Creative writing

Its hard but quite fun, im just bummed because we have to follow "rules" I am more of a free verse kind of girl anyway.

perhaps though in time we may see,
the things that will be,
understand the things that were,
or even correct the wrongs that we have let go astray,
It may not be today,
nor tomorrow,
but years from now when our children,
are grown and wise they can look back on what we did,
and declare that our generation was not a waste after all,
but spread our hands,
and opened our hearts to a world,
that is not shrowded in the darkness of hate or war,
but glows with peace and contentment.

you see I made that up all by myself right on the spot, man I am going to be famous some day :)

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My weekend was actually pretty intense...Intense drama while hanging 10,000ft in the air to be exact. I was involved in 1 acts this weekend and acted Fri. and Sat, bolth went exeptionally well. Friday I partied at Max and Erma's with the cast and crew. That involved an epic incident including, getting epicly lost, speeding, almost killing everyone in my car, a lucky fork, a hot waiter, a fizzy watermellon, granny, and a lost wallet. (there will be a short story about this soon im sure)

Saterday, included going to see the movie Coroline, it was fantastic! I paid with a random movie ticket I ended up finding on a random shelf at borders, which included 10$off so I actually saw the movie for free with a friend, after the movie I realized it was 6:30 and I had to be ready and there in 30 min! So I ended up having my boyfriend drive while I attempted to completly change my clothes in the car (thanks for making it akward) Then the night intaled a stinky box, poping Kramer Lindsly's bubble, garlic mashed potato's, and an akward conversation with my boyfriend's mother.

Sunday, I slept really late 11am, woke my boyfriend up, went to China 1 for lunch (mmmmm noodles), went for a walk in the park, toured the mannor house, made some dinner, talked about college with mom, ran back to boyfriends house for keys to the church, came home and got distracted by the internet. College is going to be really intensly hard to figure out for me, conidering I have the attention span of a hampster on crack for sure. I am never satisfied with anything so, I cant choose my college or my major (its changed twice this year). And now its 11:05 and I have caught myself monologing which is pretty bad for me. Here is some creative writing to contribute to the rant.

Winds of the hourglass

Where are the winds of fate going to take me,

I feel like I am going nowhere,

Almost like I don't have what takes to survive the journey,

I shouldn't have to worry now,

There is nothing I can do,

Yet,

I may be weak,

But the weak become the strong,

Perhaps only the strong survive,

like the stars that hold up the sky,

maybie its my fate to fall before them,

or is it my destany to rise above them.

people are very childish

So I noticed today while I was in the bathroom, the entire wall of the bathroom was covered with graffiti! Really people, graffiti? Still drawing on the walls at 15-18, how old are people really 2? "Oh my gosh guys I just wrote the F word on the bathroom stall wall, I'm so like cool *giggle*" Come ON how mature are people to deface their school, people complain all the time about our school and how we have graffiti, if people didn't deface public property thinking it was cool we wouldn't have this problem now would we.

I hate ignorant childish people...A LOT!

http://srilla.blogspot.com/

While I was searching around blogger I came across this particular blog. Dream, I loved the picture that was posted, it really brought me back to my roots with writing and how it all started with a picture. Her recollection of dreams and how they related to her actually related to me and my blog. It was written in a style that I tend to copy, dreamy, happy, bubbly, etc. I really enjoyed it even though there was only one picture and one post. Well, doing the assignment at 10:48pm kind of messes with your perception on things big and small. Oh well, I enjoyed it now and perhaps I will enjoy it later.

Fear can make you sick

last Wed. I began to feel ill, yet my doctor would not be in the office to treat me until the following Monday. I have been quietly miserable for the past 5 days, I have practiced from 3-5 every day I have traveled 200 miles from home, I preformed like it was my last time (yet there is still 2 more to go) Apparently some people are tired of my "whining" well I finally "whined" to my doctor and now I am scheduled for an ultrasound (no I am NOT pregnant thank you) a dye test for my kidneys, and several blood panels. Truth be told I should not be worried about what they will find but I got to thinking for a long period of time and I am now rather frightened for my already shakey health. Blogging I find is actually helps me write good poems, and short stories; because instead of having things floating around in my head, my ideas are floating around on the internet a place where I can easily navigate and find again.

Golly gee wiz I do love the internet

That should have been my last breath

I didn't see the light change,
I didn't see the other driver,
I should have been looking,
my eyes should have been sharper,
All I saw was the black pavement,
Then I saw the headlights,
My short life flashed before me,
birthday parties, girls night out, my first kiss, my last breath
I wish I had more time to say goodbye before I go,
But it looks like my number has been drawn,
I silently thank God for my opportunity for life,
I'm just angry that I threw it all away on a red light,
But in the time it takes for my heart to beat,
my foot slams on the breaks,
His green SUV gleams in my headlights,
Less than an inch from death,
A single tear rolls down my face,
One more breath fills my lungs,
that should have been my last breath,
But it looks my guardian angel has protected me again,
As I drive away I think about life and what it means to me,
I'm obviously destined to do great things,
but one thing is for sure,
That should have been my last breath,
And I will never waste it on a red light.

Tonight I should have died, but in a pure stroke of luck I managed to get through yet again without a scratch. Its a wonder to me, I have gotten into so many incidents that should have taken my life, hit by a car, head injurys, near drowning, trapped, poision. I belive in a higher power, but tonight I saw God in the headlights of an SUV.

life with no cell phone.

To me Blackberry's are the most advanced and awsome phone I have ever laid my hands on. I recieved one for Christmas from my father, two days later I went to the mall to see Twilight; well karma must have come back around in the worst way possible when my phone got run over by a car in the parking lot, it is almost Feburary and still no phone. But I notice I am a happier person without my phone. I don't have the urge to text in school, random people are not calling me at random hours of the night, I am not obsessing over missing a call, or calling someone else and I just generally feel better about my whole situation. Its funny how life works out that way, I wouldn't mind getting my cell phone back. *bell rings* Gotta go!