Sunday, October 10, 2010

Morphemes of Another

I took a bunch of songs (over a hundred, at least) took lyrics from each to make a 1000 word free-write out of them. I'm really proud of the way it turned out.


I came to dance, and life's too short for me to stop. When all else fails and you long to be something better than you are today, throw out your cares and fly. Wanna go for a ride? We're burning down the highway skyline on the back of a hurricane. I know I’ll grow up someday, but it’s 2 AM. And only your love remains. Are you nervous? Spending your days away in space, thicker than air? Nervous hands and anxious smiles, I can feel you breathing. The smell of you in every single dream I dream. And when shoelaces are the ties that bind us, is at any wonder why you and I are anything but ordinary? You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not. And if your heart stops beating, I’ll be here wondering “Did you get what you deserve?” Keep your feet on the ground, smile big for everyone. Even when you know what they’ve done. I’m steppin’ on leprechauns wearing a brown polyester shirt, before we packed our bags and left all this behind us in the dust. But now I think you’ve gone and had your way. And the world is turning inside out, I’m floating around in ecstasy, but don’t stop me now. The stars that pierce the sky, jealousy, turning saints into the sea. So tell me, does she look at you the way I do? Our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road. Lie, lie to my face. Tell me it ain’t nothing. That’s what I wanna hear. Take the lie to the grave. That’s what an old friend told me. Look what it did for him. Mistakes become regrets. I’ve learned to love abuse. So did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar? And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there? I don’t wanna waste my time, become another casualty of society. I’ll never fall in line, become another victim of your conformity. Let’s paint the town, we’ll shut it down. Put on your pretty lies, you’re in the city of wonder. Ain’t gon’ play nice, watch out you might just go under. Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered. So if you must falter be wise. Music comes on, people start to dance. You’re on a mission and you’re wishin’ someone could cure your lonely condition. The rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger. I walk to the corner, to the rubble that used to be a library, line up to the mind cemetery now. Then again incidentally, if you’re that way inclined. Perfume came naturally from Paris, for cars I can’t care less, fastidious and precise. So why am I so afraid? Then you said my name. I tell you what I’m gonna do. You said you’d take me away, and take me along with you boy we’re on our way. But I’ve kept my heart under control, but lately all this time is takin’ it’s toll. I can’t hold back what’s deep in my soul. I love you and you’ll just have to know. So relax, take it easy. Because there is nothing that we can do. It’s like you’re a drug. It’s like you’re a demon I can’t face down. IT’s like I’m stuck. And I know I love you, and you have all the power. And I know the only the company I seek is misery all the time. I’m just a girl with a crush on you. Seventeen tracks and I’ve had it with this game. Hey you with the pretty face, welcome to the human race. I’m so pleased to be with you, look around see what you do? Everybody smiles at you. I’ve got a feeling that I don’t belong, I’ve got a feeling that I shouldn’t be here with you. I can’t stand another single day. I’ve got to get away. I’m stuck in the middle of what you are and what you want. What you want is nothing like who I am. No one else is like me, which means they can’t be trusted. I need some sleep… I can’t go on like this. I tried counting sheep, but there’s one I always miss. Everyone says I’m getting down too low, everyone says, I just gotta let it go. Something has changed within me. Something is not the same. I’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game. It’s time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and breathe. But it’s too cliché, I won’t say I’m in love. If there’s a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I’ve already won that. That’s ancient history, been there, done that. I can kill with a smile, I can wound with my eyes. I can ruin your faith with my casual lies. I can bring out the best and the worst you can be. I can feel your heart beat but I know you well enough not to speak. There’s things that I have done, you never, should ever know. And without you is how I disappear, and live my life alone forever now. Nervous and shy, for the moment we will come alive tonight. I’m calling out your name. Your face is everywhere. I’m reaching out to you to find that you’re not there. I wake up every night, to see the state I’m in. It’s like an endless part, I never seem to win. Because I feel like I’m inside out, you’ve got me upside down. So please stop sounding thirteen again, you know how much I hate this conversation. Why can’t you put it on the shelf? Gathering words the way I’m gathering all of your excuses, and throwing them all away. I can see the direction this is going in so, I’ve been here before. It’s no fun, because I know the only resolution is not in your favor. Everybody’s running, come back, now that everything is broken. It’s time to pick up the slack. Just save me from what the world has become as it comes crashing, with you and me with it, everybody’s running.



Today is 10/10/10. No, it's not 10:10. I't s 8:39. I'm awake because I want to be, and because right now is when the sun starts to reseed from being obnoxious. There are birds chilling out in the trees outside of my house, and they're quite obnoxious.

Anyway, I organized my life yesterday, meaning that I spent the better part of three hours organizing my binder and getting only half of my homework done, leaving myself with a cute little pile to do today. Not only that, but I have to free-write today (and everyday) and I have to get everything set up for the Tri-M Induction ceremony which is Tuesday night. I still have no idea what I'm supposed to say, I remember practically sleeping through last years.

So, I'll get all of that done soon and then I'll have the rest of today to write and read. I love the weekend.

Poma saporis.

Saturday, October 9, 2010


I feel like I owe it to everyone to have a post with some real substance to it. Okay, maybe not to everyone, but to myself at least. Lately I've been kind of rambling on and on and on about what it'd be like to do this, or what TV show I'm watching. And how boring is that? Very boring in my opinion...

For starters, I'd just like to say that I'm anticipating NaNoWriMo greatly this year. I already have my plotline planned (For the most part. It's in my head, at least. I just need to write it down.) and I can't wait to get started. I have four of the characters named, but names are much easier than personalities. Daisy's personality is really hard to put on paper... She's like. Independent, but she knows she's right, and she'll do whatever she can to try and fix her mistakes.

I've been looking into chapter length, and with my 5000 word-a-day goal for November, It seems like I'll be having extra words. Which means that I'm going to need another plotline if I'm going to get to my 150K word goal. But maybe I shouldn't be aiming so high. I mean, I know for a fact that I need a bit under 1700 words a day to make it to 50000. And I've never done that, even though I can successfully write 1000 words in under twenty minutes. But I feel like aiming for something so high will just disappoint me further, especially when I haven't won NaNoWriMo before. But I'll look into extra plotlines anyway. Hopefully I'll have the first 50000 words written within ten days, but that seems unlikely.

I also need to consider the fact that I'll be trying to write a novel. Sure, writing is easy when you know what you're talking about. But half the time I have no idea where a chapter is going when I go to start it. Daisy jumps in the car. Where's she going, Siobhan? Oh, heck. I don't know... But she should probably get there pretty quick, otherwise a nuclear bomb might end up going off. Or something along those lines... Probably less dramatic than that.

I'm so worried that I'll have lost my writing focus by the time November comes. I have that problem a lot. Right now, I'm super pumped for NaNo. There's only twenty-two days left of planning, and then I jump right into that ridiculous literary abandon for thirty days. Ah! But what happens if I lose my moxie? If I lose that drive that's been pushing me to write a few thousand words a day for the past few days?

I suppose I shouldn't worry too much. If I like my plotline (And I really do. I mean, it's a tad bit cliche, but aren't all plotlines cliche? I feel like as long as I'm putting my heart into it, and as long as I know where I want to go with the story (Still working on that, by the way) than it'll be fine.) enough, than I should be able to just power through fifty thousand words like it was sitting on a beach drinking a pineapple and strawberry smoothie. Which sounds excellent right now.

So, I've got my plot. I've got my drive. What else do I need? Oh... the actual words themselves. You might be saying that it's super easy for me to write, and most of the time it is. I'm a highly verbose person. But every once in a while I just stare at the page for ever... and ever... and no words come to mind, and I'm still staring, and then my eye starts to twitch, and I start to sweat, and then... and then... I just close out of the program and go off to do something else.

But not this time. Not this November. This November I will be focusing. If it takes me 20 minutes to write 1000 words, than it should take me an hour and twenty minutes to write five thousand words. that's eighty minutes. Eighty minutes equals five thousand words. That'd be eight hundred minutes spent writing during the month of November. That's pretty cool. This is the reason why I love math.

Speaking of math, I have quite a bit of math homework which I need to get done this weekend. I don't mind, I've got quite a bit of time. There's nothing that I need to do this weekend except for homework, and planning for NaNo. Seems like it'll be a weekend well spent to me!

I think i'm out of substance now. That was pretty full, don'tcha think?

Keep Calm and Write Well

Friday, October 8, 2010

Did His Taco Just Smack Him The Face? Yeah... It Did...

I suppose that I should be focusing on other aspects of writing, especially when it comes to my Creative Writing class. But I can't help but be excited for the fact that there's NaNoWriMo coming up next month. I've already started planning, practicing, doing warmups. They're really hard to do. I mean, I try and pace myself, but it is difficult to do. So, according to the math I did, I need to write about 1700 words a day to reach fifty thousand. But, I can write way more than that per day. I'm going to try and write 5000 words per day this NaNo, which will give me a grand total of 150K.

But not all of these words are going to the same place. In fact, I think it'd be better if the went to totally different places. So I'm going to start with my newest novel idea (I'd rather not say on here) and then move to another novel idea. It's going to be difficult, because I'd also like to try and do an additional 1000 words a day, as part of the 1000 words a day challenge. Honestly, I can write 1000 words in about twenty minutes, if I really push myself. It's not that difficult, I just did it, in twelve, and I wrote a pretty cool free-write. I try and make them all different.

So I'm using a collaboration of different programs, write monkey, because I have it on my desktop, and I like that it's full screen and makes my screen dark. It helps me concentrate, and it counts my words for me. I'm also going to be using WriteOrDie to help me do my words in thousands, because that's a good tool.

This is going to sound ridiculous, but I'd love to get started right now. I know I haven't developed my characters, like... at all, but I could totally do it. I know what I want to happen, and I know that my character is a widow who has two young children. Her name is Daisy, and her childrens' names are Bethany and Zoe.

I've been trying to win NaNo for two years now. This will be my third attempt. What's that old saying? Third time's the charm? I think this is the year that I'll win NaNo. I can't wait to get started, and I can't wait to win.


Thursday, October 7, 2010

Sweet Disposition

Probably my new favorite song. It's by The Temper Trap. I really like it.

Yes, I am procrastinating right now, how kind of you to notice? Math homework? Oh, that can wait, silly. I have more important things to do. I have the other half of my psychology test tomorrow! I can't wait!

No, but seriously. I really have a lot to do. I just dropped in to say that I hate liars.


Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Access Denied

Gahhhhh. I'm siiiiiiick.

Not like *achoo* sick like *AHFREAKINGCHOOOOOOOOOOO* sick. I woke up Monday morning feeling stuffy and gross, and, well... I still feel that way.

Saturday I got my permit. Ridiculousness at that DMV.
  1. Go get form
  2. Go get picture taken
  3. Take receipt from picture back to lady who gave you the form
  4. Give her social security card and birth certificate
  5. Pay to take the test ("$40?")
  6. Sit on uncomfortable chairs
  7. Wait to take test
  8. Get called for vision test
  9. Go take actual permit test
  10. Pass permit test
  11. Wait to pay for actual permit
  12. Pay for actual permit
  13. Wait to take picture for permit
  14. Take picture for permit
  15. Wait for permit
  16. Receive permit.
  17. Rejoice!
Yay! So now I have a permit, and I can drive. I also have a ton of homework, and a cold. I just felt like sharing. And now I have shared. It's a bit after seven. My self-proclaimed bed-time is at eight. I need to get all my homework done before then. Gahhhh. Oh, and this guy on Jeopardy collects pocket protectors. Oy... Nerds these days. I guess it doesn't surprise me that he got the Star Wars question correct.

I am not the droid you're looking for...

Sunday, October 3, 2010



I love reading, I always have, and I think a huge part of my writing comes from reading. Right now I'm reading Jellicoe Road by... someone. It's fantastic so far. I'm a little confused, but I think that my confusion will be resolved eventually.

I've comprised a large list of books which I'd love to read. Love love love to read. It's a huge list:

Emma - Jane Austen
Mansfield Park - Jane Austen
Northanger Abbey - Jane Austen
Persuasion- Jane Austen
Gone With the Wind - Margret Mitchell
Uninvited - Justine Musk
Blood Angel - Justine Musk
Lord of Bones - Justine Musk
An Abundance of Katherines - John Green
Will Grayson Will Grayson - John Green
Looking For Alaska - John Green
The Invisible Man - H.G. Wells
The Time Machine - H.G. Wells
The War of the Worlds - H.G. Wells
The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
The House of the Seven Gables - Nathaniel Hawthorne
The Scarlet Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
A Journey To The Center of the Earth - Jules Verne
Witch and Wizard - James Patterson
Kingdom of the Golden Dragon - Isabel Allende
Forest of the Pygmies - Isabel Allende
Kabul Beauty School - Deborah Rodriguez
Eon: Dragoneye Reborn - Alison Goodman
Wicked - Gregory Maguire
The Third Angel - Alice Hoffman
Green Angel - Alice Hoffman
Triskellion - Will Peterson
Montmorency - Eleanor Updale
A Bend in The Road - Nicholas Sparks
The Story of Forgetting - Stefan Merrill Block
Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring - J.R.R. Tolkien
Lord of The Rings: The Two Towers - J.R.R. Tolkien
Lord of The Rings: The Return of The King - J.R.R. Tolkien
Pendragon Book 3: The Never War - D.J. MacHale
Pendragon Book 4: The Reality Bug - D.J. MacHale
Pendragon Book 5: Black Water - D.J. MacHale
Pendragon Book 6: The Rivers of Zadaa - D.J. MacHale
Pendragon Book 7: The Quillan Games - D.J. MacHale
Pendragon Book 8: The Pilgrims of Rayne - D.J. MacHale
Pendragon Book 9: Raven Rise - D.J. MacHale
Pendragon Book 10: The Soldiers of Halla - D.J. MacHale
Inkheart - Carnelia Funke
Inkspell - Carnelia Funke
Inkdeath - Camelia Funke
Brisingr - Christopher Paolini
Uglies - Scott Westerfield
Pretties - Scott Westerfield
Specials - Scott Westerfield
Extras - Scott Westerfield
Midnighters: The Secret Hour - Scott Westerfield
Midnighters: Touching Darkness - Scott Westerfield
Midnighters: Blue Moon - Scott Westerfield
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief - Rick Riordan
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters - Rick Riordan
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Titan's Curse - Rick Riordan
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Battle of the Labyrinth - Rick Riordan
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Last Olympian - Rick Riordan
Burned - Ellen Hopkins
Impulse - Ellen Hopkins
Identical - Ellen Hopkins
Tricks - Ellen Hopkins
The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo - Stieg Larson
The Girl Who Played With Fire - Stieg Larson
The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets Nest - Stieg Larson

Those are just the ones that I'm thinking of right now. There's half a billion others I want to read, not to mention the ones I want to re-read.

But the problem isn't that I love to read, it's that there are too many good books out there. I'm bound to miss a few... Rats. Maybe I'll be like Sheldon from Big Bang Theory and turn myself into a robot when the technology becomes available, so I can read all of the books in the world. Wouldn't that be fantastic?

Right now I have to go read some Pre-Calc word problems. Joy.