14 Jan

Well. I’ve still not gotten my car. Which means I had to extend my rental. Again. I know what the guy at Ameriprise said, but this is ridiculous. Seriously, if I’d had my car in the shop for 15 days, I would have had a rental for 15 days, right? Well, it’s totaled; so I’m sorry, but I should have a rental for however frickin’ long it takes me to get a new car. No, wait: I should have a rental for however frickin’ long it takes me to get the settlement check which would be the downpayment on a new car. Logical, I would think.

Other than that, woke up to a call from Jo. Moving her flight would have cost an arm and a leg, so after accepting the fact that we probably won’t be able to do this trip, I realized she could probably fly into Kansas City way cheaper than Omaha. Lo and behold. So Tuesday morning, I’ll drive down to KC to pick her up and then head back to Omaha, then she’ll fly out of Omaha on the 9th. I’m excited. I haven’t been to the zoo in a hundred years, so we’ll most def be going there. (The Henry Doorly Zoo, you know, the best zoo in the country. You heard me, better than San Diego. Check this shit out: http://www.omahazoo.com). Also, I’ve got a little West Country Meets West Nebraska daytrip mapped out on this awesome website/app called Roadtrippers. It is the shit and I think it’ll be really fun. I’ve never been where we’re going and there are a ton of interesting things along the way. (For example, Hastings, Nebraska, where Kool-aid was invented. Ohh yeahh).

So, back on the prompt thing for a minute or two.

January 14th – Ripped from the headlines:
Head to your favorite online news source. Pick an article with a headline that grabs you. Now, write a short story based on the article.
(wrings hands schemingly) Naturally, I went to BBC.com. I took a look at the Entertainment section first, but nothing really caught my eye. Back on the main page, however, under the Autos section blurb, I saw Top Gear. Talk about something that grabs me. Even better, it’s about the boys coming to the US: “Top Gear makes US landfall”
I have to do this without reading the article, or I have to read the article and further base a story off of that? Okay, well, the story is about the boys doing a 700mile road trip from the rural south to Manhattan. I can work with that. (You know this is going to be fanfiction, right? This could even be foreshadowing since this ep airs tomorrow. Dun dun dunnn)
→The boys had set off from Atlanta, Georgia, preparing themselves for more of an 867mile road trip than the 700mile road trip, as the producers had previously said. None of them slept well the night before the journey. It was either the memory of the last time they were in the Southern US, or it was the excitement of driving such stunningly beautiful cars north on the interstate. Although it was truly a bit of both, it was mostly the former.
No, they weren’t in the same town, and no, they weren’t driving vehicles with hillbilly-enraging phrases painted on the sides, but nevertheless.
They were also a bit nervous for another reason: They had a woman with them. Well, alright, a girl. Of 25. She had won some sort of Top Gear contest that they didn’t even know about and all of a sudden, they were meant to take this stranger with them on their trip up the east coast of the US.
Even more annoying was the fact that her flight was delayed, so they were having to pick her up from the airport and then start right off toward Manhattan. They argued at dinner about who would be stuck with her for the 800-plus mile roadtrip.
“Absolutely rubbish,” Jeremy said, after he downed the rest of his pint in the hotel bar. “She’s certainly not riding in my SLS. She won’t know how to operate the gull-wing doors and it’ll be an utter embarrassment.” He sighed dramatically and got up to get another pint.
“I could have her in the Ferrari, I reckon,” James said thoughtfully. He seemed to be slightly more alright with the aspect of a young bird in his car. That’s because-
“Oh, come off it, mate. You only want her in your car so you can bore her to death with your facts and maths and agonizingly slow driving and-” Richard drawled on until James interrupted him.
“Yeah, well, she can’t be any more bored than she’d be in your 911 – a.k.a the same 911 made for the past however many years.”
“Oh my God, we’re not talking about the Beetle again, are we?” Jeremy complained as he returned with his beer.
Richard attempted to get the attention off of his beloved Porsche. “We’ll just have to flip a coin, I guess.”
“Oh no, we won’t,” James and Jeremy said simultaneously. “You’ll have her, mate,” Jeremy said, raising his glass to cheers James. “I think that’s quite settled then, Hamster,” James concluded, clinking his glass against Jeremy’s.
Richard closed his eyes and sighed. “For God’s sake,” he said, getting up for the bar. A hangover would definitely make things worse on the ride, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. He found an open spot and hitched up onto the barstool. A few minutes away from the others would be a welcome break. “Gin on the rocks, please,” he said when the barman noticed him. He was running his hands over his face when he heard someone say, “excuse me?”
He turned toward the source of the voice and saw a young woman standing next to him with a carryon. She looked a bit travel-weary as she plopped it on the stool directly next to Richard. He did a quick rake over her and determined that she was pretty, and even in the dim light of the bar, he noticed her hazel eyes – her genuine smile making them crinkle at the corners.
“Richard, hi, I’m Nina, I, well, I’m- nice to meet you,” she stammered, extending her hand.
Richard took her hand and shook it. “Hi, yes, nice to meet you, too. Can I.. buy you a drink?”
“Oh, God, yes,” she said with a huff. She moved her carryon to the next stool over and sat down next to Richard. “I fucking hate when my flight’s delayed.”
“That really is awful,” Richard sympathized, as he got the barman’s attention. “Are you stuck here, then?”
She gave a hesitant laugh, then turned toward the barman. “Old-fashioned, please.” She looked back toward Richard with a smirk. “Actually, I’m uh, I’m here for you guys.”
Well, I sure hope you enjoyed that piffle.

1 Jan to 10 Jan

I was just telling someone that I wish I had something to write about every day. But as soon as I wish that, I get denied entry into the UK or I get into a car accident.

Luckily, WordPress just posted this 365 Days of Writing Prompts.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, I feel compelled to start at the beginning. I didn’t know it would be for specific days – I hoped it would just be 365 different prompts, but no… and now I have to start on the first of January.

January 1st – Stroke of Midnight:
Where were you last night when 2013 turned into 2014? Is that where you’d wanted to be?
When the clock struck midnight this year, I was at home. I was having people over on the First because Sherlock Season Three, Episode One was airing. My place was an absolute atrocity, so I deep-cleaned just about everywhere. I also decorated for the occasion, and I had so much fun doing that. Oh, I also spent two hours texting my techie-guru to figure out why the hell my AppleTV wasn’t working. (Everything worked out and it was so much fun). Is that where I’d wanted to be? Home, cleaning, fucking with technology? Mm. I actually did have a party to go to that night, but I got so swept up in cleaning (like that?) that I totally spaced it off. It wasn’t exciting, it wasn’t a party, but I started the year with a peaceful mind.

January 2nd – Revolved:
Have you ever made a New Year’s Resolution that you kept?
That’s an easy one – um, no. Also, I don’t tend to make resolutions. So that helps me not break them.

January 3rd – Kick it:
What’s the 11th item on your bucket list?
A bucket list is something I don’t have, but probably should. So, that means I’ve no 11th item. Also, it’s hard as hell to try to think of these things off the top of my head. Right now, I think my makeshift bucket list is pretty simple and obvious: find a career I love, find a man I love (preferably an Englishman), create a home I love, have a kid I love, live in a city I love (ahem, London)… Those kind of things. I’d love to visit Washington, DC. I’d love to act in something. I mean, technically I’ve been an extra, and that was fantastic, but I’ve always wanted to ‘be an actor.’ I have a list of cars I’d love to drive. Somewhere. Classics. Read as much as I can. Meet a ton of people. Visit Australia. Visit Greece. Visit Italy. Go back to Germany. Anyway. That’s what comes to mind, now.

January 4th – Quote me:
Do you have a favorite quote that you return to again and again? What is it, and why does it move you?
I’d say I definitely have two things that I repeat more than any other quote. One: “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can; and the wisdom to know the difference.” I have this tattooed on my left ribs. Interesting, now that I think of it, as that’s where I was hurt in my car accident – my left side. For a while, I was repeating this in my head nightly. Over and over and over. Sometimes until I’d fall asleep. Really, there’s nothing more I can ask for. Maybe patience. But peace about things you can’t control – there’s nothing more powerful than that. Courage to change the things that are within my control, also very powerful. But most importantly, I think, is the wisdom to know the difference. Once I know what I can and can’t change, I can accept it and move on or I can put on my armor. I also repeated this prayer a lot while I was in custody in London. I said it so many times, I started mixing up the words. If anything, it’s something like a mantra that I can focus on to calm myself.
Two: “Everything happens for a reason.” I swear something has me saying this every single day. The good things happen for reasons. The bad things happen for reasons. Things don’t happen for reasons. I can add to it something they said in Sherlock this season: “What do we say about coincidence? The universe is rarely so lazy.” Perfect. If it all happens or doesn’t happen for a reason, it’s easier to move on. It’s easier to move through. It’s just plain easier. Much like the serenity that comes from knowing what you can and cannot control – it’s freeing. Sure, things can still be shitty; but things can still be fucking marvelous. It’s about how you handle each side of the coin that matters.

January 5th – Call Me Ishmael:
Take the first sentence from your favorite book and make it the first sentence of your post.
I learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Aragon comes this night to Messina. I’m copping out and using the first sentence from my favorite Shakespeare play because I just can’t do favorites when it comes to books. I was very close to using “Mr and Mrs Dursley, of Number Four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.” Harry Potter is most def my favorite series of books, but like I said, it’s impossible to choose a favorite book. Or film. Or band. Or song. So none of those better be in this damn year-long prompt list.
Now what was I supposed to do? Is that it? Well, that was much ado about nothing.

January 6th – My favorite:
What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.

Damnit. I don’t do favorites. I do, but I don’t. Not out loud. Okay, fine. What came to mind first was the time I spent about nine months away from and not speaking to my best friend. We’d been having all these issues due to unsavory people/drama and then senior year of high school, it unfortunately came to a head. I hate it because that means we didn’t get a photo together in our caps and gowns. We’ve known each other and been friends since kindergarten and because of all this shit, we’ll never have a photo of us together at graduation. The grad parties came and went, we each moved away to college, and that was that. I didn’t know what was going to happen. It took a ‘for sale’ sign in the front yard of the house I’d lived in since I was born, the one two houses down the street from her, for her to call me sobbing one night. And this may be the only time I’ll ever say this, but thank God for that ‘for sale’ sign. We’ve been attached at the hip again ever since.

January 7th – Helpless:
Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that — and what did you do about it?
See: https://friisey.com/2013/11/21/two-days-in-nowhere/

January 8th – Teacher’s pet:
Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?
Oh God, there are so many teachers who have had real impacts on my life – for the better and for the worse. I’d literally have to start at the beginning and talk about each one. I’ve been so blessed to have so many amazing educators from Kindergarten to my masters program. How many times do I have to go over this ‘I can’t choose just one’ thing. I seriously don’t even want to start because as soon as I’ll do, I’ll think, but what about him and what about her? Pointless post, but I can’t. It’d be easier to talk about the few who made me want to quit school.

January 9th – 1984:
You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.
Ick. I’m just glad it wasn’t about the book, 1984. No, I’m thinking of Animal Farm. Can I be in the room with Animal Farm? Hated that shit. Okay. Here’s another one. I mean, I wouldn’t want to be in a room with a lot of scary shit. Am I the most evasive and indecisive person ever? I’m locked in a room with decision-making… In all seriousness, I would probably be locked in a room with the knowledge that everyone I know and love is gone. I could probably handle just about anything else.

January 10th – 32 flavors:
Vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?
FFS. It depends, doesn’t it? Is it ice cream? Then probably like… raspberry sherbet. Is it cake? Then probably chocolate. Is it pie? Then cherry.

Okay, I’ve got company coming, so I’m going to take a break. Plus, now I want all sorts of food. It’s gonna be chips ‘n’ queso and wine for us tonight.

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