My new obsession:
If you cannot tell what these are, they are pictures from Phantom of the Opera. Love Mr. Gerard Butler, there.
My favorite movie of all-time has officially changed from a number of random movies to Andrew Lloyd Webber's version of Phantom of the Opera, now known as The Greatest Movie in the Universe in my book, despite all the people who hate it in comparison to the play, but I haven't watched the play and therefor it's amazing. Though I do plan to watch the play in Las Vegas someday, along with Wicked.
In fact I loved it so much that I bought the e-book version and have already read a decent amount, and I also am planning a spin-off in modern-day time. It shall be epic.
My favorite character is Erik, also known as the Phantom. Raoul was prissy, and despite Erik's crazy rampages and killings, I felt so sorry for him. It was tragic that he had such a bad childhood when he was really so beautiful. I also disliked Christine Daae, even though she was quite beautiful herself. She seemed too emotionless in the movie. Though she definitely fit the part.
It also seemed like a nice spin-off of Beauty and the Beast. Similar, with the 'beast' with the scarred face, temper, and everyone hating him. Same beautiful, small character who falls in love with the beast. Only of course she had to choose her darn childhood sweetheart.
Also, my newest favorite show is Once Upon a Time on ABC. I love it. Definitely recommend it. In fact, I'm watching it on Hulu as I type this. Talented, aren't I? xD
Have you ever done something so horrible to a best friend, and got so many people involved in the damage, that you hated yourself for a long while? Well, that's how I feel today. Yesterday I started a fight with K', my best friend, and a lot happened. I'm just relieved she still loves me and can't bear the let me go even after what I did.
Why am I telling you this? Well, it's because everyone else has either already heard my complaints and has done their best to comfort me, or because they were involved in the damage and don't wanna hear about it. So I'm resulting to my last source because they all want the real me back as fast as possible.
But I'm not sure if I can come back. Honestly, (I've been using that word too much lately...) I just want to curl up in the corner and stay there for a few weeks, wallowing in my misery and pain and distrust of myself, until I finally die of starvation. I feel I will have been punished effectively then. A' thinks it's because I'm so hurt. But it's really because I'm so deep in the regret of what I said that it's what I feel I need to do. But A' wouldn't have any of that, and neither would anyone else.
I feel like the only time I'm truly happy anymore is in band, when I take an hour and a half break from life and pull out my alto saxophone and play next to my group of friends, all 50 of them, with the same passion for one single thing: Music. Beautiful, sweet tunes, and loud stomping elephant music. We play it all. And we love it.
I wish life had refunds. I would have used a million for just yesterday to get it right. I would give anything to go back. But I can't. And despite my wants to curl up and die, I can't do that either. I owe it to everyone I hurt to stay alive and not hurt them any more by killing myself.
But Lord, it would be so much easier if I could.
This Valentine's Day was probably my best yet. Miss Jessica Scarlett was my Valentine, and because we're both writer's she wrote me about 7 extra pages in her story as a present for me, because we can't exactly just want over to each others' houses and hug, and as an extra she also created this wonderful and lovely picture for me:
It was so sweet. And then later in the day I made her a PowerPoint wishing her a happy Valentine's Day and decorated it which photos and everything, so I'm quite happy. :)
I'm sorry for not posting for about four days, I'm just been busy. Which version do you want, short or long? Long it is.
Well, you see, I was kidnapped by cowboys and sent to a underground prison in the sewers so they could force me to use my wonderful writing talents to please their king...
Haha just kidding! I've seriously just been busy, between school, friends, babysitting, and tons of other things to keep up with. It's a miracle I can get by with less than 6 hours of sleep every night!
Anyways, fun are us. Lately my stories are going good, I just hit 4k in the one I started most recently (the one with Imogene and the mercenaries) and I also hit 6k in a werewolf one I've been going on for a couple weeks. If you couldn't tell, I write pretty slowly. But at least I write *wink*
And my kitties are cute. All six of 'em. Seriously. But the most fun I have with them is with the laser pointer, when each one has his/her own talent in the chase. Cassy is our 'Jumping Shrimp' because she can jump to my shoulders, Thor is our panter if you can get his to run enough (he's a lazy bum even though he's so young...), and Rosy's our Dizzy Dial because she runs in circles so much. You can see why I love them XD
By the way, this is probably what I'm gonna blog about from on. No, not my kitties, but more random things that actually attain to my life. This is the real me.
C.B. <3
Since Valentines Day, as you know, is coming up, I've been thinking. To me, it's always been one of those days where disaster strikes all those loved ones and those perfect couples. Maybe that's because I've never experienced it myself--with a true boyfriend. I don't know.
But this year, I'm gonna try to focus on the good stories, the successful ones, and bring them to the light. I'm going to take a break from everything I do--school, writing, band--and just make sure every story gets written down.
Personally, I'm gonna get one of my girlies to be my valentine just for fun, and as friends (I have nothing against lesbians, I just am not one myself) and we're gonna have a fun time. Well, besides the fact that I'll be gone half the day on a band field trip. But we'll have fun besides that.
Anyways, time to get to the point of this post:
What is Love?
Love can be many things. It can be a strong connection between you and a friend. It can be a weird attachment to some object. Or it can even be a relationship, between you and your boy/girlfriend.
But it is so much more than that.
It is what keeps this world spinning--the ability to love. It is what breaks us apart, but it is also what brings us together, and keeps us together.
Without love we would be nothing. So now you sorta see why I am gonna focus on the successful relationships this special holiday, celebrating love, and I invite you to join me. Just make sure you have a lot of fun :)
Today I added a mercenary group to my story. My main character reacted how everyone else would if someone demanded your purse or wallet in modern-day crime: like, are you real?
It got me thinking.
Of course, a lot of people know that crime and theives are out there, but until something happens to you that has to do with it, it doesn't cross your mind that something like that could happen to you, and their only a story that, to other people, is more than just a story.
I find that interesting. People can be so naive and self-contained that they don't notice things like that. I suppose I'm like that too. We are, after all, only human.
But as a writer, and someday author, I'm supposed to grab things like that and bring it to the light. I'm thinking in this story I'm going to stress the importance of the mercenary group to get the gears in human's mind turning, and hopefully they'll spread the news as well.
Again, we'll have to see how this goes. It's certainly going to be an interesting ride until I reach the end--if there is one.
You might say I'm an unlucky writer. I have many flaws in my writing (and I'm not speaking about grammatical and spelling issues), and normally after the beginning my story turns to mush. It doesn't matter how good of a story line I have planned out. I believe it's because my characters are always sort of undefined, even in my cluttered mind.
This time I'm hoping, praying, begging for a better journey this time around, modeling my characters on real people so they'll seem truer to both me and the reader.
And so far, I have been successful. 2,000 words in, and still going strong with creativity. Imogene has finished her engagement party, after having to deny some hitters of herself and preventing a couple disasters. She's everything a woman back in the olden days of England would want to be: wearing exactly what she wants, rarely regarding the rules of a 'propper' woman, and carrying both a gun and knife at all times; even under a dress. I love her.
We'll have to see how beautiful she turns out *winks*
