Over the last week, I have created a Facebook account for my character.  I have uploaded pictures that detail her life, added interests and personality information and created an academic profile.  Currently, she has 13 friends, but I hope to increase that number by publicizing through my own Facebook.  There is ongoing conversations on her page, and she is becoming a living, breathing entity.  

My next step is to create a Twitter account for her, which will allow me to schedule my tweets for the actual action of the story.  Since it happens within the course of a few hours, this all needs to be set ahead of time, using socialoomph.com (hopefully). I originally planned for the climax to occur on April 11th, but may choose to move that up, so it fits into the third quarter.  

The process is in its beginning stages. I have created a tumblr account chuckandcrew.tumblr.com for my character. I am in the process of creating a couple other tumblrs that intertwine with my character to show its realistic view. I am going to use this as my only tool since twitter is now not needed in the works of what I am doing. I believe I can accomplish alot with tumblr since it has alot more items and tools to work toward.​

Woke up, stumbled out of bed, and got dressed in black pants, boots and the sweater he bought me. I brushed my teeth and hair and did my makeup half halfheartedly because it would be running down my face later anyway. We all left to go to my grandmom's, while there I drained a can of Pepsi because I'd need the caffeine today. I sat in the room full of people draped in black until the limo came. Then I jumped in the truck with my stepdad and little brother and made my way to the funeral home, he was exactly how we had left him last night; face stuffed with cotton, makeup everywhere, cold and hard. They made it look like he was smiling, but it wasn't his smile. The room seemed to grow smaller in the hour we all sat there, maybe 20 of us all together. We took turns going up in groups, holding his cold hands and each other's warm ones. Tears broke through everyone's blank masks, sobs ripped up the throats of the more emotional people. Everyone there held each other close while the priest spoke words of kindness before leaving to prepare for the mass we were holding at ten for anyone that happened to show up.
We all watched as they closed the casket; cue more tears and sobs, long hugs and gripped hands keeping us all connected to one another even when we were farther apart. My cousin, Patrick, and I grabbed a ton of tissues before we followed the casket out to the front where our marked cars sat, we climbed in and made our way to the church. Inside we were surrounded by statues of saints and mock-up scenery of a desert that Jesus walked through for forty days before being crucified. His casket stood in the middle of the aisle before the alter, a white sheet laid over it with golden crosses embroidered in it and a crucifix lying where his head was against the white pillow inside. I walked by to the altar to read from "The Prophet Isaiah" and again to go back to my seat to watch and listen to the rest of the mass. When the mass had ended I followed the casket back out of the church and watched as the funeral home director placed a flag over him.
We then went to the cemetery; the memorial for veterans, he fought in Korea. We sat there waiting for what seemed like hours and then followed a National Guard soldier to a small place with a white sheet overhead. We barely felt the cold wind bite at our faces as rifles rang out, every bullet piercing the heart of every one gathered there. We listened with hot tears making tracks down our faces as a soldier played Taps and a flag was presented to my grandmother. And then we left, leaving a little piece of ourselves there within a casket, within him.

Never Made a List Before But Here We Go. 

1. Dress colors
2. Budgets 
3. Dress style  
4. Prom tickets 
5. Budgets
6. Dress. 
7. Shoes. 
8. Hair. 
9. Make- up.
10. Budgets
11. Accessories. 
12. Jewelry
13. After prom 
14. Hotels
15. Beach house  
16. Budgets 
17. Friends 

With my benchmark I am doing pretty good. I have decided to do my benchmark using Twitter as my tool.  I have posted my first post for my two characters.  I hope to make a least one post a day for the characters.  Until around Friday post from the story will not be seen.  Only post where the character talks about her day, or says a positive note.

She threatens to leave all the time. 
I never really react. 
I honestly expect it. 
Wish for it. 
Then maybe there would be peace
For once. 
She threatened to leave last night. 
Packed a bag. 
And left. 
I didn't really react. 
I expected it. 
Wished for it the moment before. 
Hoping for peace
For once. 
Unsurprisingly she came back. 
I knew she would. 
She's too predictable. 
But one day
She'll actually go away
And I doubt I'll react 
Unexpect it
Unwish it 
But there probably won't be any peace 
For a while

This week will be kind of crazy for me when it comes to school because I'm so behind on work plus benchmarks. That PSU trip kind of pushed me back some. Its time to get to work.

I don't know who to blame or direct my annoyed tone at. My Student Aid Report for Penn State was utterly disrespectful. The Office of Financial Aid didn't feel that I was eligible for a work study. I didn't qualify for any scholarships, and though I was offered most of the federal pell grant, I was only offered a few grand in federal loans. My financial aid package would cover less than 1/3 of my freshman tuition. Now, it's not entirely FAFSA's fault. However they decipher information is their own process. But it's still confusing. I live in a house with four brothers and 2 sisters. Two unemployed parents. There are some underlying factors of income, but even still. Where in the equation does it seem that I can afford to pay for two thirds of my education?