Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Also... headaches. Every day. All day. Not good. I think I'm going to surrender soon and actually go to the doctor. Blah.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

So, I just got some of my grades for the first partial of this semester... and lets say I'm incredibly disappointed in myself. I can do so much better than this... 80's?? 70's!?! WHAT!? Whatever happened to a constant 100? This sucks. I either held myself up too high and didn't work hard enough or maybe I'm just being stupid and lazy. I guess both of those are the same thing... ugh. I don't know how I expect to be able to compete against thousands of students for only a couple hundred positions, and in medicine to boot.
*sigh* This is my verdict- This upcoming two partials for this semester... I'm going to really work hard at them. I'm going to stop skipping classes out of laziness, I'm going to do the homework and I'm going to do the work. The exams will come with themselves... but if I can at least do the former three things, I'll be accomplishing so much more.

Garh. I hate school. And yet, I sorta need it to be able to do anything that I want to do with my life.
Also, on the plus side... next semester, if I'm an A+ student... I can do exchange student programs. And my school is totally connected with Canada... xD

Sunday, March 21, 2010


Thanks to you, I have more faith in people than I should. I don't know if this is a good thing or not.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

I Don't See What Anyone Can See, In Anyone Else... But You

You're the voice that calms me. The melody that keeps me smiling day after day. The deep, smooth, silvery resonance that makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. Listening to you talk about something that you love, explaining, describing, emphasizing and introducing me to new things everyday... it reminds me what it feels like to truly be living life. Your sweet song whispered into my ear, day after day. I'll never be able to forget it, nor would I want to. The seductive murmur that causes goosebumps to crawl over my body, the beautiful lure of words that makes me forget reality, and only care about you and I.
Your melodious voice, your enchanting words, your sweet smiles and your caring hugs. Your mesmerizing eyes, your beautiful laughter, your charming personality and your fascinating curiosity about life.  
You are amazing, and I love you for everything you are, inside and out.


Sunday, March 14, 2010

She's a Dancing Queen

Aah, young love. It's so downright cute!

I never thought I'd be so happy for my sister. I thought I was going to look down on her first boyfriend and scowl at the thought of him being with my younger sibling... but no. I can't help but grin every time I see something between the two, and feel like giving her a hand on the shoulder and a small push when she's unsure or shy. She's actually quite mature for her age. Yes, she's very much a drama queen and her attitude outbursts make up for my the lack of my own. She doesn't know yet who she is, or what she's doing with her life... but she's getting there. She really has a neat personality, and she's willing to help do whatever it takes to see the boy she likes again. Something that's not so different from myself. I really see a lot of me in her, and yet... we're two completely and utterly different people. I'm really proud right now to say she's my sister. I'm happy she's there with me, and I'm glad I can be there for her too. It's times like these that make me smile and thank the heavens that they gave me a sister that I could share something like this with. It's a simple thing, that has brought us together like no other in the past 13 years. I hope I can be her friend, her sister, someone she can look up to and someone she can share silly secrets with and laugh. And if you ever read this, Maya, Never forget that I will always be here for you.

I love ya, sis.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Doctor my Eyes

I like notebooks. But I've come to enjoy knowing that other people are reading the things I write. It inspires me. I suppose my own joy in what I do isn't enough to propel me further... also, comments are the most amazing thing in the world. The fact that someone took a moment of their time to read whatever it is I wrote and then say their opinion on it is pretty much happy making.

There is nothing more inspiring than music, and nothing more musical than love.

I've never spent an entire math class writing and listening to music. It's kinda nice though, to simple relax and let my limited flow of inspiration run. The more I write, the more inspired I get though. Not to mention how amazing Our Lady Peace is. They bring back so many good memories, ones I never want to forget. They just hit the spot for incredible music.

 Light is leaving, hiding behind the mountains around us. Children sleep; lovers awake.


Alright. So that was some of what I wrote during the ridiculously boring math class of two weeks ago... I finally got my notebook back xD. I will be posting the stories I have soon though. I found them incredibly interesting, I hope you do too. I'd write them out now, but time is running short on me today >.>

Goodbye, for now.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Dude. I just found my birth certificate in one of my notebooks. Jeez

Okay, so this is a story Ash and I started writing. It's so incredibly great, but we only got to like the first chapter (*sobs*) But it's okay. Here's what I managed to salvage:

9th September 2008


"You've got to be freakin' kidding me!" Jon reached over and pressed a few buttons. But nothing was working. "Darn it!" He said as he slammed his fist against the table. He pushed his chair away from the desk, stood up, and felt his hand around in the dark for the nearest power switch. "What the heck is going on?" He thought as his hand grazed over the device. "Why? On the one night I take shift by myself." He thought as he flipped the switch.
"Grab the mainsail!" Ella shouted over the sound of the wind and the crashing of the waves. 
"What's a mainsail?" River shouted back. Trying to walk towards Ella while tripping on everything in sight. 
"I don't know! It just says it here in the book."
"Here, let me see it." River says grabbing the book out of Ella's hands and smacking her over the head with it. "Ella! This is PAPER! It's going to get ruined in the rain." She starts flipping through the pages. "Dont' you know when paper gets wet, the ink runs down it|?" We'll never be able to read it."
"River." Ella says hesitantly.
"We won't ever be able to get out of this and the book will be useless!"
"We'll just die in this storm, never to see the sun light again..."
"RIVER!" Ella shouts.
"What!? Why are you yelling at me? I'm right... Ella?"
River looks up to see nothing but darkness.
"Oh Shoot!" Simon yelled as he failed to grab the branch above him, causing him to descend from the tree quicker than he had wanted. Watching his life pass before his eyes as the ground came towards him faster and faster. The last thing he remembered was the strange obscurity of the world.
Chapter 1
It was a dark and dreary day. The ground was muddy from the rain the night before, and the sky was cloudy, threatening to pour once again. The sadness was draping over the cemetary like a heavy blanket. No one had wanted this day to come, and yet it had.
"Everyone loved James Robinson, he was a kind and loyal friend, a loving father, husband and grandfather. We will miss him. Rest in Peace." Ella's uncle finished and began to help lower the coffin.
"Goodbye Gramps." Ella whispered softly as a tear fell down her cheek.
"Ella! River's here!" Her mother yelled up the stairs. River and Ella had been best friends since pre-school. The two girls had grown up in the same neighborhood, and went to the same school. Although being of completely different personalites, they both confided in the other for anything. 
"Okay! Be right down." Ella got up from the floor in her bedroom, and attempted to cross the junk littered carpet. Reaching the door safely, Ella grabbed one of the books strewn next to her, and carefully put it inside a night stand next to her. 
"Ella hurry up!" Lucy Robinson was a mother, daughter, a chef, a computer whiz and also the cooleste person around. Looking very much like her daughter, she was tall, with green eyes and dark brown hair that was usually set in a french braid. She had no brothers or sisters, and only one daughter. 
"Coming!" Ella sang, jumping down the stairs. 
"Honey, would you mind doing me a favour after you left River in?"
"Sure Mom." She skipped over to the front door passing her mom in the kitched at the base of the stairs. "About time you got here!" She said opening the door to find River sitting on a bench next to the wall. "Come on in."
"Hey Ella." River said, getting up from her seat and hugging her friend.
"Hey! Come on. Mom needs us to do something for her." Ella shut the door behind River and walked to the kitchen where her mother was.
"Hey sweetie. Are you hungry?" Her mom asked waving to the stove where she had just taken out some chicken. 
"No thanks Lucy." River said as she sat down on one of the stools next to the counter. 
"Mom, what was it that you wan ted us to do?" Ella asked, sitting down next to River. 
"Right, well, I would really appreciate it if you went out to the shed and looked through all of Gramps' stuff. Try to see what we could get rid of. And what we should keep."
"Sure mom, I actually started going through some of his books already." Ella admitted sheepishly. 
Lucy raised her eyebrows at this. "Really? Find anything interesting?" 
"No." Ella lied. In reality, she found something very interesting."Well, c'mon River! we've got a job to do." She pulled River out of the chair and started walking towards the back door before her mother could ask anymore questions. 
"Ella, do you have the key?" River asked once they had reached the shed in the back of the house.
"Umm, no. But we'll just climb in through the window." She suggested as she began to push open a side glass window. 
"Okay then." River said helping Ella push it open.

A/N: It saddens me so much that that's all we wrote down. Here's the plot and character outline though:
Plot line:
Couple hundred years ago, earth found a new planet that was habitable. The goverment decided to put all their criminals onto it as a prison thinking they would soon die. Instead, the criminals made a new life and world. Without telling any of their children. At the beginning, four couples from earth went to this new earth to guard it. And their descendants carried on with the job, not knowing it was once a prison. Mysteriously, the sun goes out and five different kids try to find out. With their own reasons for the trip and why it disappeared.
In this world, the source of the sun is an iceberg in an ocean. 
Simon - 15-16, medium height. Brown hair, brown right eye and green left eye. Independent orphan with random ideas and memories of the iceberg from his childhood.
Jonathan - 20-22, Highly intelligent scientist. Straight forwad thinking, was left in lab as a child when parents mysteriously left and were killed. Brought up by the other scientists. (He's one of the guards descendants)
Lyla - 15. Spoiled brat, really annoying. Desert leaders daughter. Niece to River. Leaves on a trip to find her mother, rebellious. 
Ella Robinson - 17, friends with River since childhood. Grandfather just died and goes looking through his stuff, and finds a book on boats. In book, descriptions resemble the same shed and mentions a trap door. She finds the door and inside she diescovers a half built boat. She continues building boat without Rivers knowledge. River finds it and helps her. Parents tell Ella she has to marry ruler of the Desert and she leaves on the boat to find the iceberg.
River - 17, Parents work at castle of Desert Ruler to be around their daughter, who's the wife of the ruler. River despises everything about the palace and royalty. She lives with Ella and her Aunt. She's sister to the wife of the desert Ruler, aunt to Lyla. Coming with Ella to find her sister who left somewhere and never came back.
Peter - 19, messenger for the ruler of desert sent on a mission to find Lyla.

Iron and Wine

-No date- *>.>

Villainy Rocks.
Harrow (Draft)

My name is Harrow, I am 16 years old and my Father is a demon. I was born of human mother in the spirit realm. I killed her when I was 6. She had cut herself with a blade. I have an obsession... I always have. My obsession is for blood. Human blood, demon blood... it really doesn't matter. But when my Mother cut herself for the first time, I needed more. My whole self switched. I was no longer the cute, sweet, little half-demon. I was a killer. The switch scared me. This wasn't supposed to happen. Why was I standing over the corpse of something I loved, with blood all over me and a blade in my hand?
I ran. I left the spirit world, I left my Father in his demonic rage. I left the dead body of my human Mother. I ran to the only place I knew to go: The human world. I twas the only place I could escape to. The only plae I would be able to be free. I could do what I want.
I lived on the streets for two years. I learned to fight. I learned to live on my own. I made friends, I made enemies. I trusted no one. At the human age of eight, I entered a school. A martial arts school. I lived tehre until I was 14. At this place, I learned close-up combat, weaponry (speacilizing in knives) and how to keep myself alive, anywhere.

And now, everytime I see it
Everytime I go looking for it
It's a beauty to behold.

Now I see you cry, with a knife in my hand.
I sense your blood and I begin to laugh
Rejuvination, plus a butterfly knife,
Gives me what I need from you.

And just die
Spill your blood on me,
There's nothing else I plead for
There's nothing else I want to see.


A/N: Okay, there's more to that "song", but I hadn't realized how incredibly gory and morbid it really is. So I'll just leave it at that. xD

Will The Future Blame Us?

I'm not sure what these are... very random things I wrote down on a page. Each one has something to do with the other (I think). I wish I could remember...

November 15th 2008

Hello. Are you reading this? If so, pay very close attention to what I'm about to say: You are a thing. You're no one. Nothing. Unimportant to the cycle in life. If you disappeared off the face of the planet, only a handful would think anything of it. No one cares.
A quiet, short, small growl escapes his throat. He advances toward you, backing you into a corner, cutting off any way of escape. your mind begins to run, thinking of any way to survive this.
I feel you on  my arms. Your weight is collapsing my entire being, I sense you being to float away, your life drifting the moment I decide you're gone. The blood from your wounds spilling down my chest as I hold you close to my heart.
A quick note sounds in the air. Music. Beautiful timbering of a bell. Resonance of a violin. Trickling voices surrounding you and I. I turn towards the music with a smile on my face, I reach for your hand to lead you to safety. It's beautiful.
Not knowing who you are, nor why you're here. Some say this is the question of life, well, I say "who cares?". We're here, and that's that. Live however way you can so that when you look back on it, you smile, you cry, and you laugh.
I feel there's something in the wind. Whispering hello's and goodbye's. Is this the end? Or is there more to it than it seems?

The First

Alright, here we go. I found some notebooks I did a bunch of scribbles in. Some have dates, some don't (>.>). But here it is.

July 21st 2008

Things that happen. It's so... odd. Events, situations, comical reasonings, and, of course- drama. That one little word that carries so much emotion. I know people, so many of them, who cannot deal with drama. Things cannot have such an emotional drag. I however, am not one of those people. Don't get me wrong, I hate a lot of drama. But I can deal with it quite well. I don't lose my head, things don't seem right when really they're wrong... I can work with it.
And right now, is when I need my head the most. I don't mean in a physical way, but my conscience and my mind really need to be focused. Confusion loves to toy with us all. It just adds on and on, and on... to the point where you turn left while looking right and turn right while looking behind you. you don't know if where you're going is where you're supposed to be. And at this point, no one can help you. It's an internal war. A point where you're lost in the middle of the woods, and there's two paths on either side of you. Both of these paths are dark, cold, thorny and dangerous. But one of them leads you out, and it leads you to happiness and a place where you don't need to be confused anymore. The only issue is that you don't know which path it is. You have no bread crumbs in this internal fight. You choose a path... and if it's wrong, you can't turn back. You have to live with that mistake. The only way you can escape from that is by taking another path that you come across. Take it, and if it's the right path... fix your last stumble and live on with this one.
Food for thought is all.

Wow... my little philosopher self o-o ... haha.


Woo... busy. Busy busy busy. I hate being busy, in a way. And yet always end up piling things on top of the other to the point I'm incredible busy. I think I do it to give me less time to think. Anyways, it's okay.
I have many, many stories for this blog. But I have left my notebook with all my notes at a friends house and I (still) haven't gone to get it. I really need to though, so hopefully I'll get that done tomorrow or something. I'm so excited to write down what I've got in there... I just need to get around to doing it. Blargh.

So, I've come to realize that for some reason people enjoy listening to me o-o. It's like my voice is loud enough to be heard and recognized over the chatter. I don't know what this means, but it's sure a plus for being class representative... everyone shuts up every now and then if I yell. Heh.

I want to write!!!! x3 I want my notebook! I can't just come up with things like this on the spot and I don't feel like digging into my well of inspiration when I have something completely done and written out somewhere else... I know what I'll do. I'ma gonna go through my notebooks and see if there's anything worth posting xD.