See, the thing about being a writer...

So here I am. It is 3 o' clock in the morning, and I'm sitting here thinking. Really deeply. One thing I keep thinking about is relationships. Like, what would it have been like if I had dated this person. Or what about that person? Who even knows? So I'm laying here basically playing out this whole relationship in my head. The first date, the first kiss, the first fight, the ups, the downs, and even the damned breakup. There is this one girl, who will remain unnamed, that I think about going all the way through life with. I mean including marriage, buying a house. Maybe even kids. I know it will never happen, but I still like to think about it. Just kind of a, "What would that be like?" kinda thing. But, being a writer, I think of every. single. detail. The dress she wears. The food we eat. The feel of her palm as I hold her hand. It's not enough to write a full story on though. I might try it. I would have to replace names, and even then, people who know me could still probably figure it out. And to be honest, it sucks. The whole, playing-out-relationships-in-my-head thing. I mean, I want to sleep dammit! Anyway... I wish that I could talk a bit more about this, but... I already kind of got my point across... I think. Maybe YOU. The reader. Should try it.

Aaron

Aaron began to nervously pace around his hotel room. It was approximately 2 AM. He had not gotten a proper nights sleep in two… Three? Either two or three years. Ever since HE had shown up, his life had been a living hell. Constantly on the move, Aaron basically lived in hotels or his car. He had been suffering from hallucinations, and he was unable to hold a job. Aaron walked to the bathroom, lowered his head into the sink, and coughed. He coughed for a couple of minutes. He eventually started to cough up blood. He was so sick of this. He walked over to the mirror and looked at himself. He was pale, thin, and looked sick. After staring at himself for a few seconds, he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He whipped around facing the room and saw… Nothing. He sighed with relief. Maybe he should go outside, and take a walk, and clear his head. He turned towards the door. Something was between him and the door. I could describe it to you, but it’s physical appearance cannot describe the fear that accompanies this creature.   It was tall. Very tall. It was humanoid in shape although it was anything but. It wore a dark suit. Where his face should have been was nothing but pale white skin. Aaron stared, paralyzed with fear. He immediately doubled over in pain and began to cough up blood. He fell to his knees as he lost consciousness.

More Afterlife Stuff

Ned was getting used to being in Skyrim. Ever since he had woken up on that cart to Helgen he had felt more free and alive then he ever had. He felt most alive when he was fighting. Swinging his two handed steel greatsword made him feel like a new man. He was stronger too. It felt like he was 20 years younger. Some moments though had their downsides. Like this one. Right now Ned was sneaking around a cave that a bunch of bandits had holed up in. He stepped through the corridor and drew his bow. There was only one bandit in this room. He pulled back the bow string with ease, and released. The arrow whistled through the air, and killed the bandit before he had time to scream. Instantly Ned dropped to one knee. He saw a memory from a previous life. He was fighting several creatures. They looked a lot like the orcs that he had met in Skyrim already. He was cleaving through them with ease. He looked to his sides and saw two very short men. They couldn't have been more than three and a half feet. They had collar length curly hair and were helping him kill the orcs. Ned turned around and saw one orc that was different from the rest. This one looked meaner, crueller. This orc had a bow in his hand. He drew back the drawstring... and fired. Ned could do nothing but take it. He dropped to his knees in shock. Now the pain came. It was burning inside him. Ned pushed his feelings aside, and stood up. He continued to kill the overwhelming numbers of orcs when he felt a second arrow pierce his body. This one was more painful than the last. He had to keep fighting though. For the hobbits. For some reason that term felt right. He got up again and continued to fight. Until a third peirced his body. He dropped to his knees. The orcs took the hobbits and there was nothing he could do. The Uruk Hai walked up to him and drew another arrow back. Again a familiar term. Ned looked up at him, prepared to die. Then Salvation came. A man with a similar greatsword ran up and fought the uruk hai. He couldn't even watch because he was in so much pain. The next thing he knew the man was standing over him. "They took the little ones!" he exclaimed. "be still" said Aragorn. This one he knew by name. "where is frodo" asked Ned. Ned was beginning to accept the many names he recognized but did not know. "I let frodo go" "Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the ring from him." "the ring is beyond our reach" "I did not see. I've failed you all" "no. You fought bravely. Let me take it." "no! leave it. It is over. the world of men will fall. please. Protect Gondor." "I know not what will happen. But I will not let that great city fall. Our people will be safe" "our people... Your people." Ned reached for his sword laying next tho him. Aragorn put it into his hand. He clasped the sword against his hand. "I will always follow you my brother, my captain, My king" and with those words, Ned left this world..... Ned saw again in the cavern. He realized they had been his memories, he just could not recall them at will.

Multiple Perspectives

Song for this post.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIANBamMgas

So I was thinking about how I could learn to be a bettter writer when it hit me. All of my main characters are men. If I wish to be a decent writer I need to learn more about the female perspective. So over the course of the day I'll just keep working on this post.

[I will also do a bit of a commentary which will be kept in brackets.]


            [This part is always difficult. How to open it. The first thing I do, is get an Idea of what I want to do. I just want to write a story about a teenage girl and what a normal event would be like from her perspective. I'm thinking something along the lines of a school dance, and she gets to dance with her dream guy while she is there, then things might get romantic, that is if her worst enemy doesnt muck it up for her. See how that works? Just starts flowing out of my fingers onto the screen. Just fascinating when you stop to think about it.
             
                              The next issue is Names. So I have to go through a bunch of different names in my head. If I really just can't think of one I go to a baby names website and start looking through there. Usually the name kind of corresponds to the personality. I already know that we are going to call her morbid evil enemy Stacy, because, well. I don't like that name. It's kind of a personal thing that nobody else would understand. But that is the one I picked. Our main character is going to be the kind of girl that others would easily outcast. Freckles, Hoodie, Sneakers, and all that jazz. To top it all off, Fiery Red Hair. (not like a strawberry blonde color, closer to an orange color than anything.) It's going to be solid. Now what to name her. I would use the name Cadence (Gawd I luv dat naym!) But I feel that I overuse it. To the baby name websites!..... Didn't take very long to find one I liked. I quickly decided on the name Alex. It is very fitting to her personality. At least, the personality I have planned for her. You never know, these things evolve.

                   Next on the list, the Manly Man of Manliness and Men. He is a tough one to name. After all he is basically Jesus in her eyes. Body of Chris Hemsworth, Face of Orlando Bloom. Voice like gold. All that snazzy jazz. I'm debating whether to make him british or not right now. You know what, screw it let's do it. British he shall be. And so now we must find a name. How do you name the perfect guy? Well obviously his last name is going to be Steele. 'Cuz everyone likes that name. It's just a really cool name. Now what about a first name? I want a name that makes you want to fall in love with him. Lets try the baby namer! I searched around for a bit longer this time and found the name Aiden. It means Litle Fire. So we could make him a hothead if we want. But I don't think that that is what girls think of as a perfect guy. So now we open the story. We have to to think to ourselves, how would a girl like Alex describe this night, She has no idea that she is about to have the time of her life. And now, we can finally open our story.]

Alex breathed a deap sigh of boredom into the cold night air. Why they had picked to hold a play in the 40 degree weather was beyond her. She tried walking around a bit, but she knew it was pointless. She had no friends here, Nor did she want any. These so called "friends" would most likely stab her in the back and throw her to the wolves anyway. She was kind of a social outcast, in fact, she wasn't even sure why she was here. It's not like anyone would want to dance with her. She didn't have a date, but she was ok with that. She preferred the company of solitude anyway.

                    As she walked into the large white tent in front of her the music significantly increased in volume. She looked around. It seemed as though she was not welcome here, because she was so different. Her red hair made her stick out like a sore thumb. She quickly became bored and sat down on one of the benches lining the perimeter of the tent. [This is where I introduce Aiden. I want you to notice how much I exaggerate his every movement.] The tent flap flapped open as a guy walked in. This guy was almost glowing. He had the body of an Olympic Athlete, and a face that looked like it had been blessed by an angel when he was born. He walked in with two or three of his friends, it didn't matter. The only thing that would make her stand out to him would probably be the freakish number of freckles she had. She looked down at her knees in thought.

                        She thought about how much she hated school, and how she had no friends. She thought about how guys didn't like her and how the girls treat her as a freak. In truth there was nothing wrong with her. She didn't understand why people treated her the way she did. She was beginning to get lost in these thoughts when she was suddenly pulled out of them. "Your.... Alex, right?" Said a voice. "Eeyup" she replied without thinking. She looked up to see who she was talking to... and almost had a heat attack. It was Aiden. The Aiden. "Well don't you look just sadder than a puppy without dinner" Alex laughed at this analogy. Some people said she did remind them of a puppy sometimes."Yeah. I just kind of came here. I don't really have a date." "Hey I don't either. In that case, May I have this dance?" Alex couldn't believe her ears. Had that really happened. "Gladly!"

            Right as she got up John Mayer's In your Atmosphere [ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Svk9oz3tONo ] began to play. "I don't really know how to dance." Alex timidly said. "Don't worry about it. Just follow my lead" He gently held her hips and showed her the way, leading her through each step. After about a minute, she got a hold of it. They slowly swayed through the song, enjoying each moment. Right as the song was coming to a close, he gently pulled her close, and looked her in the eyes. Alex's heart began to race as she realized what was about to happen. She closed her eyes and waited. Then things took a turn for the worse.

                   Stacy walked in to the tent, with about five friends in tow. Stacy had long brown hair, a perfect face, and the body of a young woman. She was what most guys dream of as, "The Perfect Girl". The only problem was that she was a major pain in the butt. She often picked on Alex for fun. So when she walked through that tent, Alex simply muttered, "aw crap."

"what's wrong?" asked Aiden.

"Stacy's here."

"Is that bad?"

"Very"

Stacy then walked right up to the two of them and made an ugly face. "How long did you have to torture him before he agreed to dance with you?"

"Actually I asked her" Replied Aiden, "In fact, we were kind of having a tender moment before you ruined it. So do kindly leave."

"Fine. I didn't want to talk to you losers anyway."

He had done it. Her knight in shining armor had saved her from the fire breathing dragon. Goodness knows Stacy certainly was ugly enough to be one. "Where were we?" Asked Aiden. "Here." Replied Alex with a new boldness to her voice. She leaned forward and kissed him. The world seemed to stop around them. The sound of the music drowned out, and the chatter of people became seemingly silent. It was as if it was just the two of them. Alex felt happiness flood her entire body. She couldn't believe her luck. The two had the time of their lives that night. Alex was sad to see him go for the night, but on the bright side she would see him the next day at school. What she had forgotten though was that Stacy could certainly breath fire like a dragon.


Well? Did I do a good job? Honestly tell me what you think! There is a comments section for a reason!

What a fun night!

So I have spent the entire night so far, eating brazillian Nutella (called Jandu), browsing Reddit, and singing into my spoon. Tonight was a good night. Have a song for your dedication. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1G4isv_Fylg

I Found My Old MP3 Player!

Song of the day!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zi_XLOBDo_Y



So I was going through all my old stuff, and I found my old MP3 player! This makes me really happy because when my parents took my phone I wasn't able to listen to my music. It has all kinds of great songs on there. Turns out it has an entire Michael Jackson hits album on there. It's pretty killer. I love his work because if anyone knows how to lay a base line, it was Michael Jackson, and I absolutely LOVE bass. Unfortunately my MP3 player doesn't have any Coldplay on there but we can fix that. It has all kinds of good stuff though. 3 Doors Down, Green Day, Pink Floyd, Michael Jackson, The Beatles, Gotye, (It also has the kingdom for kefflings sound effect but you've probably never heard of it.) Led Zeppelin, Kiss, Phil Collins, Guns n' Roses, Hall & Oates, Fleetwood Mac, Eurythmics, Duran Duran, Dragonforce, Disturbed, David Bowie, Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Van Halen, Toto, Rush, and of course, The Beatles. All kinds of good things to listen to. I just can't wait to add more CD's on there. Unfortunately it also has a bunch of crap that a friend of mine put on there for some reason. I plan to take it off at some point.

Russian Pageviews.

So I have a few pageviews from Mother Russia. I have one thing to say. In Soviet Russia, Page view you!

I think that later I am going to upload my geography notes. They're pretty funny.

Wish you guys were here.

Go ahead and listen to this while you read.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPL_SV3n7IU

if you finish the first one listen to this one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bpzxf_flm8M

I've been thinking about my friends at Westlake a lot recently. And, I'm not going to lie, I miss them. A lot. And I really want to be able to see them again. The other day I was talking to my friends Hannah and Jacob over skype and it brought up a bunch of feelings and emotions that I haven't felt in months. Luckily I get to go to an event soon called the bandana bonanza that is at Westlake, so I'll get to see them again. I am really looking forward to it. Mom says if I maintain a good attitude she will take me so lets hope I can do it. Honestly life at Byron, well, sucks. I mean, I'm passing all my classes now which is a very good thing. No small feat either, considering that when I transferred schools, so did my grades. So I brought stuff like math up from the low thirties to passing. Doing all the extra credit was a pain in the ass, but definitely worth it. Unfortunately, I find myself often wondering, was it worth it? I don't have many friends at Byron, and although that was to be expected, it still sucks. The other thing is that every one at Byron seems to be exactly (exactley?) the same. Nobody has a personality there. I miss how everyone would answer my question differently, and I could always hear their personality in what they said. I would always think to myself, "Yeah, that's something they would say." Hannah would always respond with a smart but somewhat sarcastic response. Shawn would do his typical, dark, borderline sadistic, answer. Jacob would always make some crazy internet meme reference, or some horrible joke that would be the cause of us both going to hell. Thayer would always say something along the lines of "crazy, random, ADHD response!!!" Andres. Well. He was the mexican. (Just messin' with you buddy.) Josh would always reply, "go away." Kailey would always try to guide you towards being a better person. Harrison would make his quiet almost timid response while being his usual ginger self. Charlie would always be playing on his Ipad or spending time with James. James would respond with "That's great, wanna listen to K-Pop?" or "That reminds me of a book I once read!" The only missing peice is myself, with my humorous take on the situation. Honestly I really miss them all. I have made a few friends at Byron, but they just don't compare to the friends I had at Westlake. I honestly spend most of my time at school playing video games and reading on Reddit. It is what I asked for though. I just hope that the trade off was worth it in the end. I feel isolated from the people I care about. The worst part is not being able to know how they feel about it. I often find myself wondering if you guys miss me as much as I miss you. I am often bored throughout the day, and when that happens, my brain drifts off to other places and ideas. I end up thinking of what you guys are up to, and how you guys are doing. I used to wonder where we would all end up when we were grown. I would always imagine different members of the group getting married and living their life. Each time it would be different. Some of them would actually be pretty humorous. Bottom line is, I really miss you guys, and can't wait to see you again. Don't forget to keep me in the loop on what's going on at Westlake. I will try to make it to as many events as possible. I honestly intend to keep in touch with you guys for as long as possible. I can't wait to share some of my stories with you guys and get back to my humorous comments on the conversation.

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The Other Side of the Tree

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“Alright Slendy, I’ve had enough. Do your thing.” Said Jay. As he said this, the Slenderman bent over and looked Jay in the eyes, staring as if to say, “Careful who you order around.” He then grabbed Jason by the collar and dragged him into the forest kicking and screaming. “Let’s go” said Alex. Jay and Alex got in the car and drove home, glad to be done with it all. “He was really close to figuring it out.” Commented Alex. “I know.” Replied Jay. “We can’t let anyone get that close to figuring it out again. Jay stopped and reflected on the events that had led up to tonight.

It had started a long time ago. Halfway through his series on youtube called Marble Hornets, he had had enough. He was done being scared, he was done being stalked, he was done with masky, hoody, and the slenderman. So he gave up. He stopped making Marble Hornets. The next time he saw the slenderman, instead of running, he embraced him. “And now I work for him.” Thought Jay.

Almost instantly the stalking stopped.  He finally got some decent sleep in what had been almost a year. He lost all paranoia that he originally had. The biggest change was the headaches, which had stopped altogether. It was like a large weight had been lifted off his shoulders. The only catch was that occasionally he had to go do what the Slenderman wanted. Usually it was stuff like breaking into houses and stealing things or placing other things. Sometimes both. For example, this one night he had to break into a kid’s house and steal his ibuprofen. “help Slendy do his job” thought Jay. A couple of days afterwards he told Alex about it. Although he was distrustful at first, a couple of months and Alex gave in. Now they worked together.

Fast forward ten months and this guy named Jason shows up,

Yay! It's coming along really well. Now all we need to do is figure out what jason's quest is, and how it all goes south. I decided to name it, "The Other Side of the Tree" or TOST for short. (pronounced toast because who doesn't like Toast???) It fits the story seeing how its based off the marble hornets series but is an alternate storyline.

If you have Ideas feel free to put them in the comments section. Please? Nobody ever comments on my stuff.

My Friend Slendy

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“Alright Slendy, I have had enough. Do your thing.” Said Jay. As he said this the Slenderman bent over and looked Jay in the eyes, staring as if to say, “Careful who you order around.” He then grabbed Jason by the collar and dragged him into the forest kicking and screaming. “Let’s go” said Alex. Jay and Alex got in the car and drove home, glad to be done with it all. “He was really close to figuring it out.” Commented Alex. “I know.” Replied Jay. “We can’t let anyone get that close to figuring it out again. Jay stopped and reflected on the events that had led up to tonight.

I can't decide what to call this story. I really hate the name on it, but I can't think of anything else. Basically I watched a bunch of the Marble Hornets series (Up to Entry 50) and decided to write my own version with a little twist. Thoughts?

Hitman

This is the story of a man named Adal. Adal was a good man at heart, however most people would not think that by looking at him. Adal was a Hitman. Most people would call him Murderer, Serial Killer, or something of that sort. In reality he was killing people because he had to. He would rather not kill people if he didn’t have to. Then again he would rather the world be at peace and war had never been invented, just like everyone else. Adal killed people for the greater good. He would take one life in order to spare millions.

In this particular story Adal was after a man named Anastas. A Russian Communist Advocate who was trying to bring communism to America. Thirty years and people still believed in communism. Adal was getting dressed for the morning. Adal usually like to wear nice clothes, however it was a shame that they were usually ruined from being bled on, torn, shot through, burned, or damaged from the many dangers he faced every day. Adal buttoned up the shirt he was wearing.

After all, his job was very dangerous. And that was an understatement. His missions were perilous, suicidal even. He did things that many people would never consider doing.  Sometimes he had to fight dirty though. He could not use techniques that would send people to the afterlife in as peaceful a way as possible. He had to send them to their deaths as quickly, quietly, and efficient as possible. He could not risk being discovered. He spent almost his entire life undercover.

As he took the tie around his neck and tied it into a double Windsor, Adal thought back to the day he had joined the Hitman program. He had traded friends for secrecy. He had traded a wife, for a gun. He had traded a house, for travelling. He had traded kids, for razor sharp technique, and ruthless efficiency. He traded a normal life, for the life of a hitman. And he was damn near unstoppable. He could run three miles in less than 15 minutes. He had a black belt in six martial arts. He had more training and experience than a navy seal. He had the marksmanship of a sniper. However he knew he was not invincible. A single bullet could end his life if he was not careful.

Adal put on his jacket and buttoned the cuff links. His train of thought continued onward. He had to be careful. He had become too valuable of a hitman to die. Adal wasn’t afraid to die, he was more afraid of what would happen if he did. He knew that if he didn’t take out Anastas, then the Russian man would be able to gather enough troops and support to take over America. He wouldn’t kill any Americans. No, just the ones that stood in his way. He would convert the world to communism, starting with America, which was absolutely unacceptable.

Adal stopped to think about his history. He sat on the edge of the bed in his hotel room. He rested his bald head on his hands. He thought first about his parents. He wondered where they were, or if they were thinking about him. He thought about his name. He was mostly white but his family did at one point come from Germany. He had a bunch of different races in his blood. He was mostly German though, A lot of people said he looked like Walter from Breaking Bad. His name was Adal. German for Justice. That was part of what convinced him to serve his country. He wanted to serve justice to those who deserved it. To people like Anastas. Adal made a silent vow to kill Anastas.

Adal operated differently from most people. He would spend days, weeks, months, even years searching for the same target so that he could eliminate him. He once spent six years searching for the same man. But that is a different story for a different time.

Afterlife Update

 

Ned Stark had just been beheaded. At least, he thought he had. The guards let go of his back and the crowd cheered. His daughter was nowhere in sight. Had the hound missed? He stood up and looked to his left. That is when he saw the hound lift up his own head, minus its body.

 

Why was no one coming after him? It seemed as though he had just disappeared. Nobody seemed to care that he was now walking around, un-hindered by guards. He had no idea where Arya was, she was nowhere to be found. Sansa stood next to Joffrey, the lying son of a bitch. How could someone go back on their word like that? But the one thing Ned understood the least, is why he saw his own body in front of him, without its head. He ran up to Joffrey intending to strangle him. But instead of making contact with Joffrey and throwing him to the ground below, Ned’s hands went right through him. Then all of the pieces fell into place.

Ned understood what had happened. Ned had died. Ned had indeed lost his head. Joffrey did indeed pass the order to behead Ned Stark. And it had happened. Ned had passed into the afterlife. Ned understood that he was being granted a gift. A gift that could also be a curse. Ned would use this opportunity to watch over his children and his wife.

He wondered how Jon Snow, his bastard son, was faring. Upon the thought of his son, Ned found himself standing with a large number of the Night Watch, his son among them. Each man was on horseback. “We will find Benjen Stark!” said the commander, “Tonight the Night’s Watch will ride in full force!” “So he made it…” thought Ned. Or did Ned actually say it. Things like this were difficult to express. “Jon did it. He is a member of the night’s watch.”  Ned found himself wondering what sword his son was carrying. It was not the same one he had been using for years. It had a beautiful pommel that looked like his house sigil, a wolf’s head.

‘That is an astounding sword’  Thought Ned. ‘I wonder how he acquired it.’ But the sword would have to wait. More important issues were at hand. Suddenly a new thought popped into his head. A look of worry on his face Stark uttered one word. ‘Arya’

Stark willed himself to be with Arya no matter where she might be and instantly found him with her. Her and Yoren whom he had assigned to protect her were on their way to the nights watch. Yoren was attempting to get Arya out of the area by disguising her as Night’s Watch Recruit. Ned watched his daughter as she conversed with Genji Baratheon. ‘That’s Robert’s bastard!’  Thought Ned. ‘He has the best claim to the throne!’  (in truth Joffrey did not belong on the iron throne, as he was the product of an incestuous relationship between Jaime and Cersei Lannister.) ”Well if you really are a boy, then pull your cock out and take a piss” Said Genji. ‘Oh no.’  Thought Ned. ‘He has her cornered on this one, come on Arya think of something clever’  “I don’t need to piss.” Arya replied rather nervously.” “Because you’re a girl.” Shot Genji. “You’ve got me. My name isn’t Arry. It’s Arya. Arya Stark.” Arya paused and looked at Genji. Genji looked taken aback. “Of the house Stark.” Continued Arya. Genji paused for a moment out of shock, then said, “And I have been pissing in front of you! I am so sorry! And, and I should be calling you milady too!” “Don’t call me milady!” shot Arya. At that moment a pair of Lannister soldiers rode up to the nights watchmen overseeing the boys, and announced they were searching for someone. ‘Not good’  Ned thought to himself. “They’re looking for me!” Whispered Arya. She quickly hid behind some crates. “We are here for a bastard named Genji!” Shouted one of the two guards. “Reveal yourself to us, and none shall be harmed.

 

I think it's going well. I want to find more ways to make it feel like Ned is actually doing something, instead of just narrarating Season 1.

Marble Hornets

Recently I have had an obsession with a creature known as The Slender Man.
http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=slenderman&qpvt=slenderman&FORM=IGRE
That is him. Pretty creepy how you can be looking directly at him and not notice him. There is this series on youtube about the slenderman called Marble Hornets. Pretty Neat. here is a link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wmhfn3mgWUI
so go check it out. Oh one more thing, bring a kitten and a diaper.

The Script - Science and Faith

Pretty damn good song. Go check it out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4sHR61lfg00

Tried to break love to a science
In an act of pure defiance
I broke her heart.
As I pulled apart her theories
As I watched her growing weary
I pulled her apart
Having heavy conversations
About the furthest constellations of our souls. ooh
And we're just trying to find some meaning
In the things that we believe in
But we got some ways to go.
Of all of the things that she's ever said
She goes and says something that just knocks me dead.

You won't find faith or hope down a telescope
You won't find heart and soul in the stars
You can break everything, down to chemicals
But you can't explain a love like ours.

Woohhhh
It's the way we feel, yeah this is real.
Woohhhh
It's the way we feel, yeah this is real.

I tried pushing evolution
As the obvious conclusion of the start.
But it was for my own amusement
Saying love was an illusion of a hopeless heart.
Of all of the things that she's ever said
She goes and says something that knocks me dead.

You won't find faith or hope down a telescope
You won't find heart and soul in the stars
You can break everything, down to chemicals
But you can't explain a love like ours.

Woohhhh
It's the way we feel, yeah this is real.
Woohhhh
It's the way we feel, yeah this is real.

Of all of the things that she's ever said
She goes and says something that just knocks me dead

You won't find faith or hope down a telescope
You won't find heart and soul in the stars
You can break everything, down to chemicals
But you can't explain a love like ours.

Woohhhh
It's the way we feel, yeh this is real
Ooohhhh
It's the way we feel, yeh this is real

Dead Man Walking

(I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I’m a dead man walking walking walking
I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I’m a dead man)

(I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I’m a dead man walking walking walking
I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I’m a dead man)
I see you standing there but you’re already gone
I’m holding your hand but you’re barely holding on
I’m kissin your lips but it just don’t feel the same
Anekatips Am I dead there now, left living with the blame

Oh I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I’m a dead man walking walking walking

Already broken, already gone, already know you’re moving on
I’m a breathing, talking, dead man, walking
Already see it, in your face, already someone, in my place
I’m a breathing, talking, dead man, walking

I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I’m a dead man walking walking walking
I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I’m a dead man

We’re in the same room just one million miles away
With all these books around but we ain’t go two words to say
Am I a dead man now, left living with the shame?

I’m .. already broken, already gone, already know you’re moving on
I’m a breathing, talking, dead man walking
Already see it, in your face already someone, in my place
I’m a breathing, talking, dead man walking yeah
I’m a breathing, talking dead man walking

I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I’m a dead man walking walking walking
I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I’m a dead man

I’m already broken, already gone already know you’re moving on
I’m a breathing, talking dead man walking
Already see it, in your face, already someone in my place
I’m a breathing, talking dead man walking

I’m a breathing, talking dead man walking

Hello German Man (or Woman)

So today I found out that I have a page view from Germany. And to that I say HELL YEAH! I hear Germany is a really cool place. Germans are just really cool people. But their language terrifies me because when I try to talk to Germans they always scream at me. But let me just say, Dear German guy who reads my blog, you rock. Thank you.

Good Ol' Days

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSDOEd1yJlY
Up in the bar all smoking cigars
We were drinking irish whiskey straight from the jar
Talkin' bout them better days are not that far
Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar
Ye play a sad song ye sing if from the heart
Tell a sad story yeah tell it from the start
Pass me on that pain that you made into art
Ye pierce it trough my skin like a heroin dart
When someone strumming on the strings
An they're spitting things
Everybody moving groovin'vibes
While the other sings
They are gonna kill you with the passion and the soul
When the first verse drops
You be fighting back the tears
And all while another man crying in his beers
And while his woman is saying cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game
Just the way we were raised
To always sing about a better days better days

(Chorus)
Ooh ooh
We'll remember this night when we will old and grey
Cos in the future these will be the good ol' days
Ooh ooh
We're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days

10 o'clock and it's off
What started as a pub crawl
Now we're all lost
Better live it out tonight
Tomorrow's gonna cost
So get up on piano boy and play your ass off
If you play it real good everybody sing along
If ye bang us out a beat everybody move along
Play us something real we can hang our hope son
Sing a rebel song and watch all march along
Won't you come along
And meet jenny meet pete
Meet mary meet keith
They busking on the street seven days a week
Pay a pound pay a penny make it full or leave
It empty they play you listen that's plenty
It's 2am now we're dancing in the rain
And all hanging out of each other like the pain has gone
These are my people these are my crowd
And i'm never too proud to sing about 'em

(Chorus)
Ooh ooh
We'll remember this night when we're old and grey
Cos in the future these will be the good ol' days
Ooh ooh
We're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
Ooh ooh (The good ol', good ol'days)
Ooh ooh (The good ol', good ol'days)

I got the whole place singing yeah singing this song
Even the old man there with the paddy hat on
Is singing woohoo
I got the whole place singing yeah singing this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on
Singing woohoo
I got the whole bar drinking yeah singing this tune
Even the big guys there with the big tatoos
Singing woohoo
The emo girl with college degrees
And the tag along friends with their fake ids
Are singing woohoo
We're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
Ooh ooh (The good ol', good ol'days)
Ooh ooh (The good ol', good ol'days)
The good ol' days

Give the Love Around

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OUAI06dl_o
To your brother, to your sister, to your misses, to your mister.
To your friends, to your foes, give the love around and back around it goes.
It all comes from the top and it spreads right round
Treat a man wrong he's gonna pass it on down
To the next in line, who's probably his wife bringing up his kids
Now watchin' mamma cry
And they pick it up, cause they learn everything
Life has a funny way of going in a ring,
End up growing up in trouble with the law
Standing in the cuffs that the father once wore
Now it seems that every brand new generation
Have all been growing up with cracks in the foundation
Their trying to fill the holes of a whole damn nation
Thats lost its trust (that's lost its trust)
We gotta change before the train leaves the station
and realize the revolution aint a revelation
it takes blood, sweat, tears, innovation
It starts with us, it starts with us.
(Chorus)
Yeah, it starts by giving love to your brother,
Giving love to your sister,
Giving love to your misses,
Love to your mister
Giving love to your friends,
Love to your foes,
Give the love around and back around it goes (X2)
Round it goes, round it goes,
round it goes goes goes
Give the love around and back around it goes
Oh we're all just folks working in a wheel
Spinning all around life's cruel battlefield
Draw circles in the sand on a rainy day,
Watch it wash away
I bet it shows up on a sunny beach a thousand miles away
Flutter from a butterfly forms a storm
Over half a million people die
And we don't care because we're all desensitized

We don't realize we're putting all this shit before our children's eyes
Now every brand new generation
Have all been growing up with cracks in their foundation
We're tryna fill a holes of a whole damn nation
That's lost it's trust (that lost it's trust)
We gotta change before the train leaves the station
And realize the revolution aint a revelation
It takes blood, sweat, tears, innovation
It starts with us, it starts with us.
(Chorus)
Give the love around and back around it goes (around it goes)
Give the love around and back around it goes (around it goes)
Love to your friends (around it goes)
To your folks (around it goes)
Give the love around, back around it goes
See the thing about Karma is she loves a bit of drama, yeah
Loves to hunt you down and pay ya back for the things you did
Before you turn a positive to a negative
Better pray before you know exactly who the f__k you're dealing with
This is not a dress rehearsal, let me tell you kid
Whatever you put out there is coming back again
Years may burn (ohh)
Tables gonna turn
Karma's coming back around
Either way you're gonna learn
To give love to your neighbour, love to yourself
It don't matter bout your status
Man your health is your wealth
We can all point a finger but there's four pointing back at yourself
I'll be the bigger man now
Give a little help
(Chorus)
Give the love around back around it goes
Around it goes (x2)
Give the love around back around it goes
Around it goes (x4)
Give the love around back around it goes

Afterlife Sample

Ned Stark had just been beheaded. At least, he thought he had. The guards let go of his back and the crowd cheered. His daughter was nowhere in sight. Had the hound missed? He stood up and looked to his left. That is when he saw the hound lift up his own head, minus its body.

Well? Whaddya think? Should I keep going?

Chapter 1 - Brody

Brody was enjoying himself. How could he not? Here he was on an island paradise, it was the perfect temperature outside, and he was headed for his favorite place on Earth, the ocean. He had just stepped on the sand when he saw her. A beautiful women who looked to be about his age. Brody was 23 years old. Plenty of life ahead of him as well as IN him. He had nice short brown hair, a cleanly shaven face, and the perfect body to go with it. Brody saw the girl dancing in the sand while the waves gently touched her smoothly moving feet. Brody stopped and wondered what her name was. She was wearing just a regular brown two piece swimsuit. He was enchanted by her graceful movements. These thoughts all took place in a few seconds, so he did not get a very good look at her before the man behind Brody pushed him and told him (rather rudely) to keep moving. His thoughts snapped back to the present as he continued walking. He headed towards the ocean with his heavy scuba tank on his back. He waded out a few feet, turned around layed back and paddled. When he was about 50 feet from the shoreline, he popped his respirator in his mouth, slipped his mask over his eyes and nose and began to make his descent. It was a fairly decent dive. He saw several fish. The highlight of the dive was when he found a rare red sea urchin. In short, it was a rather uneventful dive. He surfaced, found the shoreline and put his back to it. He was peddling back when several thoughts started entering his mind, "who was that girl?" thought Brody, "and what was her name? Will I ever get to see her again? Man she was beautiful. I wish I could have gotten to know her." When he got close enough to the shore to stand, he slipped off his fins and mask. His resperator hung down by his knees. He was walking back towards the scuba hut wishing he could have known her. When he got there he gave the rental gear back and headed towards his hotel room for a short nap.

Oh Sad Day

Well.... sigh.... In response to my last post, she said no. Luckily I am taking it pretty well. I mean it isn't the first time I have been rejected by women. And it will not be the last. I am a little bit confused though because she made it sound like she wanted to but, oh well... Back to my daily life of day in day out boredom. Nothing changes. I hate this. I want out. It feels like I am just a gear in a clock. A gear that isn't even necessary. If you took that gear out of the clock it would not make a difference. The clock would run just the same. I feel that I should be doing more with my life. It feels like no one cares about me. It really does. It wouldn't matter where I went or who I associated with. I need change.

Hoping for the Winter Formal

I literally just asked a girl to the Winter Formal. For security reasons I am not going to state her name here. She is pretty cute. She said she will ask her mom. Let's keep our fingers crossed. Wish me luck!

My Freakin' Channel

I have a youtube account. I post videos of me sucking at video games. See I have a curse where I almost beat the level but then I can't even get past the first checkpoint. So go check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/user/UserCaleb1138?feature=mhee

Phantom of the Opera Notes.

Phantom of the Opera Notes

 

Lots of light. Much use of props. Costumes seem decorative and detailed yet simple.

Everyone is facing the audience.

Lots of flashing lights used to put emphasis on the chandelier. Music seems to have older roots while staying relatively modern. Perhaps it is a modern twist on an older piece.

Uses a live orchestra.

Costumes are very decorative and have a lot of jewels,

Each scene appears to have a color scheme.

Gestures are often  seem to be repeated. Perhaps this is intentional?

Definitely has ballet routes.

Not sure if play, or musical?

Not sure if Play, or ballet?

The high notes they are singing are physically hurting me.

Appears to be set in the Victorian age.

I’m guessing it is set in England due to the high number of British accents.

I think they believe that the playhouse is haunted.

The ghost has demands that the owners do not wish to meet.

They use a large amount of lighting. Possibly to eliminate shadows on any side of the body.

Pretty sure it’s a musical about a play.

The weird gypsy chick is showing obvious signs of favoritism towards this Christy chick. FORESHADOWING BUM BUM BUUUUUUUMMMMM

So whenever she sings, she can feel the presence of the ghost. Like ya do.

And her sister says it is not her singing, but the ghost singing through/for her.

Christy/Christine is reunited with her boyfriend. Lets just call her Christy cuz I like that name better.

Heart wrenching duo

Christy has lost her father at some point.

I think her boyfriend’s name is Raul. If his name is seriously Raul we are going to have problems.

Christy can now talk to the Ghost now.

WHY DO THEY HIT SUCH HIGH NOTES??????????

The ghost has revealed itself to Christy.

Christy and the ghost are now Homies.

Insert Christy/Ghost training montage here.

Weird modern/old Phantom of the Opera them.

The ghost becomes stronger through Christy

The Ghost is acting (literally acting) and singing through Christy. Which would explain her sudden skill at singing.

So the ghost dude has a singing fetish. Weird.

Huge mask to hide ugly deformed side of face,

Ghosty, “ No one cared who I was until I put on the mask.”

SUCH HIGH NOTES!!! JAYZUS!!!!

Christy tried to make out with a figment of her imagination and got denied…. Wow…. Sounds familiar.

So he is showing Christy the unimaginable possibilities the two can achieve if they work together…. I think.

Not sure if romance, or business partnership.

End of act two. (I think)

Next section begins with Ghost dude playing organ. And monkey machine from opening sequence

Christy awakes.

More hard to understand singing.

Ghost dude is writing. (lets call him Ghosty)

Ghosty wont show Christy what is under his mask

Christy steals mask.

Ghosty gets pissed.

Christy is about to see his face.

Pretty sure her name is Chirstine,

I like Christy better.

Christy it is.

Ghosty does not show Christy his face,

Christy gives back mask

Ghosty puts it back on.

Dancer chicks come out,

They are irritating.

Dude in rafters plays prank on dancers

Everybody LOLs

Dude in Rafters (lets call him Rafty) warns the dancers about Ghosty

Gypsy Chick (now to be known as Gypsy) scolds him

Bald Play manager is stressed. He should get some aloe vera.

And a masseuse,

(He shall from this point on be known as Baldy)

Play manager with hair calms Baldy down

(harry is his name now.)

Baldy has awesome moustache,

Raul is worried about Christy.

Fat lady from the first sequence makes a return to the stage.

Play managers and Raul tell her not to take christy’s place because if she does then Ghosty will murkillder her.

Ghosty tells them through letters, “screw the fat lady, Christy is better.”

Actors always face the audience.

Christy’s sister calls for Christy. (lets call her sissy)

Jude Law would be amazing in this.

Gypsy and fat lady (now known as Fatty) along with sissy and play managers hit those evil high notes.

Fatty likes to roll her ‘R’s

Play Managers want fatty as leading roll again.

Fatty hits EVIL NOTESES

Raul still hasn’t said anything

Fatty changes clothes… onstage…. (insert barfing noises here)

Why are there like 7 guys helping her change…. I don’t like where this is going.

They put snookie wig on Fatty.

It has a raccoon tail in the back.

Ghosty is pissed.

Raul does nothing to find Christy. Some Boyfriend.

End of Act 3

Act 4

Fancily dressed people.

They look like the capital people in hunger games.

Old guy stares at servants butt.

Confusing plot is confusing

High notes…….

More high notes……..

Even more high notes………

EEEEEEEEEEEEVIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLL

Christy is back… When did she get there?

Old guy is frustrated,

Ghosty is REALLY pissed.

Ghosty does not like fatty.

Ghosty wants Christy to be the star of the play.

Fatty cant hit high notes.

Ghosty has cursed her.

Thank god.

Harry is good at improvising. Ish

Ballet.

Ballet.

Ballet

Ballet

Ballet

Ballet

This sucks.

Ballet.

Ghosty kills Rafty

Ghosty causes mayhem by hanging Rafty

Christy is on stage

Raul and Christy confrontation

FREAKIN’ HIGH NOTES

I HATE HIGH NOTES.

WE…. HATES…. THEM.

Christy don’t want to go back

Raul demands she go back

Christy refuses.

Christy be scared

Raul be comforting

Raul takes Christy’s hood off

They be huggin’

Raul sings,

Waiting for dramatic kiss.

Raul still sings.

Still waiting for dramatic kiss.

Christy sings.

Still waiting on that kiss.

Shannananana oi come on and kizz ze gurl!

EDIT: Found it! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axZ6mG__ZqU

Raul be comforting

Christy be saying what if?

Raul saying so be it. So comforting

Still waiting for dramatic kiss.

Holding hands.

Oh my god…. I think Raul just proposed.

They be dancing.

He did propose.

STILL WAITING ON DRAMATIC KISS!!! MY GOD MAN!

singing

FINALLY!!! THANK THE LORD!

Holding hands.

Finishing notes.

‘nother kiss.

Embracing.

Happiness all around

Another kiss.

Christy decides to go back.

Raul says the three magic words

Good job Raul.

Ghosty apparently witnessed the whole thing. Creeper.

Ghosty be sad that he cant love anyone.

4 minutes left in class

Ghosty being just a bit jealous but also being cool about it.

Ghosty be hearing the voices of Christy and Raul in his head.

Ghosty just cursed Raul I think. What a dick.

Not Rauls fault your freakin’ ugly.

End of act 4

Chandelier explodes

Exit stage left.

Intermission.