Wednesday, August 17, 2011
I;m glad his is anonymous
I turned 16 about a month and a half ago and that means I was lucky enough to get a car, but unlucky enough to have a birthday in the middle of summer. And since most places won't hire any one under 16 I couldn't start applying until the middle of summer when all the school kids had the jobs I would have been able to get. So as of now I'm still looking. My father has, since I turned 16, been acting like he has no trust in me and it was extremely sudden like one day he trusted me and the next he didn't. Earlier he was yelling at me about how I need to get a job like I had no reason to not have one. And yeah just having a mid-summer b-day isn't a good excuse but that's far from the only reason. On top of that we went on a ten day vacation the week after my birthday then I was taking driving lessons to get my license the week after we got back and the last two weeks I've had band camp from 8-5. I didn't think any one would want to hire me and then let me have all that time off. So I have been trying I just haven;t had a ton of time. And he is far from the only one helping to pay for my gas. just feel like he's turned against me and went from the person who understood me best to some one who doesn't really know me at all in such a short amount of time. And that's what hurts the most is that he's some one I care so much about.... :*(
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Toolbox
"I like hats." That's what Donald said the day before he killed Sally. Looking back he remembered the day very clearly. It wasn't a very special day but it was the day before his life changed completely. He had been talking to his friend Mike and a lady with a very large hat walked by. The hat looked to be made of a straw like material it had been painted blue and had a huge black feather on the side of it. "Just not that hat." he finished
"Well you must not have any taste in hats then," Mike teased. "Because that hat is amazing."
"Yeah I guess," Donald replied. He was skating on thin ice- that's all I can say. I hate it when people tease me about stupid things like that. What does it matter if I have good taste in hats or not? I think Mike could tell I was a little unhappy because his reply was simply forget it it's a stupid hat any way.
I left not to long after that to go and pick my parents up from the airport they had spent two weeks in Miami and they were supposed to get back at two o' clock that day. The plane ended up being two hour late. I sat in the air port waiting for them because I had nothing better to do. When they finally had gotten off the plane a found they're luggage they told me how much they had missed me and that they wished I had gotten to go, I didn't get to go because they said that school was much more important then a vacation ,but honestly I think they were glad I hadn't been able to go.
We reached home at around 5 o' clock and my little sister ,who had started taking up a lot of bad habits while my parents were gone, was happy to get several gifts from there vacation. They would always bring back things for us like they were trying to apologize for not actually taking us where ever they went. My parents traveled a lot so me and my sister were pretty used to this.
The next morning was the same as usual, I woke up, ate breakfast and went to pick Sally up and take her to school. Sally was my girlfriend, we went to school together but didn't have any of the same classes because I was a year older than her. When I got to her house she came out side in a bright yellow sun dress and I could see and rip in the back of it and she turned around to lock the door.
"Hello, Donald," she said.
"Hey, Sally. Um I think there's a rip in the back of your dress." She turned to look.
"Oh," She said. "You're right, I'll be right back let me go change."
"Wait we're going to be late. Come on it's not very noticeable you'll be fine." She reach for the handle to get out of the car. I grabbed her hand to try and keep her there so we could leave.
"Let go of me!" She screamed. I let go and I could see red marks on her wrists.
"I, I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"
"No I'm sure you didn't mean to be you did!" She pushed my shoulder then ran out of the car. I got out of the car to follow her. buy the time I reached the front door she was in the kitchen. "Get out! Get away from me!" She grabbed a knife trembling she looked so scared.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Sally put down the knife," I said softly trying not to scare, and praying to god she didn't do anything stupid with that knife. I walked toward her, she backed up until she hit a wall. I kept going when I reached her I tried to pry the knife from her hands. I got a hold of the handle and yanked trying to get it all the way away from her. When I finally got the knife and began backing up she ran at me. She tripped on the power chord of the toaster. I put my hands up to try and catch her she fell into me, into the knife.
There was blood every where, I din't know what to do. She was still alive but not by much. I sat down by her and held her head and just kept repeating that I was sorry over and over again. I don't think it helped but I didn't know what else to do.
"Well you must not have any taste in hats then," Mike teased. "Because that hat is amazing."
"Yeah I guess," Donald replied. He was skating on thin ice- that's all I can say. I hate it when people tease me about stupid things like that. What does it matter if I have good taste in hats or not? I think Mike could tell I was a little unhappy because his reply was simply forget it it's a stupid hat any way.
I left not to long after that to go and pick my parents up from the airport they had spent two weeks in Miami and they were supposed to get back at two o' clock that day. The plane ended up being two hour late. I sat in the air port waiting for them because I had nothing better to do. When they finally had gotten off the plane a found they're luggage they told me how much they had missed me and that they wished I had gotten to go, I didn't get to go because they said that school was much more important then a vacation ,but honestly I think they were glad I hadn't been able to go.
We reached home at around 5 o' clock and my little sister ,who had started taking up a lot of bad habits while my parents were gone, was happy to get several gifts from there vacation. They would always bring back things for us like they were trying to apologize for not actually taking us where ever they went. My parents traveled a lot so me and my sister were pretty used to this.
The next morning was the same as usual, I woke up, ate breakfast and went to pick Sally up and take her to school. Sally was my girlfriend, we went to school together but didn't have any of the same classes because I was a year older than her. When I got to her house she came out side in a bright yellow sun dress and I could see and rip in the back of it and she turned around to lock the door.
"Hello, Donald," she said.
"Hey, Sally. Um I think there's a rip in the back of your dress." She turned to look.
"Oh," She said. "You're right, I'll be right back let me go change."
"Wait we're going to be late. Come on it's not very noticeable you'll be fine." She reach for the handle to get out of the car. I grabbed her hand to try and keep her there so we could leave.
"Let go of me!" She screamed. I let go and I could see red marks on her wrists.
"I, I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"
"No I'm sure you didn't mean to be you did!" She pushed my shoulder then ran out of the car. I got out of the car to follow her. buy the time I reached the front door she was in the kitchen. "Get out! Get away from me!" She grabbed a knife trembling she looked so scared.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Sally put down the knife," I said softly trying not to scare, and praying to god she didn't do anything stupid with that knife. I walked toward her, she backed up until she hit a wall. I kept going when I reached her I tried to pry the knife from her hands. I got a hold of the handle and yanked trying to get it all the way away from her. When I finally got the knife and began backing up she ran at me. She tripped on the power chord of the toaster. I put my hands up to try and catch her she fell into me, into the knife.
There was blood every where, I din't know what to do. She was still alive but not by much. I sat down by her and held her head and just kept repeating that I was sorry over and over again. I don't think it helped but I didn't know what else to do.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Arrested character meme
I stole this from a friend on facebook who probably stole it from someone else.
Your character has been arrested, out of the blue.
For what? Who knows.
When and where? Up to you.
Your character has been dragged into one of those little interrogation rooms - the ones with the big one-way mirror (where your character can stare lovingly into his/her/its own reflection while creeping out the people beyond the glass). If your character has super-powers or advanced technology or has some forceful means of retaliation these cops don't care. They have whatever means necessary to keep your character where they are. You're supposed to know just as much about why your character has been arrested as your character does, so answer this all entirely in-character. No exceptions - don't fill this out if you don't plan to answer IC.
Remember your character has been arrested and hauled in for interrogation while doing nothing crime worthy. They don't know why they're in this situation, unless they are a criminal and might have an idea, and the cops have revealed nothing. Even if they have done nothing crime-worthy, ever, they've been arrested and must act accordingly.
If you have some sort of inseparable duo then, I'm sorry, but they've been separated. Answer for one of them, at the bottom you'll get to dictate the end (which may tie to your other character) anyway.
Bonus points if your character is on the police force and there's been a tragic mix-up.
To help with your answers:
The room is pitch black, other than the light shining directly into your character's face to make it possible for the cops to see your character but impairs your character's vision (if they're blind this isn't a problem to begin with).
There are two cops in the room, one is seated across a table from your character, for all intents and purposes his name is Fluffy. Fluffy has had a bad day and is seething with irrefutable rage at your character's alleged criminal activities (and the coffee he had earlier. It was half-cream. He loathes cream.). The other cop is by the door, your character will not know he's here until he speaks (unless they have some sort of ability/power/sense that would allow them to notice him), his name is Kroc. He is in an excellent mood, as he's indulging in sadistic fantasies starring your character.
They will both ignore any and all questions your character asks of them
This is a transition:
[1] Fluffy: We can do this the hard way... or the harder way. You give me any cute remarks and I get to have a field day with your face, ain't no good cops here to save you.
Cain: You guys haven't told me why you arrested me. How the hell am I supposed to tell you how/where/when/if I did this crime if I don't even know what it is?!?!?
[2] Fluffy: Yeah. I've seen that look before. You're thinking that was the lamest thing you've ever heard, weren't you? Bet you think you're awful clever, huh? Think I'm stupid? Well we'll just see who the stupid one is when you're behind bars. How you like that, smartass?
Cain: What look?! That's called annoyance! And I do think you're stupid for not TELLING ME WHAT I DID!!
[3] Fluffy: Let's start with the basics. Where were you last night 'tween ten an' eleven?
Cain: Hmm lets see between eleven and twelve? I was... camping. I got back this morning.
[4] Fluffy: Hah! You got the look of a killer, but nothin' happened last night 'tween ten an' eleven, but you knew that, didn' you? I saw that confused look in your eyes. Nah, we wanna know what you were doing at one in the morning last Wednesday.
Cain: I looked confused because I still don't know why I'm here! And how the hell am I supposed to remember where I was last Wednesday I don't even remember what I had for lunch yesterday!!!
[5] Fluffy: Just digging yourself a deeper hole. You think you can get away with that? We already know what you did last Wednesday. All you criminal folk are the same, thinking you can look all innocent and avoid persecution. Not while I'm around. Since we already know what happened and all why don't you tell us the truth?
Cain: THE TRUTH!! OH NO YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH APPARENTLY BECAUSE THAT'S ALL I'VE BEEN SAYING AND YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!!!!
[6] Fluffy: Gonna stick to the lies? Fine, fine, it'll make you look that much worse in court. Compulsive liar, adding it to the list. You've got quite the hefty file, did you know that?
Cain: I'm aware I've been here a few times yes. But I'm not a compulsive liar. And I think what you're doing right now is illegal, holding me here with out giving me a reason.
[7] Fluffy: May not realize it, but everything piles up. Shoulda joined the police force before it was too late for you; the things we get away with! Hey, we could've been friends! [From the corner, Korc, there comes a low chuckle.] Yeah, probably not, I'd never be friends with scum like you. Speaking of scum, know who we got as a witness? No? C'mon, it'll be fun, just give it a guess.
Cain: Ahaha it's always been to late for me the police force is the last place you'd ever find me and we would never be friends. Witness to what?!?!?!?!
[8] Fluffy: Not that I thought you'd figure it out, but I thought a criminal mastermind would be smarter. You ever even go to school?
Cain: Yes I'm in high school right now and I have very good grades thank you. And I'm not a criminal mastermind, just a regular mastermind! Thank you very much.
[9] Fluffy: I don't believe it. Oh, look, it says here you're a compulsive liar, I guess that fits, then. Well, it was easy enough catching you, no matter your education. Think you can learn from the experience? Think you could do better next time? Make it a little more interesting for us?
Cain: Maybe if I ever figure out why the hell I'm here.
[10] Fluffy: Yeah, yeah. Save it. Want some advice on how to do better next time?
Cain: Ha not from you but I'd love to know why I'm here.
[11] Fluffy: How about being less dense? I realize that's a lot to ask of you, but it might work out better if you really tried. What? Surprised? Thought I'd really help you out?
Cain: I told you I didn't want your "advice". Who's the dense one now?
[12] Korc: State your name for the record.
Cain: Cain.
[13] Fluffy: Really! This compulsive lying thing is really going too far, think you're cute, Vitamitamassimo? Think again.
Cain: Vit. what?! I think you've got me confused with some one else. And you were calling me dumb!
[14] Fluffy: You don't... really look much like these mug shots from the past. But... it does say you're a master of disguise. You got a number I can call? Someone to contact? I'm so fired if you're actually a civvie.
Cain: A civvie what is that some sort of stupid cop talk? And Oh my god I'm a girl!! Those mug shots are of a guy!! Why are you all so stupid?!?!?!
[Fluffy gets up to leave the room, pushing past Korc to investigate whatever information your character has given him, whether it be a phone number, address, identification or just their name. Below, write out the rest of the scenario using what you know of Fluffy, Korc, your OC and the environment. There may still be limitations on your character's powers and abilities, and any weapons they might have had on their person would have been taken away, but whatever was restraining them is now gone.]
Cain: Can I go yet?!
Korc: Nope you can't not till Fluffy is done processing the info we got... You really are a girl right?
Cain: .....Yes... Why?
Korc: Oh good...er uh no reason.
Cain: God all of you cops are disgusting!
I'm to lazy to write any more.
Your character has been arrested, out of the blue.
For what? Who knows.
When and where? Up to you.
Your character has been dragged into one of those little interrogation rooms - the ones with the big one-way mirror (where your character can stare lovingly into his/her/its own reflection while creeping out the people beyond the glass). If your character has super-powers or advanced technology or has some forceful means of retaliation these cops don't care. They have whatever means necessary to keep your character where they are. You're supposed to know just as much about why your character has been arrested as your character does, so answer this all entirely in-character. No exceptions - don't fill this out if you don't plan to answer IC.
Remember your character has been arrested and hauled in for interrogation while doing nothing crime worthy. They don't know why they're in this situation, unless they are a criminal and might have an idea, and the cops have revealed nothing. Even if they have done nothing crime-worthy, ever, they've been arrested and must act accordingly.
If you have some sort of inseparable duo then, I'm sorry, but they've been separated. Answer for one of them, at the bottom you'll get to dictate the end (which may tie to your other character) anyway.
Bonus points if your character is on the police force and there's been a tragic mix-up.
To help with your answers:
The room is pitch black, other than the light shining directly into your character's face to make it possible for the cops to see your character but impairs your character's vision (if they're blind this isn't a problem to begin with).
There are two cops in the room, one is seated across a table from your character, for all intents and purposes his name is Fluffy. Fluffy has had a bad day and is seething with irrefutable rage at your character's alleged criminal activities (and the coffee he had earlier. It was half-cream. He loathes cream.). The other cop is by the door, your character will not know he's here until he speaks (unless they have some sort of ability/power/sense that would allow them to notice him), his name is Kroc. He is in an excellent mood, as he's indulging in sadistic fantasies starring your character.
They will both ignore any and all questions your character asks of them
This is a transition:
[1] Fluffy: We can do this the hard way... or the harder way. You give me any cute remarks and I get to have a field day with your face, ain't no good cops here to save you.
Cain: You guys haven't told me why you arrested me. How the hell am I supposed to tell you how/where/when/if I did this crime if I don't even know what it is?!?!?
[2] Fluffy: Yeah. I've seen that look before. You're thinking that was the lamest thing you've ever heard, weren't you? Bet you think you're awful clever, huh? Think I'm stupid? Well we'll just see who the stupid one is when you're behind bars. How you like that, smartass?
Cain: What look?! That's called annoyance! And I do think you're stupid for not TELLING ME WHAT I DID!!
[3] Fluffy: Let's start with the basics. Where were you last night 'tween ten an' eleven?
Cain: Hmm lets see between eleven and twelve? I was... camping. I got back this morning.
[4] Fluffy: Hah! You got the look of a killer, but nothin' happened last night 'tween ten an' eleven, but you knew that, didn' you? I saw that confused look in your eyes. Nah, we wanna know what you were doing at one in the morning last Wednesday.
Cain: I looked confused because I still don't know why I'm here! And how the hell am I supposed to remember where I was last Wednesday I don't even remember what I had for lunch yesterday!!!
[5] Fluffy: Just digging yourself a deeper hole. You think you can get away with that? We already know what you did last Wednesday. All you criminal folk are the same, thinking you can look all innocent and avoid persecution. Not while I'm around. Since we already know what happened and all why don't you tell us the truth?
Cain: THE TRUTH!! OH NO YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH APPARENTLY BECAUSE THAT'S ALL I'VE BEEN SAYING AND YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!!!!
[6] Fluffy: Gonna stick to the lies? Fine, fine, it'll make you look that much worse in court. Compulsive liar, adding it to the list. You've got quite the hefty file, did you know that?
Cain: I'm aware I've been here a few times yes. But I'm not a compulsive liar. And I think what you're doing right now is illegal, holding me here with out giving me a reason.
[7] Fluffy: May not realize it, but everything piles up. Shoulda joined the police force before it was too late for you; the things we get away with! Hey, we could've been friends! [From the corner, Korc, there comes a low chuckle.] Yeah, probably not, I'd never be friends with scum like you. Speaking of scum, know who we got as a witness? No? C'mon, it'll be fun, just give it a guess.
Cain: Ahaha it's always been to late for me the police force is the last place you'd ever find me and we would never be friends. Witness to what?!?!?!?!
[8] Fluffy: Not that I thought you'd figure it out, but I thought a criminal mastermind would be smarter. You ever even go to school?
Cain: Yes I'm in high school right now and I have very good grades thank you. And I'm not a criminal mastermind, just a regular mastermind! Thank you very much.
[9] Fluffy: I don't believe it. Oh, look, it says here you're a compulsive liar, I guess that fits, then. Well, it was easy enough catching you, no matter your education. Think you can learn from the experience? Think you could do better next time? Make it a little more interesting for us?
Cain: Maybe if I ever figure out why the hell I'm here.
[10] Fluffy: Yeah, yeah. Save it. Want some advice on how to do better next time?
Cain: Ha not from you but I'd love to know why I'm here.
[11] Fluffy: How about being less dense? I realize that's a lot to ask of you, but it might work out better if you really tried. What? Surprised? Thought I'd really help you out?
Cain: I told you I didn't want your "advice". Who's the dense one now?
[12] Korc: State your name for the record.
Cain: Cain.
[13] Fluffy: Really! This compulsive lying thing is really going too far, think you're cute, Vitamitamassimo? Think again.
Cain: Vit. what?! I think you've got me confused with some one else. And you were calling me dumb!
[14] Fluffy: You don't... really look much like these mug shots from the past. But... it does say you're a master of disguise. You got a number I can call? Someone to contact? I'm so fired if you're actually a civvie.
Cain: A civvie what is that some sort of stupid cop talk? And Oh my god I'm a girl!! Those mug shots are of a guy!! Why are you all so stupid?!?!?!
[Fluffy gets up to leave the room, pushing past Korc to investigate whatever information your character has given him, whether it be a phone number, address, identification or just their name. Below, write out the rest of the scenario using what you know of Fluffy, Korc, your OC and the environment. There may still be limitations on your character's powers and abilities, and any weapons they might have had on their person would have been taken away, but whatever was restraining them is now gone.]
Cain: Can I go yet?!
Korc: Nope you can't not till Fluffy is done processing the info we got... You really are a girl right?
Cain: .....Yes... Why?
Korc: Oh good...er uh no reason.
Cain: God all of you cops are disgusting!
I'm to lazy to write any more.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Another rant type thing...
Okay so a few minutes ago my little sister walks into my room and says that my mother may have to get another job to pay the bills. Some of you may think nothing of this but it's a bug deal to me I hate not being able to help. I was planning on getting a job this summer after I turn 16 so that I can get gas money. It's weird to be almost able to get a job I've wanted one sense I was about 12 or 13 because I hate seeing my parents unhappy because of money it always makes me feel very helpless. I hate failure and I hate depending on people I like to be able to depend on my self and when you're to young to do much of anything it feels awful to sit at home hoping you're lawyer of a father is able to settle a case a bring home some money. Or to see you're mother struggle to find a job and not be able to do anything. It's one of the things that drives me to get a job and finish school and go after my dream job. My parents have made it through so much it makes me very proud to be there daughter.
Sorry I was really just rambling there but I feel much better. =D
Sorry I was really just rambling there but I feel much better. =D
Friday, February 18, 2011
I'm bored and the word demo on my computer ran out...
This is really not something you want to read it'll be full of mistakes and it will bounce all over the place. It's kind of a writing exercise I just made up. It'll be a bunch of short random song fics. for Naruto.
My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon- Fall Out Boy.
Sitting there on the ledge thinking of all the things that had happened in the last day I realize that most of it could have been avoided, but then I would of made the same mistakes some other time. I should have been content with the people around me and the ones who made me the happiest. Now most of them are either dead or they hate me, I'm stupid for thinking anyone would murder they're entire family with out a reason.
Seventeen Forever- Metro Station.
Pulling away I think of what my mother would have said to me if she could see me now. How she'd tell me I'd end up just like her, hurting, pregnant and then dead. Wishing I could just get her out of my head, why did I have to suffer for their mistakes. I hate how responsible I am because of it. I wish I could be a kid for just a little while but that won't ever happen we can't change the past and we can't control the future.
Right Round- Flo Rida I need to stop, if I keep going I'll probably end up dead or at least be wishing I was. But I don't want to this lets me enjoy myself, if only a little. The people around me disgust me though, I can't stand how they all look at each other like they don't have a care in the world or anything to do for the rest of their lives but enjoy this life. Maybe they don't but I'd bet that half of them do have some thing, a kid, a job or a family, that they do have something; anything to live for.
My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon- Fall Out Boy.
Sitting there on the ledge thinking of all the things that had happened in the last day I realize that most of it could have been avoided, but then I would of made the same mistakes some other time. I should have been content with the people around me and the ones who made me the happiest. Now most of them are either dead or they hate me, I'm stupid for thinking anyone would murder they're entire family with out a reason.
Seventeen Forever- Metro Station.
Pulling away I think of what my mother would have said to me if she could see me now. How she'd tell me I'd end up just like her, hurting, pregnant and then dead. Wishing I could just get her out of my head, why did I have to suffer for their mistakes. I hate how responsible I am because of it. I wish I could be a kid for just a little while but that won't ever happen we can't change the past and we can't control the future.
Right Round- Flo Rida I need to stop, if I keep going I'll probably end up dead or at least be wishing I was. But I don't want to this lets me enjoy myself, if only a little. The people around me disgust me though, I can't stand how they all look at each other like they don't have a care in the world or anything to do for the rest of their lives but enjoy this life. Maybe they don't but I'd bet that half of them do have some thing, a kid, a job or a family, that they do have something; anything to live for.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
People
So I would say this is probably going to be really boring to you because it's just going to be me ranting about how rude people can be, you have been warned.
Okay so I write small stories and publish them on sites so that I can get reviews and feedback. I'm not a great writer but I could be a lot worse. Sure I don't always use proper grammar and I randomly changes tenses some times, but you know what they say practice makes perfect. So I published a story on a site some of you maybe familiar with, fanfiction.net, it was about a character named Cain who I'll admit is well common but I really enjoy writing about her. The story was just a chapter long because I had just started it and wanted to know if anyone wanted me to continue it. I logged off for the night and when I went to check on the story this morning there was a comment, which really excited me because like I said I love comments and advise. So I clicked on the comment and instead of finding complements, praise, approval or even constructive criticism, I found a comment that basically attacked both me as a writer, and the character I was writing about. The person basically said that they'd seen what I was writing before, that I made a bunch of grammatical errors, that I was messing up the movie and that I should just leave it alone because I pretty much just really suck, and that the character I was writing about was boring and run of the mill. Okay I see your point I make mistakes and I like run of the mill charters, and yes it is a really great movie. But that doesn't give you the right to attack me and say that I should stop. I had also mentioned that I might add another of the great characters in the movie and the person commented that I had all ready messed the character that was in the story and to not mess with their favorite on top of that. Of course that makes me want to add that character in so much more. They also said that this was the first time they had commented on my story, which I take to mean that they've put comments out there like this before.
Well let me just tell you if you are the person who did this to me, you know someone like this and they bully you or your like this. The actors and actresses in the movies I can tell you for sure that they make mistakes that they were at one point little kids who could only dream of acting. That they would say that the more you practice the better you get and that we should encourage and help those around us to give them advise and support. That I post on the web my stories to get better to find people with similar interests and simply because I can. That people like you are the reason that amazing people with there lives ahead of them commit suicide people like the great Heath Ledger, Ernest Hemingway and Hunter Thompson, among others.
Okay so I write small stories and publish them on sites so that I can get reviews and feedback. I'm not a great writer but I could be a lot worse. Sure I don't always use proper grammar and I randomly changes tenses some times, but you know what they say practice makes perfect. So I published a story on a site some of you maybe familiar with, fanfiction.net, it was about a character named Cain who I'll admit is well common but I really enjoy writing about her. The story was just a chapter long because I had just started it and wanted to know if anyone wanted me to continue it. I logged off for the night and when I went to check on the story this morning there was a comment, which really excited me because like I said I love comments and advise. So I clicked on the comment and instead of finding complements, praise, approval or even constructive criticism, I found a comment that basically attacked both me as a writer, and the character I was writing about. The person basically said that they'd seen what I was writing before, that I made a bunch of grammatical errors, that I was messing up the movie and that I should just leave it alone because I pretty much just really suck, and that the character I was writing about was boring and run of the mill. Okay I see your point I make mistakes and I like run of the mill charters, and yes it is a really great movie. But that doesn't give you the right to attack me and say that I should stop. I had also mentioned that I might add another of the great characters in the movie and the person commented that I had all ready messed the character that was in the story and to not mess with their favorite on top of that. Of course that makes me want to add that character in so much more. They also said that this was the first time they had commented on my story, which I take to mean that they've put comments out there like this before.
Well let me just tell you if you are the person who did this to me, you know someone like this and they bully you or your like this. The actors and actresses in the movies I can tell you for sure that they make mistakes that they were at one point little kids who could only dream of acting. That they would say that the more you practice the better you get and that we should encourage and help those around us to give them advise and support. That I post on the web my stories to get better to find people with similar interests and simply because I can. That people like you are the reason that amazing people with there lives ahead of them commit suicide people like the great Heath Ledger, Ernest Hemingway and Hunter Thompson, among others.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
My Guy
Haha So my friend was bugging me today, about what kind of guy I like and I had a hard time answering. So I've decided I'm going to list all the things that would, if combined, make my perfect guy...maybe. He'd have to be smart and independent, kind and generous. He'd have to be artistic, spontaneousness and up for just about anything. He shouldn't be afraid to express himself, he'd have to be a little dominate. He'd have to be patient and passionate. He'd need to love animals. He should be taller,and older than me. He's have tattoos and morals. He'd love me for me.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Quotes
" don't be pushed by your problems, be led by your dreams."- One of my Facebook friends who probably stole it from some one else.
"Never let ANYONE else control YOUR happiness!!! It's YOURS!! YOU own it!! It's the ONLY thing in life you will ever really own!
Keep it... love it.... live it!!"- My best friends dad.
"Why do we kill people who kill people to show people that killing people is wrong?"-unknown
"FINALS stands for 'F*ck I Never Actually Learned Shit!"- My friends ex-friend
"I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ."- Mohandas Gandhi
"Marilyn Monroe wasn't even her real name, Charles Manson isn't his real name, and now, I'm taking that to be my real name. But what's real? You can't find the truth, you just pick the lie you like the best."-Marilyn Manson
"Never let ANYONE else control YOUR happiness!!! It's YOURS!! YOU own it!! It's the ONLY thing in life you will ever really own!
Keep it... love it.... live it!!"- My best friends dad.
"Why do we kill people who kill people to show people that killing people is wrong?"-unknown
"FINALS stands for 'F*ck I Never Actually Learned Shit!"- My friends ex-friend
"I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ."- Mohandas Gandhi
"Marilyn Monroe wasn't even her real name, Charles Manson isn't his real name, and now, I'm taking that to be my real name. But what's real? You can't find the truth, you just pick the lie you like the best."-Marilyn Manson
"When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?"- Marilyn Manson
Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
Mark Twain
Mark Twain
It is not length of life, but depth of life. Ralph Waldo Emerson
I not only use all the brains that I have, but all that I can borrow. Woodrow Wilson
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Story beginning 2
Okay this is the other story I think I like the other better. These will fallow the same plot after a little while but I need to know witch to continue. I've changed the names but other than that there should be several similarities you should already see that once I continue the plot will become important, that's why there in both it's not because I'm uncreative or something. If you have comments, suggestions or opinions I'd love to hear them.
“Hey, Maggie,” says Mickey a boy who I meet and started hanging out with about a year ago. He’s been livin’ on the streets sine he was fifteen, that was three years ago. He’s tall and has real light blonde hair and big green eyes, he reminds me of a dog, he can be real sweet and playful sometime and other times he’s yellin’ and getting into all sorts a trouble.
“Hey, Mick what’s on the agenda for tonight?”
“Oh nothing much, I was thinking about hanging with Roger and Pete, if you’re up for it.” Ugh. I hate those two the three boys have been friends for who knows how long. But the other two don’t like me and they’re different from Mick they’re mean all the way through. They get into trouble constantly not caring who they hurt, or what they damage. They cost me my job about a month ago, they came in and were asking all sorts of stupid questions and breaking things and making a real big mess. I got so fed up with them I started yellin’ at them to leave and they filed reports and talked to the manager who hated me and was looking for a reason to fire me. I haven’t found another job and I hadn’t been working there long enough to pay for anything, so for now I’m stuck on the streets with Mick.
“Yah, sure that’s cool,” I say flatly.
“Sweet!” Mick says pretending not to notice how much I obviously don’t want to go. “Let’s go I told them I’d meet them up by the park.” When we get to the park, or what’s left of what was once a park it’s really old and rusty and very few people ever come here, I see Roger and Pete standing by the slide. Roger’s a big guy who’s not very bright but will punch your brains out if you say anything about it; he’s got dark hair that’s been shaved close to his head. Pete on the other hand is a bit smarter but is one of the skinniest people I’ve ever met; his medium brown hair is long and hangs in his face.
“Oh, hell why’d you bring her?” Says Roger, looking at me as if I had so kind of disease.
“What’d you mean? Why wouldn’t I bring Maggie?”
“Oh just forget it,” snarls Roger.
Story beginning 1
So I've been messing around with writing and I've started a story and would like to know your opinions on it and I'll probably post an alternate and I'd love it if you'd tell me witch you like best, how to improve/ continue. Remember though these are just starts and I have a plan the story will get better but I've always been horrid at starting/ ending my stories.
As I climb out my second story window, I begin to wonder how great this idea really is. I’ve done it a few times but it still gets to me and being afraid of heights doesn't help any. I start crawling my way over to where the chimney is, there’s a vine that’s been there so long I think the only way it would come off the chimney is if we knock out the whole chimney. It’s pretty far away from my room but I make it there after a few minutes of crawling. I grasp the thick, dark green vine and find a place for my feet. I climb down quickly I was always better a climbing down it than I was going up. I jump to the ground when I’m about five feet off the ground and land gracefully on my feet. I guess the ten years of karate I was forced to take paid off. I can’t take any of the cars because they all have trackers in them and my parents will figure out I’m gone so enough, so I walk around the house to the back where there’s a garden and there’s also a spot under the fence I can crawl through. After pulling myself free of the fence I hop off my stomach and dust myself off, the part of my sleeve got caught on the fence and it got ripped. It wasn’t bad so I wasn’t too worried, actually I kind of like how it looks.
As I climb out my second story window, I begin to wonder how great this idea really is. I’ve done it a few times but it still gets to me and being afraid of heights doesn't help any. I start crawling my way over to where the chimney is, there’s a vine that’s been there so long I think the only way it would come off the chimney is if we knock out the whole chimney. It’s pretty far away from my room but I make it there after a few minutes of crawling. I grasp the thick, dark green vine and find a place for my feet. I climb down quickly I was always better a climbing down it than I was going up. I jump to the ground when I’m about five feet off the ground and land gracefully on my feet. I guess the ten years of karate I was forced to take paid off. I can’t take any of the cars because they all have trackers in them and my parents will figure out I’m gone so enough, so I walk around the house to the back where there’s a garden and there’s also a spot under the fence I can crawl through. After pulling myself free of the fence I hop off my stomach and dust myself off, the part of my sleeve got caught on the fence and it got ripped. It wasn’t bad so I wasn’t too worried, actually I kind of like how it looks.
Right behind my house, it’s more of a mansion actually, is a forest I used to play here when I was little I loved how I could me myself and no one judged me, not out here. I don’t ever come out here anymore though because there was an accident when I was twelve so I avoid these woods as much as I can. I start walking out towards the road I won’t have to walk to far because Hunter my closest friend and the only one that I really trust and talk to has a car and is picking me up not too far away. I round the corner of the street and my house disappears and I see Hunter’s black pickup sitting there waiting for me with him in the driver’s seat.
“Hey, Melody,” Hunter calls.
“Hey, so what’re our plans for tonight?”
“Hmm well we could go to Madison’s party,” he says while he scrunches up his nose. He doesn’t like Madison at all; he dated her for about a day and said she was one of the meanest people he’d ever met. I’m not too fond of her either.
“No thanks,”
“Alright we could go hang out with Robby and Chase, they said they didn’t have anything going on but I’m sure we could think of something.”
“Yah, sure that’s always fun,” I said thinking of the last time we hung out with them and we had a scavenger hunt with lawn gnomes. It didn’t work out that well considering the people who lived over where we were didn’t really have lawns; they’re more like a box with some grass in it.
“Haha yeah,” Hunter said obviously thinking of the same thing. It takes about thirty minutes to get over to where Robby and Chase live, once we make it over there we meet up with them at this run down park. All that’s left of it is some rusted playground equipment, but it makes a decent hang out spot.
“Hey, hey,” yells Robby
“Hey,” Hunter and I reply at the same time.
“God, do you two always do that?”
“No,” we say again at the same time and burst out laughing.
“Haha very funny,” Rob says in a monotone voice.
Stuff about me
Okay so newbie here.. I figured I'd just tell you some stuff about me because well I can. I'm a nice person generally but there are a few people who annoy the hell out of me. I don't like a lot of people really but I can tolerate most of them, but the people who think of nothing but them selves and don't care how it affects others. I just can't stand people like that. I avoid conflict as much as I can but if I feel strongly about something I'll speak out about it.I hate animal abusers and people who act like we're so much better than animals, because I don't think we are any better. An animal does what it has too to survive. We kill and destroy because we enjoy it or are just to ignorant or lazy to do any thing about it. So you can make your own decision but that's what I think. I also am very excepting I'll let you think what you want to think if you'll acknowledge my opinion and let me explain why I think what I think and if you'll tell me why you think what you think. If you treat me with respect then I'll treat you with respect. I don't care if your 50 years older than me or 50 year younger than me (Although it's not possible at the moment) if you don't respect me and the people around me I won't respect you. I'm horribly afraid of needles, but hope to one day be a vet.(maybe I'm still looking at other options) I love animals they're my passion and I will work with them when I get older. I want a job that lets me work with animals, draw/take photos, travel a lot, make a difference, make quit a bit of money, and settle down some where when/if I want to.(You can see why I'm still looking at my options.) I love art and music. I'm currently in band, playing the flute but also learning guitar, and in art and I love both. I'm blond, (and smart believe it or not) blue eyed and so pale it hurts (Literally I get sunburned all the time). I'm a sophomore in high school and along with my forced classes taking French 2 and trying to deiced if I should take French 3 next year. I kind of suck at French though so you know if you speak French and English well and you wouldn't mind helping me, mainly through summer, then I'd love you for ever. (Not really....well maybe.) My favorite color is blue and my parents are divorced. I think I've bored you all enough with all this stuff about me so I'll stop now.
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