Sunday, May 15, 2011

So there are these people...

We shall call them elephants. Purple Elephants, if we're being specific. There's a lot of them. Like, more than 20. They come and go.
The group was started by Matt on Nanowrimo. He had (has) girl trouble. With Catherine. Who is beautiful.
Matt doesn't like the word cute, which is really what started the Purple Elephants. But sometimes he'll say something and it's hard to find a way to describe him that isn't the word cute.
We'll say adorable. Matt's adorable.
And then there are other Elephants. Like Cassie and Lady and Blue and Raven and hunger and kitty and cobra and Arazia and Pixie and Lectin and Daphne and Grace and WWWW and Hogan and Tassel and GoblinKatie and Katie and Lauriloth (my ice cream eating ghost buddy) and Stasi and Rae and Ani and JL and broadway and Eva and GG (who has a name Idk but wanna) and Swift and Rie and probably more that I can't remember which is really bad but like I said there are A LOT of us.
Those aren't everyone's real names (mostly) cause we haven't met all of each other in real life. But we all love each other anyway.
For realz, these are the best friends a girl could ask for.
And I love them.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Layers

Parfait's gotta be the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet!

Shrek:  NO! Layers. Onions have layers. Ogres have layers. Onions have layers. You get it? We both have layers.
Donkey: Oh, you both have LAYERS. Oh. You know, not everybody like onions. What about cake? Everybody loves cake! Cake has layers!


Onions have layers.
Ogres have layers.
Cakes have layers.
Even parfaits have layers.

Everything has layers, if you think about it. Literally and figurativly.
Peel off someone's skin, you see muscles.
Peel off someone's meaphorical layers and you see what makes them human.
Its best to let people peel off their metaphorical layers themselves though, so you don't see anything they're not ready for you to see.


This has been an eye opener from Elle

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Drama and stories

The beauty of high school is that nothing ever lasts very long, including my relationship with great guy.
But it's whatever. I'm chill.
Plus, of course, the regular drama of high school.

Now, because I wanted to actually post something, I putting up another except from my novel.

“Chase, can’t you please just tell me where we’re going? This blindfold thing is starting to get old. And it’s cold out here.”
Andy knew she was being whiney, and probably sounded like a brat, but she was beyond caring at the moment.
The moment Andy got into Chase’s car he blindfolded her. She felt uneasily like a kidnap victim, and memories of her six months in Cuba were creeping back into her mind, making her very uncomfortable.
 “Chase, please,” she begged, desperate for him to remove the blindfold. She knew she could do it herself, but was worried he would be more upset if she did. She felt the car come to a stop, and the blindfold fell away.
“Tell me why, Andy.” She shook her head, eyes shut tight, desperate to keep the tears at bay.
“Andrea…” She opened her eyes, and Chase was looking right at her, scared for her. She gave in.
“I was been eleven years old, and my dad and I had been in Cuba for maybe five months. I was finally starting to adjust to life there, when I was…kidnapped by some guerrillas. My dad was guarding the prince of England while he visited Cuba, and they had taken me in the hopes of getting some sort of ransom for my return.
“I had been leaving my tutor’s house and was walking back to the place my dad and I were staying at when they came up behind me, put a bag over my head and tossed me in the car. They took me to a dirty apartment, and locked me in the linen closet.
“They kept me there for nearly a month, only letting me out so they could check if I was still alive. It had been horrifying, and we went back to England the day after my dad finally found me. I traumatized me. And the forced darkness, the movement of the car…it brought it all back.”
It was almost the truth. Her dad had been undercover as an advisor to the prince to get information on one of the guards who had been deemed “suspicious”, Andy was posing as his daughter Sophie. She had been worth much more then plain old Andy.
Just telling Chase that, that one little part about her past no one (but her dad) knew about, made her feel even more vulnerable.
Maybe taking this assignment wasn’t such a good idea, she thought, thought she immediately took it back. Everything, absolutely everything that she had and was going through, was worth it to meet Chase.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured repeatedly, pushing herself against and curling into a ball. Chase unbuckled his seatbelt and scooted into her seat, pulling her into a hug.
“Why would you be sorry? I’m the one who put you in this situation, I made you relive it. I’m the one who should be sorry.”
“I get so scared all the time,” she whispered, the tears falling freely. He hugged her closer.
“It was horrible in there; it was dark all the time. I couldn’t see, and then they’d open the door and the light would hurt my eyes but I wouldn’t care, cause they might have been letting me go. But then they’d throw the leftovers of whatever food they had been eating in and shut the door. And it would be dark all over again.
“There’s always a light on in my house. Even in the broad daylight, there’s always at least one. I keep a lamp on in my room at night, a regular night light isn’t enough to keep the nightmares away. And I just feel so pathetic, like I should move past it already, but I can’t! I try and I try, but their faces are always somewhere in my mind!”
She clung to Chase now, sobbing heavily. He just held her all the more tighter, stroking her hair and whispering endearments in her ear. It was a couple minutes before she calmed down. She continued to sniffle for a few moments, and when she finally looked up at Chase her eyes were bright red, her makeup running down her face.
“I must look like a mess,” she muttered, rubbing at her face. Chase took her hands.
“You look beautiful.” Andy looked into his eyes and knew that he meant it, with all of his heart.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Rent

I don't pay rent, considering that I'm only sixteen, but I love the musical. And the movie. It's got a great message and great music and they're not afraid to swear, which I respect.
My favorite song would probably be Light My Candle, and I loved Rosario as Mimi. If I we're in the show I'd want to play her.

That's all

P.s. I had a gif but it wouldn't show :(