She yawned, her white cryobed waking her and hissing open to yet another standard morning in her blue-lit room. As on most mornings, her first thought was that at least she liked the government standard color for single middle-aged adults' rooms. She stepped out, waited a moment to make sure her balance was regained, and stepped to the Holovice just by the graphic windowpad located across the room from her cryobed.
They may consider her crazy for not leaving the Holovice completely on automatic, but she liked having a small activity before the placidness of everyday work life; she felt it was a good way to make sure she was awake and alert. She activated the SenseNet first, then the window for the day's pleasant view; as she took a moment to stare at the peaceful scene of calm water flowing down a natural stone sculpture, her mind wandered towards the status of her life. There were no outcasts in this utopian society, a tradition stemming from finally realizing the need for teams and companionship during the end of the Final Wars, but she came close.
She shuddered as a thought suddenly raced across her mind; no, a small manual activity was a very strange concept here, but at least it was not nearly as bad as the history she studied and taught in an Older Edifice of Block 6 -- that wild approach to life the Twenty-First Centurions had; it had once fascinated her, when she'd known so little about how they really lived. The romantic vids didn't include a lot of reality, and oh, how dispelled she'd come to be not even a day into her job. But a job was a job, and once one had chosen it, it was permanent. But oh, how could anyone have survived in such barbaric times? How could women have enjoyed -- and in some cases even encouraged!! -- such lewd attention from such beasts as the men of those times were?!
She shivered again as she stepped inside the cleansing device which stood in the remaining corner of her room, but her morbid musings were melted away as if by the warmth caused by the sanipod's steaming.
As her morale improved, she took comfort in the predictability of a well-controlled life.

She yawned and awoke to yet another standardly lit morning in her ocean blue-tinted room. At least she liked the color even if it was the government standard for single middle-aged adults, a fact she mused on as she did most mornings on her way to the Holovice she'd installed long ago by the graphic windowpad directly across the room from the side of her personal chryobed. They may consider her crazy for not leaving the Holovice solely on automatic, but she liked having a small activity before the placidness of everyday work life. She activated the SenseNet first, then the window for the day's pleasant view; as she stared at the peaceful scene of calm water flowing down a natural stone sculpture, her mind wandered towards how her life was. There were no outcasts in this utopian society, a tradition stemming from finally realized need for teams and companionship during the end of the Final Wars, but she came close.
Then shuddered as a thought ran across her mind; no, a small manual activity was a very strange concept here, but at least it was not nearly as bad as the history she studied and taught in Older Edufice Block 6 -- that wild approach to life the Twenty-First Centurions had; it had once fascinated her, when she'd known so little about how they really lived. The romantic vids didn't include a lot of reality, and oh, how dispelled she'd come to be not even a day into her job. But a job was a job, and once one had chosen it was permanent. But oh, how could anyone have survived in such barbaric times? How could women have enjoyed -- and in some cases even encouraged!! -- such lewd attention from such beasts as the men of those times were? She shivered again as she stepped inside the cleansing device which stood in the remaining corner of her flatspace, but her morbid musings were melted away as if by the warmth as the sanipod steamed.
As her morale improved, she took comfort in the predictability of a well-controlled life.

I am so so so so so sorry I haven't been online in a while. I promise I'll be better about it now. :)

And if I'm not, you can always yell at me/bug me on one of my Skypes:
suzuhana.miku
S4pph1reL0ve

:)

P.S. I won't be on a WHOLE lot though, because I have college and Minecraft, but I should at least be on weekly; and I'll be on a lot today because I'm way behind in MS Access and I'm trying to catch up but it wants to make my brain fry over things like "press tab" EVEN THOUGH ENTER DOES THE SAME THING AND SHOULD WORK AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

On another note, apparently I'm ADHD. Yay! I'm fun. :D
Though it means I'll struggle with depression. And I'm too compulsive. :(
But hey, that just means I need to work on it so I can recognize when it's happening and try to counteract it. ^^

Yes, I'm that good at talking about myself. Lol.

Well anyway, hi again! :D
Please don't hate me. x.x

I have to post and run, but just so all my friends (which, to me, are everyone I was talking to and everyone in my friends list) know, because I can't PM all of you this, because I have to go for now:

Sorry to all my friends, because I haven't been on FFR in forever. I'm not ignoring you, it's just that SL was so fun... it took over my computer time... but, if I have to, I will find a sticky note pad and stick sticky-notes reminding me to return to FFR and GaiaOnline and DA regularly all over myself and walk around town like that. Again, I am really, really, really super sorry!! I hope you can forgive me for forgetting you. I'm especially sorry for forgetting you for so long. It wasn't right. And I am really, really, really super-duper sorry!!!

Am I lame or what!? I leave the site for a while to escape this really annoying kid... I find out I succeed, I'm happy again that I can return to the site without worrying about him... and I've totally forgotten how to edit my profile on THIS site. Gah! Right now my mental image of mysself is this chibi character, that's white and still like a stone, mouth hanging wide open, eyes just large circles, a sweat drop on the forehead, in TOTAL embarrassed shock about myself. Man, I'm so dumb. Heheh. Lol.

Ooh! One more thing - this is the really random point in my post - OH MY GoSH ABOUT AN HOUR AGO THERE WAS THIS ARMY DUDE SITTING IN A ChAIR AT A COMPUTER, HERE, IN THIS LIBRARY, AT A COMPUTER NEAR THE ONE I'M USING. WOOOW! SO COOL! SWEET!

Oh yeah and I went back to the Army Recruitment building to make an appointment to talk to them, or whatever, and there were a bunch of guys in there... so I just grabbed the last buisness card in the holder (it was by the window), and scrammed out of there real fast. I hope no one saw me - I'm sure they were too busy with that they were doing. Besides, it would have been embarassing... *GASP* And the name on the card was different from the one I got from the high school several months ago! :O

Oh yeah and the time before that that I walked in there, there was a guy and a squahsed-headed Army Recruiter and they got up real fast to see who came in, right? I figure they were probably whispering words of love or something.... either that or maybe the health inspector was supposed to arrive that day. I think. Oh well, not like it's messy or anything. But seriously! I'm sticking to my "words of love" opinion about them. Ha ha. :P