Five days have passed.
That’s not too much, is it?
*Sigh*
I remember the days where I update almost hourly. XD
Not anymore though.
Too busy these days.
I’ve been watching a lot of old Disney movies lately. :\
You name it, and I’ve probably watched it.
Mulan, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Alice in Wonderland, Snow White, Aristocats, etc…
I can’t help it.
I’ve just gotten addicted to them.
Best Disney song. Ever.
I used to hate songs in movies,
I mean, I always loved the old Disney movies,
But the songs just annoyed me.
But now…they’re my favourite part.
It’s just amazing.
Mulan is my ultimate favourite movie.
Story update time.
Sophie just finished the sixteenth chapter.
She hasn’t been writing for these past few weeks, because she’s just been burned out.
So she took a few days rest.
She’s exactly halfway through right now though (maybe a chapter more).
Anyways, Umm…I just wrote and posted a new story on Fanfiction?
It’s called Joined Hearts And Dominant Hungers.
I kind of like it.
Actually, I was really enthusiastic about it a month ago,
But now I’m only semi-interested in it.
Writing has tuckered me out lately.
Right now, I’m focussing on writing random short stories.
Not so much Fanfiction.
I’m beat.
Umm…quoi d’autre…
I forget what else I wanted to talk about.
Gorsh dammit.
This is so irritating.
Oh well.
Perhaps I’ll remember later.
It’s been a few days,
But here I am again.
This is going to be extremely short.
It’s just an update.
Okay, so life is boring.
I did a little video with Cristina on Wednesday (still hate that word)
For Graphic Design class.
I think I’ll put it here.
Though I didn’t like it, ’cause we were only allowed to use picture,
And I wanted to use video clips.
Okay, nevermind.
I tried to add it in,
And it didn’t work.
I’ll just put it on my YouTube channel instead.
Too bad you won’t be able to see it.
That was from CollegeHumor,
My new favourite channel on YouTube
They make me laugh so much.
It’s unbelievable.
Oh, and last on the agenda.
My friend Miranda drew me a drawing of Sophie’s character ‘Dryce’.
It’s perfect.
Exactly how we pictured him.
I know.
Eighteen days.
I’ve been gone for more than two weeks,
And I’m so sorry.
First and foremost, I haven’t even been on the internet in a week.
I’m at my dad’s house right now, and my mom took the only internet modem-thing (I’m not good with technical terms)
So I had to wait an entire week.
I’m so sorry…to anyone who cares.
I’m not really sure where to start.
I guess I’ll start with something…differently same.
I saw New Moon yesterday.
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want to see it,
But Sara and a bunch of my other friends asked me,
So I went.
And I have to say, I was severely disappointed.
Just like I thought I would be.
I know some of you would say,
“Oh no Lia, you’re only saying that because you CONVINCED yourself that it would suck.”
But no.
I walked into that theater with an open mind,
Ready to try to like the movie.
I spent the entire movie sitting there completely…
–What’s the word..?–
Annoyed.
There was literally almost nothing I liked.
I’m still disappointed.
But oh well.
I’ll get over it very shortly.
Like…in twenty more minutes.
I do ahve to admit that the effects were a lot better,
But then again, they had more money to work with this time.
I still say that–in my opinion–Twilight far outshone this movie.
Sorry New Moon fans.
I’m not one.
I think Twilight tops the chart still.
Sorry for breaking my promise of never talking about Twilight anymore,
But I had to state my opinion.
It was important to me.
Sophie’s on chapter 15 now,
That’s…just about the halfway mark.
Give or take.
I love it, but she does need to redo chapter 15 (which I told her)
Because it seems a little rushed.
Umm…what else…
Uhh…oh yes,
A new song I love.
It’s simply beautiful.
I’m in love with Trading Yesterday.
Their music is pure magic.
Notice how I have to bold every title of something?
Must be my OCD thingy.
I…think that’s it for today.
Not a huge comeback,
But…I’m honestly emotionally exhausted.
I’m not going to talk about it,
I’m just saying that I’ve been really stressed with life recently.
I literally had a meltdown twice in the past two weeks.
Sometimes, I feel like I just need to sleep.
Forever.
I wish I could live a dream.
Because reality is…disappointing.
I already knew this,
But that doesn’t stop me from complaining.
This blog was for me to…express my emotions,
But sometimes you need to keep things inside.
They’ll evaporate sooner or later.
It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?
I’ve missed writing on this blog,
But once again, for personal reasons, I was unable too.
I hope none of you hate me.
…Because that would be horrible.
First off, this is my favourite song right now.
I saw it in a SasukexSakura fanvid,
And I fell in love with it.
Do you love it too?
…Because it’s amazing.
For the story news,
Sophie is now on the eighth chapter!
Which is…two chapters from where the huge part begins,
Because this part was about learning about Dezla (the main character, Bella’s replacement)
And seeing her problem and how she gets close to her new friends.
And how she falls in love.
This is how the story starts.
But the REAL action starts soon.
This is basically a really short update.
To show you guys that I’m not dead yet,
‘Cause you probably thought I was.
So, I don’t have much else to say.
My life is boring?
I guess?
First and foremost,
I finished watching all of Death Note in two nights.
Best. Anime. Ever.
Besides Vampire Knight,
But whatever.
I do have to admit that I hated the ending though.
Because, when I watch things or read them, I get really into them,
And it felt like such a stab in the pride when I watched him being humiliated.
Because I did kind of like Light.
Second, Sophie finished the third chapter and is now working on the fourth.
It’s coming together slowly,
Mainly because this part of the story is rather uneventful.
Third, today I was looking through my old kid stuff.
And I found a few things that made me laugh.
First, I found a book of Happy Birthdays from my old kindergarten classmates.
In it were drawings from all my old friends.
While most people had drawn portraits of me, or cakes and flowers,
One kid drew a midget chopping off some guys head.
I still don’t know how this has to do with my birthday, but now I want to look this kid up.
I also found something that made a memory resurface.
I remembered the first time I learned the colours and how to make different colours.
I was so proud of myself.
I can just see my little self now, looking up at my parents and saying,
“Well…you get to stay up late. But I know how to make purple bitcheeesss. So..umm…fuck you.”
(Sorry for the crude language.)
Another thing,
I posted a new chapter to The Cobwebs Of His Imagination.
Link to my Fanfiction page is in the sidebar.
Click on it.
Scroll down.
Read story.
Review.
This Halloween has sucked for me.
I’ve been sick as a dog,
And I didn’t get to go Trick or Treating with Sara and the others.
Today and yesterday sucked for me.
But oh well.
I think that’s it?
I’m not sure, but most likely.
I’m back after a week.
There are reasons why I haven’t been blogging,
But once again, I don’t feel the need to disclose them.
It’s my silly little paranoia, privacy issues, plain and simple.
So…yeah.
Anyways, for the story.
Sophie’s finished all the plot idea now,
Along with the prologue, first chapter, and second chapter.
I’m extremely pleased with it.
And almost all her characters have made their appearances
(Or at least, the very important ones.)
The others will be featured later on.
On to a darker note.
One of my favourite books–Wings–is being turned into a movie. How is this dark?- You may ask.
Nothing…except for the fact that Miley Cyrus is playing the lead character. That, my friends, is the problem.
Okay, I don’t per say hate Miss Cyrus.
I just don’t think she fits the book in any way, shape, or form.
Seriously.
No words to describe my pissed-off-ness.
(That’s my new word)
Not only am I angry that Disney got their clutches on Wings (already makes it seem slightly childish.)
But…Miley Cyrus?
Please.
No thanks.
Why does this world thrive on destroying everything I like?
Ugh.
Another note,
I watched Naruto the other day,
And I came across this episode,
Which made me laugh buckets.
By the way, I posted a new, short one-shot on Fanfiction.
Link in the side bar-thing.
If your interested?
It’s about Artemis Fowl.
It was a little half-assed,
But I liked it.
Dumm…dummm….dummm…uhhh…
I think that’s all?
Probably?
I just had chicken for supper,
So I’m pretty happy about that.
Byeee!
I have a bit to talk about today.
The first starting with… Twilight.
I know,
I never talk about Twilight anymore,
But this blog,
Might show you why.
I’m not that into Twilight anymore.
I’m not all “jumps at every mention of the name Edward” anymore.
While I still do adore the books and love them with all my heart,
The movies…the publicity…the new fans…
They’ve all killed it for me.
I can’t watch the trailers of New Moon.
They make me sick.
They’ve ruined it, and I’m sure of it now.
I’m definitely not going to see the other movies.
I might buy the movies,
But I’m really doubting it.
For sure I’m not going to see them in theaters though.
And, if anything, I might only even buy Breaking Dawn (if it ever comes out).
Because, people have destroyed Twilight for me.
It no longer seems special, or important.
Now…when you hear people talk of Twilight,
You think of those rabid, braindead, mega fans obsessed with Edward,
And those are the fans who only became fans after the movie.
They kenw nothing of it before.
And that really bites.
I’m literally embarrassed to call myself a Twilight fan.
People immdiately think all I ever want to talk about is Twilight.
And I do know people like that.
Like, this one girl never shuts up about it.
To think I used to be like that!
It’s no longer someone to be proud of saying.
Now it’s just disgusting.
Like I said before,
I don’t hateTwilight.
But…the merchandise and publicity and movies…
That’s what I hate.
That stuff.
After the birth of the first movie, Twilight has died to me.
New Moon, to say the least, looks terrible.
I hate it when people change the movie so much from the books.
And that’s what they’re doing.
I’m disgusted.
That’s half of the reason I refuse to see the movie.
Well, that’s that.
The last I might ever speak of Twilight.
For now,
Onto Sophie’s story.
Okay, so right now, she has about 3/4 of the plot written out.
And, I have to say, I love it.
I’m in love with it.
It makes my version look terrible.
But, then again, my version is a lot different.
Anyways, I guess that’s it for today.
I won’t be blogging for a bit, just to warn you in advance.
Byee!
Big news!
Well…it’s not necessarily huge news.
But it is to me!
It’s kind of exciting,
And I really wanted to tell you guys.
A few days ago,
My friend Sophie asked me if she could turn The Core Of Fear into an original novel.
Since I’m much too lazy to do it myself,
I immediately said “Yes”.
So, as of now, Sophie is in the midsts of planning out the characters and full plot of the new story.
It’s very different from the one I wrote,
Though it does include the creatures.
I help her with creative ideas when she gets stuck, as well as Sara.
I’m really excited about this!
Because, to be honest,
I think I’m not cut out to be a “professional author”.
I lack the motivation and creativity.
But I think Sophie could do it.
She was originally just going to do it to complete her Personal Project (which is something we have to do in grade 11, but honestly, it takes years to publish a book.)
But I talked her into doing it seriously.
So, don’t be surprised to see this in stores in a few years.
I’ll keep you guys posted about the story.
So far, my favourite character would have to be Dryce.
But you’ll find out about him later…
I recently started and finished a depressing little two-shot.
It’s about Itazura Na Kiss,
And I have to say, I cried writing it.
I’ve never written character death before,
And I’ve never written suicide either.
The level of angst in it,
Is almost overbearing on me.
I was in such a Victoria mood while writing it.
Here it is:
Here I am (to show you guys that I haven’t died yet),
Sorry it’s been awhile.
Lots of stuff has happened over the past week and a bit,
(Though not all I’m willing up to sharing).
(That was a semi-line from The Goblet Of Fire,
When Rita Skeeter said, “Who’s feeling up to sharing? …We’ll start with the youngest. Lovely.”)
…I’m such a sap.
For my writing,
I’ve been missing from the Fanfiction community for a tiny bit,
But don’t worry,
I have a new one-shot almost finished (I’ll give a sneak peek at the bottom of this blog),
A chapter from The Cobwebs Of His Imagination,
And about one-third of the second chapter of Change Of Heart,
Plus an all new story in the works.
I’m writing myself into an early grave, all for you guys.
Sorry about my lack of continuing stories though.
I’m terrible with that sort of thing.
Writing ADD.
Plus just normal ADD.
Lately, I’ve started watching two new animes,
The first being Itazura Na Kiss,
Which turned out to be absolutely brilliant.
But a question came to me.
Why is it, in almost every anime or manga I read/watch,
The heroine has to be an air-headed, yet somehow clever girl?
Why can’t she ever be at least slightly intelligent?
(I know it does happen, but to be honest, I haven’t seen it yet.)
The other anime,
Is called Love Get Chu.
It’s a bit awkward at times, and seems to always border on “sexuality”,
But it’s got a strong plot idea,
And the characters hold together really well.
It’s alright for an anime.
Not the best, but definitely not the worst.
It caught my attention either way.
…Umm…what else did I want to talk about?
Uhh…oh yes.
Brianna was supposed to come over today. >.>
She said she could and everything,
Though forgetful me, I didn’t remember to tell her when to come over,
But she never called me or msn-ed me to tell me she couldn’t come.
So…I don’t know.
And I never call people.
I have extreme issues with the phone.
It’s an OCD thing.
Today, my boss told me I relate to patients well. I work in a mental health position. I am still not sure this was a compliment. MLIA
That’s a kind of humourous post I found today.
I’ve been surfing MLIA every day since I discovered it,
And I have yet to be disappointed.
I might try to post a story if anything in my life seems funny enough.
But I doubt it.
I’m not that lucky (to get my post chosen).
So, to end this post,
Here’s an exert from the newest chapter of The Cobwebs Of His Imagination.
(I was going to put an exert from my newest one-shot, but, I looked it over, and it’s too short and cute to give away before I post it.)
Carlisle and Esme deserved so much more than just him for a song. They were worthy of nothing short of a perfect son, someone confident and courteous, someone who they could depend on, and not worry about his mental state. They deserved a son who could interact with the others, someone who actually could find it in himself to empathize with this movie. But instead, they got Edward. They got the curse, instead of the blessing they deserved.
He had to force himself to look away from the screen, swallowing back the bile. Tears prickled at the backs of his eyes, but for a very different reason than empathy. He felt nothing short of utter hatred. For himself, for the others, for this movie, and for the sincere, gentle Bella Swan.
He hadn’t seen her since the restaurant incident. Though this bothered him, he tried to push it out of his mind. Had she skipped the rest of the day in order to avoid seeing him? Had something happened to her once he’d left? He could only imagine. She was so fragile, so helpless. He shuddered as the countless images entered his brain. If anything had happened to her…
He wouldn’t ever forgive himself.
He was a mess of confusion and denial. He hated her with all he had, yet at the same time…he didn’t. His mind was full of hectic, frazzled thoughts and emotions. The room around him had dimmed dramatically into a startling shade of sangria, frightening him. Their eyes. Eyes of ruby, and blood, and every other shade of red he could possibly imagine.
It’s me again.
Sorry it’s been a few days.
But, on the bright side, I do have a bit to talk about.
So here goes nothing.
First on the list: Pocky.
I. Finally. Found. Pocky.
I was ecstatic, because I’ve been looking everywhere for it,
And I finally found it on Wednesday.
It was amazing.
Even Sara liked it.
Second thing,
October 1st was Sara’s birthday (Happy birthday my amazing friend!)
So, yesterday, me, her, Shannon, Neil, Kayla, and Catherine,
All went downtown to celebrate her birthday.
We left at around 6, to go to a restaurant called…well, wouldn’t you like to know.
I can’t tell you the restaurant name,
Because then it’s obvious where I live.
Anyways, we had an amazing time.
I also bought a Japanese-English dictionary when we went to a bookstore.
There were very funny moments,
But I don’t feel like getting into that.
Next item on the list.
MLIA.
Best. Site. Ever. Besides. Fanfiction.
I literally spent four hours reading all the things.
It’s like FML…but soooo much cooler.
The other day my class asked our latin teacher what makes him the teacher and us the students. He responded with “Well you see kids…my chair spins and your’s does not.” I have never had so much faith in our education system. MLIA
Today, I was pulled over for speeding. I tried flirting with the officer to get him to lower my ticket. If I was a girl, I think this would have worked much better. MLIA
Yesterday, I learned that my friend’s initials spell RAWR. Not only am I convinced that he’s secretly a dinosaur, but I have never been more jealous in my life. MLIA.
So, in conclusion,
MLIA, is the best site for this site of thing.
Better than FML,
And better than Texts From Last Night.
‘Nuff said.
Onto the next item.
Facebook Pirate Language.
I’ve never been more immersed in Facebook,
Than when I set my language to “Pirate”.
This was around the same time I was on MLIA,
So, that was my best night of forever.
This is the best new Paramore song.
I’m kind of obsessed with it.
A lot.
Oh,
Also,
If you care to know,
I wrote two new one-shots, and updated The Cobwebs Of His Imagination,
On my Fanfiction.
Link is here:
And, lastly,
I recently wrote a weird, rant-thing.
Well…it’s not really a rant.
It’s kind of odd though.
I was cold and tired when I wrote this,
And kind of in a daze.
I’ve never been more confused by myself.
Anyways, here it is,
My intermost feelings (or at least, some) in words.
It’s All About Control
Life is complicated. It’s the truth—the only one we know for certain. And whether it be good or bad, nothing is easy. Nothing turns out as we expected, and not many people expect it to. We like to make drama. It’s our God complex; the one thing we love to have control over. We can twist and change certain situations. It amuses us; it depresses us; it brings us to the very highest peaks we can reach, then drops us down.
We all say we wish for simplicity, yet we strive to make our lives harder. Us—humans—… we’re such liars. We don’t have morals. We don’t have inhibitions. They are simply figments of our minds, the things we think we can control. It’s all about control, and it always has been. That’s all that matters to our puny, shrivelled, beating hearts. Morals do not exist.
And neither do we.
It would be all too simple to live an easy life. If we all tried. But, then again, when has easy ever been easy? Once again, it’s all about control. That tiny part of us that longs to play God. In every opportunity, we make a decision. In every decision—or nearly all—we practice our control. But does it matter? Do we simply have to be in control of everything we do?
Sometimes.
There is a fine line, between right and wrong. Sometimes things play with that line, spinning it to suit its desires. We all have our own warped versions of reality, just like we all have our own versions of ethics. What might be right for you, may not be right for some. Do we know of these principalities, or do we simply follow our hearts?
Our hearts do not possess thoughts. Our hearts are blind, as is love. As is life. The road we travel on is one we have never quite seen up close. There are no bumps in the road that we continuously trip over, except the ones that we accidently go over or the ones we purposely drive through. How do we know where we’ll end up, when we have no idea how we’re getting there to start with? Some questions cannot be answered with just one response.
We are all deep. In thoughts and our actions. We can be shallow though, and we can be vain. There is a small conscience in all of us, though not all of our consciences are the exact same. Whether we choose to listen to those consciences is our own decision. Control comes back. Time and time again, we try to change the situations, to suit our own pleasures.
Humans aren’t pretty. Humans can be scum. Humans aren’t all we think of ourselves to be. Not even the most beautiful and sweetest human is as pure as we’d all like to think. Do we show this in our words and actions, or do we simply keep it locked away, hidden from our sights? No two people are alike. We change. We take control. If we could stay the same, would we even choose to be?
Life isn’t safe. Life isn’t pretty. Sometimes, there are things we can’t control. And this kills us. Because, whether we choose to admit it or not, we all relish in control. We feel safer knowing we are in complete control of the situations. We have fears, because there are things we cannot control. We have fears, because there are certain things we don’t want to control, and sometimes that frightens us. Our fears may be petty, but they may also be grave.
Confrontation excites us as much as it bothers us. Irritation once again comes with a waver in control. Ripples in the currents we tried to keep safe. Tremors in the grounds we tried to keep stable. Cracks in the glass we tried to peer through. This is what we reject at first sight. It slowly sinks in though, no matter how hard we try to push it away. A shaking hand scribbling across a blank page.
Sometimes our control on things is overwhelming. It’s too much for one person to cope with. We are not Atlas. We cannot carry the world on our shoulders. We do not possess the strength, nor the will. As much as some of us would like to take on the world, there is a breaking point for all of us. A point where it becomes much too unbearable to handle. We take out our frustrations on others, trying to take even more control…or lose it. It’s all about domination.
Love is tricky. Love is a fickle thing. We cannot please everyone, no matter if we want to or not. But…in such days and age, love is all but a myth. There are reasons the elders doubt the children of the world. There is no maturity in irrationality, though sometimes absurdity is all we have. Once again, things become complicated. We take control. We lose control. We try to escape.
There is no escape.
Options matter not. Death is not an option. Stress cannot rejuvenate our minds, nor our hearts. Then why do we revel in it? Why do we find absolute delight in causing others to feel the burn that we ourselves have felt countless times? Stress is something that can or cannot be controlled. Will we ever know for sure though? Will we ever fully comprehend the meaning of the word enough?
No.
Excuses are unacceptable. There is no excuse for anything. They are our alibis, and whether or not they exist is another matter altogether. We constantly tempt fate. We switch moods as easily as switching songs. Moods are the soundtracks of our lives. We are not one person, but hundreds, screeching and pulling, trying to become one. It can be violent. It can be messy. It never prevails.
Are we ever truly happy? Satisfied with the way things are? Are we, or are we simply trying to convince ourselves? We constantly switch our paths, without us ever any the wiser. There is no originality, as we were never the same to begin with. We cannot strive for something we already have. Do we feel the need to continue on as if nothing has happened, or can things be changed once again?
Control comes back.
The End
And, I guess that’s it for today.
I’ll update soon.
Bye guys!
