Thursday, November 17, 2011

Short stories

I wrote a post on facebook saying that I would write a short story of any topic given in the comments. Here was my challenge:  i have 2, first one: u find a magical staff and es forced to use it for good the second: ur parents have signed an agreement making u marry Justin Bieber for 20 years, their are no loopholes or ways out, u must stay with him have fun Carna ^.=.^
Here is the end result:  Once upon a time Carna found a magical stick that she used to bash in the face of her husband Justin Bieber. She then disposed of the body with the magic "burn every living thing in sight" button on the stick and phoned the police of his disappearance. Carna then lived off of Justin Bieber's assorted millions until she was very old and used the magical stick to control the minds of everyone in the world. She died after a squirrel chewed through her bungee cord and she fell to her death.


My second challengewhatever XD i gots a new one for ya: ur playing an internet game and then lightening strikes the phone lines messing with ur computer and sucking u into the game ur playing, u must survive and figure a way out by beating the game. the game u was playing es Assasians Creed ^.=.^ i know u will enjoy this

I know nothing about this games except that the characters have Italian accents and kill people. So here is the end result: (excuse my ignorance as I know very little about this game. I wrote several much longer versions but none of them seemed to work. long story short,)

Carna  hated computers. She also hated it when they zapped her in the face, and she woke up in the middle of a stone street and was carried away by strangely dressed guards. However she did enjoy killing all of said guards abandoning her "mission" and eventually leading to the death and destruction of the entire royal family and anyone else of "nobility".
"You have no idea how to play this game, do you?"
"Not in the slightest." Carna replied to the magical talking death snail (any good game should have magical talking death snails) that she had found after harpooning the King in the face. The snail's name was Henry. He liked to eat beans.
"I guess that's why everyone's dead?"
"yep" Carna kicked over a burning piece of wood by her feet and continued to walk along the streets.
"Technically I killed everyone, so i killed my 'target' does tht count as finishing the game?"
"It should" replied the snail as he nibbled on a detached hand.
"I will miss yo Henry."
She waved goodbye and died.

The End.

As you can tell, i know nothing about the game. But seriously, any game worth playing has magical talking death snails.

Monday, November 14, 2011


I already did football, but: this is interesting trust me.
Ok, so two kids about 12 years old, whom we will name Retard 1 and Retard 2 were outside smacking each other in the heads with sticks. Eventually their heads hurt *alot* and Retard 1 was starting to suffer from blood loss. So since the stick wacking obviously caused brain damage, they decided to make a pointless sport where people hit a ball with sticks and then run around in circles. As you can imagine Retard 1 and Retard 2 died shortly after because all that blood and splinters swimming around in their tiny heads, the running around in circles part didn't help. and they both dropped dead. The End.
Somehow this has become America's favorite past time. Again, I don't *really* understand sports. But come on...All the stick wacking Retards make more than our Doctors, there's something wrong with that....And to all of the baseball fans out there I am sincerely sorry if I have offended you (not really) the game of baseball is a wonderful thing (Oh God make it stop, it's so pointless!!!) And I wish you the best of luck getting onto your favorite sports team (you will become a janitor because u worked too hard smacking things with a stick than u did on your maths homework)
In all honesty I think people just watch these sports because it gives them something to be excited about, which is kind of depressing when you think about it. How one person hits something with a stick and that is the highlight of our lives.
Coming Soon: Golf.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Inheritance! the End of a great legacy of books.

This *will* contain spoilers. Sorry.

Inheritance/ Inheritance Cycle/ "Eragon series" - ....Ok, the book. was awesome. The story, was amazing. But there were some slight disappointments. For one, the entire series kind of builds up to the big fight between Galbatorix and Eragon (warning: spoilers) and instead of the epic sword battle of the century!...Galbatorix understands his wrongs and kills himself in a fiery explosion, as far as I could tell at least. I must say however, it was written well and definitely was unexpected. Which may have been part of the point. Also, Again the story was great, but completely unsatisfactory as the last book. I mean...Eragon leaves Alagaesia forever never to see his loved ones or friends again, The End!!?! *and* Arya and him never did get together,(Nor Nasuada and Murtagh which was rather gloomy after all that conspired in Uru'baen) which was all too expected. Ah well, we shall see I suppose. Although I'm sure im not the only one who will wonder as to Eragon's future. And then there's Angela, I am about %98 sure that she is the fabled "Soothsayer" that Galbatorix speaks of, but one can never be sure. And I was disappointed to find that the promised answers on her were not included. I have the feeling many fan-fictions will soon pop up to finish the story and Angela and what not. Therefore ruining the books. So, may the great legacy live on while it can. (I'm not a fan of fan-fiction, ok?)


Monday, November 7, 2011



 [per-spek-tiv]  Show IPA
a technique of depicting volumes and spatial relationships ona flat surface. Compare aerial perspective, linear perspective.
a picture employing this technique, especially one in which itis prominent: an architect's perspective of a house.
a visible scene, especially one extending to a distance;vista: a perspective on the main axis of an estate.
the state of existing in space before the eye: The elevationslook all right, but the building's composition is a failure inperspective.
the state of one's ideas, the facts known to one, etc., in having a meaningful interrelationship: You have to live here afew years to see local conditions in perspective. (
Have you ever gotten into an argument with like, a six year old? Not like a full fledged one but something like "The moon is obviously made of cheese you freakish lady" and the sheer idiocy (even if they're only 6. hey, its jst an example. I'll get to the little kids later) get u to the point your head almost explodes? That's exactly what it's like to talk to someone with no perspective. At least, for me I suppose. I hear people grumbling and complaining like the world is going to end, only to find "my life has no meaning, this is awful...I can't find my favorite pen!" <--direct quote. Anyway, it's just sad. I mean, come on...really? is it that big of a deal?


 If someone ever asks me how I feel about a football game, which I could care less about, I swear this is how I'm going to respond. I don't like football, ok? I just like to look over every once in a while and watch people getting killed or raped by the other team.
(comic credit going to "The Oatmeal" Again, a girls football team, faaaar more interesting. watches as the children of the village run in tackling each other. "we f***ing love football!" "arrrrgh!!" a small bow jumps atop the tackle pile. .....I can't wait until they're older....
goes back to watching a girl piggy back riding the kid with the football whilst tearing his hair out.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Blogging in general

blogging isn't a bad thing...its the people who "blog" like anyone cares. No one really does care  about their friend cindy being "such a bitch because she bought purple nail polish instead of blue" and shit....People eat it up because then they feel likek they can live someone elses life instead of their own pathetic ones. and bloggers think that their audiences care about them, so they keep dishing it out. It's an ongoing circle really. I just obviously had to point this out because it gets extremely annoying to here people saying  "omg, I like have to check this blog for a sec, yeah she's like awesome. She lists like every single color on earth, in Greek. idk why it's important it's just cool. ooooh look today's is orange!" Now if all those kinds of preppy girls made up a girls football team, *that* I would watch. Just because "omg I broke my nail" is far less entertaining than "OMG I BROKE MY LEGS!!!" just saying....Bloggers, please stop pretending like people care so much. I'm sure many deserve their fans, but most, (like our Greek coloring friend) do not. I mean, we all know you just started this because you were bored, wanted to feel  like people cared about your opinions or what happened in your life at some point when something big you could write about was going on. Now those who have specialty blogs fine. perfect. They are doing something worth while, book reviews, food reviews, heck I guess even are coloring book friend is at least consistent. Those are all quite interesting.  And readers, I know it's fun to surf the web and subscribe and become a dedicated fan to every blogger who says the words "Justin Beiber" but if you love everything these guys talk about so much, then why don't you walk outside and do it yourself. I don't know buy a Greek coloring set at wal-mart.

This is ironic because this "blog" thing is pretty much exactly what I'm ranting about

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Twitter and such.

Ok, so....I never liked twitter. And frankly I don't see the point of it, it seems much more complicated than facebook, and on facebook I don't have to feel bad for going 20 minutes without posting something. quite the opposite actually. But my favorite Author, Christopher Paolini (who apparently shared my opinions of twitter up until now) has gotten one, and he does post much there. So of course to follow him, I had to make a twitter account. -.=.-  I still hate it. So you know follow me on twitter and shit...@CarnaDrans
yeah, I kid...If you follow me you'll probably just realize how meaningless life is from my depressing updates and end up wanting to end everything. I haven't been in the best mood, ok?
  "Oh but why Carna!? how could yo ever be in such a down-in-the-dumps kind of dreary tone?" chant the children of the village. Well I'll tell you children, it's because of a sickness I've discovered. "Oh no! not like the measles or chicken pox is it?!?" "probably girl germs" they whisper. 
No, no, nothing like that; this is a disease that takes your heart. "*gasp*!!!" shout the children of the village. It's a nasty one. it's like a cold black snake of ash. It can drill itself into your heart in the amount of time it takes to type a few words. And when it does it quickly begins to expand, overlapping your heart in that diseased black expansion, until your heart just shatters to tiny little pieces. Like it's being stabbed and shredded over and over again! "O.O but...that would kill you!" cry the children of the  village, and I know I will be getting several calls from angry mothers tonight when this story is retold by the upset children. Ah! one would think so but you see, that black "snake", if you will, would begin to pick up each tiny fragment to put the heart back together. This can take an extremely long time as I'm sure you can imagine. And in the mean time your heart is replaced by this cynical, always logical, emotionless snake. The only emotions allowed are sad and depressed ones. Plus, without your heart in perfect working order, it can effect your mind, your life style, how you view everything. "momma did always say there aint no cure for a broken heart..." Well, unfortunately children of the village I have this sickness. Oh don't worry it's not contagious. But I'm afraid it can never be cured either. "But you said that eventually the snake feller would put back together all the pieces!" questions one child as the others nod their heads in agreement. Well, when something explodes, some times little pieces, or large pieces, can be taken away by other people. They don't know what they're doing by taking them, but they do. And it can be very hard to get those pieces back once they're taken. "But that's stealing!!" "yeah!" "we can just light them on fire, then they'll have to give it back." "or beat 'em up!" "yeah! yeah!" "ARRRRRRGH!!!!" battle cries ring from teh children of the village as they stampede after the heart-piece-thief. Their parents are going to kill me.
"Hey kids! wtf do you think you;re doing with that bat, get over here!"
Disclaimer: no child hearts were stabbed through, exploded, or corrupted in the making of this story.

Now what was this supposed to be about? oh, yeah twitter....umm...k bye!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Inheritance challenge!

'tis completed! yes, I read fast. three books, Eragon, Eldest, and Brisingr. all together 497+668+748 pages...yes I just grabbed the books to check \: let's see that is...*grabs calculator behind back*....1,913 pages of awesome!  with six days to spare....I should probably start working on my homework now...Again though! if you haven't read the books I promise you, you will never be complete until you do. Yes, I like the books alot, ok? looking forwad to the big book signing on the 8th! NYC here I come!

Halloween. The minutes.

Halloween. the minutes. (I didn't actually have any kind of time calculating device.)
5:30 PM: phone calling everyone known and unknown...sorry Hank from California, wrong number. oh, you have plans too?
5:40 PM:  has resigned self to handing out pretzels to toddlers all night.
5:53 PM: writes a status on facebook stating the above.
6:05 PM: decides to go out anyway and clads self in black clothes, cloak, and knives.
6:08 PM: gets lectured by overly protective parent for costume being "too realistic as a killer".
6:18 PM: meets up with old friend and continues to terrorize all bowls of candy left out on porches.
6:30 PM: finds a cash abundant wallet in the middle of the street. "DID ANYONE LOSE A WALLET!?!?!"
6:31 PM: a neighbor did in fact lose a wallet and awards us for being "such honest children"...pfft, of course, I would've turned it in anyway!...
6:50 PM: moves on to main street and see's how many people stare as they drive by...11 btw
7:00 PM: reaches top of extremely steep cul de sac to find out only one house is accepting trick or treaters and there is a coyote around.
7:09 PM: runs away like hell after thinking of how far in the woods we are with a coyote prowling.
7:11 PM: remembers I have several knives....and a knitting needle.
7:30 PM: make second rounds at each of the replenished candy bowls and empty them as best as possible.
7:40 PM: hefts extremely heavy pillowcase over shoulder and heads home.
8:00 PM: passes out the last few pretzel bags to the assorted zombie and werewolf costumed toddlers.
8:30 PM: congratulate a little girl at being the only one with an original costume. she was a wingless demon fairy cat.
8:40 PM: muddles through the endless sea of snicker bars. "they're good for your teeth!" there must've been a sale at Job Lot or something.

"That's life"

"Thats life". One of the most common statements we hear day to day. Is it life? What is considered life, exactly?
Is it pain? accomplishment? Love? or just some mistake that occurred giving us the privelage to do our day to day things until we drop dead. 
  Now to tackle the Idea of pain, or hurt. "That's life", it comes with hurt or pain. I suppose that also means it's to be expected. If it's expected though, then its more of an element *of* life then...not life itself, isn't it? Now, if we don't anticipate pain in our lives, if not living as if it is the very root of life, then by the worlds definition it is our own fault for the pain to cause us any grief or surprise what so ever. makes sense, doesn't it? no? hmmm perhaps then, it is really trust that gets us in the way of pain. we don't expect we trust that is the supposed problem with humanity. ah well, we may never know. What we do know is that in every aspect of the time our bodies are animated in what is called life( ! ) pain holds an ample part.
  Accomplishment! there's an idea. We become educated through out first (averaging) 25 years? then we find a career, we use the money from said career to pay for bills, a house, maybe a family. then if we're lucky we retire and then eventually die. Such a cheery picture. So what is accomplishment? is it accomplishment to carry out that life, or is there more to it?....I admit to being a strange, abnormal, person and think that there is. Our accomplishments may vary, may be your career, u may become the next millionaire through your real estate business or what not. You may write a best seller off the spare lunch hours you have on the company computer. Who knows! but if life is indeed the fact of accomplishment then should we not hold everything we have to it? should we even think of doing anything else with ourselves until the task we chose is completed? Something to think about....
  Love. Could this be the reason, and/or the very thing we call life? can we derrive everything we do from Love? It's very tempting to say yes. One could say that without his Love or passion for (fill in the blank) they couldn't accomplish( ! ) anything, nor could they feel pain of something they never Loved. All the points made above can be argued one way or another to comply. But do we trust  Love anymore? Does the world trust  Love, or does the world....expect it. Do we expect to eventually find it when we're in our 20s and have a nice job and are accomplishing things? If the answer is yes, then we can not say life is Love. It's just an expected element that is taken account for and used as it is to be expected of us. 
 So, the next time you say or hear "That's life" think about what it is you could be stating. I challenge the world to find a meaning to life or indeed what life itself is. Also, Is you ever have said "That's life" to someone, I dare you to go back to that person and state exactly what you think life is in that situation. Oh what fun since none will read this and I look so perfectly insane and cynical.
Oh but there is so much more to analyze. I could sit here and rant some more about everything and how meaningless it is. actually, I think I will.

Monday, September 12, 2011

"Salt water falls in a weeping sorrow that has not yet come to past,
And every moment left of it I try to make it last.
Tear ladden thoughts of what will be left behind,
Trying to keep away each one with sheer force of mind.
Woeful cries and empty words spewed into the clenching night.
And every fear of empty hearts brings a close to all light." -me

I can't keep this many thoughts ans terrible images. all these sad things. I end up crying more than not.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

roundabout chapter

not sure where to put this...yet.

“Noah, tell me a story this world is fond of…” Michael asked lazily as they sat around the campfire, looking at the stars. The others had fallen asleep hours ago and now only Michael and Noah remained awake.
“Have you ever heard of ‘The Golden Banner’, Michael?”
“…of course not.”
Noah sat up gruffly and cleared his throat before beginning.

“They say the stars are really lanterns of heavenly beings lighting up the night.
People that never grow old and wander the night skies endlessly, creating constellations and leading travelers with their endless lights. They would hunt nightmares, and defend dreams, striving to keep the night safe. These hunters were called “Estrelles” although are now more commonly known as Lantern, or, Star folk.
Once however, on a stormy night the wind howled, lightning flashed and thunder rang throughout the world, obstructing the sky from the ground. Above the clouds, few lanterns flickered on and off, while the others ran in their fluid way across what seemed to be the insubstantial space of the sky. Suddenly a gateway seemed to open in the clouds, and a pool of endless darkness swirled from it. A dark blank hole in the sky itself. Endlessly churning and inhaling all that was near. The only distinct part of the rift were two red beacons…the eyes of the monster. A screech pierced the air as it inhaled once more. Thousands on the “Estrelles” were pulled into the vortex and lost, their screams of agony and helplessness filling the air above. With each hunter or lantern bearer that was brought in by this creature another streak of lightning would flash across the sky, more loud and stronger than the last.-”
Noah let out a long belch as he sipped from his flagon again.
Michael leaning so intently towards the dwarf he nearly scorched his face in the fire.
“don’t stop now! What happens!!!!”
“oh be patient” Noah grumbled before continuing. 
“yes, well…-one lantern bearer in particular was watching all this with some concern. So far away was she from the rift that she was in no particular danger. Yet. You see this one “Estrelle” was long since gone from the rest. For her hair was so golden and bright that her lantern would reflect against it causing a light so dazzling and intense you could go blind from staring too long, this earned her the name of “The Golden Banner”. And so she now lay lonely beside the moon. Often in her withdrawl and lonliness she would shoot arrows of silver metal into the night sky, smaller beams of light and watch them arc towards the earth much to the amazement of the people who would see them. Thinking fast, she tried to shoot the creature, but her bow could not reach far enough to land a shot and only seemed to gather the attention of the void dweller. So, then her eyes fell upon the nearest object. The smooth, strong surface of the moon. With one swipe of a sword she carved a fragment off the moon, in the shape of a bow. This, would be the best chance she had. Meanwhile the void was growing stronger and bigger, even from where she stood the pulling force was enough to almost knock her off her feet. Aiming the crescent stone and pulling back the string with all her might she let loose a single arrow.
Landing straight between the eyes.
Howling in pain the monster bellowed and pushed but soon began to shrink, as if being sucked into its own vacuum, until disappearing completely.
She had saved  her entire race. A Hero. Unfortunately the other Estrelles were only angry with her for breaking the moon in the way she had. And as punishment was set to fix the broken pieces as best she could. To this day we see the moon being replenished to its proper form, but somehow the broken pieces wont fit just right and fall away from each other again, if not disappearing completely. And only the Light from the golden banner lets the moon shine.”

Noah finished his tale and looked towards Michael expectantly who simply sputtered,
“that’s awful! She saved their sorry hides and that’s what she gets! What the bloody f-”
“It’s only a story lad” said Noah calmly although he remembered his first reaction when hearing the story being quite similar.
“Not only that, it was awfully written! I can’t believe anyone can do so many run on thoughts and jumble them all up and expect anyone to understand it.” Michael said pointedly with a scowl on his face.
“Don’t blame me!” grumbled Noah.
“It’s her fault.”
“What’d I do!?”
“You’re the one writing this blasted story!”
“I’m barely (age)”
“that doesn’t mean you have to make our lives miserable because you cant write properly!”
“you cant even read!”
“since when!?”
“since I wrote you that way!"

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Damn you Irene.

upsides to hurricanes:
Awesome lightning and thunder
school delays
no power; therefore plenty of excuses to not be able to get certain things done

downsides to hurricanes:
lightning and thunder killing people, or trees....which fall and kill people and houses
school delays that have to be made up for in the summer
no power for nearly a week.
no power.
no power.

When hurricanes bypass the south (such as Florida and Georgia) and come all the way to New England something is wrong. Buy a generator, the Rapture is coming. Giant flying scorpions may or may not occur.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

"Blasphemy" by Douglas Preston

So i attempted to read "science-fiction". fail.
half the things they said i had no idea what they were talking about, which kind of brought down the experience of reading it.
the plot was...interesting. however, it made an annoying point against Christianity, as well as most of the Navajo tribes that still exist in the midwest; such as where the story takes place. They make Christians look like uncaring beasts. including the scene of the "Rev." tieing one of the scientists to a tree, and burning him. Shooting an innocent man because he would not accept God at gun point. and gathering thousands of "Christians" to lay seige on an entire mountain! wtf!?
Also the plot consists of these scientists supposedly creating a black hole and speaking with "God". turns out this God was just the leader of their group trying to establish a new religion, the religion being "science". Even after proclaiming at the end that the whole "God" part was a fake, the author enforces the spreading of this "religion". Anyways, it was a thoroughly confusing and offensive book. bravo! I'll go back to my regular fantasy novels now...

Monday, July 25, 2011

memory lane

Old memories stirred....tears fell....words were written.

"So I’ll stand in the snow, watching you go…
As my breath turns to frost, wondering what I’ve lost.
Don’t know why I’m just remembering; All the times you left me hurting,
My mind remembers so keenly, how it was for one to leave me
I can’t keep it in anymore, the memories flooding out the door
Careless, and
Hateful, I was…
And yet I’m haunted again…
Evermore hurt, 
Loathing a cut so curt…"

by far, one of the worst things I've written. couldn't write as smoothly as usual. the tenses and rhymes are kind of mixed. *sigh* truth be told, I'm glad it happened...or the present never would've occurred. 
But now....What's wrong with me?! why can't I do anything right? why am I so stupid!? I'll never be able to do anything right. I'm sorry....I'm so sorry....

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Where will you go?” Michael packed away his few things in a sack and heaved it onto his shoulder. William sat at the edge of the bed and watched him carefully.
“I’ll go to the woods, maybe camp there until I can figure out where I’ll stay.” 
“That’s crazy! You can’t survive out there! You don’t know a single thing about those woods!” Will protested.
“shhh! Keep you voice down! And if there is one thing I know about survival its that if I stay here-” Michael motioned to the room around him. 
“- I’ll be dead soon enough anyway.”  the orphanage that had been Michael’s home for eleven too many years, was horrible. Survival of the fittest ruled the floor and everyone who wasn’t big and idiotic enough to strike up a fight, was left to be trampled underfoot. Michael had been planning his escape for near two years now. And now, he was leaving for good. The only thing he would miss was Will.
“You sure you don’t want to come? You know that they’re going to come to you with questions.”
“and I’ll tell them the always correct answer of ‘I don’t know.’ which I really don’t, you haven’t told me anything!”
“That’s the point.” Michael mumbled under his breath. The clock sounded at one A.M. 
“Alright man, I need to get out of here.
“you know the woods is the first place they’ll look!” Will called after him.
“With luck, they’ll be as scared of it as I am.” Michael climbed out the window and onto the low deck that surrounded the upper floor of the house; He then continued to hang from the railing and use his arms to climb around the house, to where the hill top was closer to the roof. After some hesitation, Michael let himself fall and rolled across the yard. Wiping the grass stains off his pants, he stood up and walked towards the edge of the yard; entering the forest.
....let the games begin....

Monday, June 27, 2011

"3 way!"

Alright, this is just sad....I was walking down the street with a few friends. another girl, (names will not be included) and my bf....God I hate that term...anyway, we were walking downtown just laughing, when some random group of kids across the street yell "3 way!". Tell me that wouldn't piss you off. unfortunately, that's what's "cool" now. before you get all over me saying that it's just humor, I know that. But don't tell me it wouldn't annoy you. the fact that being with friends, having fun for crying out loud! is looked upon as a sexual joke, and is *yelled* across the town at people. c'mon, that's just sad. After them yelling "3 way" at us a few more times....yeah. we lost it. It was the wrong thing to do, but we all just kind of flipped them off walking by. As far as I'm concerned, they deserved alot more than that. But hey, they have their right to speech and joking around. However....People don't get it. that kind of thing is funny for a little while, but it pisses people off to. I'm sure they had a good laugh over it, heck, the first time when we were all just goofing around we just kind of let it blow over and laughed ourselves. but continuously, and brutally, it gets annoying. so, can anyone answer why this is funny? Why, exactly, must people make jokes like this to get attention? I'm sure there are plenty of things to tease about besides unrealistic sexual activity, when real people are involved. i admit i listen and laugh to those jokes too, but not like this...but hey! i know this is boring just reading me rant on! lol. then again, no one reads this anyway :/
this made me literally rofl...well, i fell off my bed anyway. lol

Monday, June 20, 2011


As noted by the heading I'm having problems with titles. As I've said before I am currently writing a book, and now comes the part of choosing a title. *sigh* any help or suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Not that anyone actually reads this, lol. but, whatever....The book includes: Dragons,War, Magic, Elves, Dwarfs, and who knows what else...I doubt that'll help with finding a title but I don't want to give too much away. l8rs!

Monday, June 13, 2011


quick something I wrote. Enjoy?

Soon, now I’ll be away.
Soon now, I'll follow the hidden paths to the land of forest beats
Soon now, I’ll see the trees, and feel the grass beneath my feet.
Soon now. I’ll long for the day that I’ll be free again….
Soon now, I’ll run the mountainsides, and swim the flowing streams.
Soon now, I’ll soar to the highest peaks.
Soon now, I'll be with the storms that i seek.
Soon now, I’ll meet the day that I’ll be finally free.
And now I hear the wind laughing through the branches,
And the clouds taunt, floating by,
The breezes part and the trees fly by
And Finally, I can spread my wings, and take to the beckoning skies….

Sunday, June 5, 2011

things that annoy me

a "small" list, shall we?

  1. When you see one of those key chain racks with names on them and not a single one is yours.
  2. When someone acts obvious in some way but when you ask them what's wrong they say, "nothing".
  3. When you have an awesome dream, and then wake up and completely forget it.
  4. When someone says they want to spend time with you and then completely ignore you.
  5. When people ask stupid questions and you have to struggle to not lose your temper.
  6. mom or dad: Do you understand?
    me: yes, ok.
    mom or dad: no! it's not ok!! *lecture begins again*
  7. When people are treated like shit in a joking way so you know you can't get mad at them.
  8. When you find something really cool on the internet and then can never find it again.
  9. When people complain that no one cares while you're sitting right there listening and trying to help.
  10. When you begin to feel like all you ever talk about is yourself.
  11. When you try to make conversation and the person just says "mhm".
  12. When your chainsaw mysteriously disappears.
  13. When no matter how many hints you give that one person just wont go away!!!
  14. Obnoxious zuchini's.

Friday, June 3, 2011

 I am taking part in a challenge to re-read the entire Inheritence cycle, by Christopher Paolini. if you have never heard of this, then you may have seen the movie "Eragon" which was based on the series. i suggest reading it immediately as they are some of the greatest books written (in my opinion). We will be re-reading Eragon, Eldest, and Brisinger, from Oct 18th - Nov 8th. when the 4th book comes out. Inheritence (the 4th book) is the conclusion to the series, and I know *I* look forward to it....
 I am including a link to the Blog that is issuing the challenge which has more details. I hope you'll try the books!


Thursday, May 19, 2011

Dreams and the like

"Each tear bears a name whether it be fear worry distress or anger; anger with myself for letting it get this far. fear that they'll be hurt even more. worry that it wont stop. Distress because i cant do anything about it. and now the tears bear no name for they are a countless many." -Sleepless Nights, by me.

Dreams. Nightmares. No, i haven't watched inception lately, bear with me.
is it possible to dream of something that could happen....yes. anyone can dream of wearing a blue sock, and I'm sure there is a chance that they will wear one at some point in their life. But, I'm talking about weird things. like, what if someone died in a dream? (more like a nightmare) is it possible that it will come true? dreams and nightmares have been cropping up a lot lately when it comes to problems. I find myself worrying more and more about them....but then i realized something. they're not real. they're are you. if there is some kind of dream where you die, or kill someone, or maybe even when you might be told something in them. your dreams cant tell you anything you don't already know, because they are / are created by, you. I have reached the conclusion that it is possible to dream of something that might happen, but only to a certain extent. especially when it's something like the examples I gave above.  to contradict my theory ( lol ) I am writing a short story called 115 (don't ask...)
It's the story of a nightmare. this information and book are copy righted, I will sue and prosecute any who try to take credit for my work, yada, yada, yada....

Thursday, May 12, 2011


the last post was kind of weird and semi-depressing, so i thought i would write something a little more humorous too.

  1. Go to Google search
  2. type in the search box: "Where is Chuck Norris?"
  3. click, I'm feeling lucky.
tell me you didn't laugh. XD


people tend to descriminate everyone and their actions by how old they are. when a little kid goes up to someone and gives them a hug it's "cute". if someone older than 7 did that it would be "gay". you see where I'm going with this? because of someone's *age* they are descriminated against....another topic is age difference. what are the limits on an age difference in a relationship? and why do people frown on it. If I was, 12 but mature for my age, and had a "boyfriend" (i hate that term) that was say...15. people would consider the relationship fake. they whisper, "it'll never last". therefore anything said between the "couple" wouldn't matter as much. If she said "I Love You" (no, not "like", Love.) would anyone, even him, take her seriously? instead they'd think, "she's too young to really understand it, but thats really *cute*" what the hell is wrong with our community and world?
It's true though. how many times have you looked at a little girl doing the exact same thing as an older person and thought differently. if a little kid came up to you and told you to vote for (fill in candidate here), you wouldn't take them seriously, would you? and yet, we all do this *every day*. I know no one sees these, but I'm hoping someone will agree.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Ludicrous Thinking

Adjective: So foolish, unreasonable, or out of place as to be amusing."
How many other people have a supposed problem with "ludicrous thinking"? Like when you're sitting in the shower and cath yourself daydreaming. Or when you realize that you only have five minutes to finish a test and you've been staring out the window the whole time. has this ever happened to you? no? only me then I guess. Ludicrous thinking is alot like dreaming, only it's so unbelievable (yet realistic) that you think of yourself as crazy. the wierdest part? the majority of people that are focused on this "ludicrous thinking" end up with it coming true! are you one of these people? here's another quote of the day: 

i dare you to use this on your next physics exam.
"A moron in motion will stay in motion, until acted upon by an outside ceiling."

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

quote #1

a quote to make y'all laugh, well, i hope you laugh at least. lolz so true.

"rock, paper, scissors.
i understand how scissors can beat paper,
and how rock can beat scissors, but there is
no freaking way
paper can beat rock. is paper supposed to
magically wrap itself around rock and
leave it im mobile? why the hell can't
paper do this to scissors? actually,
screw scissors,
why can't paper do this to people?
why aren't sheets of college-ruled notebook
paper constantly suffocating students
while they're taking notes in class? i'll tell you why:
because paper can''t beat anybody. a rock can
tear that crap up in two seconds. when i play rock,
paper, scissors, i always choose rock. then when somebody
claims to have beaten me, i'll punch them in the face with my
clenched fist and say, "oh, i'm sorry i thought your
paper would protect you."


I started writing years ago....I can never stop. Every day I try to write something; whether, it's a short story, or a poem. whatever. It helps to just let my feelings out in this way rather than have them sit around doing nothing in an old filing cabinet. no, im not going to just waste your time with that. I'll be posting updates about myself as well every once in a while.

Even a crow can sing a gentle song, and become attractive to the eye.
And what appears to be a meadowlark can become a gruesome magpie.
A Vulture in all its gruesome delight, from below can look beautiful in flight.
But people, however, are much the same. For one never knows when they’re playing a game.

It's not much but....yeah. it's a start, maybe it'll make you think. I know, I know, that would be horrible. I mean we have our handy little cell phones and the internet for that.