Sweetness

<3 Lyssie

I think your mom might be worse than my parents, James. I didn't think that was possible.

Thanks, Eero. I'm glad it's not just my parents.

I love this thread. This thread is awesome. So, my car broke down a few weeks ago. Or rather, my parents' car, a 2005 Chrysler PT Cruiser. Remember this fact, it comes into play later in this rant. I was driving, the Check Engine Light started blinking at me, and I pulled over and called my dad. This was my first mistake. Dad says "It needs oil." No REDACTED? It's last oil change was six months ago. How do I know this? I'm the one that paid for it! My parents don't do things like "oil changes" or "standard maintenance." They wait for the car to die and then call "Reginald," the "mechanic" who worked on my beloved Explorer before it died tragically last year. The thing about Reginald is, he came to fix the Explorer. Two weeks later, it had a completely unrelated problem. So, Reginald came to fix it again. This happened about five times before the engine seized and in order to fix it, we would have had to pay as much as we still owed on the loan for the thing. So, I am sitting in a random parking lot, and I go buy oil from a gas station. Now, I don't know how to do this, so I call my friend's step-dad for back-up. We dump two quarts of oil into it and try to start it up. The car is shaking like an epileptic chihuahua. And it shuts off when I throw it in reverse. This is not good. Long story short, we manage to get it home. After, mind, finding out the hard way that our roadside assistance plan expired. I've got my friend's truck, so it's not too big a deal. Next day, my wonderful, intelligent, responsible father decides he's going to drive the PT to a car part store to get a diagnostic run. Half an hour later, I get a call to come pick him up from the random neighborhood the car died in. And what does my dad do to remedy the situation? HE CALLS REGINALD!!!!!!! *headdesk* Reginald comes and tows the car to his shop. He tells us, at first, that the problem is the fuel pump. About $300 to fix. That's a lot, but not devastating. Then, we don't hear anything from Reginald for a week. And then another week. Now, apparently, two of it's four cylinders are broken. (Gee, I wonder how that happened?) And it's not the fuel pump at all! So now, we get it back, and we get to pay $1000 to get it fixed. My parents took out a loan for it. Because they are smart. It's just. Just. *ragespren* I'm like 87% certain that a standard oil change ($30, for the record) would have prevented all of this. But we "can't afford" oil changes. We can afford sushi restaurants, and trips to see "Spiritual healers" who stare at you for five minutes. But not oil changes! Oh no! That's far too much money! Seriously! Take preventative measures. They may not seem like a big deal, but they save trouble down the road. My parents do not seem to understand this. That's why the truck died. That's why we keep getting kicked out of houses. That's why our credit sucks and why we never have any money! Just, REDACTEDing use your REDACTED brains. I know you have them. If I can figure this stuff out, you should be able to, too. I'm twenty-one. You're pushing sixty. This is not how the parent-child relationship is supposed to work. Okay? Okay. I'm done now. Thanks, guys. <3

Not even if I make you cookies?

Just go with it, guys. Just go with it.

Don't you get all high and mighty on me, boy. I will upvote the crap out of you

Ladies and gentlemen of the 17th Shard, I give you... Payback.

Woo! Congratulations! I just got my third job, myself.

Crabwasps! Come on people, I'm trying to coin a term here. Go with it

I would like to announce that I no longer have an interview today. I now have an interview on Wednesday.

The Dozer Empire is spreading.

I would like to announce that I have an interview tomorrow and I am psyched.

You want to go? Let's go. Bring it on, Glowboy. *fighting pose*

Jerkface.

Windrunner is a soulcaster, guys. Watch out.

I would like to announce that I am now a Sugarbinder. You will all bow before my confectionary powers! Life Before Death! Strength before Weakness! Dessert before Dinner!

The 17th Shard chat room hosts intelligent conversations.

I would like to announce this: (Bad picture of a picture, sorry. Can't find cable for my camera)

That is so cool! I'm going to go look for this weekend.

New Pratchett!? I must find it. Is it like Nation? I mean, in the distinctly-un-Discworldy-feel kind of way?

Point: Lightsong was so not gay. Other than that, I tend to agree with you. With Alethkar's rigid gender roles, I feel like homosexuality in either males or females would be so taboo as to be almost inconceivable, though.

I'm sorry, I have to disagree. The names fit the intents perfectly. Ruin is active destruction. Evidence of that is abundant in all the books. Preservation, I think, may have retained a little more of his humanity than Ruin, but neither creation or destruction were within his abilities. He could still want to change things, but he couldn't do it by himself. Stasis may fit that, but it's not as elegant, I think. It implies a certain... detachment. And honestly, none of the other names you've offered fit, really. Structure and Entropy aren't really opposed to each other. Law and Chaos just aren't right. (Great argument, right ). Preservation can't create, so Increase doesn't fit. And, again, Reduction isn't active destruction.

^ I upvoted for you

The Hope of Elantris was written after a girl in Pemberly's class did a book report on Elantris. The girl's name was Matisse. "Ati" is the only letter grouping in that name that follows the pattern of Aons.