Her eyes shine like the stars in the night
but her face holds secrets as vast as the skies.
Her ears can hear songs unlike other music
sweet and guttural, heart-pounding and breathtaking.
But her body moves away as swiftly as the wind.
Her hair whips like shining tendrils of warm sunlight
and her own shadow dances behind her in a never-ending parade.
She chases after her true self,
but is always running from her other half
Her skin is pale as the dawn's first light
and as dark and flawless as the perfect night
Her lips whisper words of an unsung lullaby
of roses redder than her lips and oceans far greener than her eyes.
She is filled with endless dreams of beauty and innocence
and she sweeps across the hearts of the lonely and oppressed.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Friday, November 22, 2013
Not Yet
Do I mean anything?
Am I anything more than another face in a sea of features?
Am I worth anything?
Or am I just another person you wish hadn't texted?
Do you still like me?
Or am I only good for listening to your problems?
It would be an honor to be your diary,
If you would even use me for that.
Because being ignored and left unanswered by you is a far worse punishment
For a crime I didn't know that I committed.
I'm sorry if I'm unimportant to you.
I'm sorry if my texts annoy you.
But you were all I had,
And I don't want to let you go just yet.
Am I anything more than another face in a sea of features?
Am I worth anything?
Or am I just another person you wish hadn't texted?
Do you still like me?
Or am I only good for listening to your problems?
It would be an honor to be your diary,
If you would even use me for that.
Because being ignored and left unanswered by you is a far worse punishment
For a crime I didn't know that I committed.
I'm sorry if I'm unimportant to you.
I'm sorry if my texts annoy you.
But you were all I had,
And I don't want to let you go just yet.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Crying
Crying is more than merely 'shedding tears'. Crying is an outlet that happens when your mind and your heart seize up as one. Pain makes people cry. Not just physical pain, but emotional pain.
When your heart contracts so tightly that you think it's going to disappear entirely if you don't find some way to relieve the pressure -that's when you cry.
When you kill yourself with the words for your shortcomings and failures you drown in a self-imposed sorrow and your heart tries to climb out of your throat.
Your eyes sting and your throat burns so painfully. The tears are hot, but when you wipe them away they feel as cold as the shoulder that put you in this position in the first place.
Your stomach hurts and you curl in on yourself as wave after wave of intolerable pain washes over and through your body. It soaks into your heart and you scream silently into the air. You scream so silently that your throat hurts worse than ever but you can't stop. You kick your legs out and pound your fists and then draw them in quickly as the spell is broken and a sob finally wracks its way through your body. A few more sobs escape and you could scream again the pain hurts so much.
You rock yourself. Trying to make the hurt go away. Trying to make your breathing steady, but it doesn't work, not yet. Another sob, another wave of hurt. Your breathing is ragged right now, but soon you're okay again. The hurt is gone but for a hollow ache in you chest and a left over sting on your eyelids where your salt tears blazed their path.
Don't you see? Crying is your body's strongest stress coping mechanism. It's the only way to deal with unbearable pain. How else could you ever relax your heart? It refreshes you, even if for a while it makes you feel weak. You aren't weak. Reread above. You just went through emotions and physical feelings of torture and you came out on top. Congratulations, fighter.
When your heart contracts so tightly that you think it's going to disappear entirely if you don't find some way to relieve the pressure -that's when you cry.
When you kill yourself with the words for your shortcomings and failures you drown in a self-imposed sorrow and your heart tries to climb out of your throat.
Your eyes sting and your throat burns so painfully. The tears are hot, but when you wipe them away they feel as cold as the shoulder that put you in this position in the first place.
Your stomach hurts and you curl in on yourself as wave after wave of intolerable pain washes over and through your body. It soaks into your heart and you scream silently into the air. You scream so silently that your throat hurts worse than ever but you can't stop. You kick your legs out and pound your fists and then draw them in quickly as the spell is broken and a sob finally wracks its way through your body. A few more sobs escape and you could scream again the pain hurts so much.
You rock yourself. Trying to make the hurt go away. Trying to make your breathing steady, but it doesn't work, not yet. Another sob, another wave of hurt. Your breathing is ragged right now, but soon you're okay again. The hurt is gone but for a hollow ache in you chest and a left over sting on your eyelids where your salt tears blazed their path.
Don't you see? Crying is your body's strongest stress coping mechanism. It's the only way to deal with unbearable pain. How else could you ever relax your heart? It refreshes you, even if for a while it makes you feel weak. You aren't weak. Reread above. You just went through emotions and physical feelings of torture and you came out on top. Congratulations, fighter.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Where Two People End
And he kissed her
Hard and deep and slow
And she didn't care that people were watching
because now his tongue was gracing her mouth
And drowning out the sound of here and now.
And his hands slid down and grabbed her
pulling her up and into him until she
Couldn't help but move her body against his
Because they would never be close enough
with the irreparable fracture that was the seam
of their physical bodies.
The marking place of where two people ended
And one soul began
Hard and deep and slow
And she didn't care that people were watching
because now his tongue was gracing her mouth
And drowning out the sound of here and now.
And his hands slid down and grabbed her
pulling her up and into him until she
Couldn't help but move her body against his
Because they would never be close enough
with the irreparable fracture that was the seam
of their physical bodies.
The marking place of where two people ended
And one soul began
Friday, September 27, 2013
For Aerin Grace
She makes the stars shine and the moon glow.
And when she smiled the planets aligned themselves.
And when she was sad it was like the earth itself was being torn in two
and your heart broke for her
and all you wanted to do was stitch the cosmos together into a warm blanket
and tell her everything would be alright.
She was easy to love and smile with,
but when she was unhappy it felt wrong to be pleased.
You cannot be happy unless she is happy.
And how hard it is to be sad when she is pleased.
And when she smiled the planets aligned themselves.
And when she was sad it was like the earth itself was being torn in two
and your heart broke for her
and all you wanted to do was stitch the cosmos together into a warm blanket
and tell her everything would be alright.
She was easy to love and smile with,
but when she was unhappy it felt wrong to be pleased.
You cannot be happy unless she is happy.
And how hard it is to be sad when she is pleased.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Let it Reign
Let your imagination rain.
Let it pour over the disbelievers and critics.
Shower it over your disappointments
Immerse yourself in its possibilities.
Write on paper with no lines
Draw with an ink pen
Create something new out of your mistakes.
You aren't a failure.
You are an artist.
You have potential.
You are more than what you seem.
You are more than what they see.
Do not hold back.
You have permission.
Let your imagination reign.
Let it pour over the disbelievers and critics.
Shower it over your disappointments
Immerse yourself in its possibilities.
Write on paper with no lines
Draw with an ink pen
Create something new out of your mistakes.
You aren't a failure.
You are an artist.
You have potential.
You are more than what you seem.
You are more than what they see.
Do not hold back.
You have permission.
Let your imagination reign.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Lost
You say that nobody gets you,
And yet you never explain.
No one can get close to you
Because you fear they're all the same.
You try to understand,
And then crumble and fall
When it becomes clear to you
That it was all your fault.
You cannot trust anyone,
But you know that anyone can trust you.
And I'm not sure why
But that doesn't feel quite right.
You're breaking under the pressure
Of being smart and perfect
You wish they could just see
How fallible you truly are
Without needing you to mess up first.
You cannot depend on anyone
For fear of being let down
And so, you will always be there
When someone needs you around.
You've been hurt,
But try not to let it drag you down.
You are scarred inside,
But only in the very deepest recesses of your mind
Where you hide all the pain and tears
Where no one would ever think to look.
You lose yourself amongst others' expectations
You lose yourself trying to become what you're not.
You want to be loved.
You want to be coddled.
You want to be told that everything will be okay.
And it will.
It just so happens that,
Yes, you are broken.
But, you can be fixed.
Not everything will stay this way
And someday, when you've lived through this
You will be whole again.
And yet you never explain.
No one can get close to you
Because you fear they're all the same.
You try to understand,
And then crumble and fall
When it becomes clear to you
That it was all your fault.
You cannot trust anyone,
But you know that anyone can trust you.
And I'm not sure why
But that doesn't feel quite right.
You're breaking under the pressure
Of being smart and perfect
You wish they could just see
How fallible you truly are
Without needing you to mess up first.
You cannot depend on anyone
For fear of being let down
And so, you will always be there
When someone needs you around.
You've been hurt,
But try not to let it drag you down.
You are scarred inside,
But only in the very deepest recesses of your mind
Where you hide all the pain and tears
Where no one would ever think to look.
You lose yourself amongst others' expectations
You lose yourself trying to become what you're not.
You want to be loved.
You want to be coddled.
You want to be told that everything will be okay.
And it will.
It just so happens that,
Yes, you are broken.
But, you can be fixed.
Not everything will stay this way
And someday, when you've lived through this
You will be whole again.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Sisters Three (&pictures! Yay!)
We are sisters three
Life breath's first beauty
The river that feeds the eternal spring
And the earth from whence all things come.
The youngest is the eldest
And the eldest is young.
The middle has been here
Since time was begun.
I form from myself creatures and beings;
I breathe into them life and abundance;
I sustain them for all of their days.
And when their time is up
I reclaim them as my own.
But their legacy lives on.
Breathed into the minds of the new.
One day all will be forgotten,
They will be no more than a notch
In life's tree
But we three
We remember each face
And each laugh
We are the beginning
And the end.
We are the ridges carved deep into sand.
We are the wind whispering secrets
Through your hair
We are the morning dew
And the sun's beams of light
We are the sun rise
And the sun set
And the stars shining bright
Through the black of night
We are living and dead
We are life and we are death
We are sisters three.
Life breath's first beauty
The river that feeds the eternal spring
And the earth from whence all things come.
The youngest is the eldest
And the eldest is young.
The middle has been here
Since time was begun.
I form from myself creatures and beings;
I breathe into them life and abundance;
I sustain them for all of their days.
And when their time is up
I reclaim them as my own.
But their legacy lives on.
Breathed into the minds of the new.
One day all will be forgotten,
They will be no more than a notch
In life's tree
But we three
We remember each face
And each laugh
We are the beginning
And the end.
We are the ridges carved deep into sand.
We are the wind whispering secrets
Through your hair
We are the morning dew
And the sun's beams of light
We are the sun rise
And the sun set
And the stars shining bright
Through the black of night
We are living and dead
We are life and we are death
We are sisters three.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Why I Am
I do not think
That I am quite right.
Everyone has their quirks,
And me mine,
But I cannot help thinking
That perhaps my quirks are more.
You see,
My heart is bound
By the whips and lashes
Of the voices whose hate
Disgraced who I was and
Scarred my once clean wrists.
My hands are sullied
With my own blood,
Drawn by my own blade;
The pressure exerted with the venom,
The venom of those words
That flow as easily as my blood.
They are burned, scorched
Into my being.
I am a branded consequence
Of their scorn for themselves
And each other;
And I had no choice.
That I am quite right.
Everyone has their quirks,
And me mine,
But I cannot help thinking
That perhaps my quirks are more.
You see,
My heart is bound
By the whips and lashes
Of the voices whose hate
Disgraced who I was and
Scarred my once clean wrists.
My hands are sullied
With my own blood,
Drawn by my own blade;
The pressure exerted with the venom,
The venom of those words
That flow as easily as my blood.
They are burned, scorched
Into my being.
I am a branded consequence
Of their scorn for themselves
And each other;
And I had no choice.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Where Do You Want to Live?
I want to live in a castle that looks like a cottage
where there is a cobblestone path
leading to the heavy oak door with a large brass handle
There would be ivy growing up the side
with climbing roses intertwined
And it would be close to a brook or creek
Deep enough to cool down in, but crystal clear
and littered with sparkling, technicolor pebbles
And there would be cattails and weeping willows
growing along the bank
amidst red and gold and purple wildflowers
The garden would be overgrown with fruits and flowers
A wild wonderland with wrought iron benches and gates
At night we would catch fireflies and then free them
and in the morning we would sit at a circle booth and eat
toast and bacon with maple syrup
Wide wooden cupboards would hold our
hodge-podge cups and glasses
Some elegant and graceful, some stout and sturdy
In the living room there would be a stone fireplace
with a grand mantel that would hold all
of our finest treasures on display
And within we would burn blue and green flames
There would be large window panes to
let the golden light filter in
and frame the rampant storm as it drove through
the tops would be colored seaglass, like stained glass windows
and the windowsills would be wide and wooden
the perfect width for any cup
It would have worn hardwood floors, parts covered in soft rugs
and overstuffed, mismatched chairs and couches
surrounded by bookshelves filled with fairytales and adventures
The bathroom would hold a seashell sink with a hooked faucet
and a circular tub big enough for two,
and on the sides would be soap for bubble baths
and shelves for candlewax
And our bedroom would contain a massive cushioned bed
with feather pillows and a fluffy homemade quilt bigger than we need
And hung on the wall, above the headboard
would be a gorgeous dream catcher
stealing away all the nightmares.
where there is a cobblestone path
leading to the heavy oak door with a large brass handle
There would be ivy growing up the side
with climbing roses intertwined
And it would be close to a brook or creek
Deep enough to cool down in, but crystal clear
and littered with sparkling, technicolor pebbles
And there would be cattails and weeping willows
growing along the bank
amidst red and gold and purple wildflowers
The garden would be overgrown with fruits and flowers
A wild wonderland with wrought iron benches and gates
At night we would catch fireflies and then free them
and in the morning we would sit at a circle booth and eat
toast and bacon with maple syrup
Wide wooden cupboards would hold our
hodge-podge cups and glasses
Some elegant and graceful, some stout and sturdy
In the living room there would be a stone fireplace
with a grand mantel that would hold all
of our finest treasures on display
And within we would burn blue and green flames
There would be large window panes to
let the golden light filter in
and frame the rampant storm as it drove through
the tops would be colored seaglass, like stained glass windows
and the windowsills would be wide and wooden
the perfect width for any cup
It would have worn hardwood floors, parts covered in soft rugs
and overstuffed, mismatched chairs and couches
surrounded by bookshelves filled with fairytales and adventures
The bathroom would hold a seashell sink with a hooked faucet
and a circular tub big enough for two,
and on the sides would be soap for bubble baths
and shelves for candlewax
And our bedroom would contain a massive cushioned bed
with feather pillows and a fluffy homemade quilt bigger than we need
And hung on the wall, above the headboard
would be a gorgeous dream catcher
stealing away all the nightmares.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Missing You
I've been having trouble sleeping,
So I'm pretending that these pillows pressed against me are your body instead.
But it's been so long and I have been so lonely,
I've nearly forgotten how you truly feel.
The warmth of your smile,
The heat of your kiss,
The branding fire in your touch,
Claiming me as so irrevocably your own.
Oh, what I wouldn't give to have you here by my side,
Your face mine to touch,
Your lips mine to kiss,
Your self mine to cherish.
So I'm pretending that these pillows pressed against me are your body instead.
But it's been so long and I have been so lonely,
I've nearly forgotten how you truly feel.
The warmth of your smile,
The heat of your kiss,
The branding fire in your touch,
Claiming me as so irrevocably your own.
Oh, what I wouldn't give to have you here by my side,
Your face mine to touch,
Your lips mine to kiss,
Your self mine to cherish.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Lava Lamp
They tell me I am only part of a bigger picture. The tell me I should not question the way it is.
Since my creation I have gone through the ebb and flow of things and have been content. I am older now. I have watched carefully as others tried to drift apart, make their own way, only to find themselves stuck again within the same familiar pattern. I have seen the fall of great civilizations, burned out and resembling nothing but ash.
I have taken a few hits of my own, fallen a few times, climbed to the height of all glory only to be knocked down when my stability was taken out from underneath me.
I watch in the warped ways of my people, viewing things not as they are, but as we see them.
I am not alone. I am a piece in a greater whole. But we are not the same.
I long for a world outside my protective bubble, a world where I would be free to spread and explore, finally see the unperturbed sights I've been wanting after since my eyes were opened.
But they wouldn't understand. No one would. They are pieces in a greater whole and they are content. They love their lives and do not question it. But I, I am full of questions.
Since my creation I have gone through the ebb and flow of things and have been content. I am older now. I have watched carefully as others tried to drift apart, make their own way, only to find themselves stuck again within the same familiar pattern. I have seen the fall of great civilizations, burned out and resembling nothing but ash.
I have taken a few hits of my own, fallen a few times, climbed to the height of all glory only to be knocked down when my stability was taken out from underneath me.
I watch in the warped ways of my people, viewing things not as they are, but as we see them.
I am not alone. I am a piece in a greater whole. But we are not the same.
I long for a world outside my protective bubble, a world where I would be free to spread and explore, finally see the unperturbed sights I've been wanting after since my eyes were opened.
But they wouldn't understand. No one would. They are pieces in a greater whole and they are content. They love their lives and do not question it. But I, I am full of questions.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Curious
People are curious beings. It is as though they are constantly overcome with an urge to help others. It is not a kind thing, it can be, but it is mostly instinctual.
If one's pencil begins to roll, if another notices, they will attempt to stop it and put it at rights. If one's papers fall to the floor, often you will see others stop to help them pick things up. If someone runs into another, they apologize, sometimes even if it was the other's fault.
Some people do not have these urges. If the pencil rolls, they avert their eyes. If papers are strewn about they step over them, or maybe even upon them. If they run into another, they blame them.
Indeed, they are curious. Some that seem kind, are cruel. Like an elegant Venus fly trap waiting to snap. And contrary wise, those that appear cruel, may be soft-hearted.
There are some, that when one falls down, will laugh at them and leave; others will chuckle good humoredly and help them on their feet once more; other still, will gasp in horror and rush to their side, asking if they're okay, insisting they get checked out; and yet, others may not react at all. They may simply look on from afar, or never notice and merely continue along their way, never having been bothered to intersect their life-bubble with another stranger's.
It is not so hard to see why they cannot see themselves in a proper lighting; after all, whenever they do get a good look at themselves it is entirely reverse of how everyone else views them. They carefully hone in on each of their flaws, being that they are with themselves every moment of every day from conception to death, this is also not difficult to picture. They are closer and have a different perspective on their bodies and minds. They see what others do not. But they do not see how they look when their eyes light up with excitement or the explosive way their joy happily spreads to others.
No, they only see their own flaws.
Sometimes they pick out the flaws in others, some do not, some can only do this. But others' flaws are not so bad as their own seem. And with time, the closer together the two strangers become, the less the flaws are noticed and the more prominent become the wonderful, admirable qualities that make them special.
Yes, the more thought put into them the more curious people become. How painfully they seek attention; wanting after it like a newborn gasps for its first taste of air. They speak and cry and smile and express themselves in the most noticeable of ways, and when they are ignored, they may fall to pieces, or their expressions may become louder. But they are never truly ignored, for someone has seen them and is debating if they should go to them and talk to them, perhaps ask them what's wrong, or what they're smiling about, what are they laughing about, are they okay, how was their weekend? Someone sees.
Every time someone expresses themselves, someone sees. Someone cares.
Compassionate, cruel, candid, contemptuous, coddled, confused, curious beings, people are.
If one's pencil begins to roll, if another notices, they will attempt to stop it and put it at rights. If one's papers fall to the floor, often you will see others stop to help them pick things up. If someone runs into another, they apologize, sometimes even if it was the other's fault.
Some people do not have these urges. If the pencil rolls, they avert their eyes. If papers are strewn about they step over them, or maybe even upon them. If they run into another, they blame them.
Indeed, they are curious. Some that seem kind, are cruel. Like an elegant Venus fly trap waiting to snap. And contrary wise, those that appear cruel, may be soft-hearted.
There are some, that when one falls down, will laugh at them and leave; others will chuckle good humoredly and help them on their feet once more; other still, will gasp in horror and rush to their side, asking if they're okay, insisting they get checked out; and yet, others may not react at all. They may simply look on from afar, or never notice and merely continue along their way, never having been bothered to intersect their life-bubble with another stranger's.
It is not so hard to see why they cannot see themselves in a proper lighting; after all, whenever they do get a good look at themselves it is entirely reverse of how everyone else views them. They carefully hone in on each of their flaws, being that they are with themselves every moment of every day from conception to death, this is also not difficult to picture. They are closer and have a different perspective on their bodies and minds. They see what others do not. But they do not see how they look when their eyes light up with excitement or the explosive way their joy happily spreads to others.
No, they only see their own flaws.
Sometimes they pick out the flaws in others, some do not, some can only do this. But others' flaws are not so bad as their own seem. And with time, the closer together the two strangers become, the less the flaws are noticed and the more prominent become the wonderful, admirable qualities that make them special.
Yes, the more thought put into them the more curious people become. How painfully they seek attention; wanting after it like a newborn gasps for its first taste of air. They speak and cry and smile and express themselves in the most noticeable of ways, and when they are ignored, they may fall to pieces, or their expressions may become louder. But they are never truly ignored, for someone has seen them and is debating if they should go to them and talk to them, perhaps ask them what's wrong, or what they're smiling about, what are they laughing about, are they okay, how was their weekend? Someone sees.
Every time someone expresses themselves, someone sees. Someone cares.
Compassionate, cruel, candid, contemptuous, coddled, confused, curious beings, people are.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Saturday, June 1, 2013
The Magic Mountain
So, my German teacher let me borrow a book from him, called the Magic Mountain, and I've been trying to read it.
It's really super long. I mean, 716 pages of long. I have successfully read 104 pages in a grand total of 3 or 4 weeks. I'm not really sure I'm going to finish it.
We only have another week of school left and I need to finish it before then because I need to give it back to my teacher.
We have exams coming up and, well... I don't think I'm going to fail them, and to be honest, I don't think I'm going to study for them either. I think that I'm going to try and spend much much more time on my story. I want to print it out and then revise it. *nod*
We'll see how it goes.
Hoping that you're enjoying the warm weather!
Love~!
It's really super long. I mean, 716 pages of long. I have successfully read 104 pages in a grand total of 3 or 4 weeks. I'm not really sure I'm going to finish it.
We only have another week of school left and I need to finish it before then because I need to give it back to my teacher.
We have exams coming up and, well... I don't think I'm going to fail them, and to be honest, I don't think I'm going to study for them either. I think that I'm going to try and spend much much more time on my story. I want to print it out and then revise it. *nod*
We'll see how it goes.
Hoping that you're enjoying the warm weather!
Love~!
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Update?
So.... I made another blog... for my books. In case anybody is interested in that information what so ever. It's ofdragonsandmen.blogspot.com in case you're interested. If you're not, that's cool too. *ahem* Anyways. Just a quick little update there.
I finished writing Inside Out and it has entered the revising process. No, I did not make my goal, it's still like 73-ish pages. I'm a wreck. But I'm trying to make it stretch. Wish me luck. Hopefully I'm just missing something and I can add it in and it'll magically jump like, 50 or so pages... that would be nice... right? Right.
Also! My mother bought me The Clown Arounds and the Story of Holly and Ivy so now I have them! :D <3 My excitement. It knows no bounds. :3
Soon we'll be getting into the end of the year exams and I'm trying not to worry about it. They shouldn't be too difficult. Health, FEFE, Geometry, English, and German. I'm expecting that the Health and FEFE exams will be easy, German won't be bad. English won't be terrible. I'm trying not to think about the Geometry exam. I'll deal with that when it comes.
This weekend we're heading up the cottage for Five. Days. I'm ecstatic. I have school off on Friday and Monday and I'm taking school off on Tuesday, which means that I need to talk to my teachers about getting homework because it's a pre-planned absence. *sigh* I would so much rather pretend that it's a sick day and turn in my stuff later. Of course, that would be lying, and lying is bad. Or so they tell me.
:) I've come to the conclusion that I am very VERY fond of the song Tiptoe by Imagine Dragons. Check it out sometime, it's pretty cool. ;P
Alright, I'll talk to you later.
Love!
I finished writing Inside Out and it has entered the revising process. No, I did not make my goal, it's still like 73-ish pages. I'm a wreck. But I'm trying to make it stretch. Wish me luck. Hopefully I'm just missing something and I can add it in and it'll magically jump like, 50 or so pages... that would be nice... right? Right.
Also! My mother bought me The Clown Arounds and the Story of Holly and Ivy so now I have them! :D <3 My excitement. It knows no bounds. :3
Soon we'll be getting into the end of the year exams and I'm trying not to worry about it. They shouldn't be too difficult. Health, FEFE, Geometry, English, and German. I'm expecting that the Health and FEFE exams will be easy, German won't be bad. English won't be terrible. I'm trying not to think about the Geometry exam. I'll deal with that when it comes.
This weekend we're heading up the cottage for Five. Days. I'm ecstatic. I have school off on Friday and Monday and I'm taking school off on Tuesday, which means that I need to talk to my teachers about getting homework because it's a pre-planned absence. *sigh* I would so much rather pretend that it's a sick day and turn in my stuff later. Of course, that would be lying, and lying is bad. Or so they tell me.
:) I've come to the conclusion that I am very VERY fond of the song Tiptoe by Imagine Dragons. Check it out sometime, it's pretty cool. ;P
Alright, I'll talk to you later.
Love!
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Books
So I've been thinking lately that I need to restock my personal library. Which means that whenever I go to my friends' houses I'll be taking inventory of whatever they have in their own bookshelves and marking down whatever I think looks worth reading. Also, more visits to the bookstore! :D Yes!
I would like to replenish the books from my childhood. Two in particular. The Clown-Arounds, and The Story of Holly and Ivy. And then I have entire series that I need to acquire. Like the Harry Potter series, I still don't have all of those books! I would like to have a few more classics in my library as well, like Lolita, Frankenstein, Dracula, and the Secret Garden. :P
All of this restocking means that I'm going to need a bigger bookshelf. And possibly a larger room... Maybe I'll look into one of those beds that has a bookshelf beneath it. :)
I've started my third and final trimester for this year and I'm anxiously awaiting the oncome of the warm weather and vacations. Maybe I'll get more into a writing mood with less pressure on me.
I learned about a rare disorder called Osteogenesis Imperfecta and I think I'd like to include it in a story sometime with people with other disorders that are severe but rare and how they get along and support each other. I think that people with disabilities don't get enough acknowledgements in the world of stories.
I brought my GPA up to a 3.9 and I'm hoping for a 4.0 by the end of the year. ^^ With any luck, that is.
I have yet to finish Inside Out, it's just lingering around the early sixty pages. Which is really bugging me because a lot of things have happened since the beginning of the book and yet it's not even to 100 pages yet. I just want to get on with it. I'm worried because the book is coming to a close and it's technically not long enough to qualify as a novel.. According to my third grade teacher that is, a novel must be at the very least 150 pages.
Hopefully I'll be able to fix it up and make it longer. :D
Hope your March has been swell.
Love!
I would like to replenish the books from my childhood. Two in particular. The Clown-Arounds, and The Story of Holly and Ivy. And then I have entire series that I need to acquire. Like the Harry Potter series, I still don't have all of those books! I would like to have a few more classics in my library as well, like Lolita, Frankenstein, Dracula, and the Secret Garden. :P
All of this restocking means that I'm going to need a bigger bookshelf. And possibly a larger room... Maybe I'll look into one of those beds that has a bookshelf beneath it. :)
I've started my third and final trimester for this year and I'm anxiously awaiting the oncome of the warm weather and vacations. Maybe I'll get more into a writing mood with less pressure on me.
I learned about a rare disorder called Osteogenesis Imperfecta and I think I'd like to include it in a story sometime with people with other disorders that are severe but rare and how they get along and support each other. I think that people with disabilities don't get enough acknowledgements in the world of stories.
I brought my GPA up to a 3.9 and I'm hoping for a 4.0 by the end of the year. ^^ With any luck, that is.
I have yet to finish Inside Out, it's just lingering around the early sixty pages. Which is really bugging me because a lot of things have happened since the beginning of the book and yet it's not even to 100 pages yet. I just want to get on with it. I'm worried because the book is coming to a close and it's technically not long enough to qualify as a novel.. According to my third grade teacher that is, a novel must be at the very least 150 pages.
Hopefully I'll be able to fix it up and make it longer. :D
Hope your March has been swell.
Love!
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Feeling sick. Sore throat, stuffy nose... Certainly not how I want to spend my Wednesday.
On the bright side, soon Inside Out will be coming to a close, that is if I can get enough inspiration to finish it. *sigh* I have faith though! I just need to get them to their last destination and then I can send them home. :)
I've been toying with this idea of just combining all of the books into one HUGE book and then editing it, and then separating them from there, like I plan to do with the chapters, but I don't maybe that's just extra work for me? Either way, with any luck this book will be finished soon and then I can start on the second one.
I've been looking at publishing companies, but many are only taking manuscripts that have agents, and I don't have an agent...So, I don't know what that means as of yet, but I hope to be finished with this novel by April. :D
In the meantime, Valentine's Day is coming up and I think I might actually have a Valentine this year! I'm very excited to see how this will all turn out. Our school is cancelling the Valentine's Dance because only 35 people signed up to go... out of over 700 students... Yeah.
Hopefully you guys aren't doing too badly either. :)
Love!
On the bright side, soon Inside Out will be coming to a close, that is if I can get enough inspiration to finish it. *sigh* I have faith though! I just need to get them to their last destination and then I can send them home. :)
I've been toying with this idea of just combining all of the books into one HUGE book and then editing it, and then separating them from there, like I plan to do with the chapters, but I don't maybe that's just extra work for me? Either way, with any luck this book will be finished soon and then I can start on the second one.
I've been looking at publishing companies, but many are only taking manuscripts that have agents, and I don't have an agent...So, I don't know what that means as of yet, but I hope to be finished with this novel by April. :D
In the meantime, Valentine's Day is coming up and I think I might actually have a Valentine this year! I'm very excited to see how this will all turn out. Our school is cancelling the Valentine's Dance because only 35 people signed up to go... out of over 700 students... Yeah.
Hopefully you guys aren't doing too badly either. :)
Love!
Monday, January 14, 2013
One is to be considered Updated.
Well, I just thought you all might like to know that I'm doing very well in my classes. ^^ I'm so pleased with myself. I have all A's! :D Even in math! *Yes!* So, I thought I'd share that I was the only person in my hour that got 100% on the math test. I'm sharing because I'm certain this will never happen again. Also, because I received a small Gary the Exercising Snail as a reward. ^^ I like Gary. He's lovely.
How was your week? OH! I figured out where my story's going! (Thank you very much, love. ;) ) They're going to fight and Eliphadragamus! Aren't you proud? It's going to be great, it gives me the climax, the third ring, a way to end my story properly, and, Hello? I get to use the word 'Eliphadragamus' in a formal setting, what could be better? xD I'm so happy.
I also have gotten my first boyfriend, rather recent development. :P He's nice. His name is Zach.
My fifteenth birthday is next week Tuesday, and I'm having a birthday party at my home for it. :) There will be free food and other such wonderful things.
Let's see.... What else? Uhm, Oh! Oh! I made a friend! His name is Tanner, and I decided to talk to him at lunch because he always seems lonely and bored. And now we talk. ^^" I'm proud of myself for that as well.
Uh, Oh! I organized my bedroom last night so now all my drawers are organized and I also have wifi on my laptop now! :D Yes! I'm so happy. TO POTTERMORE. >:D
Love!
How was your week? OH! I figured out where my story's going! (Thank you very much, love. ;) ) They're going to fight and Eliphadragamus! Aren't you proud? It's going to be great, it gives me the climax, the third ring, a way to end my story properly, and, Hello? I get to use the word 'Eliphadragamus' in a formal setting, what could be better? xD I'm so happy.
I also have gotten my first boyfriend, rather recent development. :P He's nice. His name is Zach.
My fifteenth birthday is next week Tuesday, and I'm having a birthday party at my home for it. :) There will be free food and other such wonderful things.
Let's see.... What else? Uhm, Oh! Oh! I made a friend! His name is Tanner, and I decided to talk to him at lunch because he always seems lonely and bored. And now we talk. ^^" I'm proud of myself for that as well.
Uh, Oh! I organized my bedroom last night so now all my drawers are organized and I also have wifi on my laptop now! :D Yes! I'm so happy. TO POTTERMORE. >:D
Love!
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