Yep! You're welcome. Thank you. You are lovely too =)

Jim was born in Iowa but he lived on Tarsus IV for a time when he was a kid. I'm not sure if he went back to Iowa before joining starfleet though. The 2009 movie got rid of Jim living on Tarsus IV to make him fit the traditional "hero's journey" plot better. They changed other things too, such as his father's heroic death, and Christopher Pike filling the role of mentor for Kirk. These things aren't true in the original series.

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(Here is the excerpt from the book I hope to publish. It's still a bit rough, but a promising start.) It's strange to think that there are so many moments of my life that I can't remember, and that that amount will only increase as time passes, and I grow older. There's a box where my mom keeps our pictures; it's a green plastic box, tucked in the corner of our dining room under an old fold out table, completely filled with packets of photos from any given point in my life. And if I opened it now, I wonder how many of those photographs I could remember, how many of those memories I still had tucked away in the deepest recesses of my mind. The more recent the picture, the more likely I am to remember it, but what about in 25 years when that memory is replaced by new ones? How long do I have before I forget the moments that I'm living in now? How soon will my life become just another series of unfamiliar looking photographs tucked away in a box under an old fold out table?

You first saw him at a Starbucks Coffee shop. He had his dark-blue and red blazer, and that brown pants, and all you could do was stare. His back was turned for you, but you could see his dirty blond hair. He was with some friends. But you couldn’t pay any attention to them. You turned to your coffee again, because you had come alone to the coffee shop. After some time, they turned and went to a tablete besides yours. You saw them sitting and turned your face to the other side, trying to stop the blush on your cheeks. You continued to look to the blond guy untill you had to go, but the image of his blue-grey eyes never left your mind. ————————————————————————————————————————————— Some time later, you saw that guy again. On the newspaper. Him and his team, The Warblers, had wan the Sectionals competition. You were so curious to know his name. And you saw, under the picture o. The newspaper: “The Warblers, a choir group from Westerville, Ohio, and their captain, Hunter Clarington, right in the centre of the picture”.  You pay more attention to the centre of the picture. And who is there? The blond guy from the coffee shop! “So, his name is Hunter Clarington…” You think. ————————————————————————————————————————————— On the next day, you look for this group, The Warblers, a little bit better. You find out that they are from a no-bullying policie, just for boys, school. You find out that they usually go to Starbucks to drink a coffee, so you find your purse and you run out of house faster as you can. When you get to the parking lot, the first thing you see is a bunch of Dalton boys getting inside the shop. You run to the door, and when you open it, a person run into you and you fall on the ground. When you look up, you find that blue-grey eyes again, looking worried to you. He put a hand out and helped you to get up again. Your cheeks are flushed, but you refuse to turn your head. Your eyes are locked on his. He smiles at you. “I’m sorry. My name is Hunter. Hunter Clarington. And you are…” You can’t speak for one inteire minute. After you see him giggling, you wake up from your daydream and says your name to him. “That’s a beautiful name” he says. You blush a little more and he giggles. ” Do you want me to buy you a coffee?” He has a smirk on his face, and you just nodd. —————————————————————————————————————————————- Eight years later, you are at your best friend wedding. You are sitting on the first bench when someone pinch your arm. You turn around, just to find those beautiful blue-grey eyes staring at you. He gives you a peck and sits beside you. You smile, and the wedding starts. The grooms are making their promises, and Hunter get a little closer to you. After the kiss, the grooms get out of the church, being followed by all the guests, but Hunter hold you a little longer. He pulls you to the altar and locks his eyes on yours. “One day, we will be here,getting married. Because I love you more than anything in this world” he stays quiet a little longer, before he kiss you, and then you know. He loves you, and you love him, and nothing in the world can change that.

I wouldn't call it a boring Friday, though. Christmas break is always nice and there are always things to do even if you are stuck with your family. Just because it isn't the apocalypse doesn't mean that you have to sit around and be bored.