Friday, October 31, 2008
Halloween!
Ok! So we all know that today is Halloween an so far its been so much fun! I went to school with Teshe (sorry, I really don't know how to spell that) and we played with all of Mrs. L's (drama) costumes! and then I came home and my mom and I carved pumpkins and later tonight Mackenzie and I are going trick or treating and its gonna be even more awesome!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
I Hate You
(This in no way reflects how I actually feel about anyone, I was just having a really bad day and wanted to be all dramatic)
I hate every single thing about you.
The way that you look at me,
Like there is nothing else in the world.
But those are with eyes full of lies.
You talk and you walk and you laugh,
Sometimes with me, sometimes at me.
Can’t you just disappear?
Make me happy and free and joyful?
I’m like one of Shakespeare’s poems I once read:
“Life’s but a walking shadow,
A poor player that struts and frets
His hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.”
Almost like a lightning storm,
Darkness then blinding pleasure,
Only to be snatched away back into darkness.
That is how I feel about you.
You come and stay and go,
But never will you love me.
Because I hate you.
I hate every single thing about you.
The way that you look at me,
Like there is nothing else in the world.
But those are with eyes full of lies.
You talk and you walk and you laugh,
Sometimes with me, sometimes at me.
Can’t you just disappear?
Make me happy and free and joyful?
I’m like one of Shakespeare’s poems I once read:
“Life’s but a walking shadow,
A poor player that struts and frets
His hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.”
Almost like a lightning storm,
Darkness then blinding pleasure,
Only to be snatched away back into darkness.
That is how I feel about you.
You come and stay and go,
But never will you love me.
Because I hate you.
Intro to who knows what. . .
July 23
11:15 AM
The rich mahogany hair the encircled her face was like a crown of innocence. A halo of purity. The think, lustrous strands lay in intense contrast to the sheet of white skin that shaped itself into her face. Pouting red lip, dry and cracking. The sullen eyes set deep within her sallow cheeks; bordered by curling, black lashes.
As she lay there, a picture of flawlessness in all senses of the word, the people who stood over her began to cry. She was resting in the coffin where she lay surrounded by the very souls who had killed her. The very souls who had sat idly by while she struggled to live until death’s cold grip had captured and taken her.
The black box in which she was to ever more be incarcerated gleamed as if it too knew the secret. The secret for which she was no longer alive. And in one individual, whose eyes caught the gleam, also lay the secret. And as he stood there, amongst all those that had killed his only love, he laughed. A laugh breaking the silence like shattering glass. A laugh the ended in a bang.
Fired from a vantage point high up on the hill. Executed perfectly. He fell onto his lover, and in his last breath whispered something in her ear. Amor fati. Love your fait. Then his face to went white and he and his lover were once again, united.
11:15 AM
The rich mahogany hair the encircled her face was like a crown of innocence. A halo of purity. The think, lustrous strands lay in intense contrast to the sheet of white skin that shaped itself into her face. Pouting red lip, dry and cracking. The sullen eyes set deep within her sallow cheeks; bordered by curling, black lashes.
As she lay there, a picture of flawlessness in all senses of the word, the people who stood over her began to cry. She was resting in the coffin where she lay surrounded by the very souls who had killed her. The very souls who had sat idly by while she struggled to live until death’s cold grip had captured and taken her.
The black box in which she was to ever more be incarcerated gleamed as if it too knew the secret. The secret for which she was no longer alive. And in one individual, whose eyes caught the gleam, also lay the secret. And as he stood there, amongst all those that had killed his only love, he laughed. A laugh breaking the silence like shattering glass. A laugh the ended in a bang.
Fired from a vantage point high up on the hill. Executed perfectly. He fell onto his lover, and in his last breath whispered something in her ear. Amor fati. Love your fait. Then his face to went white and he and his lover were once again, united.
So yeah. . .
I'm just gonna post random things that I have written a long long time ago. If you guys want to you can respond, but nothing is terribly serious. Although both are rather morbid so be prepared. . . .
OH MY GOD!
I FINISHED THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO! IT ONLY TOOK MY A FRIGGIN TERM, BUT I GOT IT DONE! AND IT ONLY TOOK MY FOUR DAYS TO READ THE LAST 450 PAGES! I DONT KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT IM PRETTY FREAKING IMPRESSED WITH MYSELF!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
The Count of Monte Cristo
So oh my gosh. . . I am so retarded I can't even stand to look at myself in the mirror. I have put off reading until this weekend so I started on page 50. Right now I'm at like 320, but I want to finish it before tomorrow so I can take the test in the computer lab. But seriously! How much reading can one person do in a night?! Ugh. . . I know it's all my fault and I have learned a very valuable lesson, but I CANNOT let me grades drop at all. And I mean at all. I'm thinking I'll just lock my self in my room and read until I'm done, but my mind just starts wandering and I keep reading the same line over and over again. Plus, I still have to finish this and get everything for tomorrow ready. I mean if school is only gonna bet harder from here on, I'm doomed.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Random
I'm feeling in a really random mood, so I thought that I might just talk about random stuff since I don't know if I can finish Chapter 3 by tomorrow. I made National Academic League and the list of name's is on the office window she all of you guys should go and check it out. We're all totally amazing. A lot of people make fun of me for it, they it's a class for dork, even Mr. Jones. I've seen the Joneses' family blog actually, it's pretty cool. We had a test in his Geometry on Friday and I had one in Mr. T's class. His was much easier, I got 43 out of 45. But oh my gosh, Mrs. C (French teacher), she has the hardest tests ever. Hers are probably the hardest ever. . . yeah. . . not my best subject. My computer is freaking out right now, its memory is like almost totally full, so it's so slow. And the weird thing is that it's just my computer, not even my families; so it's all my stuff.
UGH!
Ok so I have been way super busy like this whole week and haven't had any time to work on my story and now its due tomorrow and I havent done the disscusion board AND Count of Monte Cristo is due next week and I'm on like page 200 and I have to keep reading and I have a whole bunch of other homework! my life is so complicated! I know Count of Monte Cristo is my fault for putting it off so long. . . but still! And I want to enter a picture and a poem into the reflections contest but my printer is all out of ink so the colors come out funny! Why is life so diffucult. . . ?
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Some More Drama
So I just thought I would tell EVERYONE that I am Lady Macbeth and a Fairy in Dinner Theater :) Terribly exciting I know, but I happen to be way excited so beat that!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Chapter 2
September 7th, 1940
London, England
“Come quickly now, or you’ll be late!” James hissed.
He stood in the shadow of his house, glancing fervently around for some sign Charlotte was on her way.
“You’ll laugh!” Charlotte complained from around the corner.
“How could I ever laugh at you? I’m sure you look fine,” James said, walking to where Charlotte stood.
She sighed and moved from her slouching position to face him. James let out a chuckle and Charlotte dashed back to the blackest shadows.
“No, you really look great, it’s just I’ve never seen you with so much make-up on,” James said as he saw the look in Charlotte’s eyes, like she was on the verge of tears.
“But. . .” she began but was cut off.
“If you don’t leave soon, they wont let you in. Now this was my present to you and you had better take it with the most grace. Now get your little bum in gear and go to that ball and have a good time!” James pushed her out of the shadows and into the street.
“You’re not going to walk with me?!” Charlotte asked.
“A lady cannot be escorted to a dance by a mere middle-classman.” James said before he scampered away into the darkness leaving Charlotte alone.
The walk to The Spyglass was short, but alone at night in the streets of London was not the best thing for a girl who had barely yet turned seventeen. The previous day had been her party, and as a present, James had given her one of his mothers old dresses to wear. Since her death two years ago, his father had not been very lively and hadn’t even noticed when he had snuck it out of the house for her.
It hung off Charlotte’s frame like a wispy shawl, pale blue and so sheer it almost looked gossamer. A silver slip peeked above the top, barely visible. It had the lowest neck line Charlotte had ever worn, but the way it hung off her shoulders seemed to fit perfectly.
The night took on a sudden chill and Charlotte regretted her decision not to bring a jacket. She didn’t own one that wouldn’t draw attention to herself by wearing a poor mans coat, but maybe she could just leave it outside. . . .
Charlotte was just thinking of turning back when she heard a voice from behind her.
“Now what’s a fine lady such as yourself doing out alone in the streets of London at night?” said a man’s voice.
“I-- um-- am going to The Spyglass for the ball tonight.” Charlotte whispered, not turning around.
“Fancy that! As am I. Shall we go together then?” he asked, maintain his advance.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Charlotte stuttered.
“Tisn’t more than a few blocks,” he continued softly.
Just then, he appeared in front of Charlotte and she got her first real look at him. His hair was slicked back across this head; black with gel. A big, beak-like nose took up most of his face, but his smile and eyes showed Charlotte just what she needed to analyze him. His smile was crooked with amusement and perfectly white teeth implied vast amounts of money in his family. And his eyes. His eyes sparkled with excitement for the coming night, glints of chocolaty brown speckled throughout the intense green.
“Come, we shall go together and have a brilliant time,” he said wrapping his arm around Charlotte’s. “By the way, my name is William.”
“Charlotte,” she said before remembering she was suppose to keep her identity a secret.
“A very pretty name for a beautiful girl.” William whispered in her ear.
Charlotte blushed and bit her lip to keep from giggling.
Up ahead they could hear soft music coming from The Spyglass. She couldn’t tell what song it was, but it was getting louder by the moment. They turned around a corner and the smell of expensive perfumes and cigarettes enveloped them. A dim light filled the street and they both quickened their pace.
London, England
“Come quickly now, or you’ll be late!” James hissed.
He stood in the shadow of his house, glancing fervently around for some sign Charlotte was on her way.
“You’ll laugh!” Charlotte complained from around the corner.
“How could I ever laugh at you? I’m sure you look fine,” James said, walking to where Charlotte stood.
She sighed and moved from her slouching position to face him. James let out a chuckle and Charlotte dashed back to the blackest shadows.
“No, you really look great, it’s just I’ve never seen you with so much make-up on,” James said as he saw the look in Charlotte’s eyes, like she was on the verge of tears.
“But. . .” she began but was cut off.
“If you don’t leave soon, they wont let you in. Now this was my present to you and you had better take it with the most grace. Now get your little bum in gear and go to that ball and have a good time!” James pushed her out of the shadows and into the street.
“You’re not going to walk with me?!” Charlotte asked.
“A lady cannot be escorted to a dance by a mere middle-classman.” James said before he scampered away into the darkness leaving Charlotte alone.
The walk to The Spyglass was short, but alone at night in the streets of London was not the best thing for a girl who had barely yet turned seventeen. The previous day had been her party, and as a present, James had given her one of his mothers old dresses to wear. Since her death two years ago, his father had not been very lively and hadn’t even noticed when he had snuck it out of the house for her.
It hung off Charlotte’s frame like a wispy shawl, pale blue and so sheer it almost looked gossamer. A silver slip peeked above the top, barely visible. It had the lowest neck line Charlotte had ever worn, but the way it hung off her shoulders seemed to fit perfectly.
The night took on a sudden chill and Charlotte regretted her decision not to bring a jacket. She didn’t own one that wouldn’t draw attention to herself by wearing a poor mans coat, but maybe she could just leave it outside. . . .
Charlotte was just thinking of turning back when she heard a voice from behind her.
“Now what’s a fine lady such as yourself doing out alone in the streets of London at night?” said a man’s voice.
“I-- um-- am going to The Spyglass for the ball tonight.” Charlotte whispered, not turning around.
“Fancy that! As am I. Shall we go together then?” he asked, maintain his advance.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Charlotte stuttered.
“Tisn’t more than a few blocks,” he continued softly.
Just then, he appeared in front of Charlotte and she got her first real look at him. His hair was slicked back across this head; black with gel. A big, beak-like nose took up most of his face, but his smile and eyes showed Charlotte just what she needed to analyze him. His smile was crooked with amusement and perfectly white teeth implied vast amounts of money in his family. And his eyes. His eyes sparkled with excitement for the coming night, glints of chocolaty brown speckled throughout the intense green.
“Come, we shall go together and have a brilliant time,” he said wrapping his arm around Charlotte’s. “By the way, my name is William.”
“Charlotte,” she said before remembering she was suppose to keep her identity a secret.
“A very pretty name for a beautiful girl.” William whispered in her ear.
Charlotte blushed and bit her lip to keep from giggling.
Up ahead they could hear soft music coming from The Spyglass. She couldn’t tell what song it was, but it was getting louder by the moment. They turned around a corner and the smell of expensive perfumes and cigarettes enveloped them. A dim light filled the street and they both quickened their pace.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Chapter 1
October 3rd, 2008
Salt Lake City, Utah
“Sigh.” I said. I didn’t actually sigh, I just said it to get my point through.
My mom and I stood at the checkout stand in Smiths. I knew that we should have just used the self checkout, but mom of course had a gift card and hadn’t wanted to go through and of the hassle of making it work. So hear we stood, not much better off.
She had tried to explain to me how buying one’s self 4 gift cards could save you money, but as usual when she talked about money, it had gone in one ear and out the other. Sounds mean, I know; but if you already knew how to track your money properly, and did it, what else could there be to learn?
It wasn’t that I minded going shopping with my mom, don’t get me wrong on that, it’s just I couldn’t understand why we had to deal with getting the ten dollars deducted off, when they could just hand us ten dollars.
My eyes wandered over to the cart where a box of brownies lay. Only my favorite food in the universe. And here I waited oh so impatiently to eat them. Stomach growling all the while.
I probably would have been in a better mood if out bagger had been a cute boy, but it happened to be a cute girl who, whenever a cute boy walked past, would flirt with them. Not my cup of tea if you get my gist.
My mom and I had just been in a fight about something I can’t even remember, so we weren’t really on speaking terms. We fought ever five seconds, and made up about fifteen minutes later. But it had only been ten, so I would just have to deal.
I shifted my weight from foot to foot, trying to get some circulation going. On my seventh shift, I heard something.
Not something anyone else could hear, just me. That dreaded sound when you’ve stepped in something sticky.
I didn’t know what it was and I really didn’t want to find out. I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly. Patience was not a virtue I had yet mastered.
Looking around for a distraction, My vision came upon the other people in line. They looked like they were enjoying this just as much as me.
A Hispanic family with a young boy and older girl were at the very end of the line and hopefully searching around for an open line. I was envious of those children because the amount of sweets in their cart made my mouth water.
In front of them were to friends whose cart was so loaded with beer it almost had me worried. One of these guys caught my attention more than the other. He had his hair in dreadlocks and in a beanie. Think he might have been Australian with is accent.
But the one who I found most fascinating was a woman who was right behind us in line.
It’s not that there was anything in particularly special looking about her, but as usual, I wondered. Mostly about a scar on her right hand, crescent-shaped and pale pink in contrast to her wrinkled skin. She looked to be around eighty years old, but her hair was long and bright red. Not that cheap I just got it dyed, but real, beautiful hair. She wore no make-up, no fake nails, and her clothes were very simplistic.
What had brought her here, right now? What events had happened that had lead her to this moment? What was her story? And my imagination rumbled into gear. . . .
Salt Lake City, Utah
“Sigh.” I said. I didn’t actually sigh, I just said it to get my point through.
My mom and I stood at the checkout stand in Smiths. I knew that we should have just used the self checkout, but mom of course had a gift card and hadn’t wanted to go through and of the hassle of making it work. So hear we stood, not much better off.
She had tried to explain to me how buying one’s self 4 gift cards could save you money, but as usual when she talked about money, it had gone in one ear and out the other. Sounds mean, I know; but if you already knew how to track your money properly, and did it, what else could there be to learn?
It wasn’t that I minded going shopping with my mom, don’t get me wrong on that, it’s just I couldn’t understand why we had to deal with getting the ten dollars deducted off, when they could just hand us ten dollars.
My eyes wandered over to the cart where a box of brownies lay. Only my favorite food in the universe. And here I waited oh so impatiently to eat them. Stomach growling all the while.
I probably would have been in a better mood if out bagger had been a cute boy, but it happened to be a cute girl who, whenever a cute boy walked past, would flirt with them. Not my cup of tea if you get my gist.
My mom and I had just been in a fight about something I can’t even remember, so we weren’t really on speaking terms. We fought ever five seconds, and made up about fifteen minutes later. But it had only been ten, so I would just have to deal.
I shifted my weight from foot to foot, trying to get some circulation going. On my seventh shift, I heard something.
Not something anyone else could hear, just me. That dreaded sound when you’ve stepped in something sticky.
I didn’t know what it was and I really didn’t want to find out. I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly. Patience was not a virtue I had yet mastered.
Looking around for a distraction, My vision came upon the other people in line. They looked like they were enjoying this just as much as me.
A Hispanic family with a young boy and older girl were at the very end of the line and hopefully searching around for an open line. I was envious of those children because the amount of sweets in their cart made my mouth water.
In front of them were to friends whose cart was so loaded with beer it almost had me worried. One of these guys caught my attention more than the other. He had his hair in dreadlocks and in a beanie. Think he might have been Australian with is accent.
But the one who I found most fascinating was a woman who was right behind us in line.
It’s not that there was anything in particularly special looking about her, but as usual, I wondered. Mostly about a scar on her right hand, crescent-shaped and pale pink in contrast to her wrinkled skin. She looked to be around eighty years old, but her hair was long and bright red. Not that cheap I just got it dyed, but real, beautiful hair. She wore no make-up, no fake nails, and her clothes were very simplistic.
What had brought her here, right now? What events had happened that had lead her to this moment? What was her story? And my imagination rumbled into gear. . . .
Prologue
So, I am about to embark on a epic adventure! Well. . . at least the charactures in my newest story are. I write this now to tell you that all of the following posts (except for ones I absolutely have to do) will be chapters in the book until I get bored with it or (for the first time in my life) finish it. I'm thinking about calling it 9 in the Afternoon, but thats the name of a song. I'll prolly think of a really cool one later and tell you guys. So here's the first chapter:
BTW: All of the following are works of fiction and do not in any way, shape, or form represent people or experiences from real life.
BTW: All of the following are works of fiction and do not in any way, shape, or form represent people or experiences from real life.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Blindness (cont.)
Just warning you, this description is very, very graphic so do not read on if you can't stomach this kind of thing. I have no worries about any of you seeing the show because it was rated R and any parent that would let you is very silly indeed. Fair warning. . . I'm really only doing this for the word count. . . you REALLY don't want to know. . . .
So it starts off this Chinese guy goes blind and only sees white. Then he goes to a doctor and the doctor goes blind and then the Chinese dudes wife goes blind and the guy who stole the Chinese guys car. . . and just a whole bunch of people. Young black guy, prostitute, old man, lots of people. So they're put into the facility with 3 wards, and at first its only a few people. But then more come in and suddenly all 3 wards are over-flowing and people are cramped together like sardines. Now, the doctors wife can see so she's like the leader. But she doesn't tell anyone she can see but her husband (stupid, I know) but she still helps everyone. Ward 3 goes insane and somehow gets hold of a gun and makes people pay for food with their valuables. But when they run out of valuables, they make them give them women instead. 9 women go because everyone is starving to death and there is a solid 10 minutes of nothing but rape. Now I of course closed my eyes, but the things I heard will folow me FOREVER. One chick ends up dying andeveryone is freaking out. Just so you know the only reason they are doing what Ward 3 says is because everyone is blind and they have a gun. . . . The next night they come for Ward 2 and the chick who can see kills the leader of Ward 3 and then another chick lights them all on fire. So like all of Ward 3 is dead and Ward 2 just kind of disapears. The main people from the beging go outside and see that all the guards keeping them locked up are gone so they leave. The rest of the movie is just them seeing everyone in the outside world surviving blind. And in the very end the first Chinese guy who went blind can see again! Whoot! And that's pretty much it. . . .
So it starts off this Chinese guy goes blind and only sees white. Then he goes to a doctor and the doctor goes blind and then the Chinese dudes wife goes blind and the guy who stole the Chinese guys car. . . and just a whole bunch of people. Young black guy, prostitute, old man, lots of people. So they're put into the facility with 3 wards, and at first its only a few people. But then more come in and suddenly all 3 wards are over-flowing and people are cramped together like sardines. Now, the doctors wife can see so she's like the leader. But she doesn't tell anyone she can see but her husband (stupid, I know) but she still helps everyone. Ward 3 goes insane and somehow gets hold of a gun and makes people pay for food with their valuables. But when they run out of valuables, they make them give them women instead. 9 women go because everyone is starving to death and there is a solid 10 minutes of nothing but rape. Now I of course closed my eyes, but the things I heard will folow me FOREVER. One chick ends up dying andeveryone is freaking out. Just so you know the only reason they are doing what Ward 3 says is because everyone is blind and they have a gun. . . . The next night they come for Ward 2 and the chick who can see kills the leader of Ward 3 and then another chick lights them all on fire. So like all of Ward 3 is dead and Ward 2 just kind of disapears. The main people from the beging go outside and see that all the guards keeping them locked up are gone so they leave. The rest of the movie is just them seeing everyone in the outside world surviving blind. And in the very end the first Chinese guy who went blind can see again! Whoot! And that's pretty much it. . . .
Blindness
So in about 3 or 4 hours I'm going to see that new movie Blindness and it's gonna be amazing! I'm so super way excited! If any of you are planning on watching it, then you might not want to read my next blog 'cause I'm gonna tell you all about it!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Drama. . .
So right now I am trying to memorize a Shakespeare poem for drama and it isn't working out very well for me. I mean, I have seriously read through it like a bizillion times and I just can't seem to get it! And I totally want to do the part where the chick gets murdered, but I can't friggin' memorize this sucker to save my life! It's horrible! I'm gonna have to go and work on it some more now. . . :P lucky me. . . .
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