Even though I've been sick most of the week things have been fun. My spark for fanfiction is quickly itching back and I've been brainstorming constantly with different plot-lines and character designs. I think now that I have a clear head and a better understanding of writing things will be easier to work on! I've also been smoothing out one of my original stories called Guardian Genesis. I think I have a secret peeve for details, which is a good thing in my opinion. Honestly, I could write about a room and go on for paragraphs!
Anyway, moving on from the hobbies, some other really neat stuff happened. Out of some miracle, I went down a pants size! It was so pleasing to know working out IS helping! Right now I'm feeling so confident in myself, and it's awesome!
Tonight also had a pleasant surprise. While I was on Gmail checking my emails, one of my friends IM'd me. We've known each other for three or four years now, and have had quite a few rough spots. Me and him usually get along on par and can start aruging in seconds. I've never told any of my IRL friends this (other then my old BFF), but honestly, sometimes he's the best person in the world. He's the only friend I've ever had that's straight-up punched me, knocked me down, and gloated while being a complete gentlemen the entire time. He can be an asshole too, and sometimes I really hate him, but we always end up talking again. So when he IM'd me today and said "You're a good writer", it was... a little unnerving.
After a few seconds I realized he was serious. Then I realized I had the weirdest, smuggest look on my face. He's like a brother to me, in every single frickin' way. Even down to the read-your-diary-in-secret part.
I guess that describes how our friendship is. Ha ha.
Well, that's all for now! Sorry this post is short, but I just wanted to put up a little update because tomorrow I'll be drowning in homework and drawings. Thanks for reading,
Laura.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Creative Frenzy!
Today while relaxing I decided to draw a few things and post them on my DeviantArt. One of those things was a quick sketch of Ulquiorra (from Bleach). I thought it'd be cool to put the picture up over here!
Originally I wanted to draw him as a chibi, but obviously he isn't very "chibi-like". I still love how the sketch turned out. He doesn't have hands or a face because, one, if I drew a face it'd take forever, and two, I can't draw hands. I loved drawing his hair and clothes though. His mask was a little hard to sketch, but it turned out ok. Ulquiorra has always been easy for me to draw. :)
Lately I've been drawing all sorts of things, specifically my original characters. I've been writing a lot too! I've decided to re-write my first fan fiction because it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wrote it when I was roughly around 10 and had posted it on a site called Quizilla. It was a Bleach AU fan fiction called "People Care". I've already started to re-write it, and everything is going great!
I have to say though, the only reason my motivation spiked was because one of my very lovely online-writer friends has been incredibly supportive. Without her I probably wouldn't be re-writing it. :)
Well, that's all for now. At the moment I'm really sick and sound like a Ghoul from Fallout, so I think I'll cut it off here.
Thanks for reading,
Laura.
Originally I wanted to draw him as a chibi, but obviously he isn't very "chibi-like". I still love how the sketch turned out. He doesn't have hands or a face because, one, if I drew a face it'd take forever, and two, I can't draw hands. I loved drawing his hair and clothes though. His mask was a little hard to sketch, but it turned out ok. Ulquiorra has always been easy for me to draw. :)
Lately I've been drawing all sorts of things, specifically my original characters. I've been writing a lot too! I've decided to re-write my first fan fiction because it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wrote it when I was roughly around 10 and had posted it on a site called Quizilla. It was a Bleach AU fan fiction called "People Care". I've already started to re-write it, and everything is going great!
I have to say though, the only reason my motivation spiked was because one of my very lovely online-writer friends has been incredibly supportive. Without her I probably wouldn't be re-writing it. :)
Well, that's all for now. At the moment I'm really sick and sound like a Ghoul from Fallout, so I think I'll cut it off here.
Thanks for reading,
Laura.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
My Attempt At Third Person. Derp.
Tonight I was listening to some music and suddenly the word "meek" popped into my head. It wouldn't go away so I decided to write up a quick story in order to get rid of the itch. While I was thinking about what to write, two of my characters came up. I love them, so I decided to write a little snippet of their history. Then I decided to write in third person, which I suck royally at. The original took me about ten minutes to write but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. After going into a all-caps rage I re-wrote it, taking much less time. I actually like how it turned out, so I thought I'd document my first semi-successful third person story on this blog. It's super short, but that's ok! Anyway, read it if you want to, and if you like it I'd love it if you left a comment saying so.
WARNING: This hasn't been checked for grammar and hasn't been edited at all, so some parts may or may not be a little wacky. Enjoy!
The halls were silent, the only sound coming from the creaking windows. Outside, the November winds crashed against the fragile glass without care, threatening to break them. Everyone in the massive fortress had gone to bed hours earlier, leaving the building to seem abandoned. In the distance there was the faint sound of footsteps accompanied by a clicking sound. As the clicking continued it bounced off the walls and echoed down every corridor.
Realizing she was identifying her position, the boot's owner stopped. Swearing under her breath, the young woman slipped her boots off and apologized to her companion. He nodded briefly before continuing his pace, looking back every few minutes to make sure she was keeping up.
The cold floors seared her feet, but the woman ignored it and continued after the man. In a few minutes they arrived at a door. Curious, the young woman asked where it led. The man smiled slightly and answered in a hush tone, telling her it led to their target. Once he had said it, the woman was smiling in excitement while he took a key off his person and unlocked the door. It lazily swung open and revealed a long hall lined with doors. At the end there was a single door that looked the oldest and the most recently used.
Without hesitating the man walked through and waited for his companion, once she was through he shut the hall door and locked it in place once more. While he was doing that, the young woman had already made her way to the end of the hall and was jiggling the seconds doors handle. The man walked briskly down to her and pulled out a second key, quickly unlocking it. Like the first one, the door swung open and revealed a small room.
Struck with wonder, the young woman walked in and looked around carefully. There was a old canopy bed against the wall with a soft looking blanket covering the mattress. Without asking she walked over and sat down, nearly having a heart attack when the bed gave out a loud creak. The man stood across the room, chuckling to himself and trying to hide it behind his black turtle neck. The young woman flushed before continuing to take in the room. Other then the bed there was a desk littered with books, pictures and scattered papers along with a luxurious looking window seat. The entire room was coated in a light layer of dust, giving it an even older feeling.
She walked over and curled against the pillows provided, enjoying the comfy feel of them. The window looked out on the nearby forest while a city's lights glittered in the distance. A feeling of yearning took over her, reviving her secret dream of escaping the fortress she lived in. For the time being though, she was content with nestling in the pillows and drifting off.
From across the room the man walked over and sat down next to her, accidentally forcing a layer of dust up from the seat. She sneezed a few times then scooted over to him, resting her head on his shoulder while looking for warmth. He was only a few year older then her, looking like a young 20 year old. He was slim and tall, giving him a graceful cat-like figure. His raven black hair fell in choppy layers, ending around the bottom of his neck. His eyes always seemed to change color, but normally stayed gold. They shined even brighter against his pale skin complexion, and seemed to glow in the dark.
He thought briefly then wrapped an arm around her shoulder, trying to make both of them more comfortable. She smiled to herself then looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling in the dark. He craned down and gently kissed her, smiling slightly when her cheeks turned a light pink.
They sat together in the dark for the rest of the night, meekly exchanging kisses and eventually moving towards more intimate things. Through the entire night though, the feeling of light happiness hung in the man's heart, giving him a sense of weightlessness. Every kiss he was allowed to give her felt like a load lifted from his shoulders.
So yeah! There it is, my little short. That's all for now,
- Laura.
WARNING: This hasn't been checked for grammar and hasn't been edited at all, so some parts may or may not be a little wacky. Enjoy!
The halls were silent, the only sound coming from the creaking windows. Outside, the November winds crashed against the fragile glass without care, threatening to break them. Everyone in the massive fortress had gone to bed hours earlier, leaving the building to seem abandoned. In the distance there was the faint sound of footsteps accompanied by a clicking sound. As the clicking continued it bounced off the walls and echoed down every corridor.
Realizing she was identifying her position, the boot's owner stopped. Swearing under her breath, the young woman slipped her boots off and apologized to her companion. He nodded briefly before continuing his pace, looking back every few minutes to make sure she was keeping up.
The cold floors seared her feet, but the woman ignored it and continued after the man. In a few minutes they arrived at a door. Curious, the young woman asked where it led. The man smiled slightly and answered in a hush tone, telling her it led to their target. Once he had said it, the woman was smiling in excitement while he took a key off his person and unlocked the door. It lazily swung open and revealed a long hall lined with doors. At the end there was a single door that looked the oldest and the most recently used.
Without hesitating the man walked through and waited for his companion, once she was through he shut the hall door and locked it in place once more. While he was doing that, the young woman had already made her way to the end of the hall and was jiggling the seconds doors handle. The man walked briskly down to her and pulled out a second key, quickly unlocking it. Like the first one, the door swung open and revealed a small room.
Struck with wonder, the young woman walked in and looked around carefully. There was a old canopy bed against the wall with a soft looking blanket covering the mattress. Without asking she walked over and sat down, nearly having a heart attack when the bed gave out a loud creak. The man stood across the room, chuckling to himself and trying to hide it behind his black turtle neck. The young woman flushed before continuing to take in the room. Other then the bed there was a desk littered with books, pictures and scattered papers along with a luxurious looking window seat. The entire room was coated in a light layer of dust, giving it an even older feeling.
She walked over and curled against the pillows provided, enjoying the comfy feel of them. The window looked out on the nearby forest while a city's lights glittered in the distance. A feeling of yearning took over her, reviving her secret dream of escaping the fortress she lived in. For the time being though, she was content with nestling in the pillows and drifting off.
From across the room the man walked over and sat down next to her, accidentally forcing a layer of dust up from the seat. She sneezed a few times then scooted over to him, resting her head on his shoulder while looking for warmth. He was only a few year older then her, looking like a young 20 year old. He was slim and tall, giving him a graceful cat-like figure. His raven black hair fell in choppy layers, ending around the bottom of his neck. His eyes always seemed to change color, but normally stayed gold. They shined even brighter against his pale skin complexion, and seemed to glow in the dark.
He thought briefly then wrapped an arm around her shoulder, trying to make both of them more comfortable. She smiled to herself then looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling in the dark. He craned down and gently kissed her, smiling slightly when her cheeks turned a light pink.
They sat together in the dark for the rest of the night, meekly exchanging kisses and eventually moving towards more intimate things. Through the entire night though, the feeling of light happiness hung in the man's heart, giving him a sense of weightlessness. Every kiss he was allowed to give her felt like a load lifted from his shoulders.
So yeah! There it is, my little short. That's all for now,
- Laura.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows (SPOILERS)
Yesterday me, my sisters and my dad went to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Halfway through the movie my little sister had a panic attack and we had to leave. After lots of work, I got my dad to take us again today because me and my older sister needed to see the end. It was such a epic movie, and I can't wait to watch it a third time on DVD.
But there is something I want to say.
SNAPE. WHY DID YOU DIE. OH MY GOD. WHY DID YOU DIE. BECAUSE OF YOU I CRIED IN THE MOVIE THEATRE TWICE. YOU SHOULD HAVE KICKED VOLDEMORT'S ASS. OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU DIE. I WILL FIND ROWLING AND MAKE HER CHANGE IT. OH MY SWEET MONKEY JESUS YOU WERE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER.
Alright, now that my all-caps rage is over... It was a great movie! I know I already said it, but whatever. That's all I have to say, thanks for reading!
- Laura.
But there is something I want to say.
SNAPE. WHY DID YOU DIE. OH MY GOD. WHY DID YOU DIE. BECAUSE OF YOU I CRIED IN THE MOVIE THEATRE TWICE. YOU SHOULD HAVE KICKED VOLDEMORT'S ASS. OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU DIE. I WILL FIND ROWLING AND MAKE HER CHANGE IT. OH MY SWEET MONKEY JESUS YOU WERE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER.
Alright, now that my all-caps rage is over... It was a great movie! I know I already said it, but whatever. That's all I have to say, thanks for reading!
- Laura.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Pride
Last week something really great happened to me, I just never mentioned it. It was something I'd never gone through before, and in the end made me change the way I write. Before going to the main topic, I'm going to explain what happened to me this past week.
It started when I wrote a report for school. It was something I immediately loved writing and finished it in two hours. When it was done I looked over and felt genuinely proud of my work because the report was long and detailed.
My dad saw me and walked over, asking if he could read. I was a little nervous but handed over the papers and let him. After a minute or two he looked up and started complementing me on my work, saying things like "This sounds so professional!" and "It's really well written!". At first I didn't know if he was joking or not, and when I realized he was serious I felt absolutely amazing because it was genuine.
That night I couldn't go to sleep because I was so excited to hear my my mom (teacher) thought of it, and what grade it would get. After hearing my dad talk about it so nicely I felt so proud and wanted to see if my mom liked it too.
Sure enough the next day came and I got up for school. Like always, me and my mom sat down on our couch and began going over my homework from the previous day. When we got to the report part I was so excited and nervous while she read. Finally, after a few minutes she looked up with a big smile and said it was great. I felt so happy that moment, because I know my mom, and if the report was bad she would tell me immediately and start pointing out problems.
Then I did something I thought I'd never do.
"If you think this is good, you should read my stories."
And that was it. She took me up on that offer and I printed out one of my best projects. The project I wanted to show her was (and is) one of the best stories I've written, and I loved writing every minute of it. Obviously she didn't read it right away, in fact it took a day and a half.
The next day around 4:00, my mom was driving me to the gym. On the way there she turns to me with a big smile on her face. I laughed kind of nervously and guessed that she had read my story. Sure enough, she tells me that she read it. I asked her what she thought of it and got one hell of a answer.
She said she'd read it earlier in the day and started crying a little afterwards. I had no idea why she would cry, but didn't say anything. She went on to say that the story was great, and she's love to read more. There were other things said, but that's something I want to keep to myself.
I was so surprised, flattered and overall emotional because for the first time in my life, someone told me they liked my stories without a sarcastic smile. Of course I've been told my stories are good online and on my publishing websites, but this was IRL. I hadn't even explained the background or my story's universe to her, but my mom still liked it. That was something that meant more to me then any friend's opinion or online review. It also meant more to be because she was actually interested in the story, and asked questions about it instead of just reading it, saying it's good, then stopping.
It made me think of something, specifically my fan fictions. Fan fiction was the starting point of my writing, and in the beginning I had lots of fun with it. Over the years writing it became boring and dull. I didn't feel any pride in my fan fictions, just me goofing off and having a jolly time. It all became about pleasing other people, and getting things out quick. No thought or planning went into the work, and even though the finished product was good, it paled in comparison to my originals stories.
Every thing is different when I'm writing my stories. I work hard, spend weeks on a single chapter, edit it, go through the work, have an amazing time writing and planning, researching the facts and looking through the dictionary for new words. And in the end I feel proud of my work, I read it and think "This is good!"
As a writer, I think that if you're not happy with your work, then don't say it's finished. Don't throw it out into the public because you have a dead-line, work on it. Work on it until you're happy with the product! Because if you're not happy with it, then what's the point?
Writing fan fiction wasn't something I took pride in, and looking back at the things I published, it's gross how many bad things I posted. Of course I still like writing fan fiction, in fact I'm working on several, but for now I'm sticking to what I do best.
Ah, that was a good little rant. That's all for now. I leave you with this picture!
It started when I wrote a report for school. It was something I immediately loved writing and finished it in two hours. When it was done I looked over and felt genuinely proud of my work because the report was long and detailed.
My dad saw me and walked over, asking if he could read. I was a little nervous but handed over the papers and let him. After a minute or two he looked up and started complementing me on my work, saying things like "This sounds so professional!" and "It's really well written!". At first I didn't know if he was joking or not, and when I realized he was serious I felt absolutely amazing because it was genuine.
That night I couldn't go to sleep because I was so excited to hear my my mom (teacher) thought of it, and what grade it would get. After hearing my dad talk about it so nicely I felt so proud and wanted to see if my mom liked it too.
Sure enough the next day came and I got up for school. Like always, me and my mom sat down on our couch and began going over my homework from the previous day. When we got to the report part I was so excited and nervous while she read. Finally, after a few minutes she looked up with a big smile and said it was great. I felt so happy that moment, because I know my mom, and if the report was bad she would tell me immediately and start pointing out problems.
Then I did something I thought I'd never do.
"If you think this is good, you should read my stories."
And that was it. She took me up on that offer and I printed out one of my best projects. The project I wanted to show her was (and is) one of the best stories I've written, and I loved writing every minute of it. Obviously she didn't read it right away, in fact it took a day and a half.
The next day around 4:00, my mom was driving me to the gym. On the way there she turns to me with a big smile on her face. I laughed kind of nervously and guessed that she had read my story. Sure enough, she tells me that she read it. I asked her what she thought of it and got one hell of a answer.
She said she'd read it earlier in the day and started crying a little afterwards. I had no idea why she would cry, but didn't say anything. She went on to say that the story was great, and she's love to read more. There were other things said, but that's something I want to keep to myself.
I was so surprised, flattered and overall emotional because for the first time in my life, someone told me they liked my stories without a sarcastic smile. Of course I've been told my stories are good online and on my publishing websites, but this was IRL. I hadn't even explained the background or my story's universe to her, but my mom still liked it. That was something that meant more to me then any friend's opinion or online review. It also meant more to be because she was actually interested in the story, and asked questions about it instead of just reading it, saying it's good, then stopping.
It made me think of something, specifically my fan fictions. Fan fiction was the starting point of my writing, and in the beginning I had lots of fun with it. Over the years writing it became boring and dull. I didn't feel any pride in my fan fictions, just me goofing off and having a jolly time. It all became about pleasing other people, and getting things out quick. No thought or planning went into the work, and even though the finished product was good, it paled in comparison to my originals stories.
Every thing is different when I'm writing my stories. I work hard, spend weeks on a single chapter, edit it, go through the work, have an amazing time writing and planning, researching the facts and looking through the dictionary for new words. And in the end I feel proud of my work, I read it and think "This is good!"
As a writer, I think that if you're not happy with your work, then don't say it's finished. Don't throw it out into the public because you have a dead-line, work on it. Work on it until you're happy with the product! Because if you're not happy with it, then what's the point?
Writing fan fiction wasn't something I took pride in, and looking back at the things I published, it's gross how many bad things I posted. Of course I still like writing fan fiction, in fact I'm working on several, but for now I'm sticking to what I do best.
Ah, that was a good little rant. That's all for now. I leave you with this picture!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
How Does It Work?
When we listen to music, no matter what kind, it normally draws out a emotional reaction depending on the song. Lately I've wondered, why does music have that affect on us? Is it just our brain responding to the vibrations of the sound and tempo or something else? Why is it that when we listen to "sad" songs we start feeling the shadow of that emotion, sometimes strong, sometimes weak?
A few days ago my sister wanted to watch Spirited Away, a Japanese movie I'd gotten for one of my early birthdays. During a scene in the beginning of the movie one of the theme songs started to play, a calm piano song called "One Summer's Day". Out of nowhere I started getting teary-eyed and had to hide my face behind my lap-top's computer screen, which was really weird for me. I normally never cry during movies or sad things, so this was a little shocking. Maybe I reacted that way because of the memories I have connected with that song.
My mom gave me the movie on my 5th or 6th birthday, and I loved it. I didn't obsess over it, or become a fan girl, I remember treasuring it. I don't even remember watching the movie, but I do remember that I connected to it. Maybe that's why the song made me react that way, but still, it doesn't explain much.
There are tons of songs out there that have sparked emotion in me, rock songs, metal, pop, Japanese, and hundreds of lyric-less songs. I still don't know why though. What is it in music that draws out emotion? Even in the simplest songs in old video games drew reactions from me, like the original Zelda theme on the GameBoy, or the Okage: Shadow King soundtrack on the PS2!
I know for a fact that other people react to music the same way as me, from browsing YouTube comments to talking face-to-face with people, it's a fact. But why? Does music stimulate a part of the brain and automatically trigger emotion?
There's probably a biologist out there who could answer me, but I like to ponder! Anyway, that's it for now, I'm done ranting for today. This is just something that I've been thinking about. :)
- Laura.
A few days ago my sister wanted to watch Spirited Away, a Japanese movie I'd gotten for one of my early birthdays. During a scene in the beginning of the movie one of the theme songs started to play, a calm piano song called "One Summer's Day". Out of nowhere I started getting teary-eyed and had to hide my face behind my lap-top's computer screen, which was really weird for me. I normally never cry during movies or sad things, so this was a little shocking. Maybe I reacted that way because of the memories I have connected with that song.
My mom gave me the movie on my 5th or 6th birthday, and I loved it. I didn't obsess over it, or become a fan girl, I remember treasuring it. I don't even remember watching the movie, but I do remember that I connected to it. Maybe that's why the song made me react that way, but still, it doesn't explain much.
There are tons of songs out there that have sparked emotion in me, rock songs, metal, pop, Japanese, and hundreds of lyric-less songs. I still don't know why though. What is it in music that draws out emotion? Even in the simplest songs in old video games drew reactions from me, like the original Zelda theme on the GameBoy, or the Okage: Shadow King soundtrack on the PS2!
I know for a fact that other people react to music the same way as me, from browsing YouTube comments to talking face-to-face with people, it's a fact. But why? Does music stimulate a part of the brain and automatically trigger emotion?
There's probably a biologist out there who could answer me, but I like to ponder! Anyway, that's it for now, I'm done ranting for today. This is just something that I've been thinking about. :)
- Laura.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Yeeeeeeessssss
My dad just read one of the reports I did and said it was something you'd expect from a critic, and that it's well written and would pass just fine in highschool. It wasn't my best work.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
This post proves I'm a internet nerd. If you know why, well then...
I had another lovely day! I had some epic pizza and the guy serving us was so funny and nice all I could think was "GOOD SIR, MAY WE BE FRIENDS?" Ha ha. It was fun. I also got a bunch of manga :3
Well, anyway, the reason I made this post is because I just got a special message.
I don't know why this makes me happy! In case you can't read it, it says "I generally don't review. In fact I generally just read smut anyway. But I really love this fanfiction, and I can't wait for it to continue." I get lots of reviews on this story, most of them very flattering, but I haven't gotten any in awhile. It just made my day to read this :3 Also, I wasn't planning to continue writing this story, but now I have to because this was my reaction after reading it.
"I MUST WRITE TONIGHT!"
<yay for meme faces!> So yeah. Now I have to write more, plus, I sent her a reply saying it'd be out in a week or two. Oh man, this is gonna behard fun! I have 3+ reports to write and four books to read. //dies.
Thanks for reading,
Laura.
Well, anyway, the reason I made this post is because I just got a special message.
I don't know why this makes me happy! In case you can't read it, it says "I generally don't review. In fact I generally just read smut anyway. But I really love this fanfiction, and I can't wait for it to continue." I get lots of reviews on this story, most of them very flattering, but I haven't gotten any in awhile. It just made my day to read this :3 Also, I wasn't planning to continue writing this story, but now I have to because this was my reaction after reading it.
"I MUST WRITE TONIGHT!"
<yay for meme faces!> So yeah. Now I have to write more, plus, I sent her a reply saying it'd be out in a week or two. Oh man, this is gonna be
Thanks for reading,
Laura.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Busy Busy Day!
Today was absolutely lovely!
In the morning my mom took me out into the country for her choir practice, and on the way there we stopped at a cafe and got drinks and snacks. I got a iced-green tea and a raspberry-chocolate bread treat, it was sooo yummy.
Once we got to the choir practice area I went off and did some homework while my mom sang. It was nice because we've had a lot of rain so every thing was green and fresh! After that I read my book until my mom finished.
When choir was over we drove up into town and went to my favorite place; Barns & Noble. I got a manga and a crap load of school books, and even a little Writer's Challenge book! We ate at the stores cafe, which had stupidly good food, and chatted. Now I know I can learn Italian! While talking my mom asked me what language I wanted to learn, and I chose the language of Italy! It's gonna be so fun to learn.
I took a nap on the way home and watched Say Yes To The Dress once we got home. Once that was done I went back to my homework. Then something really weird happened!
Me, my mom, and my little sister drove to my older sisters high school. She was having a mini-concert with the rest of the band, and the school's football team was playing. First off, oh my sweet-monkey jezuz. Jocks are so intimidating, and foul smelling. Mostly intimidating. While walking up to the stadium the entire foot-ball team walked up from behind us and charged forward. I was walking on the edge of the path the entire time, trying to stay out of their way. Once we got our seats it was noisy as hell because the drummers were banging around as much as possible (TWSS). We stayed for an hour or so then left. Man, the entire time I was just observing all the different students, which are very weird.
There were girls who had stuffed their bra's so badly it was just sad to look at, and other that really didn't need too. There were tall teens, short teen, thin ones and big ones, and even one guy who was wearing a bright neon pink beanie. It was a weird trip. Haha xD
And that brings us to the present, right now, as I'm writing this! A few minutes ago I posted some things to my DeviantART account, nothing special, just some doodles made on Picnik.
That's all for now! Thanks for reading,
Laura.
-A Link To My dA-
http://12mizu.deviantart.com/
In the morning my mom took me out into the country for her choir practice, and on the way there we stopped at a cafe and got drinks and snacks. I got a iced-green tea and a raspberry-chocolate bread treat, it was sooo yummy.
Once we got to the choir practice area I went off and did some homework while my mom sang. It was nice because we've had a lot of rain so every thing was green and fresh! After that I read my book until my mom finished.
When choir was over we drove up into town and went to my favorite place; Barns & Noble. I got a manga and a crap load of school books, and even a little Writer's Challenge book! We ate at the stores cafe, which had stupidly good food, and chatted. Now I know I can learn Italian! While talking my mom asked me what language I wanted to learn, and I chose the language of Italy! It's gonna be so fun to learn.
I took a nap on the way home and watched Say Yes To The Dress once we got home. Once that was done I went back to my homework. Then something really weird happened!
Me, my mom, and my little sister drove to my older sisters high school. She was having a mini-concert with the rest of the band, and the school's football team was playing. First off, oh my sweet-monkey jezuz. Jocks are so intimidating, and foul smelling. Mostly intimidating. While walking up to the stadium the entire foot-ball team walked up from behind us and charged forward. I was walking on the edge of the path the entire time, trying to stay out of their way. Once we got our seats it was noisy as hell because the drummers were banging around as much as possible (TWSS). We stayed for an hour or so then left. Man, the entire time I was just observing all the different students, which are very weird.
There were girls who had stuffed their bra's so badly it was just sad to look at, and other that really didn't need too. There were tall teens, short teen, thin ones and big ones, and even one guy who was wearing a bright neon pink beanie. It was a weird trip. Haha xD
And that brings us to the present, right now, as I'm writing this! A few minutes ago I posted some things to my DeviantART account, nothing special, just some doodles made on Picnik.
That's all for now! Thanks for reading,
Laura.
-A Link To My dA-
http://12mizu.deviantart.com/
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Gym Stumbling and Writer's Workshop
Today I found out I was going to be able to go to a writer's workshop with a teacher who sounds pretty cool. I'm really happy about going because it sounds really fun, and I learned that one of the moms is bringing her daughter! Maybe we'll be able to chat. It'd be fun to chat with another young writer, hopefully she's around my age.
The first class is next month, a few towns down from where I live. It's a all day thing, and sometimes there are other times when the group gets together (the teacher is just a visitor, I think.) and they all read and review each others work! My mom has been there and says it's really fun and all the people are nice. I really can't wait to start going! This is also a great way for me to get impartial opinions on my stories!
Later on in the afternoon I went to the gym and had a very short workout. Why? I didn't have anything to drink the entire day other then a cup of coke. I was so dehydrated I got dizzy and my stomach twisted up. I felt really bad leaving early, but I couldn't keep going. My mom drove me home and I chugged down few bottles of water. I feel much better now, so that'd good.
Tonight I think I'll try writing some more of my story, Bellicose In France. I have two chapers' so far, and it's pretty fun. Lately I haven't had much time to write, between the gym, school, and cleaning, there just hasn't been enough time. It makes me a little sad but I guess it's for the better. I have been drawing a lot though, my notebook is quickly filling up. I'm starting to really like how my doodles are coming out. If I can get a good camera (my cell phone is totalled) I think I take some pictures of my doodles, clean them up, and post them on my DeviantART. All the stuff I have on there isn't anything I'm actually proud of.
In other news, I think I'm officially in love with a song. It's one of my top 10 favorites, and I first heard it in the Assassin's Creed: Revelations trailer. It's called Iron, by Woodkid. Every time I listen to it I start liking it more! Maybe one day I'll post a list of my top 10 songs, I think it'd be fun. My taste in music varies, much I've always like the more dramatic, comedic, rock metal, soundtrack, or eerie kind. And when I say eerie, I mean Creature Feature's "Gory Demise" kind of eerie. I've always like things with heavy beats, you know, lots of drums. Three Days Grace is one of my favorite bands, I have all of their Cd's. One day I'll get a shirt and poster! I've also started liking "creepy carnival" music.. Weird huh?
All right I'm going to stop now before I rant too much.
Thanks for reading,
Laura.
The first class is next month, a few towns down from where I live. It's a all day thing, and sometimes there are other times when the group gets together (the teacher is just a visitor, I think.) and they all read and review each others work! My mom has been there and says it's really fun and all the people are nice. I really can't wait to start going! This is also a great way for me to get impartial opinions on my stories!
Later on in the afternoon I went to the gym and had a very short workout. Why? I didn't have anything to drink the entire day other then a cup of coke. I was so dehydrated I got dizzy and my stomach twisted up. I felt really bad leaving early, but I couldn't keep going. My mom drove me home and I chugged down few bottles of water. I feel much better now, so that'd good.
Tonight I think I'll try writing some more of my story, Bellicose In France. I have two chapers' so far, and it's pretty fun. Lately I haven't had much time to write, between the gym, school, and cleaning, there just hasn't been enough time. It makes me a little sad but I guess it's for the better. I have been drawing a lot though, my notebook is quickly filling up. I'm starting to really like how my doodles are coming out. If I can get a good camera (my cell phone is totalled) I think I take some pictures of my doodles, clean them up, and post them on my DeviantART. All the stuff I have on there isn't anything I'm actually proud of.
In other news, I think I'm officially in love with a song. It's one of my top 10 favorites, and I first heard it in the Assassin's Creed: Revelations trailer. It's called Iron, by Woodkid. Every time I listen to it I start liking it more! Maybe one day I'll post a list of my top 10 songs, I think it'd be fun. My taste in music varies, much I've always like the more dramatic, comedic, rock metal, soundtrack, or eerie kind. And when I say eerie, I mean Creature Feature's "Gory Demise" kind of eerie. I've always like things with heavy beats, you know, lots of drums. Three Days Grace is one of my favorite bands, I have all of their Cd's. One day I'll get a shirt and poster! I've also started liking "creepy carnival" music.. Weird huh?
All right I'm going to stop now before I rant too much.
Thanks for reading,
Laura.
Monday, August 8, 2011
I'm Feeling Philosophical and Wise.
So lately I've been thinking about a lot of things, mostly religion, the future, and my personal morals. Weird stuff for a thirteen year old to think about, huh? Well, considering my mother is a Buddhist monk and my dad is a pacifist, and every thing else, in a way it is normal. I wanted to make a post about this because I want to be able to come back and read my thoughts once I'm older, and see how much I change over the years. I'm sorry if my opinions or thoughts offend you or your religion, but this is just what a think.
I'll start off with religion. No one other then my mother has a certified religious status, and no one really cares. We all go to a UU church, but not that often, so it doesn't count in my opinion. Personally, I've never been a big fan of religion. I think it'd because from a young age I've only seen the "bad" kinds, and so for awhile my mind was set on hating people of certain religions. Christians being one of them. As I've grown up though, my view and opinions on things have changed. It was really, really stupid of me to continuously hate any Christian I came across just because I disagreed with them, and I'm so thankful I got out of that.
Moving on. Lately I've thinking about two things that Christianity seems to focus on a lot, Heaven and Hell. The idea of being sent into a place like hell must have really scared people back in the day, and even now in modern time some people are probably scared. The only way you could avoid going was to follow the righteous path, and through that you would go to Heaven.
Then I started thinking, "If there's no Heaven or Hell, where do we go?" We decompose and fade into the earth, most likely buried in a local cemetery. As for our conscious, it just ends. Black. Absolutely nothing. That's a scary thought, isn't it? That once we die, there nothing waiting ahead. It's hard to imagine, and it honestly scared the crap out of me. So then I started thinking, "What if Heaven and Hell are real?" Instantly, I felt better. Even if I were placed in Hell, it would be somewhere. I'd still be conscious, still able to think and move.
Shortly after that, I started wondering if some people believe in those places simply for comfort. To put all their heart and souls into believing it, as some sort of salvation. In a way I'd like there to be some sort of after-life, some place that I'd go to after my life as Laura ends. Reincarnation is a nice thought, and it's something that I believe in. Back to the point. Maybe some people do follow the religion of Christianity for closure, maybe not even consciously. Alright, that's all I have to say.
Secondly, my morals. Where to start, where to start... I have so many different morals concerning all sorts of things. I think it might be easier to make a list, it's not nearly as professional as writing them all down separately, but it's quicker and straight to the point. Alright, here we go.
1. Sex Under 17. Under aged sex is becoming a huge thing, and honestly, it's pretty disgusting. I know other thirteen year olds' who have already done all sorts of things, and have heard about people much younger turning up with active HIV's and young pregnancy. It's something people need to take seriously. Not to mention it's all everyone talks about any more (well, as far as 70% of teenagers go), and it's distracting in school and disturbing at home. I know a little girl, she just turned 11, and her mother is going to let her read lemons (smut). Honestly, that is wrong on so many levels.
2. Kids under 13 Need Using Adult Language. This takes a bit of explaining. Of course I'm ok with other kids my age saying 'crap', or 'bullshit', that's normal. And hell, we even say f**k every once and awhile, but if theres one thing we don't do, it's parade around and say it openly. What bothers me most is when I see 8-12 year old marching around swearing like no tomorrow, and their parents doing nothing. That is absolutely horrible parenting. Once again, I used to know an 11 year old girl who would say f**k all the time, even in the presence of her mother. Her 8 year old brother said it too! When their mother didn't even twitch I was blown away, I mean, how could a parent sit there and do nothing?! Anyone under the age of 13 shouldn't be saying anything but 'crap'.
3. No School. Oh my lord this one bugs the hell out of me. People who don't go to school, or use the term "UN-Schooled". People in America are dumb enough without people deciding to skip out of lessons because their to lazy. Kid's need education, they need it as much as food and water. I've seen kid's who are in 8th grade and still can't spell! That's ridiculous. Parents need to either send their kids to school or actually home-school them. And when I say actually school them, I mean setting a schedule, working 8 hours a day and doing it every day. UN-Schooling is just a term for parents when they just don't care to take care of their kids.
Those are some of my morals. Of course there are many more, but I honestly don't want to bore you. Morals are very important things to me, and I will treasure them forever.
Thirdly, the future. Honestly, there's so much to talk about here I need to skip it. I could probably take all the space above and devote it to my opinion on The Future, but this post is already getting long. I may make another post some other time following this up, but not tonight. I need to get ready for tomorrow.
Thank you for reading,
Laura.
I'll start off with religion. No one other then my mother has a certified religious status, and no one really cares. We all go to a UU church, but not that often, so it doesn't count in my opinion. Personally, I've never been a big fan of religion. I think it'd because from a young age I've only seen the "bad" kinds, and so for awhile my mind was set on hating people of certain religions. Christians being one of them. As I've grown up though, my view and opinions on things have changed. It was really, really stupid of me to continuously hate any Christian I came across just because I disagreed with them, and I'm so thankful I got out of that.
Moving on. Lately I've thinking about two things that Christianity seems to focus on a lot, Heaven and Hell. The idea of being sent into a place like hell must have really scared people back in the day, and even now in modern time some people are probably scared. The only way you could avoid going was to follow the righteous path, and through that you would go to Heaven.
Then I started thinking, "If there's no Heaven or Hell, where do we go?" We decompose and fade into the earth, most likely buried in a local cemetery. As for our conscious, it just ends. Black. Absolutely nothing. That's a scary thought, isn't it? That once we die, there nothing waiting ahead. It's hard to imagine, and it honestly scared the crap out of me. So then I started thinking, "What if Heaven and Hell are real?" Instantly, I felt better. Even if I were placed in Hell, it would be somewhere. I'd still be conscious, still able to think and move.
Shortly after that, I started wondering if some people believe in those places simply for comfort. To put all their heart and souls into believing it, as some sort of salvation. In a way I'd like there to be some sort of after-life, some place that I'd go to after my life as Laura ends. Reincarnation is a nice thought, and it's something that I believe in. Back to the point. Maybe some people do follow the religion of Christianity for closure, maybe not even consciously. Alright, that's all I have to say.
Secondly, my morals. Where to start, where to start... I have so many different morals concerning all sorts of things. I think it might be easier to make a list, it's not nearly as professional as writing them all down separately, but it's quicker and straight to the point. Alright, here we go.
1. Sex Under 17. Under aged sex is becoming a huge thing, and honestly, it's pretty disgusting. I know other thirteen year olds' who have already done all sorts of things, and have heard about people much younger turning up with active HIV's and young pregnancy. It's something people need to take seriously. Not to mention it's all everyone talks about any more (well, as far as 70% of teenagers go), and it's distracting in school and disturbing at home. I know a little girl, she just turned 11, and her mother is going to let her read lemons (smut). Honestly, that is wrong on so many levels.
2. Kids under 13 Need Using Adult Language. This takes a bit of explaining. Of course I'm ok with other kids my age saying 'crap', or 'bullshit', that's normal. And hell, we even say f**k every once and awhile, but if theres one thing we don't do, it's parade around and say it openly. What bothers me most is when I see 8-12 year old marching around swearing like no tomorrow, and their parents doing nothing. That is absolutely horrible parenting. Once again, I used to know an 11 year old girl who would say f**k all the time, even in the presence of her mother. Her 8 year old brother said it too! When their mother didn't even twitch I was blown away, I mean, how could a parent sit there and do nothing?! Anyone under the age of 13 shouldn't be saying anything but 'crap'.
3. No School. Oh my lord this one bugs the hell out of me. People who don't go to school, or use the term "UN-Schooled". People in America are dumb enough without people deciding to skip out of lessons because their to lazy. Kid's need education, they need it as much as food and water. I've seen kid's who are in 8th grade and still can't spell! That's ridiculous. Parents need to either send their kids to school or actually home-school them. And when I say actually school them, I mean setting a schedule, working 8 hours a day and doing it every day. UN-Schooling is just a term for parents when they just don't care to take care of their kids.
Those are some of my morals. Of course there are many more, but I honestly don't want to bore you. Morals are very important things to me, and I will treasure them forever.
Thirdly, the future. Honestly, there's so much to talk about here I need to skip it. I could probably take all the space above and devote it to my opinion on The Future, but this post is already getting long. I may make another post some other time following this up, but not tonight. I need to get ready for tomorrow.
Thank you for reading,
Laura.
Merry First Day of School! (short post)
Bwaahahahahahahahahah! You have no idea how happy I am right now. NO IDEA <creepily stares>. Today I went to the gym with my mom for PE and absolutely destroyed my record of the treadmill, crunch count, and weight-lifting! It was so awesome.
I set the back weight lifter (a machine where you have to push with your knees in order to push your back all the way down, with the pressure of weight) on 85lbs, and absolutely pwned it. I did some Sets of thirty for awhile then popped off.
On the treadmill I went for the "climb" (incline) setting, started going 4 miles per-hour, and went vertically uphill on level 11 (it goes to 15) for thirty minutes. I swear to god if I went any longer my ankles would've snapped. Since I was going up so much, all of my weight was forced back onto my ankles, making it pretty hard sometimes. Afterwards I was so proud. :3
Let's see, ah yes, the crunch machine. I didn't get as far as the other ones, but it was still awesome. I crunched with the weight setting on 56lbs. It was pretty mellow, but I'm still happy.
Compared to how much I did when I first started going, this is a mother effin' miracle. I'm so happy, and proud. I think my machine records are pretty damn great for a chubby, Dwarf-Like, thirteen-year old girl. Although... I one of my old friends who's a tad younger then me (a few months) could barely lift 50lbs, and she was way healthier then me. Maybe it's just because I've been working out for awhile. I've always been strong :3 Ah, well, I'm done ranting now. Oh! One more thing.
How was every one's first day of school? My sisters and I had a pretty interesting morning, ha ha. I'm really excited for the school year to get going, right now I'm prepping for high school. Next year I'll be going to my sisters, it'll be awesome. Today was really fun, I did some Vocab, Math, History, Writing, and Art (speaking of art, I finally drew my OC Emily in good detail. It's awesome). I had to stop early though because my little sister came home <sad face> Anyway, I hope every one else had a great day. School is one of the most important things, even if it can be hard. I can't wait for college.
That's all for now,
Laura.
I set the back weight lifter (a machine where you have to push with your knees in order to push your back all the way down, with the pressure of weight) on 85lbs, and absolutely pwned it. I did some Sets of thirty for awhile then popped off.
On the treadmill I went for the "climb" (incline) setting, started going 4 miles per-hour, and went vertically uphill on level 11 (it goes to 15) for thirty minutes. I swear to god if I went any longer my ankles would've snapped. Since I was going up so much, all of my weight was forced back onto my ankles, making it pretty hard sometimes. Afterwards I was so proud. :3
Let's see, ah yes, the crunch machine. I didn't get as far as the other ones, but it was still awesome. I crunched with the weight setting on 56lbs. It was pretty mellow, but I'm still happy.
Compared to how much I did when I first started going, this is a mother effin' miracle. I'm so happy, and proud. I think my machine records are pretty damn great for a chubby, Dwarf-Like, thirteen-year old girl. Although... I one of my old friends who's a tad younger then me (a few months) could barely lift 50lbs, and she was way healthier then me. Maybe it's just because I've been working out for awhile. I've always been strong :3 Ah, well, I'm done ranting now. Oh! One more thing.
How was every one's first day of school? My sisters and I had a pretty interesting morning, ha ha. I'm really excited for the school year to get going, right now I'm prepping for high school. Next year I'll be going to my sisters, it'll be awesome. Today was really fun, I did some Vocab, Math, History, Writing, and Art (speaking of art, I finally drew my OC Emily in good detail. It's awesome). I had to stop early though because my little sister came home <sad face> Anyway, I hope every one else had a great day. School is one of the most important things, even if it can be hard. I can't wait for college.
That's all for now,
Laura.
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