my hard work, and no job not to mention I’m about 100 thousand dollars short of 100K. I’m going to die. Uugg, this bed is horrible. I’ve been getting a terrible night’s sleep.

Not that I sleep at night anyway.

Well…no it’s a silly thought. I saw an ad in the paper yesterday that whoever could defeat the Chess Grand Master of Bridgeport could win the title…and a million dollars, but that’s insane. I could never do it. I decided to give it a try anyway, seeing as it’s my only shot at freedom without debt. I tramped over to the book shelf and got out my battered logic textbook once more. This would be long; it would also be hard.

Over the next couple of days, juice and cereal became my main staple foods. It’s a wonder that I kept a normal weight, but I guess stress was scraping off those extra pounds. In preparation for the chess games, I started practicing doing my hair up in a fancy style. I finally settled on a high ponytail with a bright gold and red bow. My outfit was fabulous, my hair was amazing…I was ready to play some chess!

Pawn to E4…

Melancholy

Oh My God!!!!! I can't stop listneing to this. It's so...emotional. :')