Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Deja Vu

After reading Twilight and the other book in the series, I decide to make my own creature of the night/day and a smart brave girl named Noah and Charlotte "Carly". I really pissed that the story was so predictable and that Bella Swan became a vampire.
And here is the first part of what I have. And Makris, tell me what you think and what I might need to work on. And I am try REALLY hard to make this not like Twilight. And Tony, I hope you enjoy this, I'm posting this for you to read. So enjoy. :) And I probably change it after this.

Sample:


I don't know how long we were in Victoria de Violas' Porsche for, but Victoria was wincing from the mental images.
The love of my life, Noah de Violas was staring intentally at his younger sister. My only thought was; What was she seeing?

Her eyes opened and focused on myself and Noah. "There is trouble coming to Samaria." She whispered.
David Trelly, Victoria's longtime boyfriend, and I do mean longtime boyfriend, looked at Noah then to Victoria.

"Well, Victoria what did you see? What were you told?"

Victoria looked very scared, her fair pale skin had worrylines and her amber eyes were wide in fear.

"The Dianus are coming to break the truce." She said worryingly.

Up until this point Noah and his family lived typically normal life amongst people without worry and fear.
I've known the de Violas' for about three years and they always appeared normal, despite the fact they were anything but.
They were in their hundreds and most appeared to be around my age.
And I was turning sixteen in two weeks.

I never knew much about Noah's current state of immortality, all I knew is that the belief he followed was called Siari, making him an Siarian, and that the de Violas clan were a direct decendents from Athalia, an Egyptian woman who was given an elixir of life by her father, a High Regal Priest.
But she drank it years later.

Some time in 11th Century Athalia started calling herself Marie, she met a French noble named Gisèle de Violas and her son Henri de Violas. The two formed an friendship and sometime afterwards when Henri married an English girl named, Cecilia, and they could not produce a child after a year of trying, Athalia gave her womb to bore their children, which was kept secret from everyone.
She bore them three children in six years. The youngest, Pierre de Violas, directly Noah's bloodline.

Many centuries later in 1772 in England the de Violas name lost its glamous title when a poor English widow named Isabelle de Violas gave birth to a girl, Isadora and died shortly afterwards.
By twelve years old to feed, clothe and house herself, young orphan Isadora de Violas was a child prostitute and was soon pregnant with her first child.

At thriteen she gave birth to Catherine on Feburary 26, 1786. This made her sitution worse, now the thriteen year old had to fend for herself and her newborn daughter and quickly found herself pregnant again at fourteen.

By the time Noah was born on May 03, 1788 Isadora was trying to find a husband.
But no man wanted a prostitute as a wife, and Isadora had to feed her children somehow.
Eventually, Isadora de Violas bore a third child, another girl she named Victoria in 1790.

In 1806 Isadora was hanged at 33 year old on May 30th. Hearing of the death, Athalia came to England posing as their grandmother, took the orphaned de Violas's, which included Catherine's husband William and Victoria's fiancé, David Trelly.

According to Noah, she gave them the elixir, when she took them to America and gave them too a couple named Emma and Francis.
Noah never told me how they came to learn about their "State" as he put it.
But as for as long as I've known the de Violas they never told me about any sorta threat to them.
"What's going to happen?" I blurted out.

Three worried faces looked at me, but said nothing. I didn't know them to be afraid, of anything. To me they had no absolutely no fears. Noah's marble face was like stone, he was lost in deep thought.
Finally after awhile of the three of them being slient, Victoria piped up "I think we should take you home, Carly."

"No." Noah said, coming out of his trance. "I think it is best she stay with us." Victoria rolled her brown eyes and asked him "Do you want her to be in direct danger? They might not even know of her. And thats bonus." Noah nodded his head in defeat.
From then on we drove in slience, well I knew that David, Victoria and Noah were speaking to each other telepathicly, I sat in slience.

When we pulled up on to my street, I checked my watch to see the time, and make sure I made my eleven o'clock curfew. I did, by ten minutes to spare.
We pulled up into my driveway, I said my goodbyes to Victoria and David, and Noah walked me to my front door.

"Are you going to be ok?" I asked, as we walked up.
He looked at me for a moment, for a split second I expected him to spew out his worry.
But like always he was composed. "Charlotte, if my sister is correct about this..."His voice trailed.
We were now standing halfway between the Porsche and my frontdoor, when he stopped walking.
Stopping, I asked him "What?" He shook his head and smiled "It's nothing-" My jaw dropped.

The hell it was nothing. I wanted to know. Not budging from my spot, I stared at him. He let out a sigh, placed his arms around my neck, looking me in the eyes and spoke gentelly "I'll have to protect my family. And you."
I blushed.
"Come on, your Dad's going to be upset if your late on curfew." He kissed me lightly on the lips, then pulled me down the driveway to my front door.

"Please stay." I begged. I hated it when we were seperated. I knew he did too. He shook his head "I have to talk to my family about the Dianusians. They are a threat to all humans if they break the truce.".
I shook my head and asked "What are the Dianusians?" I looked into his blue eyes for some sort of quiet answer. I found nothing there.

"Why have you never mentioned them before?" I carried on in a demanding tone. He looked away from me to the Porsche, then back at me. "It's to long of a story."
Before I could say anything else, he cupped my chin and leaned in for a deep kiss.

After a moment, he slightly pulled from our embrace, leaning forward and whispered into my ear "Goodnight and sweet dreams, Charlotte." He kissed the side of my head, then turned and walked back to the Porsche, where Victoria and David were waiting.

I stood there watching them pull out of my drive way. I turned and headed inside. My older sister Chantal, came down the stairs, nearly knocking me over. She let out a mummbled "Sorry." and carried on into the kitchen.

Mom, who disapproved of my relationship with Noah, came out of the living room, her arms folded in front of her. "How was your night?" she asked. I told her we when to Notez to listen to some live music, then to the Soda Palace for pizza.

For some reason my Mother was convinced that Noah and I were sleeping together or doing something wrong. She like the rest of his family. But she was cold to him. And personally, it hurt.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Rah Rah ah ah, Ro mah ro-mah-mah, Gaga Ooh-la-la

I have Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" stuck in my head.

And I really mean its stuck in my head...

Rah rah ah-ah-ah! Ro mah ro-mah-mah! Gaga Ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance...

It is playing over and over in my head.....I actually can hear the words.

Is that normal???

The worse though was Prince's "When Doves Cry" was stuck in my head for over a week.
And I had no way of listening to it. Cause this folks was back before the era of Youtube.
Back when Napster was free.

Fuck was it really a decade ago??

Anyways

I'm chatting with Adhill and Makris. Adhill is hitting on me, which kinda bugs me, cause I don't want him. I don't want anyone. Fat people aren't allowed to have romance, well Ok they can, just not this one. I will never date anyone being fat. Its just nasty and gross.

YAY! Thom is on!

Man, my throat hurts. I think I picked up a cold from Sister and her kids. Thanks!

Well, I'm going to post something later or tomorrow. My head hurts way to much.
Until Next Time.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Bernice Bobs Her Hair

I'm currently reading some....Ok a lot of short stories by F.Scott Fitzgerald (I just completed, again "Sometimes Madness Is Wisdom" the biography of his wife Zelda and their really fucked up and sad marriage), and the one entitled "Bernice Bobs Her Hair" is making me chuckle.

Ok, one tiny part....

To keep you all updated, the story was written in 1920, is about a girl named Bernice (obviously), who goes and her visit family who live in another town. During her visit, her cousin, Marjorie complains to her mother that Bernice is a social drag and that the girl is moreless socially retarded and cannot be helped. Bernice over hears this and makes a scene and afterward, after threatening she'll leave, Marjorie agrees to take her under her wing and teach Bernice how hold interesting conversations, how to flirt with even unattractive or uninteresting boys to make herself seem more desirable, and how to dance.

Heres the part that personally just cracked me up.

Bernice best line is sexually teasing the boys by telling them she'll soon bob her hair---------And they can watch her do this.

Wow!

How innocent is that to us now? But way back when it was so scandalous. Now its a taken in joking terms. Hahaha

Anyways heres the rest, Bernice becomes a huge hit with the local boys. And a certain boy named, Warren, has shifted interest from Marjorie to Bernice, who shows him attention, whereas her cousin would use and neglect him for her own purposes. Clearly pissed off, Marjorie vows to get even (over a boy she could careless about) and decides to trick her cousin into actually bobbing her hair.

Well, the next day Bernice actually bobs her hair, and the local boys watch. However when Bernice comes out of the barbershop, the boys are taken back. And not in a good way. Her hair is flat and strange looking. Bernice puts two and two together and realizes she's been tricked.

When she goes home, her Aunt points out her new bobbed hair (which at the time was only seen on "liberated" women) would cause an issue at the upcomming party in the Aunts and Marjorie honour, as Bernice's haircut would be seen as outrageous to those in their social group. So after the relatives go to bed, Bernice packs her things and decides to take the 1am train home to Eau Claire, Wisconsin.

Before she heads out for her train, Bernice goes to Marjorie's room and cuts off her two long braided pigtails. She leaves for the train, placing the two pigtails on Warren's family porch, before catching her train ride home.


F.Scott Fitzgerald wrote the story for his sister Annabel, who was having social issues, in particularly with the boys. Realizing he had a good story, he re-wrote the ending so it would be more attractive to readers. Also he cut about 3000 words from the original text.

I gotta get Makris to read some of my short stories. I just have a really negative view on my work, which is why I hate it when people read it, I only expect the worse. Which is sad, cause most if not all of my readers from strangers to teachers all say I have talent.
Do I? And if I do, why am not seeing it?

I dunno?

My day was good. The nephews went home at noonish, Xavi has pink eye and Zane is talking about shadow people. Treymae has an interest in ghost and the unknown (I think I got this interest from her as she is my mother) and she and he had a few interesting talks. Zane told me that it had no nose and had red eyes and would smile at him. And that it wants to take Xavi (his younger brother) to the tree and that it didn't like mommy (my older sister).
This people is coming from a three year old.

Right now I just finished dishes and am watching Cirque du Soleil with Treymae. I'm semi-waiting for someone interesting to come online and talk to them about my lastest interest and laugh. Only Thom is on and I don't think he will reply. Schoolwork probably. Tony probably will be on later, same with a few others.

I really, really, really need some new or more friends. But honestly, I don't think anyone would want my friendship. Or would understand me. At least not now. I'm to fucked up. This is why I know I will never have a real relationship, a husband or children. And I really would like to have kids and a stable marriage someday. I even have their names and my wedding date picked out. But I know I'm to unattractive in a lot of ways. Could just be how I view things too.

I'm now sitting here, bored...I might do another entry later on...Maybe a short story?

Hmmm.

Well I'm done with this entry.
Until Next Time.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

To resolve, whats been resolved, is resolved.

I'm drinking some Hot Chocolate, wondering what kind of clothes I want from Wal-Mart.

I might get a cheapo outfit and some shoes. Yeah and maybe some make-up?

My nephews are over, they remind me why I'm NOT ready to be a parent. I say parent, cause anyone and I mean anyone can become a Mother or Father, but its more then just a name to be a Parent.

Also I think my sister also regrets having kids so young (20 and 21) and often feels like she has to have weekly "breaks".
Well this year she is not going to have as much as the previous year. At least with me babysitting whenever she felt the need to go out all night. Personally I don't know of any mother who wants so much time away from her kids. Though I am sure some do.

I have nothing intellegent to share. I don't feel like blogging about Celebrities now..I dunno. I am sure there are a zillion things I could go on about. But I don't or rather can't think of a thing.
Things, thats all thoughts are. Ha.

I'm chatting with Makris* and Adhill. Thom and Tony are not online or not replying. I need more friends. I feel I need a real, true friend. Anybody interested? Anyone???

I'm going to list my New Year's Resolution in advance to work on it earlier.

1.Weight Loss- I have to shed some weight I piled over the years and the weight just looks gross, or at least I think so. Man, I could've had this weight issue problem under control YEARS ago, and chose to put it off. By December 2010 I will weight between 110-120lbs. I will not be a fat 23.

2.Learn to respect myself more- Every, and I do mean every year I fail at this some way or another. I have the worse self esteem, and I don't know how that even started. I have one good, dear, patient friend who tries endlessly to get me to have more self-respect. I should take more positive remarks to heart then the negative ones. So I will try my damnest to do so. Just for them and of course more importantly myself.

3.Get my grade 12- I dropped out of school, after being expelled and never took education serious again. Until recently I want my Grade 12. I deserve my High School education alot.

4. Keep up daily with a journal/blog/Writing -This is something I must do daily and not randomly. I will buy a journal for the year and write in it. Of course that one will have more private stuff and only the people, I trust most completely, can read it. And I will complete one poem a week, one short story monthly and work more on my other stories.

5. Be more open to others- This something I really need to work on for some people, other not so much. I need to let people who actually care in and not be worried about how odd I will appear. I'm just human. I don't know why I have troubles with that.

6.Advoid the TV and Computer as much as possible- I need to spend less time on the Computer and TV and more time in a book or painting or one of my forgetten pasttimes have a thing where I need sound. Problem is I need noise. I cannot express this odd need of mine. And other time I need complete slience. I'm a weird one.

I'm not going to make a huge ass list just, just what I have and I will strive for them to be met.

Treymae and Makris are putting much into this...well the weight loss. I have good positive feeling I will have my Mind, Spirit and Body back in 2010. I think a lot of changes will happen for me in 2010. I just can't wait for the New Year.


Now I'm drinking a Jones: Berry Lemonade and about to eat dinner. I'm also considering to stop biting my nails and hacking off my hair. When my hair is straight it touches my lower back, just above my behind.

Ah so many changes and all I can do is just smile.


Until next time.



*Real peoples names have been changed for private reasons.

I Believed I Was A Salamander

Season Greetings!

I've been home now for about a day. Things are going good.

Christmas was ok this year.

Personally, it didn't feel like Christmas.

I think if I have a family I'll celebrate it on Jan.25, because it always feels like Christmas time too me round the end of Janurary.

Dunno why? Just does..

Sorry this is not long. Next one will be longer.

Promise.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

My Favourites (week 2)

This folks is going to be long. I will be posting 2 of my top 20, one for Tony and the other for Makris. Tony has asked me to do a list of my favourite top 20 albums, please keep in mind this is my choice. And Makris has asked in a comment to do 30 of my favourite slient flims, but I will be only listing 20, as those are the rules. And yes I really, really enjoy slient flims.


My Top Favorite Alblums

1.
Pink Floyd-The Wall
2. Supertramp-Crime of the Century
3. Nirvana-
Never mind
4. Oasis-(What's the Story) Morning Glory?
5. Micheal Jackson-Thiller
6. R.E.M.- Automatic for the People

7.
Radiohead
-OK Computer
8.
Fleetwood Mac
-Rumors
9.
Nirvana-In Utero
10. Hole
-Celebrity Skin
11.
The Foo Fighters-
In Your Honor
12.
Madonna-Bedtime Stories
13. Eminem-The Marshal Mathers LP
14. Eminem-The Eminem Show
15. Lady Gaga-The Fame Monster
16. The Clash London Calling
17. Madonna-Ray of Light
18.The Sex Pistols-Nevermind the Bullocks
19. Smashing Pumpkins-Siamese Dream
20. Hole-Live Through This


My Top 20 Slient Flims

1.
Modern Times
2. The Tramp

3. The Kid
4. Madame Butterfly
5. The Circus
6.The Great train Robbery
7. Pollyanna
8. Wings

9.It
10. The Wild Party
11.The Plastic Age
12.The Taxi Dancer
13. Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
14.Walking Back
15. The Big Parade
16. Orphans of the Storm
17. The Scarlet Letter
18. The Mask of Zorro
19. The Nut
20. The Hunchback of Notre Dame


Monday, December 21, 2009

Some want Spain and some want France

For those who are counting down to Christmas, they're is only 4 days left. Yay.

Right now I'm watching my oldest nephew, who turns ,3, on Jan 4.

On the 19th I turned 22. I didn't get anything special, Mom says I don't deserve a thing as I need her aide throughout the year. Same goes for Christmas.

Dad claims he'll be getting me something. I wonder what it is, if he does.

According my Uncle's statement, I apparently love one parent more then the other.
I was like "Oh yeah.". I love it when he makes judgement on matters he has no voice in.

Oh barrels of laughs.

Its not like I don't love my Mother, or Father for that matter.
I just know they never wanted me and that they don't like me. Like c'mon, my own Mother has told me she hates me to my face. And yet I am suppose to respect this person? Sorry, I have a difficult time respecting that. As for my Dad, we had a weird relationship. He favoured my sister more then he did me. I just remember I got treat poorly by him until I got older. I remember him throwing a remote at my head cause I was laughing and mom didnt do anything about it. I know for a fact he wished my mom had an abortion, my mom told me this. Somedays I think she wished it too.

Sometimes I wish they had.

Hmmm, what else is there?

I will not be posting for a few days after this post, because I will be at my Sisters for the holidays.

I wonder if I could find a weight loss calculator...Hmmm. I will search for that and post it up ASAP.

I will be over the moon if I actually achieve my goal. I have good faith I will.

You know what I do not get? Athiest who celebrate Christmas. Now how can you celebrate something you do not believe in?

Anyways I'm getting a bunch of Happy Belated Birthday wishes from people. I personally don't talk to half of these people simply because we've grown apart since High School. Some I do miss and some I don't.

Anyways thats enough bitching for one day.

Onward to the news!

Brittany Murphy has passed way at 32 years old.

From what has been reported the 8 Mile and Uptown Girls actress, who just turned 32 last month on the 10th, was found unconscious by her mother, Sharon Murphy and her husband, Simon Monjack. First off, a Mother should have NEVER found her child this way.

Her husband made the 911 call and also does not want an autopsy, but one will be preformed on the late actress. Brittany went into cardiac arrest when in the ambulance and died shortly after, from what I have read.

Overall most are in absolute shock. And can you blame them?
A young, youthful, healthy actress suddenly has died. It is been stated her death is of natural causes also.

Sad.

And on a sadder note, Murphy's number one New Year resolution for 2010? To have her first child. May she rest in peace.


Until next time.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

The List of My Top Favourites....(Week 1)

I'm like really bored.

So I've decided to start a list.

Here are the rules.

Every Saturday I make a random list of things. If anyone is read this blog, or starts reading, gets semi-interested, suggest something I haven't done.

December 19, 2009

List of Top 20 Favourite Actresses (In order)

1
. Meryl Streep
2. Kate Winslet
3. Jennifer Connelly
4. Cate Blanchett
5. Shirley MacLaine
6. Olympia Dukakis
7. Halle Berry
8. Cher
9. Kathy Bates
10. Natalie Portman
11. Bette Midler
12. Winona Ryder
13. Nicole Kidman
14. Jodie Foster
15. Drew Barrymore
16. Susan Surandon
17. Judy Garland
18. Faye Dunaway
19. Angelina Jolie
20. Courtney Love

Friday, December 18, 2009

Simple Tactics, Disarm Me

Today was my youngest nephews second birthday. It was a good time, the poor lil fella fell asleep before eating some of his cupcake-cake that my older sister made.

I'm really bored, I moreless started this blog to watch myself for a year. Also I am keeping track of my weight loss. My goal is to be 110lbs-115lbs by this time next year. I am currently a whopping --ahem-- 173lbs.

I know.

I hope I can lose the weight. I really dislike my current weight. And no, folks I am not do this to fit in. Fitting in sucks and makes you look weak.

Lets see whats on big news on my opinon.....

Just cause this is the first thing on my mind:

Courtney Love.


For those who may not know who she is, here is brief background.

Courtney Love, 45, is the one time wife of Grunge God and Nirvana frontman/songwriter, Kurt Cobain, who comitted suicide in 1994 at the age of 27, she is also the frontwoman of the band, Hole, and occasional actress (was in People VS. Larry Flynt and Man In The Moon), model and author (Princess Ai: Series and Dirty Blonde: The Diaries of Courtney Love).
While married to Cobain, they produced a daughter, Frances Bean Cobain (Born 1992).
Now Frances, 17, and has decide to leave her mothers nest for her paternal Grandmother, Wendy O'Conner, 62 and her paternal Aunt, Kimberly Cobain, 39, nest.

Shocking? No?

Now, Love, has been attacking her daughter all week on the social network, Facebook. Even going as far as saying, Frances will be the next Jamie-Lynn Spears, 18. Personally, I think Jamie-Lynn is doing a lot better then Courtney ever will.
--ahem--
Courtney news to ya, Jamie-Lynn has not lost custody of her daughter yet. Also she has not admitted to herion abuse while preggers. And not has OD in front of her child. Ms.Love, you have. Remember.

Anyways, these acts on Facebook has caused, Frances Cobain, to place a temporary restraining order against the former Hole frontwoman. Hmmm.

Frances has yet to comment on the matter. Yet her mother is telling everyone. I do feel sorry for Courtney Love. And yet I don't. The woman seems clearly unstable. I hope she gets help.

For the record, Love, has lost custody a total of 3 times in her daughters 17 years of life, starting in 1992 at a few weeks old the newborn, Frances, was taken away from parents, Kurt and Courtney. The second time was in 2003 when Love attacked her ex-lovers home and OD in from of her, then 11 year old. And now this act.

Sad.

Whats even sadder is that Courtney has forgetten that she too left home early and got emancipation at 16. I hope Frances has a healthy and stable life.



Well thats all I feel like putting up for now.

In 10 mins I'll be 22. Woooot.

Until next time.





The Twisted Mess of my Randomness

Decapitated children with oozing eyes and blistering skin, Shattered like a ghoul, saved like a soul. Menacing and taunting all they know. Damned they be, cowards like he. Hollowed out minds, detest the stand of time, pleading to be rasied from their early graves.

Twisted silver metal, Crumbles beath my crystalized hands. Burning and turning.O Mercury sulfate how you scream, Forever it beAlas nothing more, until I Dream.

As The Wind Wishes Away, Morning Glories Are Bright And Gay. Tormented Eyes Peel Away, What Is Underneath The Ground Today. Frightening Children Hide And Play, For They Not Know It's The Devil's Game.One By One They Fade Away, Laughter And Joy Is Quietus Always. As The Wind Wishes Away, A Nightingale Calls Out My Shame.

PS-I really don't why I wrote these, but its from April/May of this year. And I do not hate kids.