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Piece of Chp. 5 - Fanfic thingyyy
I have no where else I can save it.
Here 'tis.
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I sniffled as Ithought over the events that had passed that night.Why hadn't I gotten the new speakers that allow you to charge your iPod on them? If I had, my iPod, and earphones wouldn't have been down there!
I grabbed my older guitar, started strumming to the tune of one of my older songs, :Lucky You", and hummed. Playing the guitar, and singing always made me feel better when I'm unhappy.
A few minutes later, I heard loud footsteps in te hallway, and I quickly stopped playing my guitar. I did not want anyone to know I was here, and to see my tear stained face.
"She's so hot," I heard my brother, Austin, say. "Gorgeous blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a cheerleader to boot!" He gushed, talking about some girl.
"Yeah, she's something alright," Lucas responded, in a voice that would sound guilty to someone who knew him well. "It's all arranged, though."
I creeped off my bed, opened my door a smidge, and observed both boys from the back quietly. "Thanks, again, man." Austin then said. I could almost hear the smile in his voice.
"Not a problem," Lucas told him. They then walked back down the stairs. Just as Lucas passed my room,
Here 'tis.
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I sniffled as Ithought over the events that had passed that night.Why hadn't I gotten the new speakers that allow you to charge your iPod on them? If I had, my iPod, and earphones wouldn't have been down there!
I grabbed my older guitar, started strumming to the tune of one of my older songs, :Lucky You", and hummed. Playing the guitar, and singing always made me feel better when I'm unhappy.
A few minutes later, I heard loud footsteps in te hallway, and I quickly stopped playing my guitar. I did not want anyone to know I was here, and to see my tear stained face.
"She's so hot," I heard my brother, Austin, say. "Gorgeous blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a cheerleader to boot!" He gushed, talking about some girl.
"Yeah, she's something alright," Lucas responded, in a voice that would sound guilty to someone who knew him well. "It's all arranged, though."
I creeped off my bed, opened my door a smidge, and observed both boys from the back quietly. "Thanks, again, man." Austin then said. I could almost hear the smile in his voice.
"Not a problem," Lucas told him. They then walked back down the stairs. Just as Lucas passed my room,
Friday, November 27, 2009
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
10\21\09 ~ When life throws you lemons, you can't use them!
Today was a down day, with one major up that may or may not be an up. The bad stuff that happened, though, wasn't bad, but it hurt me.
The main bad thing of my day was this morning on the way to school. I don't exactly remembered how it started, but my best friend, was all, "Good thing you're not in debate ((club)), because you suck at debating." On a regular basis, I probably would not care that much, but it always seems to be that way with her. She's always telling me I'm not good at grounders, or arguing, or whatever. I never say anything like that! Also, she said that I was going to need to be good at debate to become a doctor.
So, in a way, she was saying I probably wouldn't be good in my future career. To that, responded I would have to make difficult choices, and she said that was debating. Since I'm not the type who likes arguing, I kept my mouth shut. I hate causing problems. Plus, she's suppose to be my best friend. What kind of friend says stuff like that? Like, not in a joking way. She was dead serious when she said it. She also knew that I had been feeling pretty crappy earlier in the week because of my stepdad not treating me like his daughter despite the fact he has been my "dad" since I was four, and him calling my mom names I shall not mention in this blog.
She knew I had a pile of things on my chest, and I tend to keep things to myself. I hate complaining, and pity parties; I'm generally a happy person, contrary to popular belief. This just added to it. I have my own opinions, but when shesays that I'm wrong in such a condescending way makes me feel like dirt. I've already felt that way in the past four days. My stepdad also tends to tell me wrong opinion wise. But, I'm entitled to think my own way...right? But, it hurt more on the way to school, and I felt like I was going to start crying. I hate crying...and yelling. It makes me feel weak, that I'm not strong enough to stop myself from doing either.
The only reason why I didn't was because I thought of things that the main characters in books had to go through to make it seem like I was obsessing over nothing...which I kind of was I guess. My opinions aren't that big of a deal... But, when I'm upset, I usually read to make my problems seem meek in comparison of those of others. Books are the most comforting, best friend I'll probably ever have. They're always there for me.
The good thing of my day was when Mrs. Bull, my English teacher, told me about CBC's Literary contest. The winner of which wins $6000, and gets PUBLISHED! Personally, I'd rather recieve publication than win some money, but I'm still going to enter. I want to be a writer, and I'm going to enter a poem, or a few...the entry has to be 1000 or some odd words. I want to be published so, so, so bad. To see my work in print because some publisher somewhere liked my writing would mean more to me than winning the lottery.
The sad thing about it, though, is it costs $20 to enter, and money is tight right now. I'm still going to write a poem, despite my stepdad's saying I might not be able to enter. If I don't, I will probably send my stuff somewhere, because I want to get published. I want it so, so, so bad.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
~Green Eyed Dreamer
The main bad thing of my day was this morning on the way to school. I don't exactly remembered how it started, but my best friend, was all, "Good thing you're not in debate ((club)), because you suck at debating." On a regular basis, I probably would not care that much, but it always seems to be that way with her. She's always telling me I'm not good at grounders, or arguing, or whatever. I never say anything like that! Also, she said that I was going to need to be good at debate to become a doctor.
So, in a way, she was saying I probably wouldn't be good in my future career. To that, responded I would have to make difficult choices, and she said that was debating. Since I'm not the type who likes arguing, I kept my mouth shut. I hate causing problems. Plus, she's suppose to be my best friend. What kind of friend says stuff like that? Like, not in a joking way. She was dead serious when she said it. She also knew that I had been feeling pretty crappy earlier in the week because of my stepdad not treating me like his daughter despite the fact he has been my "dad" since I was four, and him calling my mom names I shall not mention in this blog.
She knew I had a pile of things on my chest, and I tend to keep things to myself. I hate complaining, and pity parties; I'm generally a happy person, contrary to popular belief. This just added to it. I have my own opinions, but when shesays that I'm wrong in such a condescending way makes me feel like dirt. I've already felt that way in the past four days. My stepdad also tends to tell me wrong opinion wise. But, I'm entitled to think my own way...right? But, it hurt more on the way to school, and I felt like I was going to start crying. I hate crying...and yelling. It makes me feel weak, that I'm not strong enough to stop myself from doing either.
The only reason why I didn't was because I thought of things that the main characters in books had to go through to make it seem like I was obsessing over nothing...which I kind of was I guess. My opinions aren't that big of a deal... But, when I'm upset, I usually read to make my problems seem meek in comparison of those of others. Books are the most comforting, best friend I'll probably ever have. They're always there for me.
The good thing of my day was when Mrs. Bull, my English teacher, told me about CBC's Literary contest. The winner of which wins $6000, and gets PUBLISHED! Personally, I'd rather recieve publication than win some money, but I'm still going to enter. I want to be a writer, and I'm going to enter a poem, or a few...the entry has to be 1000 or some odd words. I want to be published so, so, so bad. To see my work in print because some publisher somewhere liked my writing would mean more to me than winning the lottery.
The sad thing about it, though, is it costs $20 to enter, and money is tight right now. I'm still going to write a poem, despite my stepdad's saying I might not be able to enter. If I don't, I will probably send my stuff somewhere, because I want to get published. I want it so, so, so bad.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
~Green Eyed Dreamer
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
10\20\09 ~ A Perfect Ending To A Terrible Day
I had a very crappy day today. I screwed up in so many places. But, I think the worst was me making a humungo idiot of myself in front of my entire Drama class, which both The Cute Guy In My English Class, and the Andrew Look Alike are in.
Today I had Speaker's Corner, and for that, we have to give an impromptu speech on the topic of the week for a minute. This week it was "In Elementary school..." I didn't blow it for the first 30 seconds or so, but as I began to run out of ideas, I started talking about how I was a loner in Grade 3. After I finished that short sphiel, I didn't have anything else to say...it was a long ten seconds. (A minute is always longer in front of your whole class.) If The Force is with me (which, it surprisingly tends to be), everyone will forget about it.
I also screwed up in English today, but I didn't embarass myself, so it wasn't as bad. Plus, everyone liked my straight hair (it's naturally curly), so that was kinda nice.
The best part of my day, though, was getting a BOOK. I realize I sound like a serious freak, but I get very irritable if I don't have something to read. It's not an addiction, but a lifestyle.
I got this one:
Which is the sequel to this one:
They're both really epic. Witches are cooler than vampires, and werewolves. Vampires, and werewolves are overrated, and seriously overplayed at the moment. (-cough- Twilight -cough-) I liked the books and all, but I'm sick of the craze. Plus, the wicked books have a hot, reincarnated guy in them. :)
Anywho, more later.
~Green Eyed Dreamer
Monday, October 19, 2009
10\19\09 ~ Stupid Cute Guys & Success
Hey everyone! (;
I've had a very successful day today. I did extremely well in English (so well, that people were asking what I got on the homework), we have our tableaus planned out for Drama, and I got a touch down in gym today. :-) (I suck at Football, so this is saying alot.) But, the best thing was that I got ALL of my homework finished whilst earning my volunteer hours at the hospital...well between me actually doing my job, and stuff. I now have 4 hours, and 51 minutes to my name, with a bookbag full of completed homework! :D (For those of you whom do not know, Canadian students need 40 hours of volunteer work to graduate.)
The down point of my day was when the cute guy in my English class (whom is also in my Drama class) dissed Taylor Swift. I quote, "We're doing a gay ass Taylor Swift song." Her songs are NOT gay...and they do not resemble a donkey! Seriously, he's stupid if he thinks that. Her songs are amazing, and she is not some stupid Disney starlet who got where she is by auditioning for some half witted television show.
Plus, I own BOTH of her albums:
This one:
and this one:
A fan of hers, such as myself, is bound to be majorly offended. Especially when the guy who insulted her is as cute as the cute guy in my English class... I wonder if the Andrew Look Alike (this kid who looks like my friend Andrew, only with REALLY blue eyes. I love blue eyes. Too bad mine are green...sometimes outlined with blue...-.-) likes Taylor Swift. He's really cute too.
Anyway, drop me a line or two on whether you like Taylor Swift. If so, what is your favourite song? If not, why.
XOXO,
~Green Eyed Dreamer
Sunday, October 18, 2009
10\18\09 ~ This Blog
I have created this blog to record my thoughts upon things in my life. I have created it to serve as an online journal. I suck at writing in a notebook everyday, and I'm on the computer often enough, hence this blog. This blog will likely contain much venting, as I tend to do that a lot. (; Also, I may write well in this sometimes, and at others I may sound like a fourteen year old girl. It shall be as the mood strikes. Anyway, if you care to read any of my senseless babble, feel free to follow me. If not, that's cool I guess.
~Green Eyed Dreamer
~Green Eyed Dreamer
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