I don't like rainy days. They get me depressed. All the water coloring the sky bluish gray, as if the world's fire had burned low and the smoke clogged the air. The sound it makes is soothing, but only when it's light. When down come the rain in sheets of steel gray and the wind howls like a hungry wolf searching for prey; I feel fear. Fear that my family will be harmed, fear that the windows will break, fear that we shall all be devoured by the rushing, howling, raging storm that is kept at bay with but a few boards and panes of glass. Can you tell that I'm feeling poetic today? I have found that my stories have taken a turn for the dark and it worries me some. Is it normal for teenagers to have violent thoughts and read or write about princes of darkness? Well... not really princes of darkness but warriors who strike terror into even the hearts of their own men? I've decided to take a break from all of that, so I watch videos and listen to music while I read someone else's work. Today school was canceled on the part of bad weather, so I have the whole day to fret and do silly things and cuddle my cat... hey wait... would that be considered a silly thing? Ah well, is sucks to have a day like today as your birthday, but if you think of a warm couch with a cup if tea, a good book, and a purring cat when you get home and take a shower... I'd imagine it's not so bad. Add a loving family who knows you're awesome and would love to make you a cake and your golden!
Those are my thoughts on today for now. Stay safe you guys!
Lil Bit
Monday, January 23, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Weekends and Stories
Ok, now, I could go off like crazy on both at the same time, but I think I'll save you the brain damage.
First, weekends. They are amazing things, they really are. Sure people can be pretty amazing themselves, but there always comes a time when you just have to get away for the WHOLE day, not just the afternoon. Now, I'll admit it, I'm a lazy bum, but I think everyone feels that way from time to time. That 'I will go cray and come to work with a sawed off shot gun sitting by my chair just to watch peoples reactions' feeling that you just can't seem to shake until you've chilled out in a closed room for a day... and a half... and stayed in bed until noon... and stay up doing silly things until one. Perhaps you don't have it to that extreme, but hey, I'm a writer with an over active imagination and a muse who cashes butterflies and possibly bombs. Yeah. Musey is a bit psycho, but then again you could say that I my self am rather like the psycho bunny. You know, the 'I see dumb people' bunny? Yeah, that one. She's waving at you from your computer screen. Say HI! Ok, returning to sanity. Anyway, weekends are when you recover from that insanity and refresh yourself so you don't fly off the handle and freak someone out to the point that they say, 'Hey, the men in white coats called. They asked if I'd seen a five foot four brunette running around talking about dragons and fairies.' Again, maybe you don't get that extreme, but somewhere out there, I have a feeling that someone besides me can think up these things pertaining to themselves. Thankfully, I haven't really felt like taking anything really strange to school, but I have thought of dressing up in black with dark eye shadow and painting my nails with black nail polish that had dark red glitter in it. I also wore high heeled black leather boots to school just to prove a point. Luckily, it turned out alright. ... Let us just say that, I'm glad the weekend of the twenty-first week of school is drawing ever nearer.
Now, stories. I'll try to be briefer on this topic, but frankly, it is just so wonderful to me that I may well wax eloquent in my praise of this glorious pastime passed on through the ages. There! See? I'm already going off on it. Anyway, as clarification for my previous statement about a story I am submitting to that thing at that place for that thing... it was for a competition outside my general area so it was mailed off Tuesday. I always feel... anxious and fidgety when other people read my work so I try to forget about it and focus on other stuff the rest of the day. But on the topic of stories, they are never finished, even after the main character dies. Another can always take up the plot. No draft is ever completed. There is always something you could have done better.
Yeah! I was brief! Anyway, Dad and Mom are home and I am coming down with a head cold so I shall bid you ado for a while. It may be a short while or it may be a long while, but I shall post for sure when the results of the competition comes back.
Later!
Lil Bit
First, weekends. They are amazing things, they really are. Sure people can be pretty amazing themselves, but there always comes a time when you just have to get away for the WHOLE day, not just the afternoon. Now, I'll admit it, I'm a lazy bum, but I think everyone feels that way from time to time. That 'I will go cray and come to work with a sawed off shot gun sitting by my chair just to watch peoples reactions' feeling that you just can't seem to shake until you've chilled out in a closed room for a day... and a half... and stayed in bed until noon... and stay up doing silly things until one. Perhaps you don't have it to that extreme, but hey, I'm a writer with an over active imagination and a muse who cashes butterflies and possibly bombs. Yeah. Musey is a bit psycho, but then again you could say that I my self am rather like the psycho bunny. You know, the 'I see dumb people' bunny? Yeah, that one. She's waving at you from your computer screen. Say HI! Ok, returning to sanity. Anyway, weekends are when you recover from that insanity and refresh yourself so you don't fly off the handle and freak someone out to the point that they say, 'Hey, the men in white coats called. They asked if I'd seen a five foot four brunette running around talking about dragons and fairies.' Again, maybe you don't get that extreme, but somewhere out there, I have a feeling that someone besides me can think up these things pertaining to themselves. Thankfully, I haven't really felt like taking anything really strange to school, but I have thought of dressing up in black with dark eye shadow and painting my nails with black nail polish that had dark red glitter in it. I also wore high heeled black leather boots to school just to prove a point. Luckily, it turned out alright. ... Let us just say that, I'm glad the weekend of the twenty-first week of school is drawing ever nearer.
Now, stories. I'll try to be briefer on this topic, but frankly, it is just so wonderful to me that I may well wax eloquent in my praise of this glorious pastime passed on through the ages. There! See? I'm already going off on it. Anyway, as clarification for my previous statement about a story I am submitting to that thing at that place for that thing... it was for a competition outside my general area so it was mailed off Tuesday. I always feel... anxious and fidgety when other people read my work so I try to forget about it and focus on other stuff the rest of the day. But on the topic of stories, they are never finished, even after the main character dies. Another can always take up the plot. No draft is ever completed. There is always something you could have done better.
Yeah! I was brief! Anyway, Dad and Mom are home and I am coming down with a head cold so I shall bid you ado for a while. It may be a short while or it may be a long while, but I shall post for sure when the results of the competition comes back.
Later!
Lil Bit
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Another Day
Ok, so, I just got back in school after a long weekend and I've finished my Spanish work so... I'm bored. The mic on my laptop is trash and my teacher didn't have the program I used on his computer so now I'll either have to yell at my laptop or borrow my mom's for a few minutes. Trouble is, my mom is out of town at the moment and I'm not sure she'll be back it time for me to re-record my assinment. The world really hates me sometimes. On the up side, I have handed in my story for the Literary Arts Awards on that's a load off my chest... but then I've got the anxiety over wiether or not the people like my story and the general insecrities you get when you know someone's going to see something you've kept to yourself. *sigh* I know, I know, I'm freaking out over nothing but still! Anyway, I suppose I'll go look over a few links on my Access account and post again later. Till then, adios amigos.
Lil Bit.
Lil Bit.
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