Memory Lane

Hiiiiiii schhhmucks. (:

Wotsup?

I’ve been gone from the internet world for nearly two weeks thanks to this crappy connection. In the mean time I read about ten books (bookeater till the end) and now I’ve only got one book left to complete my goal. (well, I already have, but then I highed it up a little to 120)

So, the other day my English teacher gave us a little article to write about one of our passions; including why we like it and what’s so special about it.

So what did I write about? It sounds kinda funny, but I wrote about writing. LOL.

Writing about writing is.. weird?

Anyway. I was kind of thinking to do something about sleeping, but then thought better of it and did it about something more substantial.

So here’s what I came up with, though I still have to review it, plus I’m not even sure that’s what I’m going to give over:

Someone asked me, “why do you love writing?” Simple.

Writing is a way to express yourself, a way to <i>lose</i> yourself, a way to say those things you wouldn’t be able to utter in real life.

Writing is one way to become part of another world, a different place, where everything’s at your own disposal. Where your deepest, most secret fantasies take form and mix together, giving life to a beautiful melody of emotions and thoughts.

Where borders are not drawn to your imagination; you can let it fly and wander, restless, to places far in place or far in time.

Why do I love writing?

Because it’s not only about me. It’s about all those people who read.

All those people that through my work are able to dream, to find a little dusty corner where they can be themselves with no rules, no orders to follow, no one but their own mind to guide them.

All those people that find peace thanks to books, and stories, or even a simple article. A light in the dark, when everything else seems to be disappearing.

There’s no bigger pleasure than to know that because of you a person can, even if just for a little while, be comfortable, peaceful. No matter where they are, no matter what they do. You can still help them, come to their aid and make them feel better.

Words are a powerful mean, maybe the strongest of all.

So you’re asking me, why do I love writing?

Because where television is not, where telephone fails to reach, where internet does not exist; you can still find words. No matter the distance, no matter how much time passes, those will still be there for you to read. Those will always wait for you to understand.

And those can even be able to change the world, if only people are willing to listen to them.

Well, at the end of this I had added something, but it was more of an insult to anyone who didn’t like writing and/or reading, so I opted against it. Ha.

I remember when last year we were given to write a short story, choosing one of the given first sentences and then working it out from that.

I remember my teacher telling me mine was really good, though I’m not sure. I’d post it for you, but it was kind of a shit. I think she said I did good because it was written sort of good (compared to my classmates’ works, of course. I wouldn’t dare say good as in book-good because it was not), but the story in itself was kind of shubby. I blame it on the incipit the book gave us. It was boring.

I agree that it’s a writer’s duty to make even the most boring thing ever interesting, but I’m sixteen (at the time fifteen) so I guess I still have a lot of work ahead.

Anyway. I don’t even know the reason of this trip down Memory Lane, honestly, so let’s move on.

I don’t know if I’ve already posted something about it, but whatever. You’ll hear it again, if so.

Have you heard Adele’s new song ‘Someone Like You’? I have, and I think it’s totally amazing. I admit, at first I didn’t like it much, but that’s ‘cause I hadn’t read the lyrics first. When I did, I was stunned. It is one of the best songs I’ve ever heard, above all in this decade. Right now most singers do commercial, they don’t focus anymore on lyrics and actual meaning of a song. They just give their voice, advertise, and that’s it. It makes me a little sick seeing music transformed in that.

Adele is one of the few singers that I see are still into music because it’s their passion, because they just like to do it. Because even if it gave them no job, no money, no anything, they’d still do it because that’s their way to connect with people. That’s what music should be about, in my opinion.

IDK if I’ve already said this, either, but I like Miley Cyrus. Well, used to like is more like it.

I was young, and I was stupid, and anyway there’s nothing wrong with liking her, especially when we’re almost the same age. Anyway, lately her music is crap. I mean, commercial crap. I’m not saying I don’t like her songs, because dance music has no meaning but it’s good to dance and I don’t despise it, I’ll give you that, but her songs used to have a little more meaning. I’m disappointed. I thought she would be better than that. Well, clearly I was wrong. You grow up, you get smarter.

Or you get more stupid. That’s up to you.

I personally like to believe I’m getting smarter, but who am I to say that.

So.

I’ve said a bunch of disconnected things now, as always, so I’m going to stop writing and post this as it is.

Thanks for reading.

P.S. I’m trying to make this blog a little more decent-looking, but after months I still haven’t understood how to do it, so give me time. ;D (please?)

Music: Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship ft. Leighton Meester

Mood: Thoghtful.

The Garden of Cyrus

But the Quincunx of Heaven runs low, and 'tis time to close the five ports of knowledge. We are unwilling to spin out our awaking thoughts into the phantasms of sleep, which often continueth precogitations; making Cables of Cobwebs and Wildernesses of handsome Groves. Besides Hippocrates hath spoke so little and the Oneirocriticall Masters, have left such frigid Interpretations from plants that there is little encouragement to dream of Paradise itself. Nor will the sweetest delight of Gardens afford much comfort in sleep; wherein the dullness of that sense shakes hands with delectable odours; and though in the Bed of Cleopatra, can hardly with any delight raise up the Ghost of a Rose. -- The Garden of Cyrus, Sir Thomas Browne.

catching up!

How long as it been since my last post?

Trouble in heaven, I didn't have internet connection so I couldn't write or do pretty much anything. It is a sad, lonely life without internet. :')
Anyway, I seem to have come to a solution, so here I am.

I've got news on my readings:

So, last time I wrote I had finished Anna Karenina and The Turn of The Screw, hadn't I?
Well, after that I was eager to read Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.
And of course I didn't.
What I started, and am still reading right now because I am just so slow with books are the following:

• The Portrait of a Lady, because I wanted to explore Henry James, so at least I have to read two books by him. (I feel like I've already talked of this in another post? But whatever, I'll check later)
• A Midsummer Night's dream; correction: this I have finished. And what I'm about to tell you will make you pale: I read because I has just started the Iron King (Iron Fey Series) by Julie Kagawa, and it was based on that. I know, I know, getting to know Shakefreakingspeare's plays through a paranormal series is what I would call shameful. But moving on. I finished it, so moved on the next Shakespeare's work. (this time I didn't need anyone to tell me about it, you'll see)
• Hamlet. (: Heehee. I'm still reading it right now, as you can easily see on my goodreads account. (as if somebody was actually reading this blog. I'm so delusional) So far, so good, as the saying goes. I'm still in the first hundred pages, so yeah, we'll see. It sounds strange to say 'we'll see' about a Shakespeare play haha, but still.
• Forbidden. By.. Tabitha Suzuma, I believe it was? It sounded good. From its synopsis on goodreads, it seemed to have the right amount of twist and realistic setting to be likable. So, we'll see.
• Broken, by Meghan Hart. This one I've been stuck for more than two or three weeks now. Or well, stuck isn't the right term, since I haven't touched the poor book all the while. I just.. stopped reading it. I guess I'll pick it up again some time, soon. I hope.
• And last (both in this list and in time, since I jurt started it tonight) but not least, (the only PN one, so maybe 'least' isn't totally wrong. depends on where you come from) Half-blood by Jennifer your-surname-is-too-long-and-complicated-sorry. I've only read two or three pages, and already it sounds a little like Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead. The way daimons (what the hell of a name is that? Anyway, that would be Strigoi) are 'formed', how this guys are divided between Pure bloods (Moroi), which should be like la creme de la creme, and Half bloods (dhampirs), who are guardians or something. (still haven't read enough of it to have it clear, but it seems much like it) Anyway, it's not totally a bad things, since Vampire Academy is my favorite YA series ever. I mean, at least this author made her series like an amazing series, instead of a crappy one.

List over.
But these days I've bought another bunch of Classics, too. I want to have some culture. haha.
So I've bought:
Still from Shakespear, Much Ado for Nothing, Othello and As You Like It.
Then, a book called 'The Age of Innocence' for which I am a bit ashamed because I had never heard the author's name, and can't even remember it now, but it was among the Collins Classics so I assume he's someone important?
And I still have to read Tale of Two Cities by Dickens. (as soon as I'm over these, can't wait) and the old, good Wutherings Heights from earlier. ;D
Plus a neverending list of PN and YA I've got on goodreads.
Not to mention some tv series I've got to catch up on.
So, a lot of work ahead. (:


But talking about random stuff, did you (nonexistent) guys know that I'm going to freaking China in May?! mwahahahaha. Caaaan't wait. I'll go crazy there. And with my obsession for Chinese guys.. you never know. haha
School this year isn't so bad, I actually think I might come out of these year with good grades.
We'll see, I sincerely hope so.
This is the year where grades and extra courses and things like that start to count, so I've got to work hard.

Now, I'm tired of writing.
I guess I'll see you at my next post.

xx

finished with The Turn of the Screw!

Okay, I'm officially finished with The Turn Of The Screw, and consequently started a new book: The Portrait of a Lady. [you go Henry James!]
I couldn't decide between that; Tale Of Two Cities by Dickens and Wuthering Heighs by Emily Bronte; but eventually opted for that one.
Note to make: I asked my dad for advice. And he was obviously trying to sound clever, and he was like: "Well, dear, Dickens is a classic." And I was like "Well, dead, they're ALL classics. Duh!" -__-'' seriously.


So, about The Turn of the Screw.
It was not what I expected.
I mean, when I was first introduced to it, I thought it would be a total gothic novel, with the ghosts hanging aroung the house and, truthfully, being scarier.
Instead, I found myself caught up in a psicological book-- James knew Freud through his brother, who was a philosopher. 
With this book he wanted to give us an example of how our mind can sometimes play tricks on her.
In fact, despite the fact that the kids seem to be hiding something from the governess, and that the ghosts she's seeing appear to be two people who worked in the mansion in the past and died later on, no one can see the wraiths but her.
That leads us to the natural question: Is she REALLY seeing ghosts? Or is it just her allucinating or something?
Plus, James leaves an 'open' ending.
I mean, some were left disappointed by it--others, like me, confused.
I guess the author wanted to leave us hanging; trying to understand if this was a real ghost story or a big, fat allucination of a governess.


What did I think of the book. Well, all in all I liked it.
Sure, I took me a while to get used to James' writing, but I guess that was just cause it was meant to be a governess speaking, so of course it wouldn't be that high writing-level some might expect.
However, the purpose of the book was interesting and I liked that.




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Going on softer grounds.
I hate Chimics. 
I really, really do.
True, I've only had one lesson of it so far, but TRUST ME, I hate it. :/
As for other subjects, I feel this year's going better.
I don't feel like studying, actually, but it's not too bad to do that, either.
Particularly, I'm loving Philosophy. It's just SO interesting. *-*
As for my German lessons, don't tell me.
My German teacher, sorry dude but it's true, is oh-so-disappointing.
We're doing NOTHING in class.
True, I've already attended a course when I was in middle school, so I already know the things we're doing, but truly, we're doing almost nothing. And if a student says that, that must be true.
It's frustrating.




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Did YOU guys know I'd like to do a year of study abroad?
Well, I do.
And I probably won't.
Problem? moooooooooooooooooooney. Who said they don't rule the world? Because that was a total moron.
Years abroad cost thousands and thousands of dollars, and I'm not sure I can afford that.
We'll see.
I'd SO love to go in the USA for a year, I absolutely love it. I love it, love it, love it.
But I can't put too much hope on that, so I'll just think as if I wasn't going, so it'll be easier if I actually don't. ;D


Well, I wanted to say something else but apparently forgot it, so I guess it was nothing important.


xdarkwriter

Story of a girl.

Okay, so the other day I was on one of my usual wandering on youtube, and found this AWESOME song.
No, awesome doesn't quite describe it.
You ever heard Absolutely [Story of a Girl] by Nine Days? I love it!
It's not exactly sad, not even really about love.
I think it's a little of both, and I love the result.
Here's the link, in case you want to check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pO9QA3E7Udc&feature=player_embedded.

I also found some other cool songs:
Tonight Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae. --->  KNOW. It's just A song, but I like it! It cheers me up. haha (:
Wish You Well by Thousand Foot Krutch. --> Awesome, isn't it? I got lucky in this wandering. ;D
Why Does It Always Rain on Me by Travis. --> :'D
Smile by Uncle Kracker. --> Awwh.
AND!
I ended up on a Keane video, and how many memories!
I used to listen to their songs when I was little, and it felt so good to listen to them again.
This Is The Last Time, but more than anything: SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW!
How could I have forgotten this amazing songs for so long?
It's like going back in time. We shouldn't be stuck in the past, but sometimes stopping for a minute and remembering is good.

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I'm continuing Anna Karenina!
But first.
Yesterday I was googling up the question 'How old is Anna Karenina?', because so far Leo Tolstoj hasn't mentioned it, and I was curious.
So. If you haven't read the book and want to, don't read the following lines.
I was scrolling down the results, and what do I see?! A link reading: "Anna's death in Anna Karenina. Anna commits suicide."
And while my face was a lot between this: http://www.google.it/imgres?q=noooooooooo!&um=1&hl=it&biw=1366&bih=677&tbm=isch&tbnid=uN9jz3Cd1vt8dM:&imgrefurl=http://kakuzu123.webs.com/apps/photos/photo%3Fphotoid%3D55558288&docid=Um6gTNSfIm0F0M&w=857&h=638&ei=Z-V9ToDpEcrLswbSqsUP&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=489&vpy=371&dur=130&hovh=194&hovw=260&tx=105&ty=188&page=10&tbnh=137&tbnw=175&start=174&ndsp=19&ved=1t:429,r:8,s:174

And this: http://www.google.it/imgres?q=noooooooooo!&um=1&hl=it&biw=1366&bih=677&tbm=isch&tbnid=Y_5YKUJK4MSYWM:&imgrefurl=http://www.wallstreetoasis.com/image/noooooooooojpg%3Fsize%3Dblock&docid=j9bvXWUuDPUIUM&w=250&h=244&ei=Z-V9ToDpEcrLswbSqsUP&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=941&vpy=237&dur=3884&hovh=195&hovw=200&tx=113&ty=178&page=1&tbnh=154&tbnw=170&start=0&ndsp=19&ved=1t:429,r:17,s:0

For spoiling the ending, I couldn't help a soft: WHAT THE FUCK???!??!?!?!?!??
Google just frreaking ruined the book!!!!!!
If it weren't that I can't live without it, I'd hate it.
Ugh.
Whatever.
I'm still reading.
At least google didn't "accidentally" tell me everything that happens in-between, so at least that's still a surprise.
I'm currently on chapter 16-or-something of the third part.
And as I said, I'm totally loving it.
Seriously, if the ending doesn't suck, it will probably become one of my favorite books.
And I'm STILL on The Turn of The Screw by Henry James, ha-ha.
I've been there for nearly a month now. >.<
And in the meantime I read something like ten or fifteen books.
I picked it up again after I finished Frankenstein, and right now I've read half of it, so hopefully I'll be finished in a few days, if I really put myself into it and limit my breaks. ha.

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What else?
Ah, school's boring.


See ya!
xx

School's started, and I'm reading.

School's started, and with that, studying, waking up early, and stress--generally speaking.


I've decided this year will be different.
I'm in eleventh grade on, which means things are getting pretty serious here, and either I get a move on, or things will turn out nasty.
And I don't want to repeat the year. Not even a second of my life will be wasted of school. u.u


So.
Now that I've made my "promise", I can go on talking about something more interesting.
I'm currently reading Frankenstein [Guess what? For school] and I'm really enjoying it. I already wanted to read it, and when my English teacher told me to, I was like whatever, I'm more than okay with that.
It's a really sad book.
I haven't finished it yet--I've got fifty pages left or something.
I hate how Frankenstein Junior is all alone in the world, with no one caring for him. I hope if someone like him will ever knock on my door, I'll recognize the same loneliness and need of love I now see in Frankenstein Junior and welcome him, because it's really awful to read things like that happening to a person. Being utterly alone in the world.




~~~ continued.




Last night internet connection sucked, so I'm continuing this entry now.
It's 7.35 a.m. ATM and I--
NEVERMIND.
I'm back from school now.
So this entry takes place in three different times. Cool.
So, now that I'm almost finished with Frankenstein guess what else I've started reading? Anna Karenina.
Yeah. I'm still reading YA as in-betweens, but basically this is my current-reading.
And I'm so loving it.
Although the lenght of the whole book scares me a little, what with the whole eight parts, each divided in more than thirty chapters, and what with the pdf document telling me it's more thatn 1700 pages. But still.
I'm almost done with part one.
I've just been introduced to Anna in the story, and I already love her so far.
Sure, being she's a married woman and a mother and all, she shouldn't show interest for another man, who's even younger than her from what I perceive.
And it's a little sad for Kitty. But still, I love how she and Vronsky are somehow.. I wouldn't say "attracted", more.. "inexplicably linked"? No. What I mean is, they shouldn't feel what they feel, and they should look at each other how they do-- and they know it. But still, they can't help it.
How would you call that?
Plus, and I think it's my generation's fault, when I first read of Stepan betraying his wife I was TOTALLY sure he had had sex with the governess. And instead, later, I hear Dolly say he kissed the woman.
And I was like, what the hell, and you're mad for that?
But later I pondered the situation and guessed, for their epoque and anyway generally speaking--she was right at being angry and feeling like she felt.
On the other hand I was feeling said for poor Levin, who loves Kitty so much and yet found himself refused.
Although I understand Kitty's reasons, I felt a bit of sane revenge when Vronsky started staring at Anna instead of her.
So what, I can be a bitch sometimes.


So, these were my general opinions about the book so far-- Can't wait to go on with it, and I hope it doens't get boring or whatever.




Oh, and lately I've also read Blood Magic by Tessa Gratton, which was really cool, Touch of Frost from the Mythos Academy series by Jennifer Estep, which I loved [err, loved Logan Quinn is more like it] and can't wait to read the next one of the series, Spell Bound by some poor writer whose name's too complicated for me to remember, and a few other books you can look up on my goodreads account if you care.
[http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/5153099-elena, in case you don't know it]




So, I guess I'll see you at my next entry.
Which, I promise--No, I'm not promising anything, I rather hope--will be more interesting than this.


xx darkwriter

Packing things up and talking random

Packing things up. Does it feel like this when you're moving? In my case, we're only renovating the house. Collateral damage: we need to leave.


Explanation: So my parents had this weird idea of renovating the house out of the blue. They say, since they can't find a new house that 'suits their need', is in a good area, is bright, is big, is cheap, and all that sort of things that you'll never find all together in a house, And if you do, you've probably made something wrong. But anyway, since they can't, they decided to renovate this one.
I was good with it the way it already is, but they're kind of stubborn on that point so let's just hope there won't come up a mess out of the whole thing.
Collateral damage of the process? We need to leave the house.
A week from now, we'll have to be good and out of here and will have to had packed everything up and taken it away from the flat. Yeah, RENOVATING A FLAT. Got something to say? Me too.
Whatever.
That's how it works in Italy.
I won't probably have the chance to connect much, if EVER.
Not that that will post a problem. I hardly ever write on this blog. Thing is, i like writing. Other thing is, i like writing for myself.
FACT is, now i'm not writing for myself. I'm writing for a blog. And, you know, it wouldn't suck a little feedback from someone, ANYONE. Wouldn't be so bad. You know.
So in addition we have me writing posts, no one reading it.
So, what's the use in writing a blog?
I could write a diary and i should be happy with myself anyway. But i kind of like the idea that someone, maybe, in a place far away from here, once in a century, could lo.ok up here and see what i've written.
Losey.
Back to the point.
I need to pack.
I need to leave.
And i need to start preparing things for my head off to the South of Italy which will happen in about two weeks, i think.
Like every summer of my life.
Wouldn't be that bad.
You know what sucks about that?
My birthday.
You know when's my birthday?
August 8th.
You know when we leave?
Usually August 6th.
You know where i was able to celebrate my birthday with my friends in my entire life?
...
Silence.
Never ever.
My birthdays history kinda sucks.
And will suck this year, too.
*Takes a bow*


Whatever, folks, i'm tired of writing to no one.
See you at my next post.
Question: Do you believe in the existence of vampires?
--- No, i personally don't, like probably the rest of you. But, just asking. There's some crazy people that do. I don't mistake my obsession with those stories for real belief. Thanks God i'm not that nuts. Not yet.




Mood: Bored.








P.S. Did i mention i was in Florida until last week?
Mosquitoes? I hate them so much.
Florida? Loved every second of it.

VOTE FOR SPIRIT BOUND! http://www.bookweekonline.com/voting/7-12

 I don't know if you're fans of the Vampire Academy book series, by Richelle Mead, and i honestly don't care [<3], as long as you vote here -----> http://www.bookweekonline.com/voting/7-12 for Spirit Bound. 
If you've read it, you know how awesome and well-written it is. If you haven't, then i suggest you to stand up, go to the nearest library and buy all the VA books because they're really worth it.
The reason why i am asking you all to vote is because Richelle, the author of the books, made a kind of deal with fans. She said if Spirit Bound wins the awards, she will write a 'story', which will be a sort of mini-spin-off, about Rose and Dimitri, the main characters of the series.
And fans, including me, are pretty freaked out about the whole idea and are voting like crazy. So if you happen on this page, please please PLEASE make sure you'll vote for Spirit Bound.

Thank you so much.

Undecided day; preparing for school trip.

 Hellooo.

So. I've got to start packing something. We're leaving in FOUR DAYS. [Five, actually. But that's not the point] and i'm pretty excited.
Strasburgh on school trip, and then i'm going to spend a few days in London with my parents.
Woo hoo. I love travelling.
Today the sky is grey, but you can still see the sun. So it's up to you whether to consider it a good or bad day. Guess it all depends on what you were planning to do. But anyway. I'm planning to pack and make lists; proving that is the fact that earlier i had to go out and i was wearing a TRACKSUIT. Well, not exactly. Track suit pants and a low cut tank top. But i'm rambling again.

Oh, and now that i remember, i so have to finish reading Dracula in, let's say, two days. And icing on the cake, i'm still on page 123. And there's more than 400. I usually am fast with books, but consider the first part was pretty boring, count the pages are all thick-written, and add that i didn't give much time to reading it; and you've got my problem. I guess i'll tell my teacher i read something else for Easter holiday.

Because anyway, she didn't give me a book to read; she just said read something, so that something can be anything. 

Okay.

Going back to the suitcase part.

I need to make a list of to-bring things. 

And whether you want it or not, you're going to listen to what i'm gonna take.
It took me a relative amount of time, choosing which suitcase to pick. Eventually, i opted for the dark-blue one, which is my favorite color and is very very big. Not ohmygod-who-the-hell-does-she-think-she-is big, but quite big. So yeah.


-.-. I was writing and my laptop suddently blacked out. Thank God what i had already wrote was saved somewhere, or i'd be breaking something right now.

Anyway, i've just realized it'd be awkward to list you all the bras and panties i'm gonna take, so i guess i'll just list clothes by myself. hees.

 

You know, i'm liking this blog thing. Because nearly no-one reads it, but it feels like you're talking to the world, instead of just keeping things for yourself.

It's like finally freeing what you have and feel inside, but without fearing somebody else's opinion.

I love it. 

 

 

xx

 

Destination: Florida. And some other randomness.

12.13 Local time.

So i'm going to Florida.
After a century of trying to decide whether to go to Ireland or Florida this summer, and with the ulterior adding of England, i finally decided for the american one.
Maybe you don't yet know about my obsession with the USA.
Well, it has been there for almost, what's it, eight years now? Maybe more. Okay, let's say since i found out the USA existed. Which was probably around third grade. ha - ha.
The idea of going to the country doesn't excite me so much, not like it did knowing that i was going to visit New York, last year. It was a dream come true, because i had always wanted to go there. Florida was just something that happened, it was an option, and i took it because it was USA. Not because i was really eager to visit it.

But anyway, the choice is made. I only hope there'll be some place left! It took me a relevant amount of time to decide, and i'm worried it maybe was too much.

Oh and by the way, of course i don't usually talk like this. But i have fun.  I mean, i formulate some sentences like a seventy - year - old man would.

 

Oops, i totally forgot to keep writing. 

1.22 a.m. Local time, now.

Still chatting with my friend. Wait, i didn't tell you that earlier. Well, i am now. He's the reason why i stopped writing here.

And he's trying to make me spill some of my personal writing.. no way. Nuh uh. No one gets to read it. Not yet, at least.

I'm pretty tired and sleepy right now. Not to mention the massive headache i've been having since around 10 p.m.

My sister's asleep and i am on my bed wearing a blue tank top and my purple panties--one of my favorites. Not that this should concern you in any way. With my laptop on my knees, and staring at my red socks.

The sky is dark, as it is supposed to be since it is night, and i can't see stars through my white curtains.
There's still that red light coming from the DVD player that scares me. It has always had. I don't know why, i guess it's because it reminds me on an evil eye watching me. Reason why, for years i've been covering it with clothes, objects or whatever i had on tap. Now i am starting to deal with my insane fear.

Insane and awkward, i would say.

Oh, look. Now my friend is insulting William Shakespeare, and saying the dude was ugly and bald. hahaha. And he thinks he probably stank.

Okay, i think i've said enough for tonight.

I'll keep you informed with whatever thing happens in my average life.

 

xx

Newby.

Well, hi.

This is my first post [guess what].

I've been trying to decide whether to create a blog here or mantain a journal on livejournal.com.

Eventually, i decided i could just create one here and keep the other, and see how things work out.

It'd be difficult to keep writing on both, not to say quite boring, but we'll see. Maybe i could use the two spaces for different things.

But that's not likely to happen. And the reason is that i created this blogs to write, which is one of the things i most enjoy doing. Let's say i love doing it, and i hope for a future regarding writing.

So you see the eventual purpose of the blogs is the same. Duh.

What's funny about the situation, is that i am talking to a 'you', but that's not likely to exist, since this is my first post, nobody knows of the existence of the blog yet, and so on.

Anyway.

Let's just pretend i'm talking to an imaginary 'you'.

Dear you, you've heard my problems about deciding if i should keep my journal or my blog.

And i'm sure you don't give a mcchicken. [Note here: I am currently trying to substitute curses with the word 'mcchicken', which i love, or, some other times, with the common expression 'eff'. But that is most likely to happen only with the 'f' word'. So you see. ]

Okay, i guess i've written all you didn't need to read.

Thank YOU for your attention. 

xx