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!"
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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!

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.

8

"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.

"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 up...so many thoughts ans terrible images. all these sad things. I end up crying more than not.

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!"

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.
...NO F***ING 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.