Let's just call it The Experiment for now

I got inspiration from the movie Limitless (I watched it for the first time today).  Tell me what you think.

Desperate.  Quite desperate.  I’ve never know such desperation such as this.  I’ve got to get out of here.  Chuck some clothes into a bag and split.  It’s too dangerous.  Things have made this too dangerous.  I’ve made this too dangerous.  I need to get out.  I need to get gone.

Compassion

My college is on the path to compassion...

http://vimeo.com/21503391
(if it asks for a password put in:  advent)

Let the world know that Martin Methodist College is on the path to compassion.

Taking a Step Back

I decided to take a step back and make an outline of my novel.  It's a very rough outline, but I have finally planned out the book.  I have a plot, which I had worried it didn't, and I am building upon the skeletal structure.

I've read this book called Your First Novel by Ann Rittenberg and Laura Whitcomb.  It has helped me so much with several fears I've had.

Progess has been made, and I finally can feel like I am getting somewhere.  This story I have created will be amazing.  And, no matter if it does get publish (I will definitely put tons of effort to get it published believe me), it will certainly be a story worth telling.

If you are wanting to write your first novel or need some guidance, I have found some wonderful advice/knowledge/support in just one book.  They have helped me relax and enjoy the ride in writing the story.

I haven't finished yet.  I'm only on just a skeletal outline.  An outline I never considered to use.  I always thought that tactic was a step you could skip.

Well, I was wrong.

Outlines are your friends.  They keep you on track and have the objective of the story right in front of you.  I set the story in front of me, and now, it cannot be changed...or forgotten.

I tend to do that a lot.

The next step...outlining each chapter.  The first needs a little introduction that has my narrator/main character looking back to the beginning.  It's harder than it sounds because you have to make it believeable.  That's the hard part.

James Patterson can do it.  Perry Moore can do it.  Rick Riordan can do it.  Stephenie Meyer can do it.

With the right words I think I can climb over this bump in the road.  I say bump because there are larger hills and mountains down the way.

Right now, I just have to get over this bump.

I can't wait.  :)


Silent Bones

An Idea

I wrote this over the weekend.  I'm probably going to write a new one, but I thought it was cool how many song titles can be used in everyday conversations...this however is an exaggeration (obviously).  Between each song title is five or less words that do not make a song title.  It is meant to be funny, in a way.  An experiment if you will...


“Back to December” of “1985”





“Let It Be” because it doesn’t “Breakeven”.

“When You Look Me in the Eyes” “I Can’t Stop Loving You”.

I “Can’t Help Falling in Love”.

You were my “Teenage Dream”.


But, “This Afternoon”, I was “Paranoid”.


“I Gotta Feeling” this was the “Last Time Around”, “The End” of “World War III”.

You said, “Hey There Delilah”.


“What the Hell”?

“That’s Not My Name”!

You said, “Who Do You Love”?

“What’s Love Got to Do with It”?

You say “Heartless” is “Who I Am”, and I “Love the Way You Lie”.


But, you are just an “Olive and an Arrow”.

I should have called “S. O. S.” the “First Time” I screamed “Help!”


So, “Forget You” “Big Boss Man”.

“Hit the Road, Jack”.

“Good Riddance”.


I “Won’t Get Fooled Again”.


Instead, “I’ll Run to You”, “Johnny B. Goode”.

Down the “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” “You Found Me” with “Teardrops on My Guitar”.


“Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head” until I saw you.

You knew “How to Save a Life”, to make things “Much Better”.

I knew how to “Crush”, how to feel that “Burning Love” in my heart.

“1234”

I was “Over You”, “Tyrant”.

“Hey Baby”.


I saw a “Firework”.

“Don’t Speak”. Just “Hold On”.


He took me “Dancing in the Moonlight”.


It was a “Welcome to Paradise”. I didn’t feel like an “American Idiot”.

A permanent “Holiday” from old “Whatsername”. What a “Wonderful World” this could be!


“Cupid” hit me with the “Lovebug”, and I was hooked.


You didn’t say, “Let’s Go Get Stoned” or treat me like one of those “California Girls”.


“Why Can’t I” just “Breathe”?

I looked up to a “Smile”.

“If Today Was Your Last Day”…


“You Belong With Me”, he said.


“When I Come Around”…


I’ll be “With You”. “She Is” “Beautiful”.

“Naturally”. I knew I would “Be Ok”.

He pointed in the distance, “Here Comes the Sun”.

“Hey, Good Lookin’”.

“21 Guns” shot through me.

But, I put on a “Poker Face” and said, “Hey Jude”.

Who’s the “Cotton Eyed Joe”? I bet he “Gives You Hell”.


I’m her “Working Class Hero”. Let’s go “Before He Cheats” again.

“What About Now”? You think you’re a “Real Good Looking Boy”?

I said, “What Did I Do to Your Heart”? I “Busted” you in “Memphis” and in “Sweet Home Alabama”. “Heaven Forbid” you go without being “Hot N Cold”. Calling “634-5789” for a good time.

“Don’t Charge Me for the Crime”!


Why not? “Can I Get a Witness”? You make me have “Suspicious Minds” and give me a “Love Lockdown”.


“I Want to Hold Your Hand”.


I’m going back to “The House That Built Me”.


With someone who loves you “Just the Way You Are”, my love said.


But, I’m “Fallin’ For You”. I “Gotta Be Somebody” to you. “Just Friends”?


It’s too late to “Apologize”. You’re the rash of “Poison Ivy”. “Wake Me Up When September Ends” and see how I feel.


He shook around with no “Mercy”.

“My Life Would Suck Without You”!


“What Goes Around Comes Around”, “Crazy”, my love said. We’re going “Home” “Tonight”.

You’re “Over My Head”, and I won’t “Never Say Never”.

His face was “Burnin’ Up”, but he left, mumbling “I Gotta Woman”.


He pulled me away. “Tonight (I’m Lovin’ You)”.

I smiled. “Goodbye, Apathy”. “Hello Beautiful”.


A “Love Song” brought to life “In the End”.

 
**"Never Say Never" is a Fray song.  I may address this in another post about multiple songs with the same titles.

Easy Classes

Today, one of my classes did course evaluations.

The teacher hands out a form for students to fill in, evaluating the performance of the teacher for future employment.

Well, I loved this teacher.  Her class was very easy...as long as you read the chapters before the test.

Some of my classmates did not share this opinion.  And, I believe they unfairly evaluated her.  Most likely my classmates ignored the reading, didn't pay attention to her lectures, received bad grades on the test, but blamed her for their stupidity.

Yes, stupidity.

Her tests are multiple choice.  Easy multiple choice, too.  So, there seriously is no excuse for not having a good grade on her tests.

The lecture is an abbrevated discussion of the chapter itself, and prior to the lecture, we watch a video on the chapter.

The key to passing her easy tests?  READ THE BOOK!!  Open the textbook and read the chapter.  Geez.  It's that simple.  Really it is.

They are stuck in a high school midset that can't and won't work for college.

Wake Up, People!  College is College, not High School!  Easy classes are hard to come by, so when they are thrown to you on a silver platter, take the classes with joy.  They are a breath of fresh air from the harder college classes.

Think people.  Come on.

Silent Bones

Letter to My Wildest Dreams

Dear my dreams,

You are such curious things.

Always leaving me wondering what you mean.

You show me the strange, horrifying, comforting, and refreshing.

Even some that are caressing or depressing.

But, the message is never quite crystal clear.

The truth, I think, we both seem to fear.

A clue perhaps. A meager hint.

Something other than the images you present.

I stumble, fall, or freeze in scream.

Please tell me, tell me, my troubling little dreams.

You put me out and leave me to dry.

The little I get only makes me cry.

My little dreams, I only ask for a glimpse of the picture.

For that glimpse will make my mind all the richer.

I toss and turn but to no avail.

And, now, I must be off, so I'll say farewell.

You've made your point, so I'll just try to hang on.

Because you take me on a ride a mile long.

I'll lay down my head and try to convince you.

But, you'll send me on another adventure, twice as wild as the last two.

For as I lay down, you rise with the moon.

Good-Night and Farwell, I'll see you soon.

From,

The Dreamer

Free Writing

One of these days, I'll set me free.

I will go to the heavens where the stars shine.

I will break my chains and flee the prison line.

I won't care about status quos or people's thoughts.

I'll live to the fullest, every day an evil plot.

I will climb a mountain 50 stories high.

I will fight evil with my love at my side.

But, one day, when I'm ready, the Lord will call to me.

One of these days, I'll set me free.

I'm Still a Weird Kid

I think it's college. Seriously.

Earlier, I was playing Poke'mon Black on my Nintendo DS while watching Comedy Central's Dave Chappelle.

Sometimes I wonder how I got to where I am with all this crazy stuff.

In this coming week alone, I have an American Literature paper due, a Biology project due, a golf tournament at the end of the week, and two stories for my campus newspaper due at some point in the week.

Just thinking about makes me want to flip on my silver DS and kill some creatures.

But, I won't.

I got to get to sleep at a somewhat reasonable hour.

I love Comedy Central's stand-up acts. They are hilarious. Especially, when you're tired. Because everything is twenty times funnier. And, it's one of my favorite re-runs.

I could be watching the news or doing something to enhance my knowledge, but sometimes you just got to be a weird kid to get through the day.

I draw bunny cartoons, I write poems and stories, but on days like this, nothing is better than following a predesigned storyline with bright colored creatures that obey your commands.

Love it.

Silent Bones

What do you do that makes you still a weird kid?

Raise Your Glass to an Ode to St. Patrick

"Another Round! Another Round!" Heard from the pub downtown.

"Here, Here! Here, Here!" Throw down more beer.

Clank, Clank! Clap, Clap! Forget about "on tap."

"More beer! More beer!" Even the leps will cheer.

Dusk comes around, but still you hear, "Another Round! Another Round! Here, Here! Here, Here!"

Happy St. Patrick's Day to the Irish and all Irish heritage!!!!

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Lights Out with No Good-Night

Anything can happen in a flash.

In a flash, a vibrant home becomes a hollow tomb.

In a flash, a lively family becomes three distant strangers.

In a flash, a happy man is on the ground surrounded by a pool of crimson blood.

In a flash, a loving dog is stuffed in the mailbox, fur and skin bursting out of the cracks.

In a flash, an adoring wife and mother falls to her knees, crying over the body impaled in a van.

In a flash, an obedient daughter slides her knife a little deeper, never letting the scar close.

In a flash, an unnoticed son can crack.

Screams at the top of his lungs. Jumps in the seat. Ignores the brake.

Police cars come, speed lightning fast. But, to no avail.

For the life has passed.

And, it all happened.

In a flash.

-log

Why is it called a blog? Why not a wlog? Vlog means video blog, so why can't wlog mean writer's log?

I am a writer after all, and this site is my log of writings.

So, why blog?

What does the "b" stand for? Brain?

Brain log. That's interesting.

What do you think about "blog"?

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Happy Pi Day!

(And, yes I did look up pi for the decimals)

Will pi ever end? Like pie, I highly doubt it. Pie is awesome (and I wish I had some right now). Today, mathmaticians should be partying, having pie, celebrating the greatness of pie...er...pi.

Celebration. That is the theme of this month. For me at least. Pi Day, Ides of March--Caesar's death (Brittany's birthday :P, President Andrew Jackson's birthday, Bret Michaels' birthday), St. Patrick's Day (family birthday), the Offical Last Day of Winter (March 19th which--you guessed it--another birthday, my best friend's), March 20th (golf teammate's birthday), March 24th (my fabulous roommate's birthday).

Maybe March should just be know as the party month. I know more celebration-worthy events happening in March than any other month.

It's crazy.

No, really. It is.

So, what is happening or what happened to you in the month of March?

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Four-leaf clover if you couldn't guess. I'm not very artistic with computer signs. :P <--See.

Quite Natural

I pride myself as the wall. Blending in with only a look or two.

I pride myself being the background, unnoticed. Working behind closed doors casting a shapeless shadow on the floor.

My voice a whisper fading into the wind. Two words spoken but seem only an imagination.

I stroll by, not in a rushed pace but brisk. Maybe too fast for you, that's just your loss.

Never will I be the focus of a spotlight unless forced to. I will shy away because the attention scares me so.

However, I pride myself being fluent in a language so delicate. Many dialects but I am fairly fluent in only two.

With praise, I flourish the aspects of some. With covert operations, I hide my malice over others.

Names are names, but what name can be given a person? What name can fully describe the person?

None! None can! And, for that reason is the language given. For the master to weave a person from this name or name a person from the language.

'Tis not as simple, as easy as we make it to be. 'Tis why we familiarize ourselves with others. A stranger or two.

But, some are hard. They see only flaws and image. They are distasteful, crude, air headed, evil.

They are all like that, too. And, they get nowhere. Fall on their faces, beg for lowly jobs. Or at least they will. It's their future.

It's these I pride myself for. These faceless monstrosities. All the same, so I must give them a face. Perhaps even spare them a name.

I have to study them, watch them move. An aspect or two maybe of interest but that's it. Add the "highlights" and done.

A story that cherishes the person, idolizes. So annoying.

Give me death! Give me heroic adventure! That I will spotlight for! That I will shine for!

But, I must take my pride and wait. It's not quite yet. I another time or two before I'm set.

I will take my pride and bloom beautiful flowers. Death will come to them, but they never last long do they?

An orchard yearns to be born. One that lasts forever. And, I feel the anxiety that can't wait.

The time is not yet ripe. I must take my pride, the language to paint a fair portrait or two.

I must pride myself as I become the breath of the wind. Caressing, blissful but silent to the truth.

We are a little Crazy...but we don't care

The beginning of my second semester of freshman year has been tiring, fast. I just hadn't realized that mid-February is already here, and I have SO much to do. Golf practice I seriously need, papers that need written, newspaper stories to start, and oh, mid-terms are coming up.

Can I hit pause? Just for an hour or two?

Yeah, reality has smacked me in the face. Hard. And, a little wet.

So, I have taken up poetry lately. Just whatever hits me with a hard passion. It's my outlet...well for now. I can't work on my novel in the middle of madness. Most of it is dark poetry which kind of scares me on one hand, but then again, it comes easy that way. Oh, Mr. Poe...

One of my poems (that I haven't posted yet) really freaked me out. It depicted a girl having a tragic Valentine's Day. The narrator watches her crying as she throws her Valentine card into a river. I leave the ending open because at first I didn't know how to end it. So, I put it down and continued working on an outline for class. About ten minutes later (maybe more I don't remember), I get a text from my fourth roommate telling me her boyfriend broke up with her. I open my door at the same time my other two friends are coming down the hall. I think you can guess where this goes. I showed them the poem later, and they think I'm a fortune teller or something.

The four of us just cannot go anywhere without each other. We are all on the same floor and only a few doors down. They are the best people ever, and I don't know why it took this long for us to find each other. We are quirky. We are strange, but we don't really care. We are just ourselves.

I've been told before that the friends you make in college will last a lifetime. (I think this applies to my friends from Manchester, too.) And, we definitely will stick together in college. The future still remains a mystery. I can tell you though it will be crazy.

Washed Away

You're a drifter. Drifting along in the sea of your unconsciousness. You only see the surface, to afraid to delve into deeper waters. The truth lies as a unknown creature. Perhaps friendly, perhaps death.

So, you just float. No inner tube. No noodles. Just lay floating. Face up to the world. Bare back to the chilling touch of the waters.

Be careful of depth perception. Don't let the unknown drag you under. Don't let your unconscious consume you. It is a tricky thing. The temptations. The wonderment.

But, it's all for a trap. A trap you can't escape. Lost and confused. What is real? What is...a dream? Left screaming for the surface. Only glimpses come. The watery reflection. Distorted.

You can't quite break through. The creatures tease and taunt you. Mock you. All you can do is take it. You're trapped. Crying in the cage they lock you in.

Gone. Gone forever and a day. No one can reach you. The strong seem to approach you, but even they can't release you. They can't hear your cries. Your screams. A film that mutes your voice. Deafens your ears. Clouds your eyes. Only the cruel laughter.

It drags you down. Further and further. No longer can you see the faint rays. Pitch black. Cold. Glowing eyes surround you. The cage is closing in. Smaller and smaller. Hunger all around.

Growls escape their lips. Impatience. Die they say. Let us consume you. Let us destroy you. How can you refuse? You can go no where. Safety is long gone. Far away. You want to resist. But, you know it is to no avail.

They crouch closer, feeling you give in. The cage bends, creaks, stabs into your skin. Oozing blood pours out. They go after your head. One last agonizing cry slips through, and they pour in.

An ice cold splash of water smacks you in the face. A wave. The ocean. The sun beats down on you as you float on your back. The sea beneath you. A dream. Perhaps. But, the tingling sensation tickles your back. And, you swear you heard laughter.

Not today. It's not time today. They tempt you more, but they know it's not today. Because your a drifter. Afraid of the deeper waters. Always have your back to the sea. For now you say. Your day will come. Tomorrow maybe. The day after, sure. But, not today. Not today.

Readers' Gossip on the Web

Okay, so I am sitting in my dorm room bored. I decide to search Stephenie Meyer and J. K. Rowling because I want to see if they are working on ANYTHING, new books or additions to old series.


Well, for Stephenie Meyer I found out these two books...Midnight Sun and Blue Sun.


I know most people have read her website or a website on the whole Midnight Sun tragedy. I can understand why she is not working on that project. I don't know if she will ever work on it again in the future or if it will never be finished. So, don't ask. When I saw Blue Sun come up, I was like "WHAT!" This title came up on Wiki Answers. It could be true, or it might just be a wild rumor. According to Wiki Answers, Blue Sun will be about Jacob and Reneeseme (I apologize if I misspelled her name). Meyer definitely left Breaking Dawn open ended to their relationship. She's one of those authors who writing I crave to read because it's just fantastic. I really hope Blue Sun is true. I would really like to look forward to reading another book from one of my favorite writers.

As for J. K. Rowling, I discovered she wrote a 800 word prequel to Harry Potter.

She wrote it on a note card for a contest. The profits from it were to go to charity, which they did. The story was published but only 10,000 copies. If you look it up, you can read a two sentence description of the prequel. However, I probably will never get to actually read the whole 800 words. Simply searching Harry Potter prequel will get the results you need. As for a full length novel, J. K. Rowling has said no. I was kind of disappointed, but a prequel would only reiterate what we already know about Harry's parents. Would it be cool? Absolutely! Is it really necessary? No. Honestly though, I definitely would love to get my hands on the note card prequel. Rowling is amazing. She has been my number 1 favorite, and she always will be. And, whatever she releases next I will be sure to pick up a copy to read.

That's all I got for now. If you know of any other authors who are releasing books (ones who haven't written a book in a while), feel free to post them. And, you are welcome to tell me more about these books (the ones above).