Daily Commentary

Opening an online store for novelty gifts!

Fri, 25 Jan 2008 19:28:15 GMT

AlleyCat Studios now has an online store. You can find unique novelty gifts for gamers,geeks and more. I plan to update with new styles often. I thought it might be fun to create funny internet style shirts and some for Second Life.

I will probably be adding a matching in-world t-shirt store. Take a look. :)

http://www.cafepress.com/alleycatstudios

Neutral Good Human Ranger (5th Level)

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 04:38:48 GMT

I Am A: Neutral Good Human Ranger (5th Level)

Ability Scores:

Strength-17

Dexterity-18

Constitution-13

Intelligence-16

Wisdom-18

Charisma-19

Alignment:
Neutral Good A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because because it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.

Race:
Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.

Class:
Rangers are skilled stalkers and hunters who make their home in the woods. Their martial skill is nearly the equal of the fighter, but they lack the latter's dedication to the craft of fighting. Instead, the ranger focuses his skills and training on a specific enemy a type of creature he bears a vengeful grudge against and hunts above all others. Rangers often accept the role of protector, aiding those who live in or travel through the woods. His skills allow him to move quietly and stick to the shadows, especially in natural settings, and he also has special knowledge of certain types of creatures. Finally, an experienced ranger has such a tie to nature that he can actually draw on natural power to cast divine spells, much as a druid does, and like a druid he is often accompanied by animal companions. A ranger's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that he can cast.

Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)

Splitsville Grand Opening Friday Jan 4th 2008

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 15:46:50 GMT

The Splitsville Bowling And Billiards Lounge is officially open inside Second Life. Sound familiar to anyone? Well if it does than you know theres a real one in Tampa,FL. Im proud to be one of the prominent builders of thier Second Life location under the guidance of In-World Studios owner Dire.

The Grand Opening was a super hit with the fantastic band Space Junkies kicking it off in style. My two favorite people Delena & August, were there to support me during this sim packing party.

The bowling system Dire scripted is alot of fun too. We all tried it out later that evening. Delena beat us! Theres gotta be something we can beat her at! :)

2 Days To The New Year!

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 13:58:44 GMT

Only 2 days left before the New Year. 2007 has been a tough but also good year for me. My hope is that 2008 is alot better. Time for a few resoloutions I think. So heres my top 3 in no real order:

1. Make a super sucess of Alleycat Studios
2. Be faithful to my loves.
3. Create a sucessful new world.

Theres other things but those are main ones.

It's Not In Me..

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 18:10:57 GMT

Im a little dissapointed in myself. I want to both become this cruel strict mistress and show my prizes what I am capable of, and I also feel like its not in me to do so. I used to be able to do it without question. Perhaps it is because I am in, dare I say it.. in love.. with both of them. I just want to smile and cuddle and goof off. I suppose I should admit also I was hoping maybe to get caught. But then I couldnt just stand there and let them, that would be weak.
I dont want to be a mistress.. I dont want to be a slave... I just wanted to prove my point and that was my capabilitys.
But will they find me weak if I let them go?

Uncertainty..

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 14:11:59 GMT

I'll make this short because its just a little something I have to get off my chest thats a bit confusing and almost sad. Last night was a blast and I had a good time hunting with August and Delena. Got alot of work done.

But the evening we were being a little naughty for the first time in ages.. And it simply fell apart. It just bugs me because im not sure why. But I guess things like this happen for a reason. Maybe it was to much? Well thats all..

Christmas Fun

Sun, 02 Dec 2007 13:58:02 GMT

What's Your Christmas Movie Match?

My Result: It's a Wonderful Life

A real romantic at heart, you're happiest when you're snuggled up in the arms of someone you love. Or at least like a little. Sentimental and good-hearted, like your Christmas cinema counterpart, people know they can turn to you when they need a shoulder to lean on. It's a wonderful life when you're never short on dates.

You do like to be by yourself from time to time, but that just makes it even nicer to get back together with your loved ones. It's true! Every time your phone rings because yet another friend is calling you, an angel gets its wings.

Take this test >

Tis The Season...

Fri, 23 Nov 2007 14:22:46 GMT

With Thanksgiving over, my thoughts turn to the Christmas Season ahead. There are those special people in your life that seem to come instantly to mind. I am reminded of a favorite Christmas story of mine which I will share a version I found.

Gift of The Magi

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents.

And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and cry. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest.

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To me this story is a reminder that you will do anything for those you love. Love and such devotion is something that is rare to find. I feel like I am blessed enough to have people that I would do anything for. And I am sure they might do the same for me.

A Sense of Peace & Rumors Of War

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 15:11:39 GMT

Impossible as it may seem there is a sort of peace that seems to be surrounding Delena, August, and myself. August himself is still healing from his ordeal and seems not to blame us for what we felt we had to do. I think that day was a day of madness but it is past. It seems that its true you can only move forward after something like that.

The deep sorrow we all feel radiates as well, because of poor little Adorna who helped save Augusts life. The evil queen of Lumindor, The twisted leader of the Fang, and the sick minded drow matron took the sweet innocent Adorna and tortured her in various ways, trying to draw August back for more pain at thier hands. They killed her and no doubt plan to keep her spirit tortured as well. We could not save her...

We are aware that we are all three hunted by two Lolth worshipping drow houses. I have struggled with wanting to destroy them in some grand way... and yet wanting to simply stay out of site and let this whole thing blow over... Somehow I doubt that it will for a long long time. Izz seems bent on tormenting August in one fashion or another and seems to almost jealously cling to his mind. The best course of action may be to simply remove that link if possible. Is it..

Aglarond seems on the alert as alliances form and eyes watch the shore lines for invaders. There are rumors that some attack could be comming. I wonder if this attack has to do with our presence in Aglarond. I do not wish any harm on the people here by the sickening depraved minds of Lumindor. Only a few good relationships were formed there in the early days. But otherwise... Thats a place I hope to forget someday....

The Day From Hell

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 23:10:46 GMT

I woke to him screaming, we both did. Delena immediatly was on her feet, a look of deep concern on her face. "I might have caused him pain.." she said looking guilty. She handed me a note in a hurry she said he left in our main room and was out the door. I read it quick and hurried to catch up. I knew where he was without him telling me. Who else could cause him such agony? The Lumindor Drow. I hurried to catch up to Delena grabbing my weapons and my cloak. We arrived at thier doors. I was ready to tear the bastards apart for hurting him... hurting August. I was distraught. I wasnt able to think of anything but reaching him. A taunting shadowy voice i recognised as Eth'Vyr's came echoing from the halls below. "Force your way in and I will kill him." It sounded like they already were killing him, the bastards.

Delena was steadily preparing a portal spell when Onyx opened the wards blocking our entry. Door open I didnt hesitate to push past her and hurry down before she could close the way. I heard her cursing behind me but i kept going. The next thing I knew I was in the room a bolt aimed at the male Eth'Vyr. I saw red i wanted to kill that bastard when i saw August cut up on the floor. Delena was soon beside me. Somehow we managed to get him out using a portal spell. We returned to Aglarond with two drow armies on our trail but once we were safe in the fortress they could'nt touch us and I finally could heal him. Which I did.

I was so angry he went back there and was in danger but I was more worried about healing him, making him feel better. I could lecture this man I loved later about going there yet again and falling prey to some deception. It was then I asked him why they would torture him like this. And what happened. The answer has and probably will haunt me for a long time. He told me he attacked the Matron Izztander. The pregnant matron of lumindor with throwing knives after getting her alone. But failed..

Delena left the room with a cold stoney gaze, only after several minuetes did she tell me she was returning to take him back to them for his punishment that we wrongly interrupted. I could not disagree, I could not give a valid reason why he should be spared after attacking the pregnant matron, innocent lives were nearly taken because of this madness.

I told him he was now just like them, those drow he claimed to hate so much. Using deception, lies, backstabbing, and attacking those weaker for his own gain. Willing to murder to get what it was he desired. That he was steeped in intrigue so deep he kept going back despite hurting the women he claimed daily to love.

That walk is burned into my mind, taking him to them, thier eyes watching, just as ready to turn on us once they claimed him. im sick sick SICK with the memory. Ill have nightmares forever.. and now Delena and I are the hunted. I watched Delena last night, her pain snap, the darkness pulling her close, the caring leave her eyes. I cried, cried for her, for August, for myself. I dont know what horrors they did to him but its apparent the two daggers I slipped him didnt help. Hes alive, i know.. but to what end...

Close All The Windows And Scream...

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 13:47:48 GMT

Arrrgggg! So... when it boils down to relationships im a complete mess. Apparently I just dont know much about some men. But then I never came across one like August. Hes so wonderfully frustrating. I dont know if I should be angry with him, frightened of him, or if I want to love him to death. Is Delena right about this I wonder... She says keeps saying hes doing the same things over and over. For example swearing he cares for us, and then telling us to stay away from danger or provoking dangerous people, then turning around and complaining we are doing nothing to further our influence with people. And worse.. comparing us to one he claims he can barely stand, the reason for our difficulties in the first place. Because he was and perhaps still is facinated with her. It makes me want to scream...

He wants us to be proud of him yet.. he keeps doing these things. I really want to just smile at him, hug him hello, go have a good time, maybe cause some productive mischief but these little circumstances and comparisons keep getting in the way. Why would you compare someone you say you love to your supposed enemy and worse, past desire? How that hurts I doubt he has a clue.

I have no solid footing here on this cold mountain. Im a novice.. grasping at crumbling rocks for dear life, trying to reach a goal perhaps I was foolish to dream of. *sighs* Why cant there be an elevator to the top..

Sleeping & Waking...

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 21:37:14 GMT

It had to be perfect, Cat was tired of feeling so weak and unsure. She felt the power rolling in like a tide comming in from the ocean. It rumbled through her body and into her eyes, building, growing, and soon making her entire being shake. That was it! This was what she was supposed to do.

Suffocating, Cat felt the tide of power rising to fast to stop it. It was ripping through her and suddenly Delena was there. D was saying something... she could barely understand it.. "Cat! Love!? Cat...." Delenas voice was fading, and Cat felt herself falling. Damn this painful lack of control, but she felt.. better.

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Cat woke up to find herself bruised as if she had been roughly dropped. In addition her body ached in ways it never had before. She felt more opened up, her bodys capability to hold power stronger. Yet she was still somewhat weak from the experience. She glances over seeing Delena and smiles, then frowns seeing many things. There was Talathions sword, Delena's ward glowing around it magically. A banishing spell... she recognised it as a very powerful ward. Delena looked tired, bandaged by one of the healers and she seemed to be just waking herself. Another glance at the calendar revealed the story, it had been two days...

CSI:NY Second Life Episode

Thu, 25 Oct 2007 12:20:50 GMT

Last night I felt like a part of history in the making. The real star was my friend Cait who is the lead animator for a project dealing with CSI NY on CBS. She also played several of the avatars used in shooting the CSI scenes. Last night she invited me to her viewing party in game and I was honored to be a guest there. Im so proud to be her friend and im proud of her hard work on this project.
She has helped me alot in fact, she got me connected with several jobs within SL that has literally saved me from some seriously bad times. Anyways im just so thrilled for her and it sounds like theres more in the works for her with CSI and with other projects. Second Life is one of those places where dreams do come true.

Absence..

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 14:22:34 GMT

Life has been rather busy lately. I fear I have not gotten much time in with those I care about. But Oh how my heart warms when I see Delena and August standing there. I fear this will turn into mushy romantic nonsence if I elaborate, but suffice it to say that I love to see them both. Yesterday August gave Delena and myself a gorgeous pair of earrings to celebrate newfound strengths. I have the feeling it was not just my recent discoverys, but how well things have been going for all of us in general.

I doubt those two know what they mean to me... but I digress..

I became considerably more busy and had to run errands but returned later to have a rather intresting discussion with August, Delena, and a newcomer to Aglarond and the Drow Matron. I find myself less worried lately when I see drow in general. Im not sure what in particular really bothered me about them. Of course Augusts past obsessive behavior with them often bothered me, but I have learned to let past things like those drop. Lately its been more simply thier nature, they tend to conceal everything including emotions from outsiders and each other. I suppose such a thing goes against my nature. I tend to think people should express how they feel within reason, and not keep emotions bottled up ready to explode.

Anyways im off to do more work, it certainly helps to get thoughts out on paper like this. :)

Worries..

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 12:14:47 GMT

Delena did not feel well yesterday and perhaps its just her way, but she was super clingy to me. I felt bad for her but she also seemed to want to shun the world, at lweast mostly, so it could be just us. Ok im a little flattered too... I mean who doesnt want to be wanted? My thing is I cant just ignore all the rest of my friends when she gets that way.

All I know is I hope she feels better today.... I think it was probably temporary insanity.

Oops Ouch..

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 13:13:13 GMT

Lately everyones been having fun exploring and goofing off. Halloween haunts are a blast and theres ALOT to see. Some of these people are really creative. We also have explored many other places together and have had fun. Now since yesterday evening I have been feeling not so well. ((RL issues with my body getting ready for having my baby soon..yikes.)) So I rested early and ended up getting up early this morning, my two favorite people we're up early too, August and Delena. I was happy to see them but somehow we got into an argument of sorts over some other people we knew. Well more specifically I know better than to say to much about certain ones.. and I am so not a morning person. Anyways what came out probably wasnt put the way it should have been oy... It just got worse until I got a headache, apologised when I realised what I sounded like, and sent myself back to bed for a nap.

The last thing I want to do right now is get upset over ghosts and ruin the fun we are all having.

The Party That Almost Never Ended...

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 13:49:00 GMT

Yesterday at 12:30 pm SLT a party started in Aglarond on the beach. I admit I was not there for the start of it, but 5 hours later NO JOKE, the party was still going! In the 6th hour or so August, Delena and I joined them and had a couple hours of fun ourselfs. I have NO IDEA when that thing finally ended but DAMN, Those people in Aglarond can sure as heck throw a party!

The music was fun, a great tecno re-mix of some awesome songs. Delena was looking Deeelishious in her black thong bikini. So many times I caught myself drooling over that. Good lord that womans hot... reminds me why I went Bi. And August was being particularly sweet and sexy spinning us around and giving us those looks.. uh huh... you know.. THOSE kind. So tempting.

Anyways we had a blast yesterday, my hope is we will again today. Theres always something trying to sneak up and take away your happyness but im ready to blast any such crap to kingdom come. Meet my happy rocket launcher!

Tropical Fun..

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 13:22:05 GMT

Last night August, Delena, and myself went to look for a boat we could use to explore different waterways. What we found was a sleek and sexy 4 seater plus two sunbathing spots on the front. It was not the more rustic look I was hoping to find but for everywhere but medieval style sims it works! We got into more casual clothing which was a fun change from our typical clothing. A bare chested August just cant be a bad thing. :) And a tiger bikini clad Delena cant be a bad thing either.

We had alot of fun together and stayed up pretty late. I hope more nights like those happen!

Look What I Found!

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 18:56:41 GMT

We are citizens of Aglarond, but I found this video of its origins created by one of the admins. I figured id share it here. Some things are the same, others are different. Check it out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F19LdYOfuo4

Morning Musings..

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 12:47:20 GMT

Its funny how sometimes your sure your at the end of your rope, about to collapse, then something clicks and the dark clouds roll away and the sunlight is so bright your blinded by its brilliance.
This is what happened last night with Delena and myself. We both could never seem to see eye to eye on things concerning August. I won't get into the hows and whys anymore, im sure i've ranted on that before. But I want to smile and jump for joy at how Delena and I finally saw the light last night. It seems almost stupid... no..it was VERY stupid how we were acting. We wanted the same thing but were holding onto clashing ways of how to achieve it and hurting August as well as ourselfs. I can happily say that the past pain we all went through has now had its funeral and is buried.

I am so looking forward to the days ahead, truely, Delena is with me. And WE are with August.

Can't Sleep...

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 08:05:25 GMT

Tossing and turning tonight...Theres no way to sleep for me...
So much is on my mind like a weight pressing down. Last night I talked to August a long time. We went over alot of things having to do with Delena and ourselfs. I was suprised that he realised how torn I felt because of my strong feelings for him that remain. Delena feels more hurt by his past actions than I do. I understood that of course but i could see that he was trying.
He has made so many loving gestures lately towards us both that my dissapointments in the past have faded in this new light.
Im not sure how to handle Delena when it comes to this..
The only way I could see for her to heal was to help take the pressure off her by insisting that she focus on the one sure thing she did want from August which was friendship. So I talked to August about it and then to her. It seems they are in agreement for the moment. Still I feel the tension...
I hope im doing the right thing..

Dreams?

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 11:37:45 GMT

Just a quick note here...

Sometimes I have vivid emotional dreams that have some attachment to reality. And sometimes they are just fears... Seeing the difference is sometimes difficult. Ive been right quite alot lately however. Im not sure what to think. It seems to be especially accurate with certain people. So when you go to bed smiling about someone and wake up wanting to tell them to shove thier kisses you wonder what in the hell just happened.

Building Contest

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 22:21:43 GMT

Starting at 12am SLT in the sim of Aglarond there was a building contest today. We had 2 hours to use 30 prims to build a suprise object. They told us at the begining of the event that the object was a gazebo. So Delena and I started to build. At first we thought two hours was alot but as time went by it was almost not enough!
Everyone seemed to have thier own ideas on what style to build. There was an ancient looking elven style one with torches, a marble gazebo with a fountain and red gem, another one that was an ancient style with a fountain and curtains. Delena built a somewhat oriental style one of wood with a door that looked like a sword. And I built one that I named the Starlight Lovers Gazebo. It was black iron on the bottom with a floor of moving stars and a dome of stars as well. I added a bronze statue of two lovers and stars raining down on them.
At judging time we each got to look at each others work and I was very impressed. Honestly I thought perhaps mine was to simple compared to everyone elses. There were 5 builders and we each voted for the one we liked best, but not our own. When the simbul of Aglarond announced that I had won with 3 of 5 votes I was suprised and thrilled! My prize was a free month of rent at the fortress.
So thats todays adventure so far!

Dancing Emotion Joy Music...

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 15:30:18 GMT

Heaven...

Thats one word to describe this morning. Recently I purchased a piano to place in my castle. Today I found a space for it in the main entrance room between the columns near the thrones. I spent the morning fine tuning my lovely new instrument and chatting with Delena. After which I presented her with a brand new flute of her own. She was very happy. The radient smile on her face made it all well worth the effort of finding the piece.

One thing I realised we had been missing was the simple joys of a quiet morning away from the inky darkness of the world. So I took her slender hand in mine and we danced by the piano most of the morning stealing kisses and discussing the joy of our new home in Aglarond. We discussed our dear August as well and how much more relaxed he seemed to be now that he was not in Lumindor so often. Yet we both knew he was still very much attatched to Lumindor and his remaining station as an administrator there.

Later today in Aglarond there was going to be a building contest with the very nice prize of a free month of rent for the fortress we now have a tower apartment in. Delena and I definatly plan to attend this event. In fact we look forward to it.

Suprises & Fun

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 13:13:52 GMT

Yesterday Delena and I recieved a note from August saying he wanted to meet us for something. The only clues we had were notes that he had sent something to the 'queens' of Lumindor also. Naturally we were curious and maybe a tad nervous about what all that could mean. So we waited.

Finally later that evening we were able to find out what it was. He told us he had left the position of ambassador to the drow. We were pretty shocked considering how much he wanted to have that position when he started. However I was happy because his being around the drow did nothing but cause heartache for all of us.

He now also has a home in Aglarond in the fortress near ours, so we can all visit. Did I mention how beautiful Aglarond is yet? If not its beyond description. I love the ocean, I love caverns, and this place has ample of both!

But the suprises were not done. Soon August escorted Delena and I to the Arbor resturant for a private dinner in the sky. Complete with a server, who was a little bit odd but sweet. We enjoyed wine, sushi, and Lobster Bisque that was absoloutely perfect. I thought it was rather funny how we all seemed to want to order the same things.

After dinner we all danced, although we had to take turns. I would love to see three person dances in SL that are not just grind nasty dances. Not that those are all bad. *winks* I may just have to make some myself. Then we went for a quiet walk. By then I was so tired I had to go to bed shortly after. ((I almost feel ancient sometimes, Im just 26 but when I was 18 I could stay up for 2 days straight no problem. Sheesh now I can barely push 1am without crashing usually.))

I had quite pleasant dreams of it all night.. Thank you August.