[CENTER][SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Ok, did a CPR course and i'm feeling exhausted and sore.
Yes, i passed which is the main thing.
Still, it's a lot of hard work to keep a person to stay alive.
My knees, back and hands hurts, glad it's all over [XD][/COLOR][/SIZE][/CENTER]

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[FONT="Century Gothic"][B]Jaydin was born from a snake goddess and a human. His mother abandoned him and his seven brothers and sisters not too long after their birth. Their father tried to raise them for a time but he eventually couldn't handle taking care of them all. In the end, he fled with the most fragile of his children and left the others to fend for themselves.

And they were fine with this, for they were born for it. But although they knew they could take care of themselves, they loved their father and they missed him. They were meant to be left alone. but their human father couldn't leave them and stayed with them for so many years. Seven children, serpentine at that, would eventually be quite a burden for him. And they realized that. The last to be born from their mother was weak in constitution and they were grateful that their father took the youngest of them all. They believed that this was the way it had to be.

Jaydin was one of the most mature yet stubborn of his siblings. For a time he looked after his brothers and sisters, but they soon wanted to explore the world they were born into. Reluctantly, he understood this and, one by one, his kin began to part from him, eager to traverse their part of this world. He worried for them and prayed for them but he would not bring himself to stop them. Eventually, he was the only one left in the home they were brought up in.

Others would notice a strange serpentine child living all alone in a darkly lit house. They soon grew unreasonably frightened of him and his solitary ways. They were so afraid that the town council decided that he should go to an orphanage. And he was fine with that. He didn't mind at all. At first, all the other children were scared of him, just as the rest of the townspeople were. But as time went by and the children got to know Jaydin, they realized how caring he was. For the children had brought back the brotherly side of him that he had lost living alone. He enjoyed this new family he had acquired but he never forgot his true home and family.

When he became of age to be allowed to leave the orphanage, he said goodbye to his orphan brothers and sisters. He felt the urge that his siblings had felt before him. But unlike them, he felt the urge to find his siblings, as well as his parents. He knew that he missed them and felt pathetic feeling so.

His search for one of his siblings soon lead him to an island off the west coast of the mainland. It was there that he happened upon an enigmatic village that attracted his attention. He felt he belonged there. Even though he felt the urge to search for his family, something told him that he needed to be there. So he decided to stay till he felt he could continue his search.[/B][/FONT]

[CENTER][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Plum"]Thought about and now going to cook a Chicken breast for dinner.
Enjoying posting around the community sites and making new friends along the way.
Took my medication and feeling whole lot better now, lot less foggy in the head and starting to be able to think a lot more clearly.
Love playing and watching my gorgeous dogs, they mean the world to me.

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[CENTER][SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Hello all,
Just came back from a long hiatus and forgot how to do some certain things, need some help relearning them again.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/CENTER]

You would think after a year of living with someone you would get use to their moody habits, however I'm finding it to be somewhat the opposite. In fact many of my roommate's habits are really starting to irk me.

For example every door does not need to be slammed shut every time you use it. Now I'm not sure if it's simply how she had been brought up or a habit developed from her last roommates, as this habit appears to have been there before I became her roommate. Since day one I've heard every door in this house, excluding my own, being slammed shut on a daily basis. After awhile I find I grow relatively tired of constantly hearing the 'BANG' when there is absolutely no reason for it. From what I had always learned when growing is that one would typically slam a door if they were upset at something, but somehow I doubt that's the case here.

It has gotten so bad as of late though that the things she had even decorated her door with have fallen and been left forgotten on the floor. Talking to her about it doesn't seem to work very well as there have been many of times I've asked her if something was wrong and usually gain the 'No why?' answer. Usually my explanation for the question is simply followed by the 'I've always slammed doors that's what they're there for.' answer, unless she truly is upset in which I get the 'Whatever' answer or no answer at all.

That's always been another thing that bugged me. I never liked the 'whatever' answer to most questions, unless it was truly appropriate, and the disrespect she gives with it. I don't think it's really the word itself, but the complete disrespect in her tone when she gives it, and it's one she gives even her parents. Quite honestly it simply irks me and I would rather her to simply say nothing at all then get such disrespect as that.

So as not to simply go rambling on in a list of complaints with my roommate I'll only mention one other thing that has always annoyed me with her. Every time she walks she stomps her feet. Now I would probably feel differently about this if we were on the first floor of our triplex, however we are not. I've no doubt that our downstairs neighbors probably hold some grudge towards us for her constant stomping. I think this only comes from the fact that I once had an upstairs neighbor who did the same. I wouldn't typically mind it however it was during any hours of the day and night, much similar to her. There is no need to put your entire weight on one foot when you walk, especially when you've neighbors below you to consider.

Even when walking up the steps she stomps. I can always tell when she comes home, not from the sound of her car in the driveway, but actually from the constant rocking and trembling of the outside steps and the sound of her heavy feet slamming onto the poor wooden steps. It's not that she's a heavy set person either, on the contrary she's relatively skinny, so it's not as if she can't help it either.

You know too that it's bad when she walks in the kitchen and the couch in the living room begins to shake. All of these little grievances I've had have been here since day one. I've found no point any longer in attempting to communicate with her about them as I've found she doesn't quite understand the issues I have with them. Oh well, we're still here for another year, and if I can handle them for one I'm sure I can handle them for two.