So, everyone has heard of Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliette, right? You know, a 13 year old and a seventeen year old fall in love. When the seventeen year old's best friend get's murdered by the 13 year old's cousin, he killed her cousin and gets banished. Then, they kill themselves so they don't have to be apart.
Honestly, I used to want a love like that, but then I actually read the story and now I think I'm good. I mean, would anyone else want that?
And, even more entertaining, the entire thing happened over a duration of 3 days. So, they met, knew each other for, like, 4 hours, got married, had sex, then killed themselves because they couldn't be together forever.
I'm not gonna lie, I love Shakespeare. I love Romeo and Juliette, too. But, damn. They were both complete idiots. Well, Romeo was, at least. I think.
Did marriage and love in general work different back then? It had to of been.
But, off of the topic of tragic love stories, how have you guys been? I've been good.
So, there is this writing competition where I live, and I'm dying to enter, but I have no idea what to write. It has to have a sentence about winning a radio competition in it, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to have that be like the first the first sentence.
Something that says, "My Life Is Far From Normal, And I Don't Know What This Shit Is."
Well, that's all for now. You guys have a good one. Love you even though I don't know you.
Bye!!!
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Ghost Stories -- Part Two!
Hey, guys, So, a couple of posts ago, I started telling you a few ghost stories. I stopped because I didn't feel like writing, so I thought I'd continue right now!
What I'm about to tell you really happened. I promise. You can ask anyone that was there. Or my sister.
It's not exactly scary, but I was, like, 8, so I was terrified. Like, reallllly.
Okay. Here goes:So, we left off with my aunt's horn outside. I woke up just as they had gotten home.
My mom and I went outside to help my aunt with her DJ equipment.
My grandma had been with her, and she (my aunt) had brought her friend along with her. I didn't know his name, only that he was gay and hilarious. I don't want to offend anyone who might be LGBT+, so I'm just going to call him Michael. Yes, I like that name :).
So, my aunt came in, everyone except 8 year old me helping with the DJ equipment. Those of us that were awake, anyway.
My mom tried to get me to go to bed, but I would not leave her side. Like I said, I was terrified.
Finally, she gave us and told my aunt/grandma/Michael what had happened.
My aunt came up with the idea to talk to it.
Yay.
But, as soon as she said that, all the power in the house went out. My grandma, at some point, had said she was going to bed.
Double yay.
More scared than before, I asked my mom for my "Magic Ring" because it made me feel better. It was just a ring that an old P.E. teacher had given me, which seems kind of creepy now that I think about it, considering I was like 5 at the time, but it made me feel better to have. Even though it was way to big for my tiny fingers.
But, my mom gave me my ring, and I grabbed Michael's hand because he made me feel better, too.
We went to my brother's room, where we had heard the door slam earlier that night. I noticed a small crack in the wall, but didn't think anything of it until I realized it wasn't there the day before.
We went in and we all sat in a circle in the middle of the room. My aunt, then proceeded to taunt whatever it was that put a large crack in the dry wall by slamming a door.
Smart, huh?
When nothing happened, she looked at me and said, "You talk to it. Tell it to do something."
I was like, fuck no. But, I started anyway.
I said, "Hello? I-is anything there? I-if there is someone there, could you, maybe, uh, t-touch someone? Maybe? O-or sl-slam a window? Just so we know you're there. Maybe close a door?"
For a second, nothing happened. Then, my grandma called my mom into her room. We all went to see what was going on.
"I was laying here, and my door started closing," she said. But, the thing is, she couldn't have heard what I had said because I was talking really quiet.
My mom told her what I had said, and she didn't seem surprised.
We went back into my brother's room, and went into the closet. The closet, on the bottom of the door, had claw marks as though someone had tried to claw their way out of the room. There were also a bunch of really old toys in there, and everyone in my family had seen a little boy with white blonde short hair go into the closet at some point. His name was Alex.
My mom, who was obsessed with candles, went and got a red one. It had never been used.
She went to light the candle, and it was lit, then the flame was gone.
No one knew what happened.
My mom took her lighter and went to look at what had happened. Turns out the entire wick was gone. It completely disappeared.
We were all staring at the candle/looking for the wick.
My aunt started cursing.
We all looked at her, and she said that she felt some thing on her back like fire.
My mom lifted her shirt and we all saw scratches all down her back.
We decided to stop for the night.
The next day, my sister woke up after my mom, but before anyone else. She was going to the bathroom, and stepped on something. She looked down, and saw the wick of the candle.
What I'm about to tell you really happened. I promise. You can ask anyone that was there. Or my sister.
It's not exactly scary, but I was, like, 8, so I was terrified. Like, reallllly.
Okay. Here goes:So, we left off with my aunt's horn outside. I woke up just as they had gotten home.
My mom and I went outside to help my aunt with her DJ equipment.
My grandma had been with her, and she (my aunt) had brought her friend along with her. I didn't know his name, only that he was gay and hilarious. I don't want to offend anyone who might be LGBT+, so I'm just going to call him Michael. Yes, I like that name :).
So, my aunt came in, everyone except 8 year old me helping with the DJ equipment. Those of us that were awake, anyway.
My mom tried to get me to go to bed, but I would not leave her side. Like I said, I was terrified.
Finally, she gave us and told my aunt/grandma/Michael what had happened.
My aunt came up with the idea to talk to it.
Yay.
But, as soon as she said that, all the power in the house went out. My grandma, at some point, had said she was going to bed.
Double yay.
More scared than before, I asked my mom for my "Magic Ring" because it made me feel better. It was just a ring that an old P.E. teacher had given me, which seems kind of creepy now that I think about it, considering I was like 5 at the time, but it made me feel better to have. Even though it was way to big for my tiny fingers.
But, my mom gave me my ring, and I grabbed Michael's hand because he made me feel better, too.
We went to my brother's room, where we had heard the door slam earlier that night. I noticed a small crack in the wall, but didn't think anything of it until I realized it wasn't there the day before.
We went in and we all sat in a circle in the middle of the room. My aunt, then proceeded to taunt whatever it was that put a large crack in the dry wall by slamming a door.
Smart, huh?
When nothing happened, she looked at me and said, "You talk to it. Tell it to do something."
I was like, fuck no. But, I started anyway.
I said, "Hello? I-is anything there? I-if there is someone there, could you, maybe, uh, t-touch someone? Maybe? O-or sl-slam a window? Just so we know you're there. Maybe close a door?"
For a second, nothing happened. Then, my grandma called my mom into her room. We all went to see what was going on.
"I was laying here, and my door started closing," she said. But, the thing is, she couldn't have heard what I had said because I was talking really quiet.
My mom told her what I had said, and she didn't seem surprised.
We went back into my brother's room, and went into the closet. The closet, on the bottom of the door, had claw marks as though someone had tried to claw their way out of the room. There were also a bunch of really old toys in there, and everyone in my family had seen a little boy with white blonde short hair go into the closet at some point. His name was Alex.
My mom, who was obsessed with candles, went and got a red one. It had never been used.
She went to light the candle, and it was lit, then the flame was gone.
No one knew what happened.
My mom took her lighter and went to look at what had happened. Turns out the entire wick was gone. It completely disappeared.
We were all staring at the candle/looking for the wick.
My aunt started cursing.
We all looked at her, and she said that she felt some thing on her back like fire.
My mom lifted her shirt and we all saw scratches all down her back.
We decided to stop for the night.
The next day, my sister woke up after my mom, but before anyone else. She was going to the bathroom, and stepped on something. She looked down, and saw the wick of the candle.
School Book Fair
Hey, guys, how're you doing? I'm fine. Super happy that I actually remembered about this thing today! I usually remember at some point but am just too lazy to actually get up and make my way over to this page. Or I'm playing World Of Warcraft.
So, I'm super excited because I've got a new book: The Iron Trial, by Cassandra Clare and Holly Black.
These are two of my favorite authors and I can't wait to get into this book and get lost the way I usually do with the books of both of these authors. I'm sure it's going to be super painful, and I'm sure I'm going to love it!
So, the main reason I got this book is because, guess what, the book fair's here!!!
Yes, your favorite event by the school (probably, considering you're reading this) is back! It's honestly been years since I've actually been able to buy anything from a book fair because I never have any money. If I found a penny on the street, I'd feel rich.
So, this book fair has all my favorite books. Such as The Hunger Games, Matched, The Maze Runner, The Iron Trial (wink, wink), and when I see them, even if I already have them, I feel like I'm being sucked over to them. They are like my little secret world.
Ever feel like that?
I can't tell you how many times I've checked out books from the Library that I already owned because I just saw them and couldn't help myself. I really think I have a problem.
Okay, well, that's all for now. You guys have an amazing day, I'll talk to ya later.
Love ya!
Bye ;)
So, I'm super excited because I've got a new book: The Iron Trial, by Cassandra Clare and Holly Black.
These are two of my favorite authors and I can't wait to get into this book and get lost the way I usually do with the books of both of these authors. I'm sure it's going to be super painful, and I'm sure I'm going to love it!
So, the main reason I got this book is because, guess what, the book fair's here!!!
Yes, your favorite event by the school (probably, considering you're reading this) is back! It's honestly been years since I've actually been able to buy anything from a book fair because I never have any money. If I found a penny on the street, I'd feel rich.
So, this book fair has all my favorite books. Such as The Hunger Games, Matched, The Maze Runner, The Iron Trial (wink, wink), and when I see them, even if I already have them, I feel like I'm being sucked over to them. They are like my little secret world.
Ever feel like that?
I can't tell you how many times I've checked out books from the Library that I already owned because I just saw them and couldn't help myself. I really think I have a problem.
Okay, well, that's all for now. You guys have an amazing day, I'll talk to ya later.
Love ya!
Bye ;)
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
One more thing!!!
Hey, guys, I know I just posted, but I have one more thing to say!
We've reached over 290 views, and I know that's not a lot, but I'm happy because at least one person is bound to be coming back at least every once in a while. Thank you!
*bows* Thank you! *bows*
We've reached over 290 views, and I know that's not a lot, but I'm happy because at least one person is bound to be coming back at least every once in a while. Thank you!
*bows* Thank you! *bows*
The Torture Chamber
Hey, guys, how's it going? I'm good. Kinda. Not really.
Right now, I'm in prison.
Well, school, but it might as well be called prison. But, at least in prison they don't have to ask to go to the bathroom. They can pee in peace, at least.
So, I'm sitting here, in sixth hour, staring at the clock, and suddenly, my teacher says that we are going to have a pop quiz.
Yay.
***
Just finished the quiz.
Is it bad that my first thought was "How can I kill myself so I don't have to do this?" I honestly was not prepared for that.
I knew, like, two of the answers.
***
Okay, so, I've been reading a new book series. I'm not sure what the series it's self is called, but the first book is Daughter Of Smoke And Bone.
Okay, so, this book is-- Oh my god.
Kill me.
But burry this book with me.
So I can destroy it even when I'm dead.
And then cry over the torn peices as I try to put it back together.
Seriously. I hate it.
But, I love it.
Do you see my problem?
So, for those of you who haven't read the book/series, it's about this chick names Karou with peacock blue hair who never gets scared. She also keeps a knife in her book and has bullet scares on her stomach. She's such a bad ass, and I love her, but in the second book, I kinda want to kill her.
Now, I'm going to start talking about the good stuff.
***SPOILERS***
Karou is Madrigal. What?! I honestly guessed it while they were on the bridge, but when I found out I was right, I totally FREAKED OUT. Like, what the helll? No, no, no. They can't have been together in her past life.
I honestly didn't want to believe it, at first.
Then I read the part where the author tells us what happened between them, how they met, the shit like that, and, I'm not gonna lie, I freaked out. But, like the good freak out.
The freak out that happens when you're watching a show/movie, and they say a line directly from the book. And even though the rest of the series/movie is trash, you stay and you watch it because that one line was from the book, and it was delivered perfectly, and the person who said it was a completely perfect choice, so you put your head in your hands and you squeal and you do a little dance.
That kind of freak out.
*****SPOILERS OVER*****
Trevor dies.
Haha.
I don't know who Trevor is, but the name is just one that sounds like the character connected to it would die. Don't you think?
Watch this:
I sit, motionless on the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks. My hands shake as I hold the knife in my tight grip. I look at the body on the floor, the blood spilling out, getting onto everything, staining my clothes crimson read.
Ruby smiles engraved into the skin of him. Smiles that I put there.
I stare at him.
At Trevor.
I can't believe he's dead.
I can't believe I did it.
***
What do you think? Trevor sounds like someone that should die, right? Right?
Well, I don't care what you think. He's already dead, and if you don't know who he is, read the italics above ^.^
Whale, that's all for me today, and I'll sea you later. Don't be a beach, and know I love ya!
(Heh, water puns.)
Right now, I'm in prison.
Well, school, but it might as well be called prison. But, at least in prison they don't have to ask to go to the bathroom. They can pee in peace, at least.
So, I'm sitting here, in sixth hour, staring at the clock, and suddenly, my teacher says that we are going to have a pop quiz.
Yay.
***
Just finished the quiz.
Is it bad that my first thought was "How can I kill myself so I don't have to do this?" I honestly was not prepared for that.
I knew, like, two of the answers.
***
Okay, so, I've been reading a new book series. I'm not sure what the series it's self is called, but the first book is Daughter Of Smoke And Bone.
Okay, so, this book is-- Oh my god.
Kill me.
But burry this book with me.
So I can destroy it even when I'm dead.
And then cry over the torn peices as I try to put it back together.
Seriously. I hate it.
But, I love it.
Do you see my problem?
So, for those of you who haven't read the book/series, it's about this chick names Karou with peacock blue hair who never gets scared. She also keeps a knife in her book and has bullet scares on her stomach. She's such a bad ass, and I love her, but in the second book, I kinda want to kill her.
Now, I'm going to start talking about the good stuff.
***SPOILERS***
Karou is Madrigal. What?! I honestly guessed it while they were on the bridge, but when I found out I was right, I totally FREAKED OUT. Like, what the helll? No, no, no. They can't have been together in her past life.
I honestly didn't want to believe it, at first.
Then I read the part where the author tells us what happened between them, how they met, the shit like that, and, I'm not gonna lie, I freaked out. But, like the good freak out.
The freak out that happens when you're watching a show/movie, and they say a line directly from the book. And even though the rest of the series/movie is trash, you stay and you watch it because that one line was from the book, and it was delivered perfectly, and the person who said it was a completely perfect choice, so you put your head in your hands and you squeal and you do a little dance.
That kind of freak out.
*****SPOILERS OVER*****
Trevor dies.
Haha.
I don't know who Trevor is, but the name is just one that sounds like the character connected to it would die. Don't you think?
Watch this:
I sit, motionless on the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks. My hands shake as I hold the knife in my tight grip. I look at the body on the floor, the blood spilling out, getting onto everything, staining my clothes crimson read.
Ruby smiles engraved into the skin of him. Smiles that I put there.
I stare at him.
At Trevor.
I can't believe he's dead.
I can't believe I did it.
***
What do you think? Trevor sounds like someone that should die, right? Right?
Well, I don't care what you think. He's already dead, and if you don't know who he is, read the italics above ^.^
Whale, that's all for me today, and I'll sea you later. Don't be a beach, and know I love ya!
(Heh, water puns.)
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Allegiant
Hey, guys, it's been a while. How are you doing? I'm good. Sorry again for not posting in a while. I'm sure you guys are used to it by now, though.
So, Allegiant.
Book 3 of the Divergent series. We've all read it. We all know what it's about. We all (or most of us) know the tragic ending. And now, the time is nearly upon us.
The day that we have all dreaded/waited for is almost here.
And this day, will be the day that thousands die from water loss because they were crying so hard at the death of Tris.
I read the book.
I know this happens.
I wasn't spoiled.
I stumbled upon this all by myself.
And, since that day, I have dreaded the day that Allegiant would come out.
I have dreaded seeing that tragic moment.
But, I'm still going to watch it.
I'm still going to see it.
And, I'm still going to cry, like when Dobby died.
And, my one hope, is that they do her justice.
I only hope they do Tris justice. And, that she and Tobias get it on before she's dead.
Thank you.
So, Allegiant.
Book 3 of the Divergent series. We've all read it. We all know what it's about. We all (or most of us) know the tragic ending. And now, the time is nearly upon us.
The day that we have all dreaded/waited for is almost here.
And this day, will be the day that thousands die from water loss because they were crying so hard at the death of Tris.
I read the book.
I know this happens.
I wasn't spoiled.
I stumbled upon this all by myself.
And, since that day, I have dreaded the day that Allegiant would come out.
I have dreaded seeing that tragic moment.
But, I'm still going to watch it.
I'm still going to see it.
And, I'm still going to cry, like when Dobby died.
And, my one hope, is that they do her justice.
I only hope they do Tris justice. And, that she and Tobias get it on before she's dead.
Thank you.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Ghost Stories
Hey, guys, what's up. It's been a while since I've written another blog, but not the longest wait there has been. Wasn't there, like, a 5 month skip? I don't know. I wasn't keeping track.
So, nothing really has been happening lately. Everything has been pretty quiet. I've been writing something new called Know The Consequences. Again, it's a paranormal about like 5 people in a clan that have powers. There is someone who has another person in their head, like a demon.
So, since there really hasn't been anything happening lately, I've decided to tell you about what happened while I lived in the house 3712. I've mentioned this house once before in, like, my first blog, but I didn't say much about it. I never did finish the story about my life.
I'm probably not going to, either.
So, when we first moved into 3712, I was pretty sure there was nothing special about it. Nothing weird, nothing off. But, then I stepped through the door.
When I did, I felt all the air go out of my lungs. Immediately, I felt my heart speed up. I had no idea what this was, and I didn't care. I was like 7, and all I wanted to do was play with my new doll house that I'd gotten for christmas.
We were moved in for about 2 weeks when the first thing happened. My brother, sister, and I had come home from school. I immediately I went to the bathroom, and sister went to go do something. I really didn't care what she wanted to do.
When I came out of the bathroom, I heard my brother ask my mom, who was playing World Of Warcraft in the same room, why she removed the flower things from the light bulbs. You know, the things that cover the lights on ceiling fans? Well, they were all sitting in his favorite chair.
But, my mom didn't know anything about the light cover things. She looked up, and saw that they were gone.It was pretty quiet, as far as I knew, for about a month. But, that wasn't all. One day, my mother was working on the sliding back door because it kept getting stuck. She went to get something out of her bag, but when she turned around, she was surprised to see it, physically see it, move across the entire living room. No one else was home.
One time, I was playing with toys out in the living room. My mother was taking a nap on the couch, and my brother and sister were walking around the neighborhood. I went to use the bathroom, and, when I came back, I noticed that my toys were not the way I had left them. I had a lot of small toys, Whinny The Pooh characters, and other things like that. When I came back, they were all in a circle, facing toward the fireplace. All except one.
Piglet was in the middle of the circle.
I looked over to the fireplace, and saw a face. It was a boy, about 5 years old and had sandy blonde hair. his eyes were brown, and he looked like he wanted to be friends. And, unknowing that he was dead, I accepted his friendship.
I played with him for a while, learned his name (Alex) and be became my best friend. I'd play with him all the time.One day, we moved out of 3712. I'm not saying why. Then, we moved back in about 2 years later. I had learned, in that time, that my grandma had seen Alex, too. In the fireplace, playing in the ashes.
I was excited to move back in and meet up with my friend again. I had also learned that Alex wasn't the only little boy in the house. But, for some reason, I'd never seen him. My sister had.
But, when I got into the house, I didn't feel the same thing I had before. This time, it was different. I couldn't hardly breath at all. I wanted to get out.
So, nothing really has been happening lately. Everything has been pretty quiet. I've been writing something new called Know The Consequences. Again, it's a paranormal about like 5 people in a clan that have powers. There is someone who has another person in their head, like a demon.
So, since there really hasn't been anything happening lately, I've decided to tell you about what happened while I lived in the house 3712. I've mentioned this house once before in, like, my first blog, but I didn't say much about it. I never did finish the story about my life.
I'm probably not going to, either.
So, when we first moved into 3712, I was pretty sure there was nothing special about it. Nothing weird, nothing off. But, then I stepped through the door.
When I did, I felt all the air go out of my lungs. Immediately, I felt my heart speed up. I had no idea what this was, and I didn't care. I was like 7, and all I wanted to do was play with my new doll house that I'd gotten for christmas.
We were moved in for about 2 weeks when the first thing happened. My brother, sister, and I had come home from school. I immediately I went to the bathroom, and sister went to go do something. I really didn't care what she wanted to do.
When I came out of the bathroom, I heard my brother ask my mom, who was playing World Of Warcraft in the same room, why she removed the flower things from the light bulbs. You know, the things that cover the lights on ceiling fans? Well, they were all sitting in his favorite chair.
But, my mom didn't know anything about the light cover things. She looked up, and saw that they were gone.It was pretty quiet, as far as I knew, for about a month. But, that wasn't all. One day, my mother was working on the sliding back door because it kept getting stuck. She went to get something out of her bag, but when she turned around, she was surprised to see it, physically see it, move across the entire living room. No one else was home.
One time, I was playing with toys out in the living room. My mother was taking a nap on the couch, and my brother and sister were walking around the neighborhood. I went to use the bathroom, and, when I came back, I noticed that my toys were not the way I had left them. I had a lot of small toys, Whinny The Pooh characters, and other things like that. When I came back, they were all in a circle, facing toward the fireplace. All except one.
Piglet was in the middle of the circle.
I looked over to the fireplace, and saw a face. It was a boy, about 5 years old and had sandy blonde hair. his eyes were brown, and he looked like he wanted to be friends. And, unknowing that he was dead, I accepted his friendship.
I played with him for a while, learned his name (Alex) and be became my best friend. I'd play with him all the time.One day, we moved out of 3712. I'm not saying why. Then, we moved back in about 2 years later. I had learned, in that time, that my grandma had seen Alex, too. In the fireplace, playing in the ashes.
I was excited to move back in and meet up with my friend again. I had also learned that Alex wasn't the only little boy in the house. But, for some reason, I'd never seen him. My sister had.
But, when I got into the house, I didn't feel the same thing I had before. This time, it was different. I couldn't hardly breath at all. I wanted to get out.
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