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A thought that I have been asking myself for some time and I've been wondering what other people's dream job would be.  Talking helps me think sometimes.  Hopefully this is something you have already or at least is within your horizon.  I've defined a dream job or career simply being paid for doing what you enjoy.  To me that has been my benchmark in career seeking because if the work is something I love to do then it really wouldn't feel like work. :D It's a win-win.

So I'll share mine.  A dream job for me is a Librarian; more specifically a Children's Librarian.  This took me some time to figure out but basically I realized that I could combine books and children (what I enjoy) into a career.  I love books, libraries, book shops, just BOOKS! I Run...with BOOKS  Children I just love being around and being with them as they take those steps in learning whatever it may be.  I can't believe how long it took me to realize this.  Kinda embarrassing actually.  I have been so focus on making my career in Elementary Education work but it's not quite something I can see myself doing in the next 10 years.  Better late then never.  It was after all the volunteering and part-time work in the field that saw myself simply enjoying the library.

So how close or far on the horizon is this for me?  It's back to school for me.  If life keeps going relatively well for me and with some luck maybe soon. Tard Eager  Lots of planning with this one.

Now it's your guys' turn.  What is your dream job and why?  Do you have some goals to get it?  Or do you already have it?
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Chapter 2
After Rees changed into the little toy dragon the man spared a moment to transfer the bag into the boot of the car, keeping a small satchel for himself.  Then, after locking it all up, he was off walking by Twyn Square with the clock tower.

It was a picturesque town with a collection of old houses and shops lining the street.  Despite the modern era, Usk still held a medieval feeling that the community had preserved.  Not many visitors could be seen walking along the pavement.  At least, not many could be seen out of doors.  Most likely it was because summer was long over along with the floral display the town puts on.  The place was filled with rustic colors in place of the bright blossoms as autumn was making its entrance.

Owen made the short hike northward up the path that deviated from the main road.  The scenery became more intimate as they entered a neighborhood of residential homes.  Trees and shrubbery were pressing in with their slightly warm colored leaves in between the buildings.  Less and less people crossed his path until he appeared completely alone.

Finally, Owen came to a stop at a booth alongside the path.  There was no one attending to it, save for the signs asking for donations and selling postcards.  After dropping a few quids into the slot he then removed a stone from the pot lying in the booth.  For a moment he held it, his eyes staring at a wooden bowl nearby that already held a couple of recently dropped stones.  He glanced about to see if anyone was around but all was quiet.  The stone in his hand then joined its mates in the bowl and Owen took to the path again further up.

Rees couldn’t take waiting anymore.  Once they started squeezing in between the stone walls covered with leaves and vines did he suddenly remember.

If they were in Usk then… then that meant up ahead was the…

He dropped down from the keychain attached to Owen’s hip and bounded forward.  The plants engulfing them did nothing to slow his eagerness to get up ahead.  A break in the foliage could barely be seen with open grass peeking through.

“Rees, wait for me, please,” his companion called out from behind.  “Rees!”

Oh, can’t he go any faster?

The little dragon forced himself to stop in his tracks, and turn around.  He would have sat too but the excitement was making him fidgety.  Behind him the opening beckoned him to come out but he waited.  He wasn’t about to disobey so readily after having that earlier dream.

His little claws scraped against the earth while his tail swished at the vines hanging down.  He took another peek out in the garden but no one else was there.  Finally, finally Owen appeared in front of him.

“You sure no one is around to see you?” He asked holding a clump of vines out of his face.  “Some visitors have been here already.”

Rees chirped a note at him.  Of course no one is around. We haven’t seen anybody and besides, it’s so quiet!

The man’s face softened with a smile.  “Oh, go on then.”  He waved with his hand.

The small dragon broke out into the clearing and charged.  It was the castle.  One of the hundreds they use to have and still standing.  The place had an inner ward, beautifully kept up with trimmed bushes and lawn ornaments.  It was all thanks to gardeners that lived down the path in one of the homes.  Surrounding it all were the crumbling stone walls and a couple of towers with the roofs gone.  One reason Rees loved this castle was because tourists don’t come by quite as often as the other ruins in the land.  It was small, remote, and lovely.

Today was one of those lucky days they had it all to themselves.  Rees released both his wings and took flight across the lawn skimming the grass with his claws.  When was the last time they got to visit here?  He couldn’t remember.  The centuries had already passed by this place bit by bit over time.  Thankfully, enough of it remained to be seen by the people.

Rees then caught sight of his companion, Owen, standing by the chapel… what’s left of it anyways.  Changing course, the little dragon flew in his direction and went straight for his favorite perch.  Owen smiled up at his friend as he claimed the top of his head for sitting.

“Yes Rees.  I have missed this place too,” The man said. “There are just… so many castles.”

His tone suddenly changed making Rees glace down at him.  With a sigh the man sat himself down and stared at the scenery.  A few birds could be heard singing in the trees around them while they sat in silence.

“I’m forgetting them, Rees.”  Owen said at last.  “Too many too quickly are the ruins disappearing from my memory.  How many was it we use to have?  Four hundred?”

His blue eyes glanced back up at Rees as if for confirmation.  “About a hundred castles remain if I’m correct.  I’m glad we have Cadw to protect most of them and other sites but I do wish it was sooner… much sooner than this.”

Cadw was the organization through the government whose purpose currently is to preserve Wales’ heritage, their heritage.  It was only 31 years ago that they started.  31 years to repair and protect what was left of the thousands upon thousands of sites filled with memories.

Owen does remember most of it pretty well.  For example their old language from the 6th century had managed to not die out completely.  However, memories are well known to be the kinds that slip away.  It is only when we start to forget do we suddenly treasure them.

Rees suddenly noticed how hungry he was.  Their early start this morning seemed so long ago.  In fact, he couldn’t even remember eating any breakfast!  How could Owen had let such an awful thing happen?!  That large bag back in the car had better be stuffed with food for him.  Or maybe he brought something in that satchel sitting by his hip?

Wanting to investigate, Rees left his perch and crawled down Owen’s arm onto the ground.  His nose did indeed pick up something promising within the pack.  He was just getting a start through the leather when it was pulled away.

“Right, right,” Owen said holding his satchel up with both hands.  “You were too tired to eat this morning, Rees.  I have not forgotten.  Here.”

A blessed sandwich was retrieved that the man unwrapped and placed on the ground.  It was stuffed with extra ham just as Rees liked it.  While the little dragon tucked in Owen helped himself as well to an apple and some cheese he packed.

“You know,” the man began with his mouth still full, “we mustn’t stay here too long.”  From within a pocket he took out a small planner.  His other hand kept groping at the waistcoat a moment longer.  “That’s funny.  I could have sworn I brought a pencil with me.  Mmm… Well anyways we have… yes, the Rugby World Cup this afternoon in our stadium.”

Rees licked away the juice dribbling down his chin as he looked up.  That certainly would make today a big day.  No wonder there aren’t that many visitors about here.  They were all at the capital.

“And you know the commandments we have,” Owen smiled knowingly down at him, “’love rugby’ and ‘congregate on International match games’.  I figured we’d get some peace and quiet before, you know, there’s absolutely no more peace and quiet.”  He added with a shrug.

The apple core in his hand hung loose a few moments before being snatched up by the small dragon.  In the time Rees finished eating Owen quietly stroked his back.  The two companions spent the next several minutes sitting together in silence, taking in the beauty that autumn started to touch.

“Ah, I’m already beat,” Owen broke the spell with a yawn.  “This morning has been long for the both of us, Rees.  I’m tempted to take a leaf out of your book and have a quick nap myself.”

The man stretched himself back into the tree sprouting behind them.  Before closing his eyes, Owen took a quick glance at the watch on his wrist.

“Right.  Rees, stay close, m’kay?”  He exhaled deeply.  Already he was starting to drift off.  “No one must see you…”



Rees did his best to stay put.  He really did.  The little dragon lay down and watched the minutes tick by on the man’s wristwatch.  Nothing out of the ordinary was happening.  Not even when a white butterfly meandered on by and landed on his nose.  Owen would have been proud if he could see how perfectly still Rees remained with the insect resting there at the tip of his face.

It was all going well until a chicken came out in the open from one of the bushes.  The butterfly was then forced to take off as Rees’ head shot up at the sight.  He remembered there being chickens the last time they came here.  There had even been a goat too.  So far all that could be seen was the solitary speckled bird strutting across the grass.

Rees had to chase it, he just had too.  Like lightening he took off not even bothering to stalk the poor creature.  This was the best.  The little dragon thoroughly enjoyed the challenge to follow the zigzag pattern the chicken led around the garden.  Around in circles they went, the bird shedding feathers and Rees close behind snapping at them.  He even managed to set a spark on one of the tail feathers.  It went out immediately but still continued to smoke as they ran.

The chicken finally ended the chase by taking flight over the wall and out of reach.  Rees stared up from the base, debating whether or not it was worth following when he saw it.  At least, he thought he saw it.  From the corner of his eye there was a figure moving through a doorway into one of the towers.

A visitor?  Rees was alarmed in thinking a stranger was here on the grounds while he had been out in the open.  They couldn’t have missed the ruckus he had just been making.  Yet, if they had seen him they were being awfully quiet.

Or maybe he was mistaken.  Just to be sure, he approached the tower keeping close to the stone wall lined with shrubbery.  All was absolutely still when he crawled up the entryway and peered within.

Mother Nature had taken over the tower both inside and out.  Moss coated the eaten stones and ivy sprouted in between the cracks.  The roof opened up to the heavens showing a few clouds gliding by.  The stone steps spiraling up the tower had fallen to decay so there wasn’t anywhere else a person could go.  Rees had wandered further in to see if he could spy any trace of the figure.

Nothing.  He was alone save for the buzzing insects underfoot.  Absolutely nothing.

He should get back to Owen.  That quick nap he asked for wasn’t going to be quick much longer.  Rees spun around and took off for the doorway leading out of the tower.  Then – BAM!
Memories 2
Second chapter of my short story inspired from my trip to Wales by request from my mother.  Usk Castle was one of my favorites that my group and I visited.  It felt so secretive by how hidden away it was in someone's backyard.  There is a front gate to walk right in to the inner ward but somehow I managed to take the "Secret Garden" entrance... which makes a better experience in my opinion. :lol:

There are more background information and pictures of Usk Castle if you're interested. www.castlewales.com/usk.html

Some of the vocabulary I will explain as they come along:
Usk – a small town in Monmouthshire, south-east Wales.
Twyn Square - Town Square.  No it's not a typo ;P
Quid - slang for a pound sterling (much like how we say a buck in the US)
Cadw - Welsh organization through the government that preserves the historical sites of Wales
Rugby - sport similar to football in the US (sorry that is probably a poor description ^^; I'm no sports person)
Welsh Commandments - simply Google that and you'll find the list printed on anything.  It's quite funny

My original Hetalia characters Owen Bennion (Wales) and Rees (the Red Dragon).
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----Chapter 1-----
This was one of the best days.  The mysterious fog that engulfed Rees inside the forest was the perfect touch.  It left more for excitement on what was coming up ahead while he plunged into it.  The ground was moist and the mud squelching underneath his claws.  Oh yes, he was free to get good and dirty here.

Behind came the cracking footsteps of Owen coming after him; probably not too happy about this chase that just started.  No matter, he’ll see the fun in this eventually.  Rees only had to make sure his companion didn’t catch him too soon and put an end to it all.  However, he should still be leaving trails behind just to keep the thrill going.

The little red dragon breathed out a ball of fire onto the wet ground.  Despite the moisture the leaves and sticks shriveled up in steam and smoke.  A nice large patch remained smoldering that couldn’t be mistaken.

Rees then weaved around the trees deeper in the mist.  Pretty soon a spring appeared underfoot which immediately called for a splash fest.  Water flew up in the air and crashed back down disturbing the peace this forest once held.

Rees began scouring the area with his nose for bugs, worms, or even something bigger.  Surely he would find a frog or two here.  Frogs love to be chased just like he did of course.  Aha!  There was one now at the water’s edge.

Like a playful puppy the small dragon bounced circles around the tiny amphibian, challenging it.  After several hopping sessions they both came to a standstill.  Crouching down to its level Rees stared into the beady eyes for a staring contest.  When it seemed the frog was never going to blink, Rees flicked his tongue out.  That started the chase all over again until a shout caught his attention.

“Rees, so help me if you set this forest on fire!”  

Owen was starting to catch up.  The frog took this chance to disappear and Rees figured he probably should do the same.  Yet, the water would feel so good if he rolled in it.  He hadn’t done that in a while and who knows when the opportunity would come again?  The spring was just deep enough to immerse himself in it.  Perfect.  Rees was just about to stretch his leathery wings out in the murky water when a pair of hands snatched him up.

Shucks.  The game was already over.  He could hear Owen’s voice scolding him before he could shake the droplets out of his eyes.

“Gotcha, you villain!  What do you think you were doing taking off like that from me, eh?   I lost my shoe back there chasing you through the mud.  Ah, look at you.”

Owen was holding him at arm’s length, obviously to preserve what was left of his outfit.  True to his word, Rees could see a bare foot down below along with several inches worth of mud up to his companion’s legs.  The green waistcoat had some smears, and a stringy plant somehow had gotten caught on one of the buttons.

It wasn’t a bad look in Rees’ opinion.  Owen’s face, however, said otherwise.  That scowl appeared even more sinister with those heavy eyebrows of his.

Why is it that Owen didn’t like to get dirty?  Couldn’t he see how enjoyable it was?  Staying clean can be so boring.

“I am not taking you back in the car with that muck,” he went on.  Rees could see a few leaves sticking out of his dark hair in a comical manner.  “Not until you’ve gotten a proper wash-“

The phrase was cut short when a jet of water shot out from Rees’ mouth and into the man’s face.  The air suddenly became heavy with the silence that followed save for the tiny drips of water running off of Owen’s tight jaw.

Okay, maybe that was taking it a bit too far.  Rees thought to himself in seeing the man’s mouth becoming a thin line.  Maybe he would shrug it off and hopefully see this as attempt for his companion to clean him up too?  The wild hope was far-fetched as Owen continued to glower like a wet cat.

“You know,” he spoke in a deathly soft tone, “I could just have you spend the weekend with Gwenllian instead.”

What?!  No no, not her!  Even the grumpy Arthur next door was more lenient than that woman.  Rees started wriggling to get loose but Owen’s next words made him freeze.

“In fact, here she is now.”

Owen turned around and from out of the fog his sister appeared.   How- how on earth did she get here so fast?!  Rees’ eyes widen on the brush and bucket she had in either hand.  She was wearing an apron and her long dark hair was tied back in a bun.  That meant business, business concerning him.

“You seem to be having a bit of trouble on your hands, brother,” she spoke placing the hand with the brush on her hip.

The shock in seeing her had made Rees’ small body go numb.  He didn’t even realize Owen had already pinned him underneath one arm until it was too late.  Any chance in escaping seemed hopeless now.  Oh, why did he have to be so reckless?

“That is an understatement,” Owen replied, “good timing, sister.”

Fear surged through Rees as Owen began walking over to Gwenllian, or maybe she was walking over.  He wasn’t sure which one it was but that brush and bucket were getting too close for his liking.  It was then that the feeling returned to his limbs and he squirmed to get out.

No, not the brush.  I hate the brush!  I’ll be good and never get dirty again.  You’ll see.  Just don’t give me that brush!  The words rushed through Rees’ head in a stream of panic.  He tried to squeeze his shoulders out from the vice-like grip holding him fast but with no luck.  Out of the corner of his eye the brush was dunked into the bucket and then…



A spasm went through his body and both eyes shot open.  He was no longer trapped underneath Owen’s arm but lying on a seat in the car.  A talk show could be heard playing on the radio around the air.  The forest was gone along with Gwenllian and that awful brush.  Across from him was Owen sitting behind the steering wheel, all traces of mud gone, and both eyes on the road.  Just to be sure, Rees sat up to look in the backseat, but Gwenllian was nowhere in sight.  All that could be seen was a large bag; no bucket, no brush.

“Morning sleepy head,” came the greeting, “had ourselves a nice nap had we?”

A reassuring hand reached out to scratch underneath the dragon’s chin.  Sweet relief flooded in.  Rees allowed himself to exhale long and slow.  It was all a dream; a wonderful one at first but with a horrible-horrible ending.  Rees stretched out one wing at a time in the small space and yawned.

That’s right.  Rees thought to himself while nibbling his claws to relieve an itch.  They had gotten up early that morning and started a road trip.  The day simply begun with Owen saying, “Let’s be off, Rees!  We have a big day today.”  The little dragon was too sleepy to hear anymore and when the jostling of being carried finally stopped he dozed off.  The sky back then was dim but now the windows showed a clear mid-morning day.

Just where was it they were going, again?  The flow of words Owen gave that morning was too complicated to remember when he was drowsy at the time.  Rees turned about and pulled himself upright to look outside his window.

The city they were living in was gone from sight.  Instead of buildings there were fields zipping on by.  Bright green fields with rolling hills, lines of trees and… sheep.

SHEEP!

Rees felt his tail strike against the seat in rapid succession at the sight of the woolly balls.  There were so many of them, all just standing around as if bored.  Really, it’s as if they had nothing better to do than stand or sit forever chewing on that disgusting grass.  Sheep look so funny when they are running.  There were plenty to chase out here to his heart’s content.  The urge was bubbling up inside and the small dragon started flapping his wings.

“Rees, don’t be so fidgety now! You’re distracting me.  We are nearly there and I have to focus.”  The hand came again to steady Rees’ tail bringing his attention back to Owen.

He was smiling and so appeared to be in a good mood.  Where ever they were going it must be special, or fun.  Rees liked fun.  He peeked once again to the backseat and at the large bag that Owen had tossed over in the car that morning.  A big bag meant a long day; a long day of fun.  Rees longed to know more.

He looked back out his window for any indication as to where they were going.  The fields were now disappearing in way of hedges stretching high.  What?!  What happened to those sheep?  He wasn’t done looking at them.  Instead the wet leaves and branches were brushing up against the clear barrier completely blocking his view.  The opposite window showed him the same outlook.

This is boring, absolutely boring.  

“Fantastic, a Welsh traffic jam,” Owen grumbled bringing the car to a stop.  His hand left Rees’ back to the stick and shifted their direction.

The man gave a wave to whatever was up ahead but then twisted himself around to look out the back.  Leaves still continued to press in on the windows but this time they came from behind.

Still very boring.

Rees decided to begin climbing up the man’s arm to sit along his shoulders.  The driver always has the best view in the car… at least while being in the hedges is concerned.  Besides, from there he could get a better look at that GPS Owen most likely would be using for this long road trip.

“WAH!  Rees, stay down!”

The car jolted and Rees felt himself being shoved down onto Owen’s lap.  What?  He gets to roam around the car all the time when his companion drives.  Even climbing over him wasn’t a bother.  That is unless…

“They’ll see you,” came Owen’s voice in a rush, “Just give us a minute until I find us a shoulder to pull over in.”

…Unless there were people around.  Rees wasn’t allowed to be seen by anyone, except close relatives; relatives that understood why he existed.  The first few centuries he and Owen were together there had been several accidents in people seeing a live dragon.  They learned to take better care since then.

While the car resumed its progress back up the narrow road one hand kept its hold on Rees’ back which didn’t really matter.  He knew to wait patiently on the man’s lap as people could be watching.  Even when Owen stopped the car he continued to lie still.  It was then after a moment that Owen finally lifted him gently in both hands.  His pale complexion riddled with freckles came into view.

“Sorry about that, old boy.  I guess I should have warned you about the other drivers here.”  Owen’s crystal blue eyes went soft on the dragon.  “But thank you for obeying.”

He guided his companion up onto his shoulders and took back the steering wheel.  Once more the car plunged into the hedges again.

“Thankfully it didn’t seem to alarm the young couple that I saw up ahead.” He went on with a laugh, “Perhaps they thought you were my cat, heh.”

Rees settled in comfortably, draping his body behind Owen’s neck and letting his tail fall down over the man’s chest.  To his disappointment, the GPS on the dashboard was blank.  That meant their destination wasn’t out of the ordinary or perhaps Owen memorized the directions.  Either way he couldn’t tell where they were driving to.

Anyway, the view definitely was better from up here.  Watching the small road zoom towards them was actually quite relaxing.  It felt like flying the way they sped around the tight turns.

Several minutes past this way in silence save for Owen humming along to songs the radio began playing.  Fortunately there were no more ‘traffic jams’ to interrupt their progress.  The man took the narrow road with practiced ease, hardly using the brake as their route weaved around.  It wasn’t long till the car came out in the open and small buildings with people appeared.

“Alright, buddy,” Owen finally spoke, “the VIP privileges are over now.”  He patted Rees’ head in which the dragon promptly slipped down.

It was common practice that both were well accustomed to.  Rees would lay low below the windows until Owen gave him the all clear to roam around the car.  This time the little dragon took to hiding underneath the driver’s seat.  Usually there was something interesting to find down there and it was cozy too.  It wasn’t long until his nose picked up a chip that Owen must have dropped the other day.  There also was a pencil rolling around the floor.  Once the snack was devoured Rees snatched the stick in his mouth and proceeded to chew on it.

He continued to lie there working his teeth as he watched Owen’s feet use the pedals for the next little while.  The car slowed, and then sped back up in sequence along their way.  Finally, when they came to a complete stop the engine was turned off and the sound of an unbuckling seat belt could be heard.

“We’re here Rees,” Owen announced while opening his door, “in our lovely town, Usk.”

So that was where they were going today… or least that is the first stop for whatever today held.  Rees could hear Owen’s voice fading slightly as he went around opening one of the back doors.

“You didn’t fall asleep again did you?  I doubt you want to stay in here and miss what we are about to see.  Although you probably will have to shrink down to my keychain the first little bit.  We can’t be too careful.  Hey, where are you?  Rees?”

The little dragon smirked and began exhaling deep in the back of his throat.  With each grumbling breath smoke streamed out of his nostrils.  The front door was still opened allowing the smoke to spread from underneath the seat and spill out.  It wasn’t long till Owen walked back around and saw it all.

“Wha-Rees!  Rees, stop that!”  The smoke cleared away as the man flapped his arms about the air.  The dragon even let out a spark just for the heck of it.  Owen’s face appeared in front of the seat, level with Rees.  His eyes were smiling even though he was trying to put on a frown.

“Really, Rees, really?”  He was biting his lip to keep back a laugh; the effort to be stern was failing fast.  “This is a nice car.  Now people are going to think I have a bad habit with smoking.  Ah, this is why I can’t have company over.”

Owen reached one hand in to scratch Rees’ head affectionately.  It was then that the dragon finally emerged from his hiding place to receive more.  Both hands furiously rubbed either side of his face making him close his eyes and break into a wide smile.

“Alright, let’s be going, old boy.”  The fun came to a halt and Rees knew it was time to change.  He touched the tip of his tail to his nose and transformed.  Within seconds he shrunk to a palm-sized dragon with a loop that Owen attached to his key chain.
Memories 1

Okay, here it comes; first chapter for one of my short stories inspired from my trip.  I kept trying to write this like a children’s picture book but it just didn’t want to happen. nuh-uh  There were more details I wanted to include that wouldn’t fit in with this style.  So I quit that and simply began writing what I saw happening with these two characters of mine.  I’ll figure the rest out later.

Enjoy!


Some of the vocabulary I will explain as they come along:

Welsh traffic jam – It’s actually something my travel buddies and I came up with.  This is the basic idea sta.sh/0bt6vbkxhky
Chip – same as a french fry in the US
Usk – a small town in Monmouthshire, south-east Wales.

My original Hetalia characters Owen Bennion (Wales) and Rees (the Red Dragon).

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A thought that I have been asking myself for some time and I've been wondering what other people's dream job would be.  Talking helps me think sometimes.  Hopefully this is something you have already or at least is within your horizon.  I've defined a dream job or career simply being paid for doing what you enjoy.  To me that has been my benchmark in career seeking because if the work is something I love to do then it really wouldn't feel like work. :D It's a win-win.

So I'll share mine.  A dream job for me is a Librarian; more specifically a Children's Librarian.  This took me some time to figure out but basically I realized that I could combine books and children (what I enjoy) into a career.  I love books, libraries, book shops, just BOOKS! I Run...with BOOKS  Children I just love being around and being with them as they take those steps in learning whatever it may be.  I can't believe how long it took me to realize this.  Kinda embarrassing actually.  I have been so focus on making my career in Elementary Education work but it's not quite something I can see myself doing in the next 10 years.  Better late then never.  It was after all the volunteering and part-time work in the field that saw myself simply enjoying the library.

So how close or far on the horizon is this for me?  It's back to school for me.  If life keeps going relatively well for me and with some luck maybe soon. Tard Eager  Lots of planning with this one.

Now it's your guys' turn.  What is your dream job and why?  Do you have some goals to get it?  Or do you already have it?
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So, it seems your back. I know you may be a bit sore on having to return to the boring old states, so I have a youtube channel for you to recuperate your Anglo-deficiency: Lindybeige. 
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-Criticizing historical inaccuracy of: Ironclad
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andrielisilien Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2015
I know!  I had such a taste of adventure, everything is now boring! :iconidontloveitplz:

Hahaha!  This is funny.  Thanks, I'll check it out. :)
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Candy-Ice Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2015
Hello there! May I have your permission to share your Midna artwork on my Midna fan blog on Tumblr? Proper credit and a link back will be given, of course! No worries if not :meow:
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andrielisilien Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2015
Sure thing, thanks for asking!  :D
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Candy-Ice Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2015
Thank you very much! :D
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zero2434 Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2015
Happy Birthday~!!!! ^^
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GrayComputer Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2015  Student Digital Artist
Happy Birthday!Hide Birthday Emote 
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kptparker Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday!
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firedragoness357 Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2015
HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!
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MrMadManiac Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2015  Hobbyist
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