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<3,
Alexx
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Masquerade
I read this on Brandon Is Write, another blog I follow. I think it is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. I did not write it, he did. But I wanted to share it here.
"Masquerade"
You stare at the party before you. Glamorous. It’s exactly like a scene out of any fairytale. Chandeliers dangle from the high ceiling, weighed down by diamonds and crystals. Although they hang still, it still seems as if they are threatening to fall down.
The floor reflects the light from the chandeliers. The walls bounce the voices back and forth. Each heel that strikes the floor is accompanied by a clack. You hear the countless conversations swirling around you, but you don’t understand any of them. All the voices and words blend together in one giant murmur.
Long, gorgeous gowns trail the glossy floor. Every girl on the dance floor wears a mask corresponding with her dress. Every boy wears the same penguin suit costume, each with a mask concealing his identity. The room is full of mystery and unanswered questions as everyone peers curiously at one another, wondering who exactly they’re dealing with.
A penguin suit walks up to you. Although the mask covers his mouth, you see the twinkle in his eyes and hear the smile in his voice. “You seem familiar,” he says slowly.
You return the smile. “Is this how you try to pick up girls?” you remark playfully.
He doesn’t reply at first. You see his eyes studying you, sure that he’s still smiling.
Under his gaze, you try not to squirm. Instead, you lift your chin, straighten your back, and lock your own eyes to him.
“Would you like to dance?” he asks you, holding out his hand for you.
You briefly glance down at his welcoming hand before taking it. “It would be my pleasure,” you reply, excited. The moment his hand wraps around your own, your palm grows sweaty and your heart beats faster.
And so the two of you dance. It’s graceful; rhythmic. You aren’t touching him, but you still feel his warmth emanating off his body that it almost seems as if your body is pressed against his. He breathes. You match your own to his. The butterflies within your stomach rampage in circles.
You can’t keep your cool for much longer. A grin permanently paints itself on your face along with a rosy red color gently brushed onto your cheeks. Unfortunately, the mask covers your transparent feelings.
The song ends. The two of you step away from one another. His warmth you felt, however, remains lingering on you.
“I’ll be right back,” you squeal, your voice an octave higher than it was prior to the dance.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” he replies, fairly amused. He’s taken a liking to you.
You turn and hurry away, trying to regain your composure. It’s difficult, considering you can’t seem to concentrate on anything other than Mr. Penguin Suit.
Accidentally, you bump into someone while your mind is preoccupied.
“Sorry,” you say, looking up at the person you just ran into. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops as you see a replicate of yourself. Or, so it seems like a replicate.
She has the same dress as you. Maybe not exactly the same, but an extremely similar one. Her mask is very similar as well. She has the same hair color as you; the same shade of skin, the same height. You feel like you’re looking in a mirror. The two of you look chillingly alike.
The only aspect different between the two of you were the eyes. As she holds your stunned gaze, you notice her eyes are deeper and darker compared to your own glowing set of carefree eyes. Her eyes don’t show surprise. Instead, they’re knowing and understanding. Very different from yours.
"You’re--" you start, trying to place a name with her hidden face. Before you can finish, a large crash interrupts you. The moment of truth.
Heads turn toward the fallen chandelier in the middle of the dance floor. Shattered glass is scattered everywhere. The guests stare at the chandelier in horror before panicking. They begin to run for the doors.
You bring your attention back to the look-alike girl. She lifts her mask and reveals a smile.
"--Love," you finish.
"And you’re Infatuation," she responds.
Glancing across the dance floor, you see Mr. Penguin Suit staring back at you, clearly puzzled. He doesn’t know which girl he danced with earlier in the night.
"He’s not searching for you," she says before slipping the mask back on. Her voice is soft, gentle. You can’t make a noise as she walks away toward a confused Mr. Penguin Suit. He gives you one last fleeting glance before giving Love his undivided attention.
You look the other way and notice another boy in a mask and a penguin suit costume staring at you curiously. Slightly raising your mask, you grant him a smile as you drift toward him.
The other boy isn’t your problem anymore. A new set of butterflies, giggles, and heartbeats are awaiting for you. Of course, he’ll mistake you for Love like they all do, but you’re alright with that now. You’re used to the quick, thrilling moments you’ll shortly share with him. It’s who you are.
"Masquerade"
You stare at the party before you. Glamorous. It’s exactly like a scene out of any fairytale. Chandeliers dangle from the high ceiling, weighed down by diamonds and crystals. Although they hang still, it still seems as if they are threatening to fall down.
The floor reflects the light from the chandeliers. The walls bounce the voices back and forth. Each heel that strikes the floor is accompanied by a clack. You hear the countless conversations swirling around you, but you don’t understand any of them. All the voices and words blend together in one giant murmur.
Long, gorgeous gowns trail the glossy floor. Every girl on the dance floor wears a mask corresponding with her dress. Every boy wears the same penguin suit costume, each with a mask concealing his identity. The room is full of mystery and unanswered questions as everyone peers curiously at one another, wondering who exactly they’re dealing with.
A penguin suit walks up to you. Although the mask covers his mouth, you see the twinkle in his eyes and hear the smile in his voice. “You seem familiar,” he says slowly.
You return the smile. “Is this how you try to pick up girls?” you remark playfully.
He doesn’t reply at first. You see his eyes studying you, sure that he’s still smiling.
Under his gaze, you try not to squirm. Instead, you lift your chin, straighten your back, and lock your own eyes to him.
“Would you like to dance?” he asks you, holding out his hand for you.
You briefly glance down at his welcoming hand before taking it. “It would be my pleasure,” you reply, excited. The moment his hand wraps around your own, your palm grows sweaty and your heart beats faster.
And so the two of you dance. It’s graceful; rhythmic. You aren’t touching him, but you still feel his warmth emanating off his body that it almost seems as if your body is pressed against his. He breathes. You match your own to his. The butterflies within your stomach rampage in circles.
You can’t keep your cool for much longer. A grin permanently paints itself on your face along with a rosy red color gently brushed onto your cheeks. Unfortunately, the mask covers your transparent feelings.
The song ends. The two of you step away from one another. His warmth you felt, however, remains lingering on you.
“I’ll be right back,” you squeal, your voice an octave higher than it was prior to the dance.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” he replies, fairly amused. He’s taken a liking to you.
You turn and hurry away, trying to regain your composure. It’s difficult, considering you can’t seem to concentrate on anything other than Mr. Penguin Suit.
Accidentally, you bump into someone while your mind is preoccupied.
“Sorry,” you say, looking up at the person you just ran into. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops as you see a replicate of yourself. Or, so it seems like a replicate.
She has the same dress as you. Maybe not exactly the same, but an extremely similar one. Her mask is very similar as well. She has the same hair color as you; the same shade of skin, the same height. You feel like you’re looking in a mirror. The two of you look chillingly alike.
The only aspect different between the two of you were the eyes. As she holds your stunned gaze, you notice her eyes are deeper and darker compared to your own glowing set of carefree eyes. Her eyes don’t show surprise. Instead, they’re knowing and understanding. Very different from yours.
"You’re--" you start, trying to place a name with her hidden face. Before you can finish, a large crash interrupts you. The moment of truth.
Heads turn toward the fallen chandelier in the middle of the dance floor. Shattered glass is scattered everywhere. The guests stare at the chandelier in horror before panicking. They begin to run for the doors.
You bring your attention back to the look-alike girl. She lifts her mask and reveals a smile.
"--Love," you finish.
"And you’re Infatuation," she responds.
Glancing across the dance floor, you see Mr. Penguin Suit staring back at you, clearly puzzled. He doesn’t know which girl he danced with earlier in the night.
"He’s not searching for you," she says before slipping the mask back on. Her voice is soft, gentle. You can’t make a noise as she walks away toward a confused Mr. Penguin Suit. He gives you one last fleeting glance before giving Love his undivided attention.
You look the other way and notice another boy in a mask and a penguin suit costume staring at you curiously. Slightly raising your mask, you grant him a smile as you drift toward him.
The other boy isn’t your problem anymore. A new set of butterflies, giggles, and heartbeats are awaiting for you. Of course, he’ll mistake you for Love like they all do, but you’re alright with that now. You’re used to the quick, thrilling moments you’ll shortly share with him. It’s who you are.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Today Was A Fairytale
So, Bethany mentioned I haven't posted in a few days. Which reminded me that I actually haven't. I'm out of philosophical things to think about, because this is vacation, I'm not supposed to be philosophically thinking. :P And I'd ramble about Owl City or James Marsden or something, but I'm already going to post a rambling post about Kill Paradise when I get home, so I'll wait on that. Instead I'll post another mini-trip update about yesterday.
Some are born swimmers, some learn to swim at a young age, and the others - we have it forced upon us by giant waves and the need to survive.
So, yesterday, my parents and I went to a waterpark. It was a 2 1/2 hour drive from the hotel to the park, so we took a bus. It was really nice on the way up, everybody was bubbling with excitement, it was fine. When we did get there we locked up all our belongings and put on tons of sunscreen (which was useless in the end. Or possibly I'd just be more burned if I hadn't used it?) and headed for the closest attraction.
I have the best parents. I really do. They explained to me, "swimming is easy. You just try to stay afloat by displacing water to keep you above the bottom." And then they took me to the four-foot mark in "the big pool". Oh yes. They forgot to mention there's waves in "the big pool".
Some are born swimmers, some learn to swim at a young age, and the others - we have it forced upon us by giant waves and the need to survive.
As I was counting off in my head all the things I would have done with my life were it not to end any coming second as I couldn't find the surface, I had to get dragged out by a lifeguard. Who spoke Portugese. (I guess it was his summer job?) It's a wonder I felt like trying again. I eventually did get the hang of the whole "swimming" thing, though that's probably due to the fact none of the attractions had water deeper than 4 ft. [Kat wasn't very nice when I was telling her about it. She was like "AND YOU COULD STILL TOUCH THE BOTTOM??" Salt and open wounds and all that. Thanks. :P]
Throughout the day I only required the assistance of two other lifeguards. One as I again couldn't get to the surface, and the other was during a bit of an accident. See, there was this slide, and at the bottom, I slid too far and ended up somehow on my face on pavement with a gash along my jawline. Hence lifeguard #3.
It was a fun day however, and I liked it. I also saw lots and lots of redheads, which I found interesting. Because it's not all that common. I felt like I fit in. :P
Anyway, the trip home. It was so long. So very long. I was exhausted (it was 11 at least) and the bus was loud. Still bubbling with energy. I was wanting to sleep. I texted Ben for a bit, but my phone died. So the rest of the trip home I was left to just imagine..
And then I didn't sleep til near 2, or possibly later because once we were back to the room, I could charge my phone. And we had been in the middle of a conversation. :P
So this morning I slept in. And although it kind of hurts to move a lot of things at the moment, I'm happy. Because yesterday was magical. ♥
So this morning I slept in. And although it kind of hurts to move a lot of things at the moment, I'm happy. Because yesterday was magical. ♥
Friday, June 25, 2010
Trip Update
As you discovered in the last post, we were at Epcot yesterday. So I thought I'd tell you about that. :D So we went to the park (the one with the giant golf ball for anyone who's not been there) and it was...96 or so. And extremely humid. Anyway. My parents wanted to go sit down in the shade (at Disney World? Really?) so I got in line for Spaceship: Earth (the golfball) on my own. It was at least a 90 minute line. And the couple in front of me was disturbing. They were eighteen by my estimation and I literally was expecting clothes to start coming off any minute. I tried to just ignore them, except they'd be so caught up in what they were doing that they'd forget to move ahead when the line moved. Holding my tongue to keep from telling them to get a room, I instead would politely remind them to move ahead. And they would glare at me as if I were interrupting. So after 90 minutes of that, I got to ride the 30 second ride, and then wondered why I waited that long. I guess that's just a theme park for you.
With that exception, yesterday was amazing. I went on my first-ever roller coaster! Now, I'm not counting kiddie roller coasters, I did those last time with my cousins. I mean the ones where they tell you "you have to be 48 inches to ride". Thank goodness I'm 65. It was, however, the slowest roller coaster in the parks (Test Track) but I was proud of myself for doing it and surprisingly liked it. After that, I went on Soarin'. It is the.best. ride ever. I'll explain it a little. See, you board these hang glider things that hold eight people, and buckle yourself in. There are six hang gliders, two per row, three rows. When everybody's ready, it actually lifts you up into tiers two stories in the air, facing a giant IMAX-esque screen. It's a four-minute video of different parts of California, and it's complete with scents and breezes and drops and everything. I literally could only ride that one ride all day. It was amazing.
After that I conquered my fear and went on Mission: Space. Mission: Space is a gravity wheel with a virtual panel that simulates a trip to Mars in a shuttle. I was a little freaked out to try it, I don't do too well with spinning things, but I did it anyway. Apparently they even inject cool air halfway through the ride to try to settle people's stomachs. Anyway, that was quite fun, and I, unlike lots of the other people, survived without running to a trash receptacle afterwords. Fear conquered.
After all the exciting things, we went to the World Showcase. There are eleven countries - Mexico, Norway, China, Germany, Italy, America, Japan, Morocco, France, The U.K. (mostly England), and Canada. It's so hard to pick a favorite, though Canada was NOT my favorite (they had a nondescript cliche totem pole and not much else) neither was Italy which only showed Venice and nothing of Rome or Pisa. America also was rather boring, with only one plain white building that didn't look like much and nothing else. Mexico was awesome inside, as was China outside and in, Japan was beautiful, and Morocco was probably the most extensive and intricate stop. France was amazing as well, though it was crowded so we didn't get to spend much time there. They have a bookstore, and when we come back I'm going to take look around in there. We went on the Maelstrom ride at Norway and the little one inside Mexico. I was disappointed in the Mexico one however because it was more like an advertisement for The Three Caballeros than a ride about Mexico. I asked one of the worker ladies (they hire only workers from the actual countries which is cool) and she told me with a flat affect that it was like the Spanish version of the Small World ride until a few months back when they changed it. I was disappointed. I was looking forward to Un Mundito, Despues del Todo. I'm aware that was the worst translation ever. I forgot most of my Spanish class. haha
Anyway, yesterday I had another first. We stopped for lunch at a sushi restaurant in Japan, and it was not what I expected at all. It was a lot better, actually, and definitely something I'll try again. I liked the salmon one best. We got fish and chips for dinner at the U.K. stop, and next time we come back to Epcot (I think in 3 days?) we're going to Morocco for lunch and France for dinner at a pastry shop. Should be fun!
So that's my trip update. We're leaving now for the Magic Kingdom. We get to stay in the park until 2 AM because we're staying in a resort hotel. This should be interesting seeing as I was up until 2 AM last night texting Ben. I'll sleep on the monorail. :P
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Perspective
I purposely lost my parents today at Epcot. I lost them and I watched to see what they'd do. My mom got frantic, like I expected. But like I didn't expect, my dad tried to comfort her. It was different, almost like a different side of him. He talked to her calmly and held her hand. And for a moment I could see them both, young, only in high school, and in love. I could see them the way they must have been at one point before things broke, before me. And for that moment, I knew she'd be okay after me. That maybe all along that one piece of hope was right. That after I'm gone, she'll be taken care of the same way she was before it all. It made me smile. Of course, I soon found them, and brought ice cream as an apology gift. But it made me wonder. A change of perspective.
Once we were back at the hotel, I let perspectives change again. I sat and watched the world I've always wanted slip away. And instead of doing what I always do - close my eyes, wish it away, and eventually allow it to drift from my memory - I decided to tear it apart completely. To watch it all break and let the pieces scatter. I let it break and it hurt. It hurt terribly. But I saw it from far away, and from far away it all seems rather silly. All this worrying and caring. From far away it was like seeing it from a different side. A side that says there is no reason to keep going and there is no reason to give up. It's all what I decide to do with it. I guess you could say for the first time, I understood. Really understood. The change in perspective scared me a little. It felt like it would be surprisingly easy to let it all go if I did it now. Mom would be taken care of and things wouldn't be half as hard to end this way. But at the same time, it would be surprisingly easy to change what I think. I could change it all, flip it backwards and make a new world. Dream something new and entirely wonderful and reach it.
Perspective. It either brings hope or fear or sometimes even both. But whatever it brings, one thing is for certain. It brings change. And I'm hoping things will change. And I'm hoping for the better.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
This Will Come Out As A Vague Mess
I need to say this. I don't care if it makes no sense, it makes perfect sense to me.
Talk to me. I mean really talk. Tell me what's on your mind, tell me everything. I know what I said and I'm sorry. It was wrong to tell you that. Wrong to make you miserable just to make it easier for me. I didn't want this to happen. You have to know that. And now that it happened I want to make it better, if you'll let me try. Just talk to me about it, let me try to make you smile. Please. I'll take it all back if you just smile.
Talk to me. Tell me about it. I can help if you just let me.
24 Hours
A lot can happen in 24 hours. A life can change in that amount of time. As the world turns a full rotation, it's almost as if we do too. From the foggy drowsiness of morning to the rush of the day to the calm of evening and back again to the hazy reach or sleep. The same can be said of most days. From the cheerful bliss of a new day to the dull impatience of the morning to an altogether dismal afternoon and a miserable evening which ended with a hint of hope that possibly the next day I'd wake up happy again.
While it's true that generally 24 hours brings a full rotation, it doesn't mean it has to. Yesterday was the third day in my memory that I had 24 hours of happiness. Nothing went wrong, nothing even really slipped at all. It was altogether wonderful.
But the only thing about being happy, is it sets you up for a disappointment.
And I'm trying desperately to not let that happen today.
While it's true that generally 24 hours brings a full rotation, it doesn't mean it has to. Yesterday was the third day in my memory that I had 24 hours of happiness. Nothing went wrong, nothing even really slipped at all. It was altogether wonderful.
But the only thing about being happy, is it sets you up for a disappointment.
And I'm trying desperately to not let that happen today.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I Am Never Getting A Tattoo
I have this habit of always changing things. My mind, my favorite songs - everything. And after changing this blog, I missed the way it was. So, I went back to the other blog (anyone remember Somewhere Past Tomorrow?) and stole the coding, and brought it back. Because somehow this just feels like home...
Sorry to anybody who already was used to the stars, I think we're keeping the dots from now on.
BUT.
There's the slightest of problems. It completely reversed the order of things. Blog posts are above the About Me box which is above the Followers list which is above the Older Posts. It should be Title above About Me above Followers above Older Posts all on the right hand side next to the blog posts.
SO.
For now, we're just going to have blog posts (and a misplaced title that I cannot remove) and when I find a way to get it back to normal, I'll fix it. Sound good?
*hug dots*
I missed it~
Sorry to anybody who already was used to the stars, I think we're keeping the dots from now on.
BUT.
There's the slightest of problems. It completely reversed the order of things. Blog posts are above the About Me box which is above the Followers list which is above the Older Posts. It should be Title above About Me above Followers above Older Posts all on the right hand side next to the blog posts.
SO.
For now, we're just going to have blog posts (and a misplaced title that I cannot remove) and when I find a way to get it back to normal, I'll fix it. Sound good?
*hug dots*
I missed it~
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Magic
So yesterday we spent the day at the beach. I'm pretty sure I gave myself skin cancer after only one day. Oh well. Maybe I'll finally quit looking like a vampire for once. It makes my freckles show up more though. Sigh. Can't get everything. :P
It was relaxing though. Just watching the waves. I've never been to an actual beach before, but I really liked it. I liked the peaceful rhythm and the sound. I'm still scared of water, but I think before this trip's over I'll overcome that a little. haha I built a sand castle though with my parents, and it looked alot like Cinderella's castle. We have wonderful imaginations. <3 I also collected a few seashells. Not sure what to do with them, but maybe give them to Kat so she can make something out of them.
Then today we went to the Magic Kingdom. It turns out we're staying in the Contemporary, and then the last 3 nights we're going to the Grand Floridian. I'm excited! Anyway the hotel room is amazing. I love it. And the monorail runs through the hotel so we can get to the parks very easily.
But today we went to the Magic Kingdom. It was ... well, magical. Wandered around til we got lost, went on all the rides with no waits. Even Splash Mountain. I must say, I didn't scream like everybody else did, but I didn't really know if I liked it or just didn't scream because I was holding my breath. haha It was a little scary for me, but then again, this trip I've determined to be braver so I'm doing all the scary things this time around.
Anyway, we went back to the hotel for a nap, well, the parents napped. I just hung out. And then we went back to the park tonight for fireworks. They were fantastic! I loved it, the theme is Wishes. And Wishes coming true. It was magical.
I think the most magical moment for the perfect kiss would be under fireworks.
And that sums up today.
Sweet dreams, REC.
(:
It was relaxing though. Just watching the waves. I've never been to an actual beach before, but I really liked it. I liked the peaceful rhythm and the sound. I'm still scared of water, but I think before this trip's over I'll overcome that a little. haha I built a sand castle though with my parents, and it looked alot like Cinderella's castle. We have wonderful imaginations. <3 I also collected a few seashells. Not sure what to do with them, but maybe give them to Kat so she can make something out of them.
Then today we went to the Magic Kingdom. It turns out we're staying in the Contemporary, and then the last 3 nights we're going to the Grand Floridian. I'm excited! Anyway the hotel room is amazing. I love it. And the monorail runs through the hotel so we can get to the parks very easily.
But today we went to the Magic Kingdom. It was ... well, magical. Wandered around til we got lost, went on all the rides with no waits. Even Splash Mountain. I must say, I didn't scream like everybody else did, but I didn't really know if I liked it or just didn't scream because I was holding my breath. haha It was a little scary for me, but then again, this trip I've determined to be braver so I'm doing all the scary things this time around.
Anyway, we went back to the hotel for a nap, well, the parents napped. I just hung out. And then we went back to the park tonight for fireworks. They were fantastic! I loved it, the theme is Wishes. And Wishes coming true. It was magical.
I think the most magical moment for the perfect kiss would be under fireworks.
And that sums up today.
Sweet dreams, REC.
(:
Friday, June 18, 2010
The Promised Better Post
So, yesterday was my sixteenth birthday. And I figured what better time to tell about it than now?
Having a wonderful time! I'll let you guys know how my trip goes when I get time!
For my sixteenth birthday, my mom decided to take the "sweet sixteenth" theme literally. She made me a cake of rice krispie treats and cupcakes and cookies and every other sweet treat you can think of. We already had the house decorated for near a week beforehand and it had been done up in all sorts of colors that happened to coordinate which was fun. And for my birthday she gave me a box filled with original vintage board games. I couldn't have been happier. Candyland was among them, and we played it several times, and we all played together and each won at least once. It was fun!
I also had a chance to talk to some of my friends throughout the day and got so many birthday wishes I'm not sure what to wish for anymore! (: <3
After that, I got my present from my dad. My dad's birthday present I had totally not seen coming. He planned this party...thing I guess you could call it, and it was like a murder mystery and we had to track it all over town. It must have take quite a bit of planning, and it took a good long while. The first clue said "get your suitcase because you'll need it. I hope you planned ahead." I did, and put my stuff in our car, and we were off all over town. Around 5, we finally solved the mystery, and it led us to this amazing place. It was the penthouse of this really tall building downtown whose name I can't recall (I have the memory of a goldfish) and when we got there, the key was waiting for us. And as the "prize" we got to stay there for the night. It was absolutely amazing. Even though it doesn't sound like it. We had to leave at 2 AM to catch our flight for Florida though, so that was disappointing. But we made the most of our time there, jumping on beds and watching movies (we had to release the energy somehow!) and having a relatively amazing time. As we finally tried to get some sleep around midnight or so, we had just gotten settled in and the fire alarms went off. Seriously. In a dizzy panic, we all just left with nothing but our lives and our pajamas and ended up in the lobby with some very annoyed residents as our companions. A good word to describe the mood was confusion. Or chaos. Or both. Near an hour later, the building was reported clear and the culprit was a twelve year old girl who had 'accidentally' broken the glass and pulled the alarm. "I tripped." Best excuse ever.
Anyway, an hour later we got back to our room and got to bed. Funny. If it had really been a fire, we would have been broke and clothes-less. Silly us for being unprepared. haha It was an adventure though and I'm glad it happened! Made the trip even more memorable! And before I got to sleep I saw a text I had missed that had come through while we'd been at the lobby. Made my entire night. <3
I have to say, I wasn't too excited for my sixteenth, but I think looking back it was one of my very favorite birthdays. (:
I have to say, I wasn't too excited for my sixteenth, but I think looking back it was one of my very favorite birthdays. (:
As of today, however. Our flight got canceled. No excuse or reason, just the red word "CANCELED" following our flight number. So, we were up at 2 AM, with nothing to do but wait until the next flight at 12. So we hung out for a while in the room and played games, watched movies and such until 8, when we went to go see Toy Story 3. Today was opening day and I just want to say, it was incredible. Fair warning though, I cried the entire movie. I know that's really not saying a lot coming from me, but honestly, all the moms who brought their children cried and even my dad almost cried. And that is saying a lot. It's terribly nostalgic/bittersweet, but it was also really wonderful. I recommend seeing it. Definitely. <3
At 12 we got upgraded tickets from the airline which was rather nice, and after stopping in Alabama for dinner, we got to Florida. At the moment we're at the Hyatt, because when our flight was canceled, we called Disney and asked to move our reservations one night. They're very hospitable, so they said of course. So we'll be heading there in the morning. Exciting! Mom hasn't told us where we're staying yet, but fingers crossed it's either the Port Orleans, Coronado Springs, or Contemporary. Goodness knows it's not Grand Floridian, but hey, that's on my 'hopeful' list too! haha
So this is my "let's catch up" blog post.
Having a wonderful time! I'll let you guys know how my trip goes when I get time!
-Jazz (:
Thursday, June 17, 2010
New Layout!
If you're observant, you'll see the results of voting were Option 3! With honorary mention to "the Jell-o one" (affectionately named by Bethany).
Like it/hate it?
Easy to see/hard to see?
Easy to see/hard to see?
Longer to load?
Leave a comment, we'll see how this goes!
'night, REC. Promise a better blog soon.
I Hate Goodbyes (A post for Karl)
I guess if I could say something to you before you leave, it would be thanks.
Thanks for putting up with all my complaining, and all my problems.
Thanks for talking me out of things and helping other things make sense.
Thanks for always reminding me I'd outgrow it all eventually. And giving me back that glimmer of hope when things looked hopeless.
Thanks for always reminding me I'd outgrow it all eventually. And giving me back that glimmer of hope when things looked hopeless.
I'll miss you. I'll miss you alot.
And I won't forget you either. If you ever come back, and if you still remember, I'd love to just hear from you. Just know how you're doing. How things work out with your family and all.
Karl..I don't know what you'll think. Don't know if it'll do any last bit of good at all.
But here. I wouldn't lie to you. Not again. Not ever again.
But here. I wouldn't lie to you. Not again. Not ever again.
So I guess this is a goodbye. I hate goodbyes. So we'll leave it at, thanks for being friends while we were, maybe always will be. (:
-Alexxandre
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
And To Think I Ever Expected Any Better
I don't know why this is hitting me so hard. Maybe it's because I thought you were better. Maybe it's because I thought I was better. Maybe it's because I'm just sick of being disappointed all the time. Maybe I'm done with this for good this time around. Maybe it's for the better that I'm leaving in a few days. Maybe I just won't come back.
I wonder what you'd say if I didn't.
Maybe you wouldn't say anything.
Maybe you wouldn't care at all.
Maybe you wouldn't care at all.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Love
Love is alot like Tetris.
I've found that there are all sorts of different people, all sorts of different pieces.
And sometimes our goal is to clear all our lines as fast as we can but we don't wait for the right pieces to fall.
I've found that there are all sorts of different people, all sorts of different pieces.
And sometimes our goal is to clear all our lines as fast as we can but we don't wait for the right pieces to fall.
Maybe we can see what's coming next, but maybe we can't.
Why settle for the orange "L" shaped piece when the next thing coming is the light blue skinny tall one?
Why settle for the pieces that don't fit exactly, when the perfect match will come along soon enough?
Just a thought for today (:
Sunday, June 13, 2010
A Post For My Readers!!
Hey, so we passed 150 posts today!
And I decided as a little change, I'm going to redo the layout of this blog. Designs is a new option for blogs - they just added it. So that's where you guys come in. You've stuck with me for quite a bit now, so you probably know me pretty well by now. So I need YOUR help to pick a layout for this place! I narrowed it down (it was very difficult haha) so I'll show the options and I want everyone who reads this post to leave a comment for your favorite. The one with the most votes will be used! I'll put a reason why I like them, and why I think they fit with each one. Be sure to check them all before commenting!
This is not an option - it's far too bright, but I thought it looked a little bit dizzying from far away in a cool way. haha Just thought I'd show it, but it's not in the running, sorry.
Option 1 - it's a globe and it's in some of my favorite colors. I like this one cause it looks a little bit like something in a dream I have from time to time. (I think I've told you before about it)
Option 2 - this one is simpler. Just stripes. I like it because it matches my picture really well, and it carries on that bit of a magical theme (idk, don't judge me, I'm just weird haha)
Option 3 - I have to admit I'm partial to this one. It's stars, and *forgive my little kid moment* I think stars are the last tangible form of magic left in the world (why do you think we use them for wishing on?) (: Since this place is full of secrets, I'll also admit that I would love to live on a space station like in Zenon [dating myself there haha] SO, I love this layout, but don't let that affect your voting haha.
So thanks for sticking with me for 150 posts, readers (anonymous and non)! You guys are awesome! Don't forget to vote~
Currently listening to: "Miracle" by Kill Paradise (my new favorite band. More on them later!)
Peace Love and All That
Jazz
This is not an option - it's far too bright, but I thought it looked a little bit dizzying from far away in a cool way. haha Just thought I'd show it, but it's not in the running, sorry.
Option 1 - it's a globe and it's in some of my favorite colors. I like this one cause it looks a little bit like something in a dream I have from time to time. (I think I've told you before about it)
Option 2 - this one is simpler. Just stripes. I like it because it matches my picture really well, and it carries on that bit of a magical theme (idk, don't judge me, I'm just weird haha)
Option 3 - I have to admit I'm partial to this one. It's stars, and *forgive my little kid moment* I think stars are the last tangible form of magic left in the world (why do you think we use them for wishing on?) (: Since this place is full of secrets, I'll also admit that I would love to live on a space station like in Zenon [dating myself there haha] SO, I love this layout, but don't let that affect your voting haha.
So thanks for sticking with me for 150 posts, readers (anonymous and non)! You guys are awesome! Don't forget to vote~
Currently listening to: "Miracle" by Kill Paradise (my new favorite band. More on them later!)
Peace Love and All That
Jazz
Writing...Writing...Writing...Stuck.
My story got stuck. I've been writing it rather scattered all along, but now I can't think of things to fill in the gaps. It's turning out better than I expected and I'd say I'm almost halfway done with it, but now I'm faced with the same problem I'm always faced with. How to get from the intro to the ending. I should know better and not write anything out of order, but I think endings are my favorite part of stories so I write them better and I get them out of the way early so I don't lose momentum. That's a really bad idea, because now I have a good introduction, two or three chapters floating in the middle and a wonderful ending.
Now my question is this. How exactly do you get rid of writers' block?
Saturday, June 12, 2010
No more anonymous letters for me
Okay so like, I wrote that letter and it was posted, right? And I was happy. Then I freaked out. I was like "What if suchandsuch sees?" "Would they know I wrote that??" I settled for no.
But then today I saw a letter posted on there, and I'm 100% absolutely sure it was written to me. And it made me sad. (when of course, there's a 99% chance it was NOT)
But then today I saw a letter posted on there, and I'm 100% absolutely sure it was written to me. And it made me sad. (when of course, there's a 99% chance it was NOT)
No more anonymous letters. I'm the type of person who thinks too much for those. :P
ON A POSITIVE NOTE: I got new headphones today. :D
Currently listening to: "The Way I Loved You" by Taylor Swift
As Far As Camping Is Concerned
I'm a fan.
We had a wonderful evening. I learned how to start a fire. With a match, of course. And then our tent collapsed a little, which wasn't all that bad. We fixed it. Then it started raining, but thankfully we'd already roasted marshmallows and sung some weird song that I'm fairly sure my dad was making up as we went. The rain began to fall halfway through, and as quick as we packed things up and got under the tent, we still were all completely drenched. (Which I have to admit, has caught up to me today. Is it possible to have a cold and the flu at the same time?)
We had a wonderful time though, and we saw that it's raining more tonight, so we decided to just come home early. Which is fun, because my mom still had the day off, so at the moment the three of us are watching My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I always leave this out for some reason when I'm listing my favorite movies although it's definitely among them. And besides the fact that I'm now sniffling uncontrollably and I can't breathe through my nose, today is definitely a good day. (:
Friday, June 11, 2010
The Great Outdoors
I have the flu. I don't recall if I told you. It feels rather miserable, we're out of chicken for soup, and I still have to do school. I feel really cold, and I think it's just chills, but you know how usually, you get really cold and then you get super hot? Yeah, no, I'm just really cold. And everything hurts and I'm all tingly and it stings for anything to come into contact with my skin and my throat aches and I have a sore tummy and I can't eat.
What is the logical solution?
Let's go camping!
I don't exactly know why we are, but we are. Driving two hours tonight, then staying at a place where they set up your tent, you rent it by the night. Supposedly really nice. I'm not too outdoorsy of a person, to be honest. I mean, yes, I LOVE forests and walking through them, and I like flowers and trees and little creeks and waterfalls, but once my walk through the forest is done, I like to go home and sleep in my bed with my cell phone close at hand. :P
I don't know where she dug it up from, but my mom dug up this lantern to take, and my dad's been teaching me how to fix things since he's been here, so we're gonna try working on that today. Turns out I'm pretty good at fixing things. Like water heaters and sink parts. It's actually rather fun.
Anyway I am excited. I've never actually been camping. I hear it's really fun, so I'll have to write about how it goes once we're back home. If we get back home that is. And don't get eaten by ... *dun dun* Candyface. D:
(I just realized that episode was on last week. Oh how fitting.)
What is the logical solution?
Let's go camping!
I don't exactly know why we are, but we are. Driving two hours tonight, then staying at a place where they set up your tent, you rent it by the night. Supposedly really nice. I'm not too outdoorsy of a person, to be honest. I mean, yes, I LOVE forests and walking through them, and I like flowers and trees and little creeks and waterfalls, but once my walk through the forest is done, I like to go home and sleep in my bed with my cell phone close at hand. :P
I don't know where she dug it up from, but my mom dug up this lantern to take, and my dad's been teaching me how to fix things since he's been here, so we're gonna try working on that today. Turns out I'm pretty good at fixing things. Like water heaters and sink parts. It's actually rather fun.
Anyway I am excited. I've never actually been camping. I hear it's really fun, so I'll have to write about how it goes once we're back home. If we get back home that is. And don't get eaten by ... *dun dun* Candyface. D:
(I just realized that episode was on last week. Oh how fitting.)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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Paper Dreams
Named after my favorite Civil Wars song. <3 You don't have to read it, it will be mostly cute quotes, lyrics, and pictures. I'll keep this site going for actual blogs. Once again, what gets written on Random Emotional Crap, stays here. Same goes for Paper Dreams.
OH AND HELP ME PICK A LAYOUT FOR IT PLEASE. D:
Jazz
Paper Dreams
Named after my favorite Civil Wars song. <3 You don't have to read it, it will be mostly cute quotes, lyrics, and pictures. I'll keep this site going for actual blogs. Once again, what gets written on Random Emotional Crap, stays here. Same goes for Paper Dreams.
OH AND HELP ME PICK A LAYOUT FOR IT PLEASE. D:
Jazz
Good Morning
I had the best dream last night. I don't really remember what was going on, I just remember it took place in Willy Wonka's factory, the old one where they have those daffodil teacups that are edible and stuff. You have no idea how much I wanted one of those when I was little. xD
So, last night I was reminded just how wonderful my friends are. It's not like I forget, I just sometimes feel like whatever I do I'm in it alone. But that's not true. And so, today I'm actually feeling a lot better. (:
So, apparently today I have to eat cheese soup for lunch and it looks nasty and goupy and dad made it and I hate soup but Ben says if I don't gain weight I'll be a girl and anyway the cat won't eat it either so we have to get rid of it somehow. And besides that I have to just work on school today though I took some time to watch I Love Lucy this morning because it's fun. I forgot how much I love that show haha. I hear tonight there's supposed to be something fun to look at, like, Mars or something out. So maybe we'll go for a drive to see if we can get away from the city lights enough to be able to see something. (:
Just want to say a quick thanks/shout out to Anna for listening, to Sophie for her beautiful blog post, and Ben for reminding me what wonderful friends I have.
<3
So, last night I was reminded just how wonderful my friends are. It's not like I forget, I just sometimes feel like whatever I do I'm in it alone. But that's not true. And so, today I'm actually feeling a lot better. (:
So, apparently today I have to eat cheese soup for lunch and it looks nasty and goupy and dad made it and I hate soup but Ben says if I don't gain weight I'll be a girl and anyway the cat won't eat it either so we have to get rid of it somehow. And besides that I have to just work on school today though I took some time to watch I Love Lucy this morning because it's fun. I forgot how much I love that show haha. I hear tonight there's supposed to be something fun to look at, like, Mars or something out. So maybe we'll go for a drive to see if we can get away from the city lights enough to be able to see something. (:
Just want to say a quick thanks/shout out to Anna for listening, to Sophie for her beautiful blog post, and Ben for reminding me what wonderful friends I have.
<3
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Random Emotional Crap
I suppose that's what you're here for, right? Just to say these things to? I find it so hard though. To tell you everything anymore. Sometimes I think it scares me. To see them typed out. What I think, what I feel. It makes me feel like maybe there's something wrong with me. Something more than just being sad when it rains outside.
I'm not alright today.
I could lie and say I'm fine, but today I'm not fine. Not at all. Every time it's quiet I hear it like an echo.
I wish it were all over.
It's a terrible wish and a terrible thought, but it's true. I was so happy yesterday. And it's not like anything changed. I just woke up today with that feeling of not wanting to get out of bed. Not wanting to start the endless hours of doing nothing in particular. Not wanting to even keep breathing. I just woke up and felt like closing my eyes and making everything disappear.
Even the daydreams are just leaving me feeling empty. And maybe it is the weather. Maybe when it's warm out, I'll feel the sunshine and be content.
Or maybe there is something wrong with me.
I'm not alright today.
I could lie and say I'm fine, but today I'm not fine. Not at all. Every time it's quiet I hear it like an echo.
I wish it were all over.
It's a terrible wish and a terrible thought, but it's true. I was so happy yesterday. And it's not like anything changed. I just woke up today with that feeling of not wanting to get out of bed. Not wanting to start the endless hours of doing nothing in particular. Not wanting to even keep breathing. I just woke up and felt like closing my eyes and making everything disappear.
Even the daydreams are just leaving me feeling empty. And maybe it is the weather. Maybe when it's warm out, I'll feel the sunshine and be content.
Or maybe there is something wrong with me.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Things I Couldn't Say Today
I love you. I know it's useless to say, but god it's true...
I'm sorry. So sorry. I know how it hurts, I know what it's like, and I know good will come of it. You can't see it yet, I know, but it will work out for a bigger plan, I promise.
I know you feel like you messed up, but it will work out. You fall, but you will get back up, trust me. I've tripped a hundred times, but if you get back up, you can move on. And move on for good.
You'll know who these are to. Think hard. Maybe one's to you.
I'm sorry. So sorry. I know how it hurts, I know what it's like, and I know good will come of it. You can't see it yet, I know, but it will work out for a bigger plan, I promise.
I know you feel like you messed up, but it will work out. You fall, but you will get back up, trust me. I've tripped a hundred times, but if you get back up, you can move on. And move on for good.
You'll know who these are to. Think hard. Maybe one's to you.
Quick Update Because I Have To Go
Mom and Dad and I are going to a show downtown, but I just wanted to update to let you know I got my notebook back today. So expect a return to the relative normalcy of this blog.
ALSO - to any readers who talk to me on MSN, I'm changing my address. Not really for any reason except my old address was hacked. So add my new one (nevershoutyettis@live.com) when you get the chance and let me know you did. (:
<3
Alexx
ALSO - to any readers who talk to me on MSN, I'm changing my address. Not really for any reason except my old address was hacked. So add my new one (nevershoutyettis@live.com) when you get the chance and let me know you did. (:
<3
Alexx
Friday, June 4, 2010
Blogspot Doesn't Allow Hearts In The Title. (A post for Benjamin~)
So, Ben asked me for a blog post about him. And he didn't give me a suggestion as to what to say. I don't think he's aware just how endlessly I can ramble about him. Well...now he will be.
Sooooo, um...well, for anyone who hasn't read the older posts on this page, to sum him up, he's flirty and completely unpredictable, but sweet as sugar when he wants to be and entirely adorable. He's got a smile that could light up a room and the prettiest eyes in the world. (and his glasses are flippin sweet too) Of course I have a crush on him, but I'm not quite sure I know anyone of our mutual friends who doesn't. He's just the type of person who's the perfect combination of funny and smart and all-around charming.
But besides that,
He's a wonderful friend and he has that ability to just...know when something's wrong and he's always there when you need him. And he's one of very few people in the world who can cheer me up without having to say more than two words. He's one of my best friends, even though I've not even known him for a year and definitely nothing more than just over facebook (what in the world would we do without social networking?) Though he and I aren't even close to being much alike, we get along well, and only fight about stupid things that friends are supposed to fight about. Like ax murderers and straight boys.
He makes me smile when it's gloomy outside, and although he's been the cause of a few tears, he's been the cause of many more laughs, and I can't really explain how happy it makes me when he writes on my wall or just sends a text at midnight to tell me he's not done his English homework. I count myself lucky to be friends with him and I just hope I don't drive him too insane someday. :P
Dear Ben.
Next time you ask me to blog about you, please give me direction. xD It's incredibly difficult to write something about you without it going to just rambling bubbly mush and/or just another really BORING update to try to not be rambling and bubbly mush. :P
Thanks for being a great friend though. <3 You do mean an awful, awful lot to me. (:
Sooooo, um...well, for anyone who hasn't read the older posts on this page, to sum him up, he's flirty and completely unpredictable, but sweet as sugar when he wants to be and entirely adorable. He's got a smile that could light up a room and the prettiest eyes in the world. (and his glasses are flippin sweet too) Of course I have a crush on him, but I'm not quite sure I know anyone of our mutual friends who doesn't. He's just the type of person who's the perfect combination of funny and smart and all-around charming.
But besides that,
He's a wonderful friend and he has that ability to just...know when something's wrong and he's always there when you need him. And he's one of very few people in the world who can cheer me up without having to say more than two words. He's one of my best friends, even though I've not even known him for a year and definitely nothing more than just over facebook (what in the world would we do without social networking?) Though he and I aren't even close to being much alike, we get along well, and only fight about stupid things that friends are supposed to fight about. Like ax murderers and straight boys.
He makes me smile when it's gloomy outside, and although he's been the cause of a few tears, he's been the cause of many more laughs, and I can't really explain how happy it makes me when he writes on my wall or just sends a text at midnight to tell me he's not done his English homework. I count myself lucky to be friends with him and I just hope I don't drive him too insane someday. :P
Dear Ben.
Next time you ask me to blog about you, please give me direction. xD It's incredibly difficult to write something about you without it going to just rambling bubbly mush and/or just another really BORING update to try to not be rambling and bubbly mush. :P
Thanks for being a great friend though. <3 You do mean an awful, awful lot to me. (:
Thursday, June 3, 2010
"And They Lived Happily Ever After" (A fairy tale for Daphne)
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Written: 6/03/2010
Characters: Josh and Daphne (Girl)
Setting: I have nooooo idea.
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Gather round, and I'll tell you a little story! 8D
Once upon a time, there was a girl. And her name was..er...Girl. (I'm bubbling with originality at the moment) (and sugarrrrr). Now Girl spent her time practicing the piano because her teacher told her to. And she liked it alright, but she dreamed of playing the electric guitar. She could imagine herself, in front of a thousand people, playing backup rhythm guitar in a major-label rock band. But every time she saved up enough money to get her guitar, her piano would be out of tune, and she would end up spending the money to have it re-tuned before her next lesson.
That fall, Girl's favourite band was touring near her town. She was captivated by their music, and furthermore, by the handsome lead singer Josh. She had pictures of him and even a few pictures she'd drawn of both of them together that she kept in her pockets at all times. She'd never tell a soul, but even in her dreams she was always playing backup rhythm guitar in his band. When she heard they would be nearby, she saved every penny she earned to buy a ticket, but the shows were all sold out long before she had enough. On the afternoon before the last concert, Girl walked brokenhearted along a narrow alleyway. As leader of the fan club, she knew the band was staying in the hotel she wandered behind. Reaching a curb, she sat down. The cold October wind blew stronger than usual that day. As she pulled out one of her pictures she had drawn of her and Josh, the wind made a quick gust and pulled it from her hands to heights unknown. Saddened even more by this, she ran home as fast as she could, trying not to cry. In her haste, she failed to notice that the drawing had landed safely on a balcony of the hotel. As fate would have it, Josh stepped onto the balcony at that very moment and picked up the drawing. He turned it around. It was drawn on the back of an ad for a used guitar, purple, with sparkly pickups and volume tuners. Chilled by the wind, he walked back inside and placed it on his dresser and left the room to get something to eat.
Back at Girl's house, she was sitting on her bed, wishing she could be at the last concert. She looked over at her clock. 9:37 PM. The show started at 10:00 and went until 1:30. She sighed. She closed her eyes and only opened them at the sound of someone going through her dresser. She sat straight up. There stood an overweight man with an orange mohawk and a biker vest. Before she could ask who he was he replied by asking her "You wanna go to that concert?" Girl simply nodded. "Then go." She began to explain to him that it was sold out and too late to go anyway, but he disappeared in a orange puff, leaving behind a purple guitar - the one she'd wanted. Drifting down to rest on the edge of her dresser was a single ticket to the show - only the ticket said the show ended at midnight. She glanced over at the clock. Some Josh was better than no Josh. She picked up her ticket and her bag and left the room. On an afterthought, she came back and picked up the guitar too. Maybe he could sign it or something.
When she got to the show, there was a crowd already pressing through the door. Girl walked up to see if she could get in a different way, but a security guard waved her through a back door. Weirded out, she glanced down at her ticket. It now read "VIP backstage access." That hadn't been there before. She wandered through the backstage spider web of wires and cables. As she neared the stage she could hear the band starting their first song. But something was wrong. Josh stopped singing and said something ununderstandable (fake words ftw) into the microphone. A few minutes later a backstage hand found Girl and looked her over. "You play that thing?" Girl looked down at the guitar without answering. "Good, the guitarist got food poisoning, get out there." He shoved her out onstage. Facing the thousands of fans, Girl grew nervous, but then remembered her dream. Josh looked back at her. AT HER. She smiled. "You know these songs?" he handed her a list. She just nodded. Maybe she'd magically play the guitar like her pass had magically become VIP. As the concert started, she realized that, sure enough, she knew every riff that came next. It was the best night she'd ever had in her entire life. The two hours passed far too fast. It was around midnight, in the middle of a guitar solo that all of a sudden, her guitar stopped making any noise at all. No matter what strings she played, no sound came out as if it had been unplugged. She checked the cord but it was still intact. Josh glanced back at her questioningly. She was blushing by now out of embarrassment. After a few more painfully long moments of trying, she just turned and ran offstage. She got tangled in the cables and tripped, but picked her guitar back up and kept running until she was back home in her room. 12:17.
Josh was walking offstage after the most interesting show he'd had in a while, when he nearly tripped on something. A glittery volume tuner. He'd seen it before. It had been on the girl who played the guitar's guitar. And it had been on that advertisement on the back of the drawing he'd found earlier. Had the same girl drawn that? He asked a few backstage workers but nobody recalled asking the girl for her name, just seeing her run out of the building around midnight. As the band packed up to head to their next destination, Josh couldn't get the mysterious girl out of his head. Somehow he'd find her.
It wasn't until the following spring that he did. As the band had taken some time off, he'd decided to revisit the town. Doing the only logical thing, he held auditions for a guitarist, female, with a purple guitar. He hadn't expected so many purple guitars were actually in circulation. But Girl's was not among them. None of them were missing a volume control, let alone a glittery one. Girl after girl passed through the "auditions" with nothing more than a 'don't call me, I'll call you' response. Hopeless, he gave up his search. As he was walking down a sidewalk outside the building, he came across a girl leaning against the wall. She was talking to herself, pausing to check her watch before turning and picking up a guitar case and walking the opposite direction. On impulse, he followed her until he caught up to her. She recognized him instantly and dropped her guitar case, popping open the clasps. Out tumbled a purple guitar. He leaned down, reaching in his pocket and pulled out the volume control. It fit perfectly on the switch.
And so, Girl joined the band on tour, and Josh and Girl rocked out happily ever after.
THE END.
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Sooooooo, I couldn't parody a song, so I thought if I parodied a fairy tale that might work instead? :3
I haven't written fiction in forever, so I sorta rambled and wrote it off the top of my head. haha
Hope you liked it! :D
Written: 6/03/2010
Characters: Josh and Daphne (Girl)
Setting: I have nooooo idea.
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Gather round, and I'll tell you a little story! 8D
Once upon a time, there was a girl. And her name was..er...Girl. (I'm bubbling with originality at the moment) (and sugarrrrr). Now Girl spent her time practicing the piano because her teacher told her to. And she liked it alright, but she dreamed of playing the electric guitar. She could imagine herself, in front of a thousand people, playing backup rhythm guitar in a major-label rock band. But every time she saved up enough money to get her guitar, her piano would be out of tune, and she would end up spending the money to have it re-tuned before her next lesson.
That fall, Girl's favourite band was touring near her town. She was captivated by their music, and furthermore, by the handsome lead singer Josh. She had pictures of him and even a few pictures she'd drawn of both of them together that she kept in her pockets at all times. She'd never tell a soul, but even in her dreams she was always playing backup rhythm guitar in his band. When she heard they would be nearby, she saved every penny she earned to buy a ticket, but the shows were all sold out long before she had enough. On the afternoon before the last concert, Girl walked brokenhearted along a narrow alleyway. As leader of the fan club, she knew the band was staying in the hotel she wandered behind. Reaching a curb, she sat down. The cold October wind blew stronger than usual that day. As she pulled out one of her pictures she had drawn of her and Josh, the wind made a quick gust and pulled it from her hands to heights unknown. Saddened even more by this, she ran home as fast as she could, trying not to cry. In her haste, she failed to notice that the drawing had landed safely on a balcony of the hotel. As fate would have it, Josh stepped onto the balcony at that very moment and picked up the drawing. He turned it around. It was drawn on the back of an ad for a used guitar, purple, with sparkly pickups and volume tuners. Chilled by the wind, he walked back inside and placed it on his dresser and left the room to get something to eat.
Back at Girl's house, she was sitting on her bed, wishing she could be at the last concert. She looked over at her clock. 9:37 PM. The show started at 10:00 and went until 1:30. She sighed. She closed her eyes and only opened them at the sound of someone going through her dresser. She sat straight up. There stood an overweight man with an orange mohawk and a biker vest. Before she could ask who he was he replied by asking her "You wanna go to that concert?" Girl simply nodded. "Then go." She began to explain to him that it was sold out and too late to go anyway, but he disappeared in a orange puff, leaving behind a purple guitar - the one she'd wanted. Drifting down to rest on the edge of her dresser was a single ticket to the show - only the ticket said the show ended at midnight. She glanced over at the clock. Some Josh was better than no Josh. She picked up her ticket and her bag and left the room. On an afterthought, she came back and picked up the guitar too. Maybe he could sign it or something.
When she got to the show, there was a crowd already pressing through the door. Girl walked up to see if she could get in a different way, but a security guard waved her through a back door. Weirded out, she glanced down at her ticket. It now read "VIP backstage access." That hadn't been there before. She wandered through the backstage spider web of wires and cables. As she neared the stage she could hear the band starting their first song. But something was wrong. Josh stopped singing and said something ununderstandable (fake words ftw) into the microphone. A few minutes later a backstage hand found Girl and looked her over. "You play that thing?" Girl looked down at the guitar without answering. "Good, the guitarist got food poisoning, get out there." He shoved her out onstage. Facing the thousands of fans, Girl grew nervous, but then remembered her dream. Josh looked back at her. AT HER. She smiled. "You know these songs?" he handed her a list. She just nodded. Maybe she'd magically play the guitar like her pass had magically become VIP. As the concert started, she realized that, sure enough, she knew every riff that came next. It was the best night she'd ever had in her entire life. The two hours passed far too fast. It was around midnight, in the middle of a guitar solo that all of a sudden, her guitar stopped making any noise at all. No matter what strings she played, no sound came out as if it had been unplugged. She checked the cord but it was still intact. Josh glanced back at her questioningly. She was blushing by now out of embarrassment. After a few more painfully long moments of trying, she just turned and ran offstage. She got tangled in the cables and tripped, but picked her guitar back up and kept running until she was back home in her room. 12:17.
Josh was walking offstage after the most interesting show he'd had in a while, when he nearly tripped on something. A glittery volume tuner. He'd seen it before. It had been on the girl who played the guitar's guitar. And it had been on that advertisement on the back of the drawing he'd found earlier. Had the same girl drawn that? He asked a few backstage workers but nobody recalled asking the girl for her name, just seeing her run out of the building around midnight. As the band packed up to head to their next destination, Josh couldn't get the mysterious girl out of his head. Somehow he'd find her.
It wasn't until the following spring that he did. As the band had taken some time off, he'd decided to revisit the town. Doing the only logical thing, he held auditions for a guitarist, female, with a purple guitar. He hadn't expected so many purple guitars were actually in circulation. But Girl's was not among them. None of them were missing a volume control, let alone a glittery one. Girl after girl passed through the "auditions" with nothing more than a 'don't call me, I'll call you' response. Hopeless, he gave up his search. As he was walking down a sidewalk outside the building, he came across a girl leaning against the wall. She was talking to herself, pausing to check her watch before turning and picking up a guitar case and walking the opposite direction. On impulse, he followed her until he caught up to her. She recognized him instantly and dropped her guitar case, popping open the clasps. Out tumbled a purple guitar. He leaned down, reaching in his pocket and pulled out the volume control. It fit perfectly on the switch.
And so, Girl joined the band on tour, and Josh and Girl rocked out happily ever after.
THE END.
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Sooooooo, I couldn't parody a song, so I thought if I parodied a fairy tale that might work instead? :3
I haven't written fiction in forever, so I sorta rambled and wrote it off the top of my head. haha
Hope you liked it! :D
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
If I Could Say One Thing... (a post for Chris)
For those who don't know how to play this game, it's a nerd game, made to be played with a group. You all think of someone present, write down one thing you want to say to them that you would NEVER say to their face, then someone shuffles all the "one things" and then a reader draws them, reads them, and everyone has to guess who wrote them and to whom they were written. Chris taught it to me because he says they used to play it during study hour in the library at his school.
Come to think of it, he teaches me alot of nerd things. Like, really long abbreviations for strange sentences. And how to tell jokes where the punch line is always 23. And how to make a paper fortune so you always get the answer you want. And how to fold a dollar bill so George Washington's head looks like a tree.
Come to think of it, I think I learn most of my useless information from him.
If I could say one thing to you, I'd say thanks un-boring my airplane rides. :P
Come to think of it, he teaches me alot of nerd things. Like, really long abbreviations for strange sentences. And how to tell jokes where the punch line is always 23. And how to make a paper fortune so you always get the answer you want. And how to fold a dollar bill so George Washington's head looks like a tree.
Come to think of it, I think I learn most of my useless information from him.
If I could say one thing to you, I'd say thanks un-boring my airplane rides. :P
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Pandora (a post for Anna)
Pandora.
She and I have alot in common.
She looked too.
She was different from the rest. Special.
While they all laughed and played, she looked for some greater purpose to it all. She wanted to be more than just happy. She wanted depth to a non-dimensional existence.
So she looked.
She lost everything with that one look. Happiness no longer embraced the world. Through the box came troubles and pain and heartache. She lost her only friend. And she lost her chance to go back and forget it all and be non-dimensionally happy again.
Alot of people hear the story and they blame her. "If she weren't so curious, it would've been fine. She deserved what she got. Instead of good, she brought more bad."
But she got what she wanted. Through the sadness and pain she brought to the world, her happiness found depth. Through bringing troubles, she found something to fight against, she found purpose in her life.
And I, for one, am glad she looked.
Should I ever adopt a little girl, or at least a poor, most likely short-lived, hamster, I hope they'll be the same way. Always curious, always wanting something more. Always wanting sadness to make the happiness mean something more. If I ever do, I will name her
Pandora.
She and I have alot in common.
She looked too.
She was different from the rest. Special.
While they all laughed and played, she looked for some greater purpose to it all. She wanted to be more than just happy. She wanted depth to a non-dimensional existence.
So she looked.
She lost everything with that one look. Happiness no longer embraced the world. Through the box came troubles and pain and heartache. She lost her only friend. And she lost her chance to go back and forget it all and be non-dimensionally happy again.
Alot of people hear the story and they blame her. "If she weren't so curious, it would've been fine. She deserved what she got. Instead of good, she brought more bad."
But she got what she wanted. Through the sadness and pain she brought to the world, her happiness found depth. Through bringing troubles, she found something to fight against, she found purpose in her life.
And I, for one, am glad she looked.
Should I ever adopt a little girl, or at least a poor, most likely short-lived, hamster, I hope they'll be the same way. Always curious, always wanting something more. Always wanting sadness to make the happiness mean something more. If I ever do, I will name her
Pandora.
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