I'm tired.
My back hurts.
My legs and arms are killing me.
But damn did I have fun at the dance last night! Ohmygod, my friends Kayla and Hannah and Angelika and I were dancing like crazy people in front of the big colored lights . . . it was so much fun.
***Important message that may or may not concern you: ROWAN! they played peanut butter jelly time, and all I could think through the entire song was, "I wish Rowan was here" ilyilyily ***
Luvvya all,
*Aily
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
A solemn post on september eleventh, 2009
Today, I was sitting in Spanish class, when I realized something.
It's the eleventh of September.
You're making the connection? I was. Nine-eleven.
On September eleventh, 2001, terrorist infiltrated a plane full of passengers, killed the pilots, and completed a suicide mission into the twin towers of NYC.
What some people don't always know, is that there was a second plane. A second plane, also taken over by terrorists, that was headed for the White House.
Now, the passengers on this plane did something about it. They got rid of the terrorists flying their plane--God knows how--and took over. None of them knew how to fly it, so it lead to a crash in a farm field here in Pennsylvania, leading, of course, to all of their deaths.
Out of the people in those two planes, there are no survivors. People who weren't even in the planes died.
[I've never done extreme, deep research on this particular subject, so please excuse any mistakes]
It's the eleventh of September.
You're making the connection? I was. Nine-eleven.
On September eleventh, 2001, terrorist infiltrated a plane full of passengers, killed the pilots, and completed a suicide mission into the twin towers of NYC.
What some people don't always know, is that there was a second plane. A second plane, also taken over by terrorists, that was headed for the White House.
Now, the passengers on this plane did something about it. They got rid of the terrorists flying their plane--God knows how--and took over. None of them knew how to fly it, so it lead to a crash in a farm field here in Pennsylvania, leading, of course, to all of their deaths.
Out of the people in those two planes, there are no survivors. People who weren't even in the planes died.
[I've never done extreme, deep research on this particular subject, so please excuse any mistakes]
*A moment of silence for those who lost their lives or lost loved ones in the terrorist attack on september eleventh, 2001*
*Aily
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Goddamn Song--get the hell out of my head
Well, guess who I saw yesterday.
ROWAN.
Holy crap, I've missed her. And I got to stand there and talk to her (and/or hug her) for a whole flippin hour.
And ever sine I've had this song stuck in my head.
That is annoying the crap out of me.
Even if it holds good memories.
It's that song from the old Cheerios commercials that they used to run on TV. It goes something like: Happiness runs in a circular motion . . . . love is like a little boat driftin off to sea . . . . happiness run,s happiness runs . . .
I have to admit, all-in-all, I've enjoyed my first week or so at Reynolds middle school. (yes, there are teachers I hate and yes, there are kids I hate even more) But I've missed Rowan. I had had a pretty crappy day at school, so when I saw Row I got all happy.
////in other news, my story--the one I was attempting to write--entirely died. But with it's death came the rebirth of a story I'd thought I'd lost a muse for. It's called You Think I'm Brave, and it was one that I particularly liked.
I'll keep posting on that . . . and on that note, I say goodbye for now.
[Rowan, you bitch, get a flippin Lync-whatever card]
*Aily
ROWAN.
Holy crap, I've missed her. And I got to stand there and talk to her (and/or hug her) for a whole flippin hour.
And ever sine I've had this song stuck in my head.
That is annoying the crap out of me.
Even if it holds good memories.
It's that song from the old Cheerios commercials that they used to run on TV. It goes something like: Happiness runs in a circular motion . . . . love is like a little boat driftin off to sea . . . . happiness run,s happiness runs . . .
I have to admit, all-in-all, I've enjoyed my first week or so at Reynolds middle school. (yes, there are teachers I hate and yes, there are kids I hate even more) But I've missed Rowan. I had had a pretty crappy day at school, so when I saw Row I got all happy.
////in other news, my story--the one I was attempting to write--entirely died. But with it's death came the rebirth of a story I'd thought I'd lost a muse for. It's called You Think I'm Brave, and it was one that I particularly liked.
I'll keep posting on that . . . and on that note, I say goodbye for now.
[Rowan, you bitch, get a flippin Lync-whatever card]
*Aily
Friday, August 28, 2009
A Quick Check-In
Lately . . . I don't know what's happened. I just feel like there's something hanging over me. I don't want to do anything, and I keep getting this on-and-off headache.
I'm just really tired . . . not sure why. But I'm still working on stories, despite that. They seem to be the only thing that I don't mind.
And I think the Story Files has actually improved my state in the world of writing. I actually ended up adding another main character, but that was hardly a bad sign. I've started the story, and already have several pages. Yes, I believe it's going to be more pages than seven.
My six characters, so far, are as listed:
1. Morgan Holliday
2. Summer Carroway
3. Saradah Shaffer
4. Kaitlyn Logan Moore
5. Michaela Oak Simmons
6. Tylia Waters
Ah, well, I'll see how it goes.
*Aily
I'm just really tired . . . not sure why. But I'm still working on stories, despite that. They seem to be the only thing that I don't mind.
And I think the Story Files has actually improved my state in the world of writing. I actually ended up adding another main character, but that was hardly a bad sign. I've started the story, and already have several pages. Yes, I believe it's going to be more pages than seven.
My six characters, so far, are as listed:
1. Morgan Holliday
2. Summer Carroway
3. Saradah Shaffer
4. Kaitlyn Logan Moore
5. Michaela Oak Simmons
6. Tylia Waters
Ah, well, I'll see how it goes.
*Aily
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The Story Files
As of late, I've been under a huge writer's block that, no matter how much I struggle, I seem to be stuck in.
So in yet another attempt to cure this flaw, I'm going to start something for myself that I'm calling the Story Files.
The objective of the Story Files is for me to create five entirely new characters, conjugated down in detailed sections such as Appearance, History, etc. Then I'll write a seven-page short story concerning the five.
I may be able to recruit my friends--or so I'm hoping, since I'm giving myself a time limit (a week and a half) and time limits are easier for me to deal with when I know that my friends are, too.
This had better work, or I want my money back.
*Aily
So in yet another attempt to cure this flaw, I'm going to start something for myself that I'm calling the Story Files.
The objective of the Story Files is for me to create five entirely new characters, conjugated down in detailed sections such as Appearance, History, etc. Then I'll write a seven-page short story concerning the five.
I may be able to recruit my friends--or so I'm hoping, since I'm giving myself a time limit (a week and a half) and time limits are easier for me to deal with when I know that my friends are, too.
This had better work, or I want my money back.
*Aily
Sunday, August 23, 2009
One of the Most Ridiculous, Insane, Irritating Aspects of Life: The Stereotype
Everyone's been labelled at some point in their life. Some don't mind, but others could compare it to attempting to swallow a mouthful of acid.
Stereotypes are based on a variety of aspects: How you dress, how you act, and other such combinations.
Out of the swallowing-a-mouthful-of-acid people (a.k.a. the ones who dislike being categorized), some don't deserve the label. But others have brought it down on themselves--I'm sorry, but if you dye you hair black, wear spiky things, and act depressed, you're going to be called a goth--by filling in the stereotype on their own.
The ones who don't deserve the label are what my best friend likes to call eclectic--simply a mix of a lot of things. Diverse.
I like to view it as having more personality than just one word.
Being different is not bad--it's brilliant. It means you're your own person. Or food, as the case may be.
And the individuals who don't mind the whole stereotyping thing? They come in two varieties as well.
The first actually enjoy being labelled--these are the ones that are usually something that, for them, is flattering, like a cheerleader, prep, or jock. They're usually popular, and reasonably happy with what they've got out of life.
The second I'm more amicable to--the ones who don't give what others say about them.
They simply don't care. Pretty much, it's just the "whatever" attitude.
Call me what you want, but I'm still me. And me doesn't care what you think.
This approach is most likely the best, but it takes work. It's not as easy as waking up one day and deciding you don't care what the world thinks. Either it's a natural gift, or you have to ease yourself away from caring, by thinking, "why does it even matter?"
I, personally, wish I could be in this group, but I'm still stuck with the eclectics. Not that that's entirely a bad things. But I hate being labelled--I'm still a long way from freedom.
*Aily
Stereotypes are based on a variety of aspects: How you dress, how you act, and other such combinations.
Out of the swallowing-a-mouthful-of-acid people (a.k.a. the ones who dislike being categorized), some don't deserve the label. But others have brought it down on themselves--I'm sorry, but if you dye you hair black, wear spiky things, and act depressed, you're going to be called a goth--by filling in the stereotype on their own.
The ones who don't deserve the label are what my best friend likes to call eclectic--simply a mix of a lot of things. Diverse.
I like to view it as having more personality than just one word.
Being different is not bad--it's brilliant. It means you're your own person. Or food, as the case may be.
And the individuals who don't mind the whole stereotyping thing? They come in two varieties as well.
The first actually enjoy being labelled--these are the ones that are usually something that, for them, is flattering, like a cheerleader, prep, or jock. They're usually popular, and reasonably happy with what they've got out of life.
The second I'm more amicable to--the ones who don't give what others say about them.
They simply don't care. Pretty much, it's just the "whatever" attitude.
Call me what you want, but I'm still me. And me doesn't care what you think.
This approach is most likely the best, but it takes work. It's not as easy as waking up one day and deciding you don't care what the world thinks. Either it's a natural gift, or you have to ease yourself away from caring, by thinking, "why does it even matter?"
I, personally, wish I could be in this group, but I'm still stuck with the eclectics. Not that that's entirely a bad things. But I hate being labelled--I'm still a long way from freedom.
*Aily
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Where Would the World Be Without Google?
Google.
Yes, I'm raising the topic of an internet search engine.
"What is Britney Spears up to these days? Still bald?" You go to Google. "How soon could I get to Wheretheheckistan?" Google it is. "How far away is France?" It's always Google.
You see, we've become dependent on Google--whether if it's for the weather forcast or Paris Hilton's latest fashion splurge, Google is always the first thought in our heads when we want information.
It's been extended to a wide variety--Google Videos, Google Images, Gmail--and therefore extending our need.
Is Google merely an innocent means of acquiring information or an evil race of alien's ploy to gain mind control and conquer the earth?
My money's on the aliens. I'm sorry, but the majority of mankind is stupid enough to make it easy for the martians to accomplish what I suggested.
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In other news, I'm going to post a link to my best friend's blog here, so no one has to Google it. Wouldn't want anyone else to be corrupted. :]
Rowan's blog--http://www.murderousinsanity.blogspot.com
Luvv ya Row :]
Well, good night everyone.
Don't let the martians get you.
*Aily
Yes, I'm raising the topic of an internet search engine.
"What is Britney Spears up to these days? Still bald?" You go to Google. "How soon could I get to Wheretheheckistan?" Google it is. "How far away is France?" It's always Google.
You see, we've become dependent on Google--whether if it's for the weather forcast or Paris Hilton's latest fashion splurge, Google is always the first thought in our heads when we want information.
It's been extended to a wide variety--Google Videos, Google Images, Gmail--and therefore extending our need.
Is Google merely an innocent means of acquiring information or an evil race of alien's ploy to gain mind control and conquer the earth?
My money's on the aliens. I'm sorry, but the majority of mankind is stupid enough to make it easy for the martians to accomplish what I suggested.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In other news, I'm going to post a link to my best friend's blog here, so no one has to Google it. Wouldn't want anyone else to be corrupted. :]
Rowan's blog--http://www.murderousinsanity.blogspot.com
Luvv ya Row :]
Well, good night everyone.
Don't let the martians get you.
*Aily
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