Have you ever wondered...

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to win a prize from a famous author? Well, I'm feeling it. Sure, I only won a pair of earrings themed for Angela Corbett's books, but that's pretty darn cool. And it's certainly better than nothing. It's makes me feel like I'm one in a million, and they still picked ME.

...And of course that leads me to thinking about soulmates, and how out of the million other people out there, one person is gonna pick me. ME. The girl who sits on the couch all day tapping her long fingers lightly yet rhythmically against her laptop keyboard as she types beautiful writing and angry messages. The girl who might as well sit alone at lunch because she gets no pleasure with the group she hangs with, the girl who gets all A's in school, but somehow couldn't care less if you punched her in the nose. I mean, seriously?! Who's gonna go for a woman like that?

But, of course, against all odds, someone is gonna pick me, exactly for all those reasons I just named for someone to not like me. And I'll call him crazy as I reach for his hand and grasp his warmth for my own enjoyment, and watch as he smirks in amusement, and it'll all be perfect.

Short post. Enjoy!
C

Some old writing of mine . . .

So I was going through some old writing of mine, and came across this. I'm quite fond of it . . . so I'd thought I'd post it. Enjoy!

There was a loud rap on my window that woke me right up. It was light, basing off the little rays seeping through my curtains, which meant it was still day, and I wondered why in the world whoever was out there would be knocking on my window at this time, when it was even colder than usual.

            I hesitantly snuck across the room, carefully watching my step so I wouldn’t wake anyone, and slowly pulled the curtains aside. There stood Adrian, looking absolutely perfect as always, in a pair of long dark blue jeans, a black T-shirt shoved under a plaid green-and-black-and-white button-up vest, wonderfully fitted to his frame to make him appear thinner, and he wore his usual vans and accessories. There was a bright smile on his face, the whiteness of his teeth glistening off the light of the sun. I chuckled lightly at him, mentally congratulating him for getting onto my balcony for once, and opened the door for him to come in. He lifted me into the air, his hands on my waist, and twirled us around in a full circle.

            “Hey, guess what?!” He asked excitedly, but didn’t wait for me to give an answer. “I finally mastered my fire element and passed my final exam!!” He clapped his hands together happily, and I couldn’t help the swelling of my heart’s joyousness from this news.

            “Why, that’s magnificent!” I exclaimed, and he nodded, his face lighting up even more.

            “I’m so happy.” He declared to me, and wrapped my body in a firm hug. He started by teasingly nibbling my ear, but then his lips tenderly moved their way towards my mouth with extra care. His hands moved along my body and traveled to places they shouldn’t ever go to, with my clothes on or off. My hands gained a mind of their own in reaction to his, and started prying at the buttons of his vest, and his, as if realizing he had similar wants to mine, pulled my red cardigan up and over my head, breaking our kiss for the tiniest moment, but soon we had the same warm energy flowing between us once more. His vest and my cardigan were on the floor, and his black T-shirt soon joined it, along with my bra.

            Adrian’s hands cautiously moved over my bare skin, and he stared at me as if he were surprised of my beauty. He repeated the same words he had after our first kiss, both a prayer and a séance instead of a mere compliment.

            “You’re…You’re amazing.” He drew me closer, like a fisherman bringing in his catch. He was puffing hard, but once his hands were finished exploring the available bare skin, they trailed down to the button on my jeans, and he pulled them off with ease.

            Once all our clothes were tossed casually onto the floor, he pushed me back onto my bed and wrapped me in his warmth. I loved the both the feeling and the scent of his skin, an unusual cinnamon spice coating his normal musk. His kisses became greedier against my mouth, but they were pleasurable, and with each one my happiness was taken to a whole new level.

            From the moment he did it, I knew I wouldn’t have been satisfied if we had done it any other time. Fate had planned it to be today, and that’s exactly when I wanted it to be. No sooner, and no later.

            For the rest of the night (or day, if you want to be technical) he held me and whispered, “You’re amazing, little Moroi, so so amazing,” in between each kiss. Every time he did, I knew that little nickname had grown on me. If one day he came up to me and called me Alicia for the rest of our life together, I would be disappointed. Just like I would never be satisfied with anyone but Adrian being here with me, taking my virginity with the utmost care, and holding me as cautiously as he would with a new-born baby, but still with the blissful energy. I felt amazing and incredible and wonderful and marvelous and just fantastic.

           

            It was the best thing waking up at the end of the night and feeling him nested next to me. He had obviously woken up before me, because my head was in his lap, which was covered with the jeans he’d been wearing earlier (and was wearing again), and my blanket was covering my still naked body. His fingers were playing in my hair, tangling themselves into a tighter knot in the auburn strings, and he looked down fondly at my face, a pure smile on his face. When he watched my eyes flutter open, he smiled more, and untangled his fingers from my hair.

            “Hello beautiful,” he whispered, his voice coated with his love and tender affection for me. I returned his smile, and started to sit up, dragging the blanket with me to keep myself hidden beneath it. I tore my eyes away from Adrian’s flawless face, and let them wander around the room. Everything was as we’d left it, with his shirt and the rest of my clothes in a pile, and the curtains open, revealing a starry night sky. My gaze made it over to my alarm clock when my eyes widened, realizing I was late for my first two classes.

            Adrian’s hands caught my shoulder before I could bolt, and gently massaged the spot he had grabbed as he chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, little Moroi, I called the office while you were sleeping to tell them you weren’t feeling well enough to leave bed, so that’s where you’ll be staying for the rest of the day.” His words relaxed me, as did his touch, and I leaned back into his bare chest. He pressed something soft—his lips?—into my hair and slipped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap. “How are you feeling?” He asked nonchalantly, and I smirked at his casual question.

            “Absolutely perfect.”

Idk. I just really liked that scene. There was a certain perfectness in it that I've never caught anywhere else.

Btw, that was also last year's (2011) NaNoWriMo . . . Or at least a piece of it. Most elements of it were good, the setting, some people, the classes, but things like the main character and storyline were screwed. I honestly think my first-ever story had a better storyline--and that's saying something. Speaking of my first story ever--I've been thinking of rewriting that one if I ever get another story finished. It'd definitely be cool--with extra high chances of getting published with it's content . . .

Gifts of the People

I think everyone has a gift, a talent, a need to share themself with the world and let themself shine. For some, it is hard to meet their dreams, stealing as many years from time as they can to hone their gift, until the right moment comes and they are finally forced into making the star in theirself glimmer in the breathtaking spot light. For others, it comes differently. Some rush into it, sure of their dream from the moment they take their first breath. I'm a little like that, I suppose you might say.

As a young teenage writer, I know life has been kind to me. I have a room over my head, two supporting parents (when they aren't yelling at me because I did some wrong), ambition, and as much as I try to be modest about it, talent. I many elements in my life that make me who I am--which I haven't really figured out yet. My friends are always telling me what I am: caring, beautiful, fashionable . . . but I don't know how to believe that. Yet. I think someday, maybe someday, I just have to proove to myself that I am all those things, like I've already made them believe.

Anyways, when I was younger, I didn't have the luxury of writing like I do these days. I had music--I was singing before I could talk--and art. Creativity and imagination as a bonus. Maybe plop a romance in there that I didn't understand. I honestly thought I was going to be a famous singer like Taylor Swift someday. She was my superstar--my role model. But learning of her music is also what caused me to drift farther and farther from my at-home family, the seperation still remaining today. Not the point here. Moving on . . .

But as I said, I did have creativity and imagination, like most children. Like most of my friends, I was tagged in Talented and Gifted, and at recess we'd have live role plays where we'd love and fight bad guys. It was our life. Most of all, it was real.

Time skip, and we're in fifth grade. I've started my first book, inspired after being introduced to the realm of young adult books. I never did finish that book, but it was a good start. I can now see how that led into the development I have today.

Skip another year, and I'm being homeschooled online because I'm so smart the school couldn't keep up with me. I've started another book, having abandoned the other, and it takes me months to get 5,000 words before I finally get stuck and start another, playing with the greek gods like I'd always loved. I found the school NaNoWriMo club--a basic writer's club for anyone who wrote books. You didn't have to participate in the activity. You just had to write.

Anyways, the support of all the people in the club is what helped me finish that third book. Novella, if you wanna classify it correctly, but I'd never been so proud. 18,000 words in one book, and I was finished, already set up for sequel and gaining more skill and development with every word I wrote.

Fast forward to today, and I actually haven't finished another piece, unless you count the small novelette I did in January. But I do have good starts on every piece I have saved either on my jump drive or my computer--and I plan to finish something before the end of June. Before the end of the school year.

If there's one thing that I have learned from my journey of talent, it's that convincing the world you have talent is the easy part. Convincing yourself, and learning to stand on your own two feet is the hard part. I have myself pretty convinced--and I truthfully must say I have no doubts that I'll be published someday. That maybe one day--I'll be drinking coffee eww, no, not coffee, flavored water with Cynthia Hand and Richelle Mead getting ready for a tour or something because I'm a bestseller. Why a bestseller, when I'm supposedly so modest? It's not for the fame, I'll tell you that. It's to have touched someone's life--someone's heart--so deeply that they cried or laughed. That they felt for the characters.

Another thing: Don't deny yourself, your heart, from doing what it needs to. You'll become stronger just by leading yourself on the right path--and not letting anyone else choose for you. That's how you'll win. That's how everyone will win.

Love you <3
Cassandra Bloom, the someday bestselling author

Felt the Need to Post These Lyrics

Idk why, but when this song came on my playlist, I felt the need to post them. They're so . . . true. And me. Like they describe me in a way I can't even admit to myself. Story of my life.

[Jordin]
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air

If I should die before I wake
It's 'cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
Oh

[Chris Brown]
I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave
My heart won't move, it's incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand

[Jordin]
But how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe

[Chorus:]
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

[Chris Brown]
I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There's no gravity to hold me down for real

[Jordin]
But somehow I'm still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don't know how, but I don't even care

[Both:]
So how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe

[Chorus]

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No more
It's no air, no air

[Chorus]

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air

Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air

That's all for today :) It just sorta reminds me how if I only had the rest of today to live . . . I'd want to be with those I love, because without them my life would mean nothing. I wouldn't have air. I would just be another corpse drowning out in the deep waters. So thanks to those of you who choose to make my life mean something((:

Excerpts of Mine--From Various Works

So I finally decided something: Imma post some excerpts of some of my stories. They are sorta randomized, and I'll have headers of what story they came from, maybe a synopsis if I'm feeling generous, but otherwise that's all the excitement that's ranking out today. Hope you enjoy!

First up, I got a few from the famously labeled Prologue! xD The first is a little gruesome, but it's a great way to start, in my oppinion . . .

Prologue

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a-ha, look at her ass, Peter!” John elbowed him friend’s stomach and pointed off at some blonde-haired girl who had her back to the two comical boys. Peter laughed, his face turning red at the sight of the girl. “It’s all rumpled.” John went on. Peter snickered and shoved his friend, causing John to be set slightly off balance.

          “Her butt’s not rumpled, it just looks that way because it’s small and she’s wearing baggy jeans. I think her ass would look wonderful in my bed.” The two boys laughed and walked off to get to their next classes. Her barren black eyes were on them though, as they continued on with their lives.

          That night, they were murdered mercilessly. Their skin completely shed from their bodies; it left their beds soaked with blood. But their faces, which had been spared of the curse and were still wrapped with a human’s outer layer, were twisted in horrific agony as if they still wanted to scream but somehow couldn’t.

          Before their murderer leapt from their windowsill she turned to them and whispered, “This is what you get for the sins you’ve committed.” And for the moon, she swept back her hair to reveal a dark scarred tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a knot, symbolizing that she was deeply tied to her own mistakes, but somehow she knew she would get herself untangled from the horrible man who held her soul.

          She looked up to the stars and wished on one. Although her wish was more of a statement, her intent was clear.

          “I will find you.”

~andies:a short one~

“This is damn scary—not to mention creepy . . .” Aaron muttered, daringly letting himself become vulnerable in that cellar. And for a moment, he could see all of his fears, all neatly laid out in a row. Each just as flauntingly rare as the one before, he couldn’t bare to face any of them.

          The unknown.

          Attachment.

          Fear. Fear of fear. Ironic, he knew, but it was inevitable.

          And perhaps the scariest of all . . . love.
~andies: a comic relief. It's not all serious in the book, quite the opposite...lol reminds me of a conversation Jessica and I had earlier *pause on excerpts*

Jess: Where do the angels have a place in this?
Me: I have no idea . . . I don't think they do. Maybe Heaven burned out or something *chuckles*
Jess: Well it's a little disconcerning to think about demons defending us while angels, the ones who are SUPPOSED to be here, are just out gallavanting around the universe
Me: XD *snickers* it's actually quite funny that way . . .
Jess: It's disconcerning!
Me: Maybe they're on lunch break xD

I mean seriously?! How awesome is that? xD~

“We’ll get all this sorted out tomorrow.” Jeremy cut in suddenly. “Dawn is almost upon us—and the boss only gets crankier the more time he spends with people so I don’t think you’d like to spend the day on a play date with him.”

          “I think he’s just naturally like that all the time.” William pointed out, smiling. “Perhaps it’s from lack of coffee?”

          “Coffee isn’t the answer to every problem in the world, Will . . .” Aaron replied flippantly.

          “Maybe not, but it sure helps.” Jeremy agreed; the whole group started emptying towards the door.

          “It’s a disgusting substance, I don’t see how it could help with anything except maybe making me barf.” Aaron joked, and watched Jeremy roll his eyes. Cora chuckled at the men, smoothing some hair behind her ear as she watched them, amused.

          “Well, men, I must be off, but you’ll be hearing from me,” Cora goodbyed them and left after, walking through the door Jeremy held open for her. Next William tipped his non-existent hat and lifted his own coat from the coat rack.

          “Same here; c’est la vie,” he called annoyingly before disappearing into the night, which was quickly evaporating into day. Aaron wished it would come fast enough to turn fragile Cora to dust—but that was too much to hope for, wasn’t it?

          “So, Jeremy, I need to sleep and I’d assume you do too.” Aaron started.

          “That I do.” Jeremy replied

          “Is my bed made?”

          “Like a king’s, boss.”

          “Then I’m going to retire to my room and you’re free for the day.”

~I swear, I love arguing about coffee :D The final one:~

“Gods, do I have to get up?” He whined to no one in particular, not expecting an answer as he savored a few more moments in his comfy, wonderful bed.

          “Yes, Mr. King, you do.”

          At the sound of the voice Aaron burst straight up, eyes bulging, and met the eyes of his intruder. None other than Coralina, her hair and clothing somehow even more extraordinary than that night before. Her dark hair was curly today, the spirals pinned directly above her ear, creating a side ponytail that only made her oval-shaped face look even more angelic. Her attire was more casual than before—long light-colored jean shorts that reached until they were right above her knees, a deep red collared v-neck shirt with short sleeves covering her top, and a leather chord without a charm resting on her collarbone.

          Her eyes also seemed to soak into him as he looked her over. He was shirtless—he knew—with nothing but black boxers on the bottom, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable with her eyes pouring into him, drinking every curved muscle that sculpted his tan chest. He wanted to run away.

          “What are you doing here? Didn’t it just turn dark?” Aaron asked feebly. Her amber eyes met his, only making his heart pound harder. Why was she so relaxed in the presence of an almost naked man—one who could rip her apart if he so desired? Though that would take a lot of self-control, which after his recent performances he would say he was seriously lacking in.

          “The sun set a little early today. It is winter after all. Anyways, when it set I decided to come over and Jeremy said I could wait for you to wake up and said you probably wouldn’t mind if I waited for you here so I did.” She explained, that rhythmic thing in her voice again. When Aaron didn’t reply, too breathless to even speak, she continued. “You sleep weird. You do that weird thing that humans do.”

          Finding this funny and letting the thought entertain himself enough to comfort him, he stretched and let out a small yawn. “It’s called snoring, darlin’, and every male on this planet does it. Get used to it.” She frowned, crinkling her nose. Aaron didn’t like that expression on her face.

          “My last boyfriend didn’t do it . . .” The word ‘boyfriend’ made his heart sweep. What was this? He hadn’t ever had feelings like this before she took those stilettos that were on her feet and stepped into this house—and suddenly he knew what having his heart have weight dropped on it felt like? And how come all he wanted to do was sweep her up in his arms and do dirty things with her ‘til the crack of dawn? And, most of all: Was she feeling any of this too?

          Pushing thoughts of her away, he turned away. “Well then, maybe he’s the weird one.” He paused, a sigh reaching his lips as he forced himself to say the next thing. “Now will you please get out of my room? I’d like to get dressed.” Wordlessly, he heard her leave the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

          Letting out a breath of release, Aaron roughly shoved a hand through his long, messy blonde hair in efforts to calm himself. But of course that didn’t work in any way, shape, or form. It just made him more frustrated with the fact that he couldn’t get his mind off of her. Granted, it might be hard since he could only imagine she was right outside his door . . .

          Okay, not helping, he snapped at his mind.

Cora just makes me laugh. Especially in this scene lol. Okay enough excerpts from this book--I'll move on to a few others before I shut down and go to sleep (I'm already in bed ;) ).

This is the beginning to a story I haven't touched in a while, but I completely love it now I that I go back and look at it. Btw, this one's called, "The End."

Chapter 1~

The First Day

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he largest pain woke me that morning. It had hit me in my sleep too, but in my groggy state I’d been able to keep it at bay. But it hadn’t left yet, and not it was gonna have its full affect.

          I bolt straight up right, the pain tearing at all of me; my skin, my brain, my insides, my sanity. Momentarily the pain was subdued by the dizziness that came with the quickness of my movement, but then I felt it searing through me again, it’s slithering worse than that of a snake.

          Of course, I’d felt this before, but its effects had never been this strong, pulsing in a way that made my body shake in huge tremors every time a beat came around. My breath was ragged as it tried to swallow me whole, and the stars spinning through my mind made me wish they would stop taunting me and really make me faint so I could escape this Hell-hole.

          And then, after a moment, it was satisfied with my low groans and was gone, leaving me to remake my messed-up bed, and before I could do that, un-knit my fingernails from the fabric of the bed. It took a few seconds for my heart to restart itself, and after that I wished it truly had swallow me so I didn’t have to suffer through the disaster I knew today would be.

          This was a great way to start my first try of senior year high school.

* * *

An hour later, after adeptly tossing out the breakfast my aunt tried to force down my throat and easily evading her repeated attempts to brush my unmade hair, London pulled up in her bright yellow convertible Mustang.

          London wasn’t exactly as close as a normal best friend would be to be, but if you take it to literal terms, she was the best friend I had. She made living with my aunt a little more worth it. She was a sweet popular prep,  an overachiever that lived on the leadership team. A complete opposite to me, but I enjoyed her attention, though I would never admit to it, and she enjoyed mine.

          I slipped into her car, not bothering to take off my black shoulder bag as I clipped my seatbelt shut.

          “Hey Cass,” she greeted me, a smile on her cherry red lips. She looked just as good as ever, her gorgeous red hair pulled into elegant curls in her ponytail, a tad of blue eye-shadow brimming her blue eyes, and black mascara applied thickly to her lashes. A fringed jean short-skirt tightened with a silken white belt wrapped her tan legs and her tight red v-neck t-shirt went around her, not letting a curve hide itself from the rest of the world. Sometimes, I sorta wished I could have such good natural features that could be enhanced that way, but mostly I was happy with my dyed black hair, black clothing, and metal spiked black combat boots.

          “It’s Cassidy and you know it.” I replied, absentmindedly casting a smile in her direction as well. I saw her eye my boots and outfit disapprovingly, and I knew what was coming next.

          “You know, you should let me dress you sometime.” She suggested, and I snorted.

          “Ha-ha very funny.”

          “You know, I still hold a claim on you for prom night,” she told me, and I half-groaned.

          “I’m only going if I get a date—you know that.” I replied, and she lightly punched my shoulder.

          “I’ll find you a date. And then I’ll make you more beautiful than Cinderella,” she said, winking in my direction. Another groan. “Oh come on, there are plenty of guys who’d go with you.” The unwritten line in her plan was that any guy would go with me—if she bribed them. Last year that was how I got good dates to all of the dance, and for some reason I didn’t want that this year. If I was going stag, or not at all, so be it. I was fine with that, as long as I didn’t feel as if I were cheating the whole thing.

         “No guy would be caught dead with me, especially at prom. So stop being so delusional. If some guy can ask me without having to be bribed, I will give him some serious thought, but I promise nothing else. I doubt anyone will, though.” I stated, and watched as a mysterious grin washed over her features.

          “There’s still the rest of the year to win over ‘some guy’s’ heart.” True, very true . . .

For some reason I just really like London. I wish the rest of what I had planned would work out. Maybe though I could work it out differently . . .

One more, this one's called The Hunted (if I ever get to it the sequels will be called The Gifted and The Taken. I really have good ideas for these :) I even used to have a synopsis . . .but idk where it went so now you get this)

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hat stalker truly had no idea what was coming to him if he didn’t leave me alone. He’d been following me in his cherry red truck for the last fifteen minutes as I walked home from work. It had started off with a casual, “Hey, do you need a ride?” and quickly changed to, “ALICE GET IN THE CAR!” when I ignored him.

          Of course, that was when I started running. Any guy who knew my real name was bad news.

          As soon as I broke into a sprint the block came to an end. And he pulled out in front of me. I had lightning quick reflexes, so I stopped myself before I could because the sidewalk paint, but I still bumped into his truck. When I didn’t succeed in getting the heck out of there, he plucked me up at my waist with strong hands and brought me in, closing the door behind me.

”Nice of you to join me, Miss Alice.”

          “LET ME OUT!” I shrieked repeatedly, fighting the arms that somehow managed to restrain me and drive at the same time. I needed to get away. This man, no matter how old or young, was bad.

          And I always get what I want.

          The first question wasn’t how I was gonna get out. It was how am I gonna get out alive? The car was moving at a very fast pace, meaning if I even somehow got out of his tentacles and out the door I’d still be sidewalk paint. That meant I would have to wait until we got to where he was taking me, where there would most likely be more men like him. And I didn’t like the sounds of that.

          But the knowledge having to wait didn’t keep me from making this man’s life as complicated as I could. I thrashed around the truck as much as I could, but making sure the door was off limits. Accidents are possible, and that was not one I would appreciate.

I screamed when he shoved the nose of a gun to my forehead. I froze.

          “Now, Alice, I just want to talk to you. We have two ways to do that. I can force you, though I certainly don’t want to kill you, or you can come willingly.” I remained still. If he was telling the truth, he truly had no wants to kill me, but if I gave him any reason for his finger to slip on the trigger, I would be dead. That was also an accident I didn’t want to happen.

          When I remained still he took back the gun. I then noticed the car was stopped fully, but I didn’t dare glance outside. Who knows what he’d do to me in the time it took me to look away. I did, however, avert my eyes from his.

          “Alice?” He asked, his voice demanding that I look back at him. I didn’t listen. “Alice, look at me.” I noticed he wasn’t touching me skin-to-skin at all. When he had grabbed me and restrained me, he’d been holding onto my clothing, and I’d been fighting arms that had long sleeves covering them. And he wasn’t touching me now, not forcing me to look at him. Even when he pointed the gun at me, the cool metal had been pressed to my forehead. Either there was something wrong with him, or something wrong with me.

          And I was guessing it was the latter.

Hope you enjoyed that, have a nice day!

~C~

Today I Get to Go Dancing

I love to dance. You probably didn't know that before, but it's completely true. On top of all my other crazy hobbies, dancing is there. Normally, it's just a crazy fun freestyle in my room to some pop or whatever I decide to play on my laptop, but today I get to go to the grange and have some real fun. I'm just learning how to dance more formally, when you have a male partner, since I've only gone once before, but it is lots of fun. Last time R (friend of mine) sang a song (Suds in a Bucket?) and secrets were traded. I know that first time is one I want to remember, above all the rest. :)

Moving on . . .

Writing update: I've recently gotten into one of my older stories. I abandoned it when I lost my jump-drive, as I did with every other story I had written up to that point, because that's where my newest content of it was. And though I have finally found my jump-drive, I haven't been using it as much. I decided that what I had on this unnamed story of mine, Prologue in the file for lack of better idea, that wasn't on my computer was going to crap anyways, and I went off in a different direction with the scene, perhaps the whole story, and I am so much happier with it. So happy, in fact, that I stayed up 'til midnight last night just to complete 1,000 words in an hour for it. I had a hard time closing my laptop so I could sleep enough to do my homework today ;)

In the reading world, things have been hectic. I've mostly given up on reading Phantom of the Opera for the time being, needing my precious free time for things like writing and homework, but I have been reading other things. On top of rereading some Richelle Mead content, I swallowed The Hunger Games in a single day. Sorry fans . . .

But I almost felt sorry I read it. I wished I had head my friend's warnings earlier that day, but I honestly felt it was too cruel a book. I was so put-out with the author for putting so much effort into a horribly themed book that I was almost two seconds from launching my kindle at the white walls of my bedroom. Luckily K was there to save me ^.^

K, a wonderful friend of mine, has been working really hard on one of her amazingful stories. It's incredibly funny, and I love it. I hope she doesn't mind that I'm sharing two excerpts in my blog ;)

“Roi come on—you have to come dance,” Kiki grinned, tugging on my arm.

“Kiki I’m not going to dance,” I whined.

She used her superior strength, and pulled me to my feet.

“Yes you are—come on,” she grunted, pulling me to the crowd of pulsing bodies.

“Kiki I—” I started, but she interrupted in a low hiss.

“You will dance, or you will die,” she said, before shoving me in to a tall, lanky blonde boy.

“Oof,” he grunted as I smacked in to him.

“Oh I-I’m sorry, my friend is kind of pushy...” I trailed off.

His green eyes appraised me , before he half smiled, realizing it had been a female attacking him.

“Naw its fine babe. You dance?” He asked, pointing a thumb at the crowd.

“N-no I don’t that’s sweet though, thanks...” I was preparing to back out as my cheeks flushed red, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me in to him.

“Why don’t you dance with me?” he suggested.

“Thanks but I—”

“Sorry—I’m afraid she’s spoken for this evening,” a deep gentle voice purred from behind me, his arm slipping around my waist, and tugging me free from the others grasp easily.

By the sound of his voice, the swooping save, and the way the blondes eyes bugged, I knew exactly who had come to the rescue. I allowed him to lead me away, before I hung my head.

“How much trouble am I in?” I groaned.

He chuckled, and let his lips glide up my neck to my ear.

“Which offense should we start with?” Soren asked.

“How many do I have?” I asked, shivering slightly at his words.

“Well,” he began, brushing all of my hair over to one side. “There’s the fact that you underestimated my protective abilities over you, conspired with my most devilish of sisters, snuck out in the middle of the night, while under house arrest, and tried to lull me to sleep using your most feminine of gifts, not to mention that you got out of the house looking so incredibly gorgeous, without my protection at your side,” he continued. “Should I go on?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes and turned around.

“No I think I get the general idea—” I replied, but he caught me up short.

Soren had slid in to a fresh pair of dark jeans, and a red button down, the top few left undone, to reveal a leather chord strung around his neck, a sharks tooth hanging from the center, and a slender silver chair disappearing past where the eye could see. He had tied his hair back—the way I liked it best, and I realized as my eyes were skimming him, his eyes were searching me. My cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and I tried to make it seem to be out of anger.

“How did you find out we were coming?” I asked, trying to make my voice furious, but I watched the intuition flash through his eyes as he saw through my poorly cultivated façade, with his darling half smile.

“I was listening to you in the shop,” he replied proudly.

I glared at him. He realized I was not going to answer, and bit his lip, leaning back to look me over again.

“You do look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” he said earnestly.

This made my lip twitch up in to a smile. I threw myself in to his arms happily.

“I sort of hoped you would show up. There’s really no point in going to a party if the party isn’t going to be there,” I said.

He laughed, and kissed the top of my head.

“You dance?” He asked, imitating the blondes voice.

I wrinkled my nose and pulled back.

“Ew no—I’m going to go look for my boyfriend,” I said, releasing myself from his grip.

He laughed again, and laced his fingers through mine.

“Roi—will you dance with me?” He murmured low in my ear.

Okay—at this point did I really have another option than to answer yes? He pulled me in to the thumping crowd, which was dancing to ‘Sorry for Party Rocking’ by LMFAO. I wasn’t much of a dancer on my own, and would have refused to dance had it been with anyone else, but Soren was fantastic, so he sort of inspired my more experimental side. The music switched between the hands of DJ’s, so the styles changed as well. Kiki was nowhere to be seen, which in all honesty didn’t bother me. I knew she was fine. Finally when the song ‘Kiss me’ by Sixpence None the Richer started playing, my tense muscles began to wind down. We danced, and due to Soren’s tragically romantic side, and twisted sense of humor, he took the liberty to kiss me each time the words were sang. I blushed each time, because most of the eyes were fixated on us. The weird couple consisting of ‘that girl’ and her unreasonably scary, huge, dangerous-looking, bad ass boyfriend, who held her like she was a fragile porcelain doll.
He however didn’t care about the watching eyes. When I mentioned it to him, he just shrugged and replied:

“If they don’t approve—who’s fault is that?”

~and~

I nodded, and brushed my hair over to the side, and tip toed over to see what he was cooking. It looked to be pizza. I looped my arms around his waist, and reached up higher to rest my chin on his shoulder.

“How’s it coming?” I asked.

“Just fine actually. Would you like to help?” He asked, turning his head to smile at me.

I couldn’t really have imagined a more patient teacher than Soren. I had little practice with genuine cooking, but his deep gentle voice guiding me through my mistakes made up for my embarrassment easily. Surprisingly, it also took me away from my worries.

“Like this?” I asked again, kneading the dough a little better than the time before.

He chuckled softly, and held my hands still.

“Like this,” he instructed again, pushing my palms in, and then folding it.

“Ah,” I replied, concentrating a little harder.

He watched me as I pinched and squeezed until the dough was a rough circle. I looked up as he laughed, his nose wrinkled cutely as he watched me stab the soft dough with my finger tips.

“What?” I asked, sticking my tongue out at him.

He shook his head, trying to stop laughing.

“Y-your expression there was so cute. I’m sorry that shouldn’t have been funny,” he laughed.

I punched his shoulder.

“Shut up,” I grunted, going back to making my pizza.


Soren’s of course turned out the most professional, and mine ended up being a little lumpy, and disproportionate, though I thought it was good—being my first try and all. Kiki’s was just flat out pathetic. She had eventually given up on her pizza dough, and wadded it in to a ball, smashing it on to the sheet, bathing it in sauce and cheese, and threw it in the oven slamming the door before stomping off angrily. All the while Soren couldn’t really manage to not laugh, which only made it worse.

After dinner, we went to play some cards, which went on fine until Kiki decided it was time to turn ‘crazy 8’s’ in to ‘pick up 52’ when Soren sufficiently kicked her butt.

Kiki's 8, by the way, and Soren is Roi's boyfriend in a way, if you didn't pick that up, but I love them all. Hope you enjoyed that ;)

~C~

Useless Ramblings of a Dreaming Teenager

I warning you--this is gonna be a crazy post created completely from my crazy mind. And I'm a wanderer. So that's exactly what I'll do here. Naturally, even. You should be impressed.

Richelle Mead is officially one of the most talented authors I've ever seen. Seriously. Yesterday I finished re-reading The Last Sacrifice, the final installment in the #1 New York Bestselling Vampire Academy series, for the somethingth time and I was as blown away this time as I was the first time. First of all, there's Dimitri Belikov--who barely needs an explanation after the first sight, and then there's Adrian Ivashkov. It's really too bad one of them gets his heart broken at the end, but the other's happiness is completely worth it. Plus he gets a huge part in the spin-off.

And where does this lead me? To read the newest Young Adult book from Mead, the spin-off called Bloodlines. No, I have not finished--I've been busy--but it's still amazing. I can hardly wait for June/July when I'll finally get the second. Richelle--I love you, but I wish you could've made your book come out faster. I do, however, hope your new son is as talented as you as he grows.

Sometimes I wonder, after reading books like that, I wonder if I'll ever have a love life. With someone as amazing as Dimitri or lovingly infuriating as Adrian. Someone smart and talented who'll be as hung over me as I am over him while I'm slung carefully over his shoulders. What would it be like? Would his eyes burn with an intensity so breathtaking I had to look away so I wouldn't suffocate from the look alone? Would a loving touch be all it take to make my heart swoon?

Would it even be real? Ever?

These are all things that go through my mind--and not just when I read these books. Every day. Another thing I ask is; Would I ever be good enough for him? And the only answer I can come up with is that I can cross my fingers and just hope that someday I will. God is there today, just for me, and until (and if) the right guy ever comes around I can be happy with just that.

Of course, you might be wondering where Bryce (this is my temporary name for him ;) ) fits into the equation. And honestly, I can tell you I have no clue. I want to be with him--yes--and my heart does swoon for him everytime I see him--and more--but I don't know if he is 'the one'. Hey, I'll figure it out someday.

Another thing I learned when rereading these books is that you pick up something new every time. I did in several parts in reading The Last Sacrifice. Though I suppose that's usual :)

Ciao
C