*sigh*
I don't wanna complain. I take this all as an opportunity to be a really great friend, show Jesus' love and compassion, and bring these people to Christ. Like this song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wh2IRvavyms
*sigh*
But... *sigh* I really... I know what I need to do, but carrying it out, you know? It's kinda hard. When I found out what I did last week about them, I cried and prayed all the way home. And then I cried and prayed some more and told my other friend about them... I'm just so stupidly distracted by lots of selfish things. I really have to try and give it all up for God, and for those friends.
Yeah. Sorry about that... just what's been on my mind for a little while...
Okay, quite a while.
I have to change.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEANNE! ^^
This is an image of a stuffed goat. <3>
I hope you like it!
LYLAS!
-Aly-chan
Writer's Block and Music tastes of years passed up until now
I think I'm going to try and write some more stories, so I can get my writing juices all mixed together. I may eventually, also, make a seperate blog just for stories, original/fanfiction, etc.
However, I have discovered another bout of writer's block. o.ee
My english teacher said:
"Good writers write what they know."
o.e
Yey what I know...
*sigh* Last time I wrote something half-decent, that wasn't roleplaying, was on the Mission Trip with Rose... we developed a tradition of writing stories together when we wrote a fanfiction together, Avatar: The Last Airbender/Teen Titans crossover... good tiiimes.
I used to always write fanfiction. Anyway, that story was about a boy named Hisoka, and a girl who also had a Japanese name that I don't remember at the moment... *sigh* It sounded pretty interesting, but we didn't finish, as we had several times before. Pshyah. Whenever I wrote/write with Rose, I write. I'm good. It's like... she's a muse, or something, xD
Weird, but true, at times.
Back then, we stole her iPod a lot. Favorite music back during sixth grade, was Evanescence, Avril Lavigne, and Nickelback, I do believe. Lots of pop stuff too, but the good Pop, Pop Rock, like Kelly Clarkson. Back then I was waaay tolerant to radio most of the time, though, also. I memorized certain Fergie and Black Eyed Peas songs of the radio... o.e interesting times.
7th grade was kind of more stuff like Linkin Park and Simple Plan and Good Charlotte, MCR, some more soft rock-y stuff, like Coldplay, also. Lots of other stuff too. Less tolerance to rap/hip-hop, and I just kinda stopped listening to it...
Lately, I've been listening to quite a bit of Flyleaf, Relient K again (their new stuff), Coldplay, Casting Crowns. Those are my most frequently-listened-to bands at the moment...
I'm bored/depressedish due to something I've discovered/missing Rose, but better now that she ish on teh phone wiff me...
God Bless, guys. :)
However, I have discovered another bout of writer's block. o.ee
My english teacher said:
"Good writers write what they know."
o.e
Yey what I know...
*sigh* Last time I wrote something half-decent, that wasn't roleplaying, was on the Mission Trip with Rose... we developed a tradition of writing stories together when we wrote a fanfiction together, Avatar: The Last Airbender/Teen Titans crossover... good tiiimes.
I used to always write fanfiction. Anyway, that story was about a boy named Hisoka, and a girl who also had a Japanese name that I don't remember at the moment... *sigh* It sounded pretty interesting, but we didn't finish, as we had several times before. Pshyah. Whenever I wrote/write with Rose, I write. I'm good. It's like... she's a muse, or something, xD
Weird, but true, at times.
Back then, we stole her iPod a lot. Favorite music back during sixth grade, was Evanescence, Avril Lavigne, and Nickelback, I do believe. Lots of pop stuff too, but the good Pop, Pop Rock, like Kelly Clarkson. Back then I was waaay tolerant to radio most of the time, though, also. I memorized certain Fergie and Black Eyed Peas songs of the radio... o.e interesting times.
7th grade was kind of more stuff like Linkin Park and Simple Plan and Good Charlotte, MCR, some more soft rock-y stuff, like Coldplay, also. Lots of other stuff too. Less tolerance to rap/hip-hop, and I just kinda stopped listening to it...
Lately, I've been listening to quite a bit of Flyleaf, Relient K again (their new stuff), Coldplay, Casting Crowns. Those are my most frequently-listened-to bands at the moment...
I'm bored/depressedish due to something I've discovered/missing Rose, but better now that she ish on teh phone wiff me...
God Bless, guys. :)
Friday, September 12, 2008
Haunted (inro/beginning/part 1/etc.; the story based on the morbid email; read note for more detail.
Author's Note: Remember the morbid story I said was inspired by that morbid email? Well, I'm writing it now. May I warn you, that this is a very roughly written draft/thing that I probably won't edit before publishing here. If you notice any conventional (grammar, punctuation, spelling, etc.) mistakes, let me know. Other than that, just tell me what you think.
Another warning: THIS STORY IS SAD. o.e Also rather dark, dealing with situations that involving suicide, self-injury, death, school, and perhaps selective mutism. So, please read at your own disgression.
The email was about a girl who was called ugly and undatable by a boy she liked, a boy afraid of what his friends would think, and who supposedly killed herself by slitting her wrists, cutting her face, and perhaps also drowning herself. It was titled "NO GIRL DESERVES TO HAVE THIS TOLD TO HER!" which I agree with.
But I knew that that was not the whole story, if the story were true, or not...
What about her family? Her mother, the only mentioned parent in the email? Friends? Her school, community? And of course, the boy. The aftermath of this girl's tragic and avoidable death. There was so much more to it than this, shock value, how terribly destroyed that girl's self-esteem was.
I kept thinking. And I got to writing.
-------
You lied to her.
Look what happened now.
No... no, this couldn't...
You killed her.
It wasn't true. It wasn't murder. He did lie.
But she was gone... forever....
Haunting you...
---
Those words on the mirror. Why did she never tell them?! How could this have happened?!
Marley didn't think she could handle this... She didn't even know. She didn't even know what was happening to her friend. The shock would never wear off to her...
"Am I pretty enough now?"
She couldn't even bear go to that funeral. But she had to.
She did, barely making it out of the church... no one ever used the word... why the casket was closed...
She couldn't even think of that word.
Death was always a sad, miserable thing. But it was an incredible, deep, pain when it's someone you loved. Kristen.... she was practically her sister. Gone. Forever. She didn't even get the chance to turn 14.
Her lost life in her own hands...
She could never think of her dear friend that way...
---
Jess locked herself in her room, trying to blank out, blasting Linkin Park, then Flyleaf, Evanescence, My Chemical Romance, and then more Linkin Park, shutting up her brain, and damaging her ears, silencing her emotions.
She didn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it.
Whatever screwed up the people in these bands, excluding Flyleaf, couldn't have been worse than what had just happened.
She wouldn't believe it.
On Monday, she would go to school, and talk to her best friends, Kristen, Marley, and Sandra, like nothing had happened, BECAUSE NOTHING HAD.
She refused to go earlier. She wouldn't believe it.
Her parents tried to get past her locked door... she couldn't even hear them knock. She turned up her mp3, earbud headphones that curled over the back of her ear, with powerful amplification, made her music louder.
Her eyes betrayed her, tears slipping through them, as hard as she held them back... she wanted to call her. Ask her what was wrong. Apologize for anything she might have done, comfort her, call Sandra, have her help...
But that part of her inside, knew she would never be able to do that again.
----
Sandra prayed, she cried, and prayed. And then she laid in bed, just laying there, staring up at the ceiling, her shoulder-length, dark brown, hair sprawled out on her pillow. She had changed as soon as she got home, half-wanting to burn that black skirt and jacket she'd worn... maybe she wouldn't remember as well.
How could she be gone? Why...?
She turned toward her pillow, curling up beneath her sheets, and crying once again... too many questions... she knew it happened. It was just too much, though... she asked why, again, and again...
She couldn't believe she was gone...
Bzzzzzz, Bzzzzzzzzzz, Bzz...
She reached for her phone, sniffing slightly. "Hello?" she said, quietly, coughing slightly to clear her throat from the hoarseness it had from crying so much.
No answer, but someone else's sobbing over the phone... Marley. A hangup.
And then a ring of a doorbell. Her parents opening the door, their footsteps below, and then someone else's, no doubt, rushing up there. Marley...
The friends through their arms around each other, crying, and holding each other, not even caring anymore... they couldn't hold back their tears. This was all too real to them...
---
Jess opened her window, sneaking out the back, and down the gutters, through Sandy's backyard, and through their back door. Marley was already there....
She snuck up there deliberately, still holding back her own tears...
The door creaked open, the sound her friends' sobbing much too loud, and she couldn't hold back any longer.... she put her arms around the both of them, and cried silently.
They were undoubtedly missing someone... someone they weren't getting back... it seemed incomplete. And so they cried, not saying a word, while they held each other close, afraid to let go...
Another warning: THIS STORY IS SAD. o.e Also rather dark, dealing with situations that involving suicide, self-injury, death, school, and perhaps selective mutism. So, please read at your own disgression.
The email was about a girl who was called ugly and undatable by a boy she liked, a boy afraid of what his friends would think, and who supposedly killed herself by slitting her wrists, cutting her face, and perhaps also drowning herself. It was titled "NO GIRL DESERVES TO HAVE THIS TOLD TO HER!" which I agree with.
But I knew that that was not the whole story, if the story were true, or not...
What about her family? Her mother, the only mentioned parent in the email? Friends? Her school, community? And of course, the boy. The aftermath of this girl's tragic and avoidable death. There was so much more to it than this, shock value, how terribly destroyed that girl's self-esteem was.
I kept thinking. And I got to writing.
-------
You lied to her.
Look what happened now.
No... no, this couldn't...
You killed her.
It wasn't true. It wasn't murder. He did lie.
But she was gone... forever....
Haunting you...
---
Those words on the mirror. Why did she never tell them?! How could this have happened?!
Marley didn't think she could handle this... She didn't even know. She didn't even know what was happening to her friend. The shock would never wear off to her...
"Am I pretty enough now?"
She couldn't even bear go to that funeral. But she had to.
She did, barely making it out of the church... no one ever used the word... why the casket was closed...
She couldn't even think of that word.
Death was always a sad, miserable thing. But it was an incredible, deep, pain when it's someone you loved. Kristen.... she was practically her sister. Gone. Forever. She didn't even get the chance to turn 14.
Her lost life in her own hands...
She could never think of her dear friend that way...
---
Jess locked herself in her room, trying to blank out, blasting Linkin Park, then Flyleaf, Evanescence, My Chemical Romance, and then more Linkin Park, shutting up her brain, and damaging her ears, silencing her emotions.
She didn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it.
Whatever screwed up the people in these bands, excluding Flyleaf, couldn't have been worse than what had just happened.
She wouldn't believe it.
On Monday, she would go to school, and talk to her best friends, Kristen, Marley, and Sandra, like nothing had happened, BECAUSE NOTHING HAD.
She refused to go earlier. She wouldn't believe it.
Her parents tried to get past her locked door... she couldn't even hear them knock. She turned up her mp3, earbud headphones that curled over the back of her ear, with powerful amplification, made her music louder.
Her eyes betrayed her, tears slipping through them, as hard as she held them back... she wanted to call her. Ask her what was wrong. Apologize for anything she might have done, comfort her, call Sandra, have her help...
But that part of her inside, knew she would never be able to do that again.
----
Sandra prayed, she cried, and prayed. And then she laid in bed, just laying there, staring up at the ceiling, her shoulder-length, dark brown, hair sprawled out on her pillow. She had changed as soon as she got home, half-wanting to burn that black skirt and jacket she'd worn... maybe she wouldn't remember as well.
How could she be gone? Why...?
She turned toward her pillow, curling up beneath her sheets, and crying once again... too many questions... she knew it happened. It was just too much, though... she asked why, again, and again...
She couldn't believe she was gone...
Bzzzzzz, Bzzzzzzzzzz, Bzz...
She reached for her phone, sniffing slightly. "Hello?" she said, quietly, coughing slightly to clear her throat from the hoarseness it had from crying so much.
No answer, but someone else's sobbing over the phone... Marley. A hangup.
And then a ring of a doorbell. Her parents opening the door, their footsteps below, and then someone else's, no doubt, rushing up there. Marley...
The friends through their arms around each other, crying, and holding each other, not even caring anymore... they couldn't hold back their tears. This was all too real to them...
---
Jess opened her window, sneaking out the back, and down the gutters, through Sandy's backyard, and through their back door. Marley was already there....
She snuck up there deliberately, still holding back her own tears...
The door creaked open, the sound her friends' sobbing much too loud, and she couldn't hold back any longer.... she put her arms around the both of them, and cried silently.
They were undoubtedly missing someone... someone they weren't getting back... it seemed incomplete. And so they cried, not saying a word, while they held each other close, afraid to let go...
Blawg tyme (school and stuffs)
New characters:
Dana- a girl from school, who's firsthand experienced 'relational aggression' of the other girls, experienced their bullying, and I do believe has equally gone up against other girls
Mrs. Waver- Guidance counselor for middle school. Awesome woman who has spoken to me (Kim/Alyce) and helped me through many things throughout middle school, as well as made me think a whole lot, and honestly, genuinely cares about the students
Mr. Novelten: Youngish principal guy, around maybe his forties, with kids of his own, formerly just the Middle School principal, now the K-8 guy, due to unfortunate school cutting stuffs.
Trista- A friend I've known since first grade, when she first moved here, moving from someplace else to here, another town, and then ANOTHER town, going to various schools in that town, an often dysfunctional family, her mother full of mysteries and their house full of cigarette smoke, but a really great girl, with big dreams and a great voice.
Danica- My friend who lives with her single mother, and bounces from boyfriend to boyfriend, and has friends who are older, and make often negative decisions at times. She's very in touch with her music, and pretty cool to hang out with, seems and looks older than her age streetwise.
Tick- A bloodsucker. *jk* Some dude that Danica dated, who had MANY issues, and was a pervert, but apparently was just so 'hot' and Trista was attracted to him. Involved with a dramadramadramaduck situation, between Dani having to break up with him, him breaking up with her, and then breaking Trista's heart as well, causing her to get really mad, by DATING DANA WHILE DATING TRISTA, (stupid a-hole guy... please pardon my... yeah...), Mr. Playa's got some problems, and left some girls with some too. Dani's still friends with him, though I find it dangerous, and I don't like most of her boyfriends because most of them have hurt her in some way. Dana and Trista were left with a grudge between each other, due to their boyfriend's cheating issues... among various other things. (Oh yeah. Long story. I'll maybe get to it eventually. Trista just couldn't get talked out of dating this guy... attracted to 'dangerous' guys. xPPPP)
I've decided, like my dearest friend Leanne/Kris, to arrange my blog so that I post at least once a week. Sorry for those who'd rather hear from me more, but I need to give myself something that's structured right now (like homework, xP; though I like blogging....) so that I will have a goal that I can commit to doing. And with school and all started, I've got homework, and all of that, and I'm in procrastinator mode (though it hasn't been so bad so far... which is quite an improvement...)
Sorry guys. D: Now that I have that set up, I'll probably end up posting more... *hugglesreaders* Love you guys.
God Bless you! Gawsh, I need to get on here more...
Anyway...
Life.
I had a great conversation with my parents last night. It was pretty cool. I'm glad I did. I asked my dad/told parents about the 'people problems', witnessing vs. debate, how to tell people about Jesus and live like him toward people... and he told me that the Gospel of John would be a good book to study/read. He told me to read it just like a book, and if I had questions, write them down, you know, really kinda ponder stuff. And I plan on doing that. The point of reading it, is to read about how Jesus interacted with people, the things that He did, His compassion, His love, His everything. John was like a very close friend to Jesus, so that was the perspective that the book was written from. And I think that's a great idea for me to read...
School...
Has finally gotten a little more interesting. I'm gonna start the anti-bullying thing maybe next week, or at least assist with it, now that the system's got it. xP Oh well. Mrs. Waver and the elementary guidance counselor now, can help out with more anti-bullying things. (Last year's school cutting pplz thing got rid of the Elementary principal, causing the Middle School principal, Mr. Novelton to become the K-8 principal.) The school got revamped. Sort of. Actually, they're still constructing various things... the one gym (which really isn't a 'gym gym'... just one of those things with chairs/bleachers and stuff... but it also functions as our stage, so it has chairs attached to these big cement steps and all dat. The new chairs are nice though. The others were like, fifty years old. O.O)
Okay, enough schoolgettingstuffdoneduetothetownvotingfortheschoolgettingmoney,ANDNOTGETTINGANEWHIGHSCHOOL* rant.
Soo... yeah. A girl named Dana, who hung out with me, Macy, Sam from my school and church, at the Burger Bash, on Wednesday, a party-ish thing with music, burgers, other food, and lotsa hangin' out, before See You at the Pole, September 25th, I believe, which may be international, where Christians at schools gather at their flagpole and have fellowship right before school. So it was kind of the pre-party thing. See You After The Pole, the after-party-thing, which is a really cool awesomeness party, where all the kids who went to See You at the Pole in Rochester/schools in that general area, come to in the evening, to hang out and have more fellowship, talk about how it went at their school, have more worship (but with most likely a WAY louder band, which is pretty awesome; our church always has great music anyway. The students get lots of modern Christian rock/other stuff, like Relient K, TobyMac, Family Force Five, etc.... the worship during church service is always pretty awesome too. Our own band thing, sometimes the adult choir, the kid's choir, all that good stuff... yeah. I might go into more detail later, lulz... Don't get me wrong, I really do love going to church to learn about Christ and everything. It's just the people at my church often have good taste in music. And I realize that worship isn't about the sound, it's about worshipping God.)
Great stuff. See You At The Pole seems more powerful at the city school's though... but that's okay. We're not there for us, it's there to show our love for Jesus.
Well... back on topic...
So, anyway, being in the presence of Dana, actually talking to her, and having to drive her home with my mom (well, my mom was doing the driving, since we both live in town and all that, but... you get what I mean...) really inspired me to get moving with that whole 'anti-bullying' class thing. I asked HER about it, and she'd like to get involved also. She's threatened to change schools several time because of this school... supposedly, she's going to a new one next year... *sigh*
But, I'm gonna go for it. And try to fix up what's right for the school, and what's not, along with Mrs. Waver, and the elementary guidance counselor too, if she gets involved also. Bullying is an important issue in our school.
A lovely statistic:
(I think it was about this...)
2/3 school shootings start with bullying at some point. ('Kay, I've most likely talked about this already, but I have to talk about it again; it's really driving and solemn for me.)
I remember the bullied one trying to prove himself out to the others, because they brutally verbally bashed him everyday.
It was a pencil, but stabbing nonetheless, that he did to one of the people who bullied him the most. I was at an all-day choir thing during that day, when it happened at lunch... the boy wasn't horribly injured, in fact, he came to school after a couple days, just fine, practically. Showing people his wound. o.e
But still...
The kid left. He'd moved there that ONE year. Not even one year... all the other new guy students were fine with us kids, but he just got hated on and hated on. People claimed to have tried to be friends with him. He pushed them away. But no one cared to try again. They just rejected him. He was different. He had really thick glasses. Some other issues, health issues, maybe other issues, didn't dress like everyone else.
And yet a lot of them rejected him and verbally abused him. (Because bullying IS abuse!)
It's scary and sat that these things happened...
I don't ever wanna see it happen again, at least at this school. Mrs. Waver told me about a school that had a new program about bullying and things like that, up north, where there had been a shooting/suicide (I think...) and how it was working well...
*sigh*
That was much more intense, and apparently, much more tragic things happened. But our school has had a history of relational agression and rejection of people who are different. That's not nearly as bad as what a school shooting/what leads up to one could be, but it's always possible in places...
I'd been wanting to do this even BEFORE that kid was driven to the edge/couldn't/wasn't reached.
Lots of bullying problems here. Small school, small town. Bullying and drugs is all we got for issues, and that's never good.
Every place has problems. The town may look quaint on the outside... but you gotta live here, you have to look in to understand the people.
Dana- a girl from school, who's firsthand experienced 'relational aggression' of the other girls, experienced their bullying, and I do believe has equally gone up against other girls
Mrs. Waver- Guidance counselor for middle school. Awesome woman who has spoken to me (Kim/Alyce) and helped me through many things throughout middle school, as well as made me think a whole lot, and honestly, genuinely cares about the students
Mr. Novelten: Youngish principal guy, around maybe his forties, with kids of his own, formerly just the Middle School principal, now the K-8 guy, due to unfortunate school cutting stuffs.
Trista- A friend I've known since first grade, when she first moved here, moving from someplace else to here, another town, and then ANOTHER town, going to various schools in that town, an often dysfunctional family, her mother full of mysteries and their house full of cigarette smoke, but a really great girl, with big dreams and a great voice.
Danica- My friend who lives with her single mother, and bounces from boyfriend to boyfriend, and has friends who are older, and make often negative decisions at times. She's very in touch with her music, and pretty cool to hang out with, seems and looks older than her age streetwise.
Tick- A bloodsucker. *jk* Some dude that Danica dated, who had MANY issues, and was a pervert, but apparently was just so 'hot' and Trista was attracted to him. Involved with a dramadramadramaduck situation, between Dani having to break up with him, him breaking up with her, and then breaking Trista's heart as well, causing her to get really mad, by DATING DANA WHILE DATING TRISTA, (stupid a-hole guy... please pardon my... yeah...), Mr. Playa's got some problems, and left some girls with some too. Dani's still friends with him, though I find it dangerous, and I don't like most of her boyfriends because most of them have hurt her in some way. Dana and Trista were left with a grudge between each other, due to their boyfriend's cheating issues... among various other things. (Oh yeah. Long story. I'll maybe get to it eventually. Trista just couldn't get talked out of dating this guy... attracted to 'dangerous' guys. xPPPP)
I've decided, like my dearest friend Leanne/Kris, to arrange my blog so that I post at least once a week. Sorry for those who'd rather hear from me more, but I need to give myself something that's structured right now (like homework, xP; though I like blogging....) so that I will have a goal that I can commit to doing. And with school and all started, I've got homework, and all of that, and I'm in procrastinator mode (though it hasn't been so bad so far... which is quite an improvement...)
Sorry guys. D: Now that I have that set up, I'll probably end up posting more... *hugglesreaders* Love you guys.
God Bless you! Gawsh, I need to get on here more...
Anyway...
Life.
I had a great conversation with my parents last night. It was pretty cool. I'm glad I did. I asked my dad/told parents about the 'people problems', witnessing vs. debate, how to tell people about Jesus and live like him toward people... and he told me that the Gospel of John would be a good book to study/read. He told me to read it just like a book, and if I had questions, write them down, you know, really kinda ponder stuff. And I plan on doing that. The point of reading it, is to read about how Jesus interacted with people, the things that He did, His compassion, His love, His everything. John was like a very close friend to Jesus, so that was the perspective that the book was written from. And I think that's a great idea for me to read...
School...
Has finally gotten a little more interesting. I'm gonna start the anti-bullying thing maybe next week, or at least assist with it, now that the system's got it. xP Oh well. Mrs. Waver and the elementary guidance counselor now, can help out with more anti-bullying things. (Last year's school cutting pplz thing got rid of the Elementary principal, causing the Middle School principal, Mr. Novelton to become the K-8 principal.) The school got revamped. Sort of. Actually, they're still constructing various things... the one gym (which really isn't a 'gym gym'... just one of those things with chairs/bleachers and stuff... but it also functions as our stage, so it has chairs attached to these big cement steps and all dat. The new chairs are nice though. The others were like, fifty years old. O.O)
Okay, enough schoolgettingstuffdoneduetothetownvotingfortheschoolgettingmoney,ANDNOTGETTINGANEWHIGHSCHOOL* rant.
Soo... yeah. A girl named Dana, who hung out with me, Macy, Sam from my school and church, at the Burger Bash, on Wednesday, a party-ish thing with music, burgers, other food, and lotsa hangin' out, before See You at the Pole, September 25th, I believe, which may be international, where Christians at schools gather at their flagpole and have fellowship right before school. So it was kind of the pre-party thing. See You After The Pole, the after-party-thing, which is a really cool awesomeness party, where all the kids who went to See You at the Pole in Rochester/schools in that general area, come to in the evening, to hang out and have more fellowship, talk about how it went at their school, have more worship (but with most likely a WAY louder band, which is pretty awesome; our church always has great music anyway. The students get lots of modern Christian rock/other stuff, like Relient K, TobyMac, Family Force Five, etc.... the worship during church service is always pretty awesome too. Our own band thing, sometimes the adult choir, the kid's choir, all that good stuff... yeah. I might go into more detail later, lulz... Don't get me wrong, I really do love going to church to learn about Christ and everything. It's just the people at my church often have good taste in music. And I realize that worship isn't about the sound, it's about worshipping God.)
Great stuff. See You At The Pole seems more powerful at the city school's though... but that's okay. We're not there for us, it's there to show our love for Jesus.
Well... back on topic...
So, anyway, being in the presence of Dana, actually talking to her, and having to drive her home with my mom (well, my mom was doing the driving, since we both live in town and all that, but... you get what I mean...) really inspired me to get moving with that whole 'anti-bullying' class thing. I asked HER about it, and she'd like to get involved also. She's threatened to change schools several time because of this school... supposedly, she's going to a new one next year... *sigh*
But, I'm gonna go for it. And try to fix up what's right for the school, and what's not, along with Mrs. Waver, and the elementary guidance counselor too, if she gets involved also. Bullying is an important issue in our school.
A lovely statistic:
(I think it was about this...)
2/3 school shootings start with bullying at some point. ('Kay, I've most likely talked about this already, but I have to talk about it again; it's really driving and solemn for me.)
I remember the bullied one trying to prove himself out to the others, because they brutally verbally bashed him everyday.
It was a pencil, but stabbing nonetheless, that he did to one of the people who bullied him the most. I was at an all-day choir thing during that day, when it happened at lunch... the boy wasn't horribly injured, in fact, he came to school after a couple days, just fine, practically. Showing people his wound. o.e
But still...
The kid left. He'd moved there that ONE year. Not even one year... all the other new guy students were fine with us kids, but he just got hated on and hated on. People claimed to have tried to be friends with him. He pushed them away. But no one cared to try again. They just rejected him. He was different. He had really thick glasses. Some other issues, health issues, maybe other issues, didn't dress like everyone else.
And yet a lot of them rejected him and verbally abused him. (Because bullying IS abuse!)
It's scary and sat that these things happened...
I don't ever wanna see it happen again, at least at this school. Mrs. Waver told me about a school that had a new program about bullying and things like that, up north, where there had been a shooting/suicide (I think...) and how it was working well...
*sigh*
That was much more intense, and apparently, much more tragic things happened. But our school has had a history of relational agression and rejection of people who are different. That's not nearly as bad as what a school shooting/what leads up to one could be, but it's always possible in places...
I'd been wanting to do this even BEFORE that kid was driven to the edge/couldn't/wasn't reached.
Lots of bullying problems here. Small school, small town. Bullying and drugs is all we got for issues, and that's never good.
Every place has problems. The town may look quaint on the outside... but you gotta live here, you have to look in to understand the people.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
The Shrink (a poem-thing)
Life inspires me once more to write a poem/song-like-item. It's kind of a... weird titled thing, lots of metaphorical things, I think... or that's how it turned out in my mind. Be known that I do not write rough drafts (like, evaarrr) in my blog. (Manual, Manual of Life= metaphors for the Bible)
The Shrink
The world is suffering
From society-based schizophrenia
Dark voices telling them lies
And the truth is distorted
The shrink is there
With calls for suicidal thoughts and anger
Sadness, grief, frustrations
Compulsions and obsessions
Unhealthy habits
Anxiety problems, and anorexia, bullimia
She hears their stories everyday
She wants to help, but doesn't know what to say
She prays, and prays, but doesn't stop to listen
Especially when she should
The shrink has problems too
But they don't matter to her
Oh, she shouldn't have made it past internship
There isn't enough training that will ever make her get used to this
No amount of preparation
She's desensitized at times
Reviews her patients' files
Feels angry at times
But she pushes it away
Oh they need her, yes they do
Or do they, really?
They need God, yes they do
She prays
She's afraid to speak sometimes and feels ashamed
The 'bosses' at work suffer from that schizophrenia too
The voices telling them it's wrong
The voice that says it's politically incorrect
Offensive
To tell them about the Lord that leads her way
Stressful day, after stressful day
She sits and prays
She needs to read her Manual a little bit more
She'll fight not to go insane
Not to fall into the voices that threaten her precious mind and heart
She'll fight to do what's right
And avoid what is wrong
Sometimes her patients won't want her words
And professional lines will have to drop
As she steps in and holds them close
Lets their tears fall on her shirt
She fights everyday against those disorders
That threaten her own life
Mental hypochondriac she wished to diagnose herself
But pills don't fight the lies of the dark voices
God is on her side
She fights the lies everyday and every night
She won't listen to those voices
No matter how hard it is
If someone falls, she'll ask for God's guidance
Let him lift them up
If she is called upon, she will do her part
That's her job
And now she knows to do it willingly
The difference between right and wrong
And friend and psychiatrist or psychologist
Are reminding her
And God shines light down through the darkness
She will follow it
Let the Manual of Life show her what should be done
Rather than fall into the voices.
The Shrink
The world is suffering
From society-based schizophrenia
Dark voices telling them lies
And the truth is distorted
The shrink is there
With calls for suicidal thoughts and anger
Sadness, grief, frustrations
Compulsions and obsessions
Unhealthy habits
Anxiety problems, and anorexia, bullimia
She hears their stories everyday
She wants to help, but doesn't know what to say
She prays, and prays, but doesn't stop to listen
Especially when she should
The shrink has problems too
But they don't matter to her
Oh, she shouldn't have made it past internship
There isn't enough training that will ever make her get used to this
No amount of preparation
She's desensitized at times
Reviews her patients' files
Feels angry at times
But she pushes it away
Oh they need her, yes they do
Or do they, really?
They need God, yes they do
She prays
She's afraid to speak sometimes and feels ashamed
The 'bosses' at work suffer from that schizophrenia too
The voices telling them it's wrong
The voice that says it's politically incorrect
Offensive
To tell them about the Lord that leads her way
Stressful day, after stressful day
She sits and prays
She needs to read her Manual a little bit more
She'll fight not to go insane
Not to fall into the voices that threaten her precious mind and heart
She'll fight to do what's right
And avoid what is wrong
Sometimes her patients won't want her words
And professional lines will have to drop
As she steps in and holds them close
Lets their tears fall on her shirt
She fights everyday against those disorders
That threaten her own life
Mental hypochondriac she wished to diagnose herself
But pills don't fight the lies of the dark voices
God is on her side
She fights the lies everyday and every night
She won't listen to those voices
No matter how hard it is
If someone falls, she'll ask for God's guidance
Let him lift them up
If she is called upon, she will do her part
That's her job
And now she knows to do it willingly
The difference between right and wrong
And friend and psychiatrist or psychologist
Are reminding her
And God shines light down through the darkness
She will follow it
Let the Manual of Life show her what should be done
Rather than fall into the voices.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
I know ya'll pro'lly wanna hear abou the wedding, but... (vent/rantpost.o.e confuzzlingpost)
For starters, the wedding was great. There was an after party for the after party of the after party. All three parties and the wedding were cool. And my cousins pwn you.
Anyway, now to my dumb stupid emotions no one really wants to hear about... okay, maybe I'm wrong...
*hugs* I love you guys. *sigh*
School started today. I missed most of the day, due to my flight coming in.
But everyone seemed pretty nice. And it seems like I didn't screw up my friendship with Jared as much as I thought I had...
Okay, and NOW, to stop avoiding talking.
(Hm, I wonder where my guidance counselor's office is now... the school's office is all like, rearranged... o.e )
Okay.
Combination of sixth grade... and... well, you know what, no. It's all outside school. Everyone's got problems already.
-----------------
I was interrupted. By my parents. Talking about a lovely new routine. *sigh* Why couldn't I just let myself be inspired by them and their academic excellence, even though their families were... erm... (put nicely), different than my own.
*sigh*
In so many ways, I'm selfish and self-centered, and vain, and cold. And I create my own problems. And maybe, somewhere deep in the caverns of my weird, screwed-up mind, I just wanna study psychology/psychiatry(yes, psychiatrymaybenow) so I can say I have a mental disorder, get pills, and feel fixed. Actually, that wouldn't even work. If that's what I really think. Which I'm sure I don't... but some part of me... might? Now I'm confusing myself! Maybe I'll just drive myself insane... xPP
Anyway, I'm also either mellowdramatic/sacrificial/right? . I don't know. You know how in the Bible, one of the apostles (I don't remember which... ) speaks about how blessing and cursing come from the tongue. How a stream that produces freshwater cannot produce saltwater, or something similar to that.
I have that. A lot. And it shouldn't be.
It's not just my mouth. It's my mind. I confuse myself sometimes. I try to figure myself out, when a part of me knows the truth, while the others try to think of other things.
I have horrible self-esteem. Some people might not know that.
I hate my body a lot sometimes. I just think I'm ugly sometimes. And it's wrong. God made me. He made everything about me. I should pray more. I should lean on God more. But so many times I get so dang close to falling into that pit of temptation. And it's always within myself. No one else's fault.
No one's ever told me I'm worthless, no one's ever told me I'm fat, or ugly, or stupid, or that I was a bad person. Everyone even says I---
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Gah. Interrupted. More. So, I started this entry yesterday, and didn't finish it, and I don't feel like it.
But, I did feel like posting it. I'm praying for everyone else right now and their beginning-of-school-issues. My issues are dead today. I feel fine.
Meh. So bipolar I am.
Sooooooooo...
Nothing epical happened for me today at school. I finished my homework during school. The schedule's weird, but that's okay.
Hot N Cold by Katy Perry is addicting. o.e Gawsh, I hated her first single... but she's so contagious! D:< GAH!
Anyway... yeah. *sigh* Love you guys. God Bless. :) Sorry for this confusing entry. I just really wanted to update for you all... even though you probably didn't want to hear me angst on here...
Anyway, now to my dumb stupid emotions no one really wants to hear about... okay, maybe I'm wrong...
*hugs* I love you guys. *sigh*
School started today. I missed most of the day, due to my flight coming in.
But everyone seemed pretty nice. And it seems like I didn't screw up my friendship with Jared as much as I thought I had...
Okay, and NOW, to stop avoiding talking.
(Hm, I wonder where my guidance counselor's office is now... the school's office is all like, rearranged... o.e )
Okay.
Combination of sixth grade... and... well, you know what, no. It's all outside school. Everyone's got problems already.
-----------------
I was interrupted. By my parents. Talking about a lovely new routine. *sigh* Why couldn't I just let myself be inspired by them and their academic excellence, even though their families were... erm... (put nicely), different than my own.
*sigh*
In so many ways, I'm selfish and self-centered, and vain, and cold. And I create my own problems. And maybe, somewhere deep in the caverns of my weird, screwed-up mind, I just wanna study psychology/psychiatry(yes, psychiatrymaybenow) so I can say I have a mental disorder, get pills, and feel fixed. Actually, that wouldn't even work. If that's what I really think. Which I'm sure I don't... but some part of me... might? Now I'm confusing myself! Maybe I'll just drive myself insane... xPP
Anyway, I'm also either mellowdramatic/sacrificial/right? . I don't know. You know how in the Bible, one of the apostles (I don't remember which... ) speaks about how blessing and cursing come from the tongue. How a stream that produces freshwater cannot produce saltwater, or something similar to that.
I have that. A lot. And it shouldn't be.
It's not just my mouth. It's my mind. I confuse myself sometimes. I try to figure myself out, when a part of me knows the truth, while the others try to think of other things.
I have horrible self-esteem. Some people might not know that.
I hate my body a lot sometimes. I just think I'm ugly sometimes. And it's wrong. God made me. He made everything about me. I should pray more. I should lean on God more. But so many times I get so dang close to falling into that pit of temptation. And it's always within myself. No one else's fault.
No one's ever told me I'm worthless, no one's ever told me I'm fat, or ugly, or stupid, or that I was a bad person. Everyone even says I---
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Gah. Interrupted. More. So, I started this entry yesterday, and didn't finish it, and I don't feel like it.
But, I did feel like posting it. I'm praying for everyone else right now and their beginning-of-school-issues. My issues are dead today. I feel fine.
Meh. So bipolar I am.
Sooooooooo...
Nothing epical happened for me today at school. I finished my homework during school. The schedule's weird, but that's okay.
Hot N Cold by Katy Perry is addicting. o.e Gawsh, I hated her first single... but she's so contagious! D:< GAH!
Anyway... yeah. *sigh* Love you guys. God Bless. :) Sorry for this confusing entry. I just really wanted to update for you all... even though you probably didn't want to hear me angst on here...
Monday, August 25, 2008
Randomness. Rant. Life. Thoughts. Today. Yeah.
My creativity died in that title...
Anyway, I'd like to let ya'll know, I'ma be pretty much not on very often starting tommorrow, due to being in DC for my cousin's wedding on Tuesday, and after that, on September 2nd, when our plane gets back, I'll be heading to school. o.e Which kinda sucks.
But I'm sure the wedding will be awesomely... ^^
I am really looking forward to this now. I'm gonna see relatives I haven't seen for years, and all that good stuff... and...
*sighs*
Okay, secretly, I really wanna find someone to dance with at the reception. That's one of my eveel boy crazy goals.
xP
Hopefully not related to me. O.O Most likely not... we don't have a lot of guys in the family that aren't about 18 years older than me or anything more than my brother's age. o.e
Anyway... *sigh*
Today I thought about Rose. And Mark. And Jared. I really miss 'em all...
Mark's probably spazzed out because he couldn't make it to the BD party. It wasn't his fault he couldn't make it... *sigh*
I put some more songs on my playlist for Rose... heh. You know, stuff like the stuff we used to sing back in summer of '06, after I discovered MUSIC!, when I talked to her daily for hours upon hours on the phone... good times. *sigh*
Teen Titans fanvids. D': I miss her... *sigh* :'( *cries*
I saw Jared while running errands today. o.e He was with his friend, who has the same name as 'Kim's' brother, David. (Had a crush on him in fifth grade... LOOOONNNGGG story, not to be told right now) Meh. I waved awkwardly, like I was confused/PO'd or something, and then went into the post office and did my post-office duties and all dat.
I was so tempted to just walk over and talk to them...
So that's what I planned, after I went to get my books and return them to the library. And they were gone already, of course. David and Jared have been hangin' out a heck of a lot this summer. *sighs*
I still feel like I screwed things up between Jared and I. Maybe I'm wrong... but I just hope things go well this schoolyear. I still wanna be friends with him. And I'll feel quite hurt if he starts acting like a jerk to me this year.
Ugh. Maybe I SHOULD stay away from guys... but I just can't decide. I think it'd be healthier if I just had a crush on someone... then I'd just watch them, and think about them, and not about M-Word and every hawt guy I ever see... xP I've become too vain, I think. *sigh* I don't care about how a person looks if I date them. But I now know what the world thinks makes someone attractive...
But I guess I still don't care. I have my own preferences. Heh... *sigh*
I'm sighing a lot. o.e
xP I think I'm at the very beginning of falling in... like I'm walking toward the edge that makes you swept in the world, but being pulled back and forth from right and wrong, and I KNOW what's right, and wrong, yet I contemplate them. But I always stop myself before I get in.
Even though my humor has become increasingly crude. And I'm contemplating tolerance on certain issues that I know are wrong. I love God. And I need to focus. I can't go through life without God. That would kill. I wouldn't BE here if I didn't have faith in Him. I wouldn't be ALIVE if he wasn't there. Nor would anyone else...
xP
The most frustrating, depressing, GAH! D:< (ish a face) boards ever:
http://forums.avatarspirit.net/index.php?board=2.0
xPPPP (xP= also a face)
Granted, I learned a lot about certain events from those threads, but still. D:< GAH.
xP
Please don't shoot me for being immature about this right now... *sigh*
*changessubject*
I AM SO EXCITED FOR DC NOW!
I really wanna see my cousins and everyone. Though it'll be awkward to have more of those cheek-pinching aunts you really don't know who go all "Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you since you were a baby!" when they see me... o.e But everything will be good. ^^
:)
Well, school's comin' up... Good luck to all. God Bless. :) ^^
~Aly-chan, "Kim"
Anyway, I'd like to let ya'll know, I'ma be pretty much not on very often starting tommorrow, due to being in DC for my cousin's wedding on Tuesday, and after that, on September 2nd, when our plane gets back, I'll be heading to school. o.e Which kinda sucks.
But I'm sure the wedding will be awesomely... ^^
I am really looking forward to this now. I'm gonna see relatives I haven't seen for years, and all that good stuff... and...
*sighs*
Okay, secretly, I really wanna find someone to dance with at the reception. That's one of my eveel boy crazy goals.
xP
Hopefully not related to me. O.O Most likely not... we don't have a lot of guys in the family that aren't about 18 years older than me or anything more than my brother's age. o.e
Anyway... *sigh*
Today I thought about Rose. And Mark. And Jared. I really miss 'em all...
Mark's probably spazzed out because he couldn't make it to the BD party. It wasn't his fault he couldn't make it... *sigh*
I put some more songs on my playlist for Rose... heh. You know, stuff like the stuff we used to sing back in summer of '06, after I discovered MUSIC!, when I talked to her daily for hours upon hours on the phone... good times. *sigh*
Teen Titans fanvids. D': I miss her... *sigh* :'( *cries*
I saw Jared while running errands today. o.e He was with his friend, who has the same name as 'Kim's' brother, David. (Had a crush on him in fifth grade... LOOOONNNGGG story, not to be told right now) Meh. I waved awkwardly, like I was confused/PO'd or something, and then went into the post office and did my post-office duties and all dat.
I was so tempted to just walk over and talk to them...
So that's what I planned, after I went to get my books and return them to the library. And they were gone already, of course. David and Jared have been hangin' out a heck of a lot this summer. *sighs*
I still feel like I screwed things up between Jared and I. Maybe I'm wrong... but I just hope things go well this schoolyear. I still wanna be friends with him. And I'll feel quite hurt if he starts acting like a jerk to me this year.
Ugh. Maybe I SHOULD stay away from guys... but I just can't decide. I think it'd be healthier if I just had a crush on someone... then I'd just watch them, and think about them, and not about M-Word and every hawt guy I ever see... xP I've become too vain, I think. *sigh* I don't care about how a person looks if I date them. But I now know what the world thinks makes someone attractive...
But I guess I still don't care. I have my own preferences. Heh... *sigh*
I'm sighing a lot. o.e
xP I think I'm at the very beginning of falling in... like I'm walking toward the edge that makes you swept in the world, but being pulled back and forth from right and wrong, and I KNOW what's right, and wrong, yet I contemplate them. But I always stop myself before I get in.
Even though my humor has become increasingly crude. And I'm contemplating tolerance on certain issues that I know are wrong. I love God. And I need to focus. I can't go through life without God. That would kill. I wouldn't BE here if I didn't have faith in Him. I wouldn't be ALIVE if he wasn't there. Nor would anyone else...
xP
The most frustrating, depressing, GAH! D:< (ish a face) boards ever:
http://forums.avatarspirit.net/index.php?board=2.0
xPPPP (xP= also a face)
Granted, I learned a lot about certain events from those threads, but still. D:< GAH.
xP
Please don't shoot me for being immature about this right now... *sigh*
*changessubject*
I AM SO EXCITED FOR DC NOW!
I really wanna see my cousins and everyone. Though it'll be awkward to have more of those cheek-pinching aunts you really don't know who go all "Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you since you were a baby!" when they see me... o.e But everything will be good. ^^
:)
Well, school's comin' up... Good luck to all. God Bless. :) ^^
~Aly-chan, "Kim"
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Suck It Up by Brian Meehl Summary Rant-Like-Item (LONG)
As requested by Dibsy.
(spoilers ahead)
Anyway, Suck It Up, a novel by Brian Meehl, is about a vampire named Morning McCobb. Trust me. This is NOT a normal vampire novel, but, I think unorthodox vampire novels are becoming so common, that they're practically normal... but this book surpasses "normal", creepy, horror novels, that we believe belong as vampire books.
The main character, Morning, is a skinny, comic book-loving, kind of geeky guy, who graduates at the beginning of the book, from the International Vampire League. (IV League... xD) He's a SangV (human blood virgin, has never drunk human blood; not even animal blood, though he once tried to taste another students Blood Bull animal blood drink, and did not have a great reaction toward it...), vegan vampire, who drinks a soy-based blood substitute, called Blood Lite. He's optimistic, kind, caring, who once had huge hopes and dreams to become a superhero, and a real-life superhero, a firefighter, after watching them risk their lives to save others after the Twin Towers crashed in 2001, having lived in New York City all his life, until he was changed. He'd lived in NY, and mostly at an orphanage for boys, St. Giles, where he was taken care of mainly by his favorite nun, Sister Flora.
He was tossed from foster home to foster home, and often brought back to St. Giles. The only way for him to feel like he was home again, was to visit the Williamsburg Bridge, his favorite bridge in NYC, because "it's no one's favorite," and because of a bedtime story Sister Flora once made up for him, while he was very young, about the 'Williams Bird Bridge'. (read the book; you'll understand.)
Until one Thanksgiving. It was last year... it was then, that the quiet, geeky teen, was turned into a SangFU (blood "flub-up"). An accidental vampire.
His "creator's" intention was not to create a blood-child, but to just enjoy his "dessert". However, that was not the case.
Morning, after realizing what he had become, resisted giving into his 'new' instincts, trying to starve himself off of not drinking blood. And then he was rescued by the Leaguers.
The only thing he'd ever drink, was Blood Lite, the soy-based substitute to human or animal blood. The Leaguer way was very different than the Loner way, the rare ones who lived by way of the "old" vampire commandments, the 'true' dark creatures of the night. The Leaguers' motto was "Drink Culture, Not Life." And they followed it well, blending in quietly with Lifers (mortals; humans) throughout their immortal lives, and keeping their vampirism in secret.
But Luther Birnam, the president of IVL, has plans for a Worldwide Out Day, where vampires would reveal their true identities. And his choice to be the first "Outed" vampire, is none other than...
Morning McCobb.
Thrust into the public, without warning, he gets on his way becoming a huge celebrity, the first true vampire celebrity, the posterchild of the "innocent" vampires. Of the Leaguers.
But that was only the beginning...
Along with his publicist, Penny Dredful, came her daughter, aspiring filmmaker, determined, and filled with attitude, Portia Dredful. She tags along, on Morning's journey to various events, showing off his powers of cell diffrenciation (also known as 'shape-shifting', to Lifers and Loners), to prove he was a vampire, and doing interviews, and trying his best to prove the vampires were not dangerous.
However, the girl who started out as a "story vampire", began growing into something more...
And not everyone wanted the vampires to come out.
Ikor DeThanatos, the only Loner who did not sign the treaty that ended the war between Loners and Leaguers, is determined to punish Morning for going against the Old Commandments.
As Morning gets closer to Portia, he begins to encounter the dangers and pleasures of bloodlust, a deathly combination of envy of human will and dreams, and the thirst of a vampire.
As his last event as the guinea pig of outing vampires approaches, the danger from DeThanatos, and giving into the worst of Leaguer vampire temptations, begins to heat up.
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And that's all I'm gonna tell you people. ^^ I tried to keep it to... erm... minimal maximum spoilering... heh. Anyway, I hope if you read it, you'll enjoy it. I liked it. I love Morning. I love Portia (as a character; and she pwns Bella Swan... heheh...), I love Morning/Portia. Great book. Srsly.
I didn't delve into the deeper aspects of the book, but I might do that eventually. All I gotta say is REEEEADDD IIIITTT.
(spoilers ahead)
Anyway, Suck It Up, a novel by Brian Meehl, is about a vampire named Morning McCobb. Trust me. This is NOT a normal vampire novel, but, I think unorthodox vampire novels are becoming so common, that they're practically normal... but this book surpasses "normal", creepy, horror novels, that we believe belong as vampire books.
The main character, Morning, is a skinny, comic book-loving, kind of geeky guy, who graduates at the beginning of the book, from the International Vampire League. (IV League... xD) He's a SangV (human blood virgin, has never drunk human blood; not even animal blood, though he once tried to taste another students Blood Bull animal blood drink, and did not have a great reaction toward it...), vegan vampire, who drinks a soy-based blood substitute, called Blood Lite. He's optimistic, kind, caring, who once had huge hopes and dreams to become a superhero, and a real-life superhero, a firefighter, after watching them risk their lives to save others after the Twin Towers crashed in 2001, having lived in New York City all his life, until he was changed. He'd lived in NY, and mostly at an orphanage for boys, St. Giles, where he was taken care of mainly by his favorite nun, Sister Flora.
He was tossed from foster home to foster home, and often brought back to St. Giles. The only way for him to feel like he was home again, was to visit the Williamsburg Bridge, his favorite bridge in NYC, because "it's no one's favorite," and because of a bedtime story Sister Flora once made up for him, while he was very young, about the 'Williams Bird Bridge'. (read the book; you'll understand.)
Until one Thanksgiving. It was last year... it was then, that the quiet, geeky teen, was turned into a SangFU (blood "flub-up"). An accidental vampire.
His "creator's" intention was not to create a blood-child, but to just enjoy his "dessert". However, that was not the case.
Morning, after realizing what he had become, resisted giving into his 'new' instincts, trying to starve himself off of not drinking blood. And then he was rescued by the Leaguers.
The only thing he'd ever drink, was Blood Lite, the soy-based substitute to human or animal blood. The Leaguer way was very different than the Loner way, the rare ones who lived by way of the "old" vampire commandments, the 'true' dark creatures of the night. The Leaguers' motto was "Drink Culture, Not Life." And they followed it well, blending in quietly with Lifers (mortals; humans) throughout their immortal lives, and keeping their vampirism in secret.
But Luther Birnam, the president of IVL, has plans for a Worldwide Out Day, where vampires would reveal their true identities. And his choice to be the first "Outed" vampire, is none other than...
Morning McCobb.
Thrust into the public, without warning, he gets on his way becoming a huge celebrity, the first true vampire celebrity, the posterchild of the "innocent" vampires. Of the Leaguers.
But that was only the beginning...
Along with his publicist, Penny Dredful, came her daughter, aspiring filmmaker, determined, and filled with attitude, Portia Dredful. She tags along, on Morning's journey to various events, showing off his powers of cell diffrenciation (also known as 'shape-shifting', to Lifers and Loners), to prove he was a vampire, and doing interviews, and trying his best to prove the vampires were not dangerous.
However, the girl who started out as a "story vampire", began growing into something more...
And not everyone wanted the vampires to come out.
Ikor DeThanatos, the only Loner who did not sign the treaty that ended the war between Loners and Leaguers, is determined to punish Morning for going against the Old Commandments.
As Morning gets closer to Portia, he begins to encounter the dangers and pleasures of bloodlust, a deathly combination of envy of human will and dreams, and the thirst of a vampire.
As his last event as the guinea pig of outing vampires approaches, the danger from DeThanatos, and giving into the worst of Leaguer vampire temptations, begins to heat up.
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And that's all I'm gonna tell you people. ^^ I tried to keep it to... erm... minimal maximum spoilering... heh. Anyway, I hope if you read it, you'll enjoy it. I liked it. I love Morning. I love Portia (as a character; and she pwns Bella Swan... heheh...), I love Morning/Portia. Great book. Srsly.
I didn't delve into the deeper aspects of the book, but I might do that eventually. All I gotta say is REEEEADDD IIIITTT.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Gah. D: (Suck It Up by Brian Meehl was amazing. o.o) rant-likeitem.short.
Hello people. I'm sorry I haven't been updating a lot lately. I love you guys. You're all really great for reading my blog...
Today, I finished the book Suck It Up, by Brian Meehl. It was awesome. I loved the characters, the story was original, it was just GREAT.
*spoilerzish*
Morning McCobb= pwnsome.
Portia Dredful>Bella Swan
Not obssessed with Morning romantically, actually has a healthy ounce a fear, confident, determined.
I do enjoy Twilight, but I had a very bad case of Bella hate, due to her obssession with Edward, and willingness to give up EVERYTHING, family, friends, home, humanity/mortality/etc. for another person... but, most things were solved in Breaking Dawn. Still... Well, I'm glad everything turned out well for them.
Suck It Up was pretty good, to me. :) ^^' 8) I'll probably rant about more later...
Today, I finished the book Suck It Up, by Brian Meehl. It was awesome. I loved the characters, the story was original, it was just GREAT.
*spoilerzish*
Morning McCobb= pwnsome.
Portia Dredful>Bella Swan
Not obssessed with Morning romantically, actually has a healthy ounce a fear, confident, determined.
I do enjoy Twilight, but I had a very bad case of Bella hate, due to her obssession with Edward, and willingness to give up EVERYTHING, family, friends, home, humanity/mortality/etc. for another person... but, most things were solved in Breaking Dawn. Still... Well, I'm glad everything turned out well for them.
Suck It Up was pretty good, to me. :) ^^' 8) I'll probably rant about more later...
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