Remy's Second Life Avatar

I made art! o.o A drawing of Remy's Second Life avatar. He can be found there under the name Jeremy Graycloud. Look him up! :)

Jeremy's Second Life Avatar by ~FourPartFox on deviantART

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Randi

Randi -> Catie

My Dearest Catie,

I'm sure you can only imagine my joy at receiving your letter this afternoon! It was fetched from the box directly, my having expected it today, so rest assured that no time was wasted from its arrival to my reading it!

While I am glad your family is well, I wish your mother the fairest weather possible. You may not wish my stress, yet I still hope that you and yours are in as little discomfort as possible!

As for your most interesting dream, were I but there! I should have tried, my dearest Catie, to help you gain the affection of the lovely Winchester boys! They don't take in anywhere as near Misters Darcy or Bingley, but they are certainly fine boys nonetheless! The younger Winchester, I've heard, even has a face! Can you imagine!

My dearest Catie, as to your assertions that you shall die an old maid, I should think a lady as pleasantly disposed as yourself should have little problems with finding a suitable husband! I'm certain you shall someday receive an offer for marriage, and I dearly hope that I am there to share in your joy!

I have little to speak of since sending my last letter. I must say that my brother, Jeremy, however, has surprised us all by making friends in a lovely game called Second Life! He is contented to do nothing else save sit in this game for hours, holding conversations with his new friends! And there is one in particular that he quite fancies! Dear Catie, please do not be alarmed when I tell you, this friend is another man! Imagine my surprise when I learned of this friend! I must admit, I was not surprised by this friend's gender, merely that dear Jeremy has actually found someone he can enjoy the company of! I can only say, however, that he is happier than he has been in quite some time, and that is enough for me.

I should tell you that I also enjoy time in this game, and have a character of my own! You should certainly consider trying it yourself! There is no fee for this game to play at all! It can be a trifle difficult on a slower system, but I assure you, it is well worth the trouble!

Dearest Catie, I can hardly contain my excitement! My husband, Michael, has blessed us with most fortuitous news! At his place of employment, as you may know, he was only contracted to remain until twenty and three days from now. Well, my dear Catie, I can hardly contain my excitement when I write, but he has been offered a permanent position with the company! His duties have changed a bit, but I am told they are changed for the better! He is in such high spirits! My dear Catie, I have scarcely ever seen him so well disposed!

This most fortuitous turn of events has also lead to more excellent news! We will not have to worry in a fortnight and a half, when his contract was to be complete, how we were going to cover the costs of living! I can tell you, as I am sure you can guess, that we are both incredibly pleased with this news!

My darling husband sends his regards, and wishes you nothing but joy. Please convey my kindest regards to you and yourse, and my hopes that you all remain in the best of health!

Most Sincerely,

Randiriel

It has started.

So I sent Catie (MoH) the first of the penpal letters. This was mentioned before; we have to write in the style of Jane Austin, when sleep deprived, or both. Well, I have been given permission to post the letters here. Exciting! When I finish here, I will post my response, as she has received it.

Please check a couple of back posts! Any letter transcriptions will have the tag "penpals," and have a title saying who wrote it to whom (i.e. I wrote it to Catie? It will say "Randi -> Catie").

How fun is this?!

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Randi

I'm allergic to weekends.

So. I am having another shitty day. My poor iPod had a fight with the pavement. And lost. -cry- I'm not happy. And now I'm at a party. I'm not fond of parties. So it's straight to the booze for me. I hate to do it, but I grabbed a bottle of Mike's nearly as soon as I arrived. I'm not a drunk, this is likely one of two, or perhaps the only one, that I will be having today. I just wanna go home. And crawl into bed and sleep for a few months.

In other news, Remy is addicted to Second Life. It's really bad. So what am I doing? Leeching internet and sitting in Second Life. Sounds good to Remy Sounds antisocial to me. Surprise surprise.

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Randi

Randi <- Catie

Dearest Friend Randiriel,

How very delighted I was upon receiving your letter. Glad am I also to hear that you are in good health, despite you many recent encounters with the local law enforcement. Were I with you, I would have joined in your hilarity, ladylike or not as it may have been.

My family thanks you for your regards, and I hope it should please you that they are all, for the most part, in good health. My mother still suffers from her leg pains in poor weather, but as it is a condition that is likely permanent, bear no stress. She is a strong woman, if not then stubborn, and can handle it.

Ah but would I have such an exciting life as yours! I haven't a single interesting thing to report, and it has been much closer to two years since I was followed by an officer of the law. How very dull it seems my life has become. I shall, instead, tell you about the strangest dream I had, just the other night.

It was a fair spring morning, like any other, when suddenly there was a knock on my door. I went to address my caller and who should it be but my two favorite hunters of the supernatural: Samuel and Dean Winchester themselves!! Can you imagine my surprise, dear Randiriel, when they informed me that they required my assistance on a hunt! A demon hunt, if you can believe it. My mother was fit to kill when I told her, and demanded that the brothers hasten in their departure. No doubt she worried for my safety, as any scars resulting from serious injury would surely hinder my finding a husband. I informed her that I mean to have one of the Winchesters as my husband, and surely joining them would be the quickest means of gaining their affections. In the end, however, the brothers decided to forget about the hunt, as they had suddenly realized that they needed to run to town for some Ben&Jerry's ice cream. Upon their departure, I awoke in such a state of confusion that I could not help but laugh.

How very exciting life would be, if these two were ever to grace reality with their prescence. Would I ever have a husband half as handsome as either one of them, I should be the happiest of wives. As it is though, I fear I shall die an old maid before that happens. Truely my dear friend, you are the the luckier of us two, as you have already found your companion in life, and I would wish the bitter cold winds of lonliness upon not a single person in this world, least of all one of my dearest friends.

Alas! I have run out of things to write! Instead I shall look forward to your letter in return to this one, and worry not over its expediancy, for I know you have many pressing engagements (like watching Supernatural!), and would not want you to rush in your reply.

Give my regards to your husband and family. I wish all of them all, and you of course, in good health.

Yours Sincerely,

Catie

OCARINAAA!

So in case my last post made approximately -21% sense, I ordered an ocarina from Korea a couple weeks ago. So, I had been waiting impatiently for it to arrive. And guess what. It did today! Who guessed right? Oh, good, you get a cookie. No, not you, you should have guessed right. Maybe next time.

-ahem- Anyway! So, the ocarina I ordered is a Noble brand plastic alto C ocarina, in dark red. It's so pretty! It actually has some weight to it, too! It came with a simple fingering chart, a really soft pouch, and a neck strap. I am not exaggerating when I say I've removed it from my neck once since I put the strap on, to eat my ramen (om!). Which I forgot about during the cooking process (oops!). I was so busy looking at and practicing tabs that I left the water boiling for a half hour! Good thing I didn't add the noodles! o.o

Anyways, so I went from the Blue Oc of Death to my beautiful red ocarina that I have named Hassou {(n) Japanese for: expression (e.g. in music); idea; conception}. And her sound is so, SO much better than the Blue Oc of Death! Whereas the BOoD sounds airy and like it's dying, Hassou sounds beautiful, full, and clear! Click below for a sound sample of me (!) playing one of the first songs I learned, Zelda's Lullaby from...can anyone guess? You over there, want to redeem yourself? Yeeess, The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Now you get a cookie! Enjoy.



So, yeah, not much else to talk about right now. My arm still hurts from Saturday, though.

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Randi

I'm having a shitty day. Tell me a joke.

SWEARS AHEAD!

VENT ALERT!

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!

This weekend has sucked so far, overall. Some good stuff, but all in all just a festering aura of blahjivobnrijktjfmicsdkf. So. Recap!

All sorts of annoying shit happened yesterday, including attending a counciling appointment with someone that wasn't there but wouldn't bother to tell me for the hour I waited. Or the receptionist didn't tell her I was there. Or whatever. Bull shit. This is the second damn appointment she's missed with me IN A ROW. At least LAST time she had the decency to call and let me know, so I didn't have to get up at ten thirty in the damn morning. She KNOWS I don't do mornings. So I had to sit for an hour in smoker's aura, listening to people bad mouth the president I voted for and fully support, and talk about how they hate the lack of religion in schools, preaching about how they know everything and kids these days are morons (they are, but still), and how it's bull shit that they took the Pledge out of schools (it is; if kids really don't want to say 'God,' they won't: KSSH this is the voice of experience), and how bull shit it is that they took out the bible (it's not, I don't wanna have to read that crap; I was scarred enough by Catcher in the Rye and To Kill a Mockingbird), and how they don't want their kids learning about sex ed from some teacher (uhh, a TEACHER is gonna teach it better, and so many parents DON'T teach it, and kids NEED to know, or they're gonna mess around, and get babies havin' babies).

So then I got home and got the mail. STILL NO OCARINA. So then I went and had a generally shitty day the rest of the day.

Then I woke up at the ass-crack-of-dawn today for school, and we reviewed and my arm hurts from the review (long story that I don't feel like typing), and I had to do one full manicure and two repairs (one of which was the full manicure) which I don't mind. I actually rather like giving massage; I have a healing touch, and I love the reaction I get from people (that feels so good, I'm gonna fall asleep, mmmmm, et cetera). There was lunch somewhere in there, in which I went with a group of students (there were nine of us) to KC's Rib Shack down the road. Spent 11 bucks for a meal that made us five minutes late, it came out so slowly. Finally got the instructor's cell number; now I can bombard her with random texts at WTF at night. But anyway, got a microdermabrasion after lunch, which stung. Not too bad. Left school, drove home in the sun. Bad idea. Feels like I have a sunburn, now. I don't, it's normal, but ow just the same.

So I got home and checked the mail. STILL NO DAMN OCARINA! -sob- I just wanna play on an instrument I HAVEN'T nicknamed the Blue Ocarina of Death!

So yeah. Shitty day.

So how was your weekend?

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Randi

Randi -> Catie

My dearest Catie:

I must admit I am trembling with humour, and can hardly contain it! I don't want to alarm you when I tell you, three police officers attempted to pull me over today! I can scarce believe it myself, but there it is!

The first officer was very easy to avoid, as he was just a speed trap. But my dear Catie, you'll have a fright when you learn where he was! He was stationed right at one of the entrances to your work! I saw him straight away, of course, and promptly slowed down a touch; I was traveling a bit over the speed limit at the time, you see. And I tell you, Catie, he hardly offered me a second glance! I must have been far too plain for him to notice me!

The second, my dearest Catie, was actually a bit more nerve wracking! Now, again, you mustn't be alarmed, as I'm shaking with laughter as I write this! I was at the corner of Central street and Ferry street, waiting to turn onto Ferry, when I saw a police officer pull into the Cumberland Farms there! Naturally, I went slowly onto Ferry street. A few moments later, I saw a car behind me! My dearest Catie, I was so frightened, as I thought it was that horrid Mr. Darcy!

But, after a moment to calm myself, I remembered that there were no other cars on the road! Believe me when I tell you that I knew then whom it was! It could be none other than that police officer that had pulled into the Cumberland Farms! Well, I knew straight away that I was safe, as I make it a strict habit to always travel the speed limit when I'm being followed so closely! I promise you, dear Catie, that I was completely safe!

Some distance later, when I had almost approached the Merrimack River, I chanced a glance behind me, and lo! There he was, turning around behind me, giving up his hoped query! Believe me, dear Catie, when I say that I let out a loud laugh quite unbecoming a lady! I must confess to also speeding across the bridge that covers the Merrimack! Don't worry, though, Catie, as he was long gone at that point!

Some distance later, on the corner of Main Street and East Hollis Street, I could scarce believe it, but there! At the light, sat another police officer! I embarrassed myself greatly by letting out another loud laugh! And with my window open a tiny bit, too! Well, when the light turned green for him, he turned onto West Hollis Street. My very destination! And, my dearest Catie, much to my merriment, he turned left onto the very next street!

When the light turned green, I cautiously pulled forward, because I suspected foul play. Not a moment goes by, and lo! the light in front of me turned red, and there sat the very same police officer! I had to laugh again! He had the green, and so had to go ahead of me! Well, dearest Catie, believe me when I say that I travelled the speed limit the rest of the way home!

I do hope I have not caused you undue stress, dear Catie! I should sooner like to have been pulled over in actuality!

Please send my regards to your mother; I hope she is in good health. And your father and brother, as well.

I hope to hear back from you soon!

Yours,
Randi