Still Friday - haven't been to bed yet.

Hi.

I turned seventeen this week.  Yeah.  Do I feel older?  Well, not older, as such, but I do feel... seventeen.  What I mean is, it is like I am being eased into adulthood - gently and slowly.  Like, more is expected of me, but I don't yet have the keys to the car of my life.
This is one of those social things, not like anything too literal in my own family or anything.  Like, we are out, and someone asks my age, and I say (or Dad says) 'seventeen' and there is this look that everyone gets.  Like they are changing the Glasses-of-Scrutiny that they use to scrutinize me with.  I am past the age of consent, (last year, actually,) but what can I do about it?  Well, not me... I know where I am on that.  I mean, if a highschooler gets pregnant, it is like.... "shuuuuuuunnnnnn." Right?
"Oh, well, as long as you use protection..."
Well, that's not the thing, right?  Okay, girl gets knocked up.  It happens.  But what do people think?  Not, "Oh, look... a baby," but way to often, "Hey, that little girl should have kept her legs together."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the standard, you get "grownups" having kids without being married first, but because they can (in theory) have jobs, support themselves, be responsible for themselves - because of that, it is okay.  Their own business.
Hey they can drink and vote.  Yippy.
What can 16/17 year olds do?  We can work, but with limits.  We can't rent a place of our own.  We can't be legally responsible for ourselves.  In short, we are legally aloud to have sex, but we are supposed to keep it a secret.

Now, I understand. The law there is to protect people, to define some boundaries, so adults can have sex with teenagers legally.  That was harsh.  I know it is more than that, but lets face it: People are not always capable of making good decisions and laws are there to help handle the repercussion of the not-so-good decisions.

Why this big rant?

I got this little short story thing going on Deviant Art.  Normally, or at least, so far, I have been avoiding sex in my fiction.  It does not interest me.  There is one exception to that, but I explain it in the "author's comments."  But now, with these, I am going to be dealing with teens, and their relationships, and I have to remind myself, that it is "normal" for teens to feel certain urges.  Just like the Thomas Dolby song.

So, there are five bits of the story out there.  Four of the five fall outside of what I just described because it starts out with the twins just starting school, but one of the five has jumped forward and hints at relationships and at exploration.
J+J Series, No. 001: First Day
J+J Series, No. 002: A Blind Date
J+J Series, No. 003: Early Years 01:Meet the Class
J+J Series, No. 004: Early Years 02: Delivered Late
J+J Series, No. 005: Early Years 03: Dinner Interrupted

Next up, we are returning to the teen years.  The trip back has just been to define the characters.  But I am having a hard time with the physical part of the relationships - I suppose because I don't really understand.  But I am working on it.  Fear not.

Happy Friday and take care!  (well have a good weekend.  Friday is over.)

Friday Followup

Well, it was a fun weekend, but that is a lot like work.  

Anywho

Linux Mint 9 LXDE was released.  Great fun.  But (next) I am looking forward to Linux Mint 9 KDE 64 bit.  That will be cool  (Yeah, I will still install the LXDE ... DE but this LXDE edition is not 64bit.)

Ebooks are cool and my netbook's battery made it through the whole weekend with plenty of juice to spare.  Not that I used it much, but I was happy.  My Dearly Departed would not have made it by far.

No internet connection, but I had downloaded them before leaving home. #PlanningAhead

Nightmares were pretty ugly, but I blame them largely on the lack of shower facilities.  Dad was there to stifle my waking screams, but I was among people who know me, mostly, in that regard.

Then I made a cake yesterday.  Want some?

Take Care

LQ

happy freaking birthday

Yesterday was my birthday. Now I match my name.
I could be down about it. I could be happy about it.
Mom asked what what kind of cake I wanted. She bought a mix that "she did not realize" that she did not have time to make. Sure, she knows I like baking, esp cakes, but seemed to miss that fact that she was asking me to make my own birthday cake!

We went to Starbucks. I could not have anything with caffeine or chocolate. Gee... thanks.
"Hi. Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you?"
"Uh, yeah. I'll have a water, please. It's my birthday."

Yeah, I am a brat. I am not even that big on birthdays.

I get out my computer to start blogging -- like they want me to -- and she said, "oh, don't get that out. I got us a movie."
National Treasure 2. Watch me to back flips. :roll:
"Well, you don't want to blog while you are upset, do you?"
(thinking: "yes") I said no and watched the stupid movie.
She waits until it is over and said, "not every movie you watch has to be some film noir"
I didn't want to argue. We _do_ have fun at times. Most of the time, really. But who blogs, "everything's fine; situation normal"

Today was just hard to get out of bed. Mom brought me tomato soup (bless her) and I just re-wired my ex-pet epee. (the traitor failed me so I am miffed at him too!)