Jordan ran at a full sprint to the door that he knew lead to his cellar. The place he knew was where the bombs were forged. The door was wide open. He cursed under his breath. He ran to his living room couch, and pulled a small pistol from under the cushions. He ran back to the cellar door and snuck slowly down the stairs, but pressed himself roughly against the wall of the stairwell when he heard a small rattle from below. He heard small voices speaking.
"What the hell, Bob? We came here to get money, not to find a serial killer!"
"Jim, don't you see what this is? Police have been looking all over the place for the man that blew the train. It's no slight coincidence that only a day after the train was blown, we find a house where there's makings of bombs."
"Bob! What if it only is that? A coincidence! What if this is a college student's science project or something?"
"Jim, this isn't any toy." Jordan heard something being picked up and shaken.
"Jim, you look confused; so I'll explain. This here is TNT extract. A college wouldn't give a student anything truly explosive. And this here: in this little jar here? It's pure sodium. Don't you know what that means?"
"The dude likes salt?"
"Idiot... When pure sodium comes in contact with water, it creates a rather large explosion. From what I'm seeing here, it looks like he created some sort of timed contraption which would bring the sodium and water into contact with each other at a designated time."
"Okay, that sounds slightly possible, but where did you learn all this?"
"I took a science class, which explains the sodium knowledge. But do you remember when I was studying to become a police officer?"
"Yeah? What about it?"
"When I was studying for the test, I had to learn about how to create bombs so that I would know how to disarm them."
"Oh yeah... you told me about that..."
"Right."
Jordan heard more clattering then heard footsteps coming directly towards his position. Jordan grabbed the railing and jumped forwards exactly on time. He landed on one of the two people, and aimed the pistol directly at the other.
"Get back," he said, a fire burning in his eyes.
The thief did so reluctantly, his face glistening with fear.
"Who's this?" Jordan asked.
"That's.... Ji... Jeremy..."
"Don't lie to me, fool. His name is Jim."
Jordan aimed the pistol at Jim and pulled the trigger. Jim's body went limp.
"Or rather, it was."
Bob crumbled to the floor, tears beginning to stream from his face.
"Why..?"
"Well, lets see," Jordan kicked Jim's body off to the side of the room. "You know who I am, and you were gonna report me. Let Jim serve as an example of what will happen to you if you tell anyone."
"But you just murdered him! There's no way you can get away with this!"
"Well, if I remember correctly, the Constitution gives the permission to protect yourself accordingly, especially in the case of a thief in your home."
Bob backed into the corner of the room.
Jordan walked to Bob, picked him up by his collar, and hit him on the head with the pistol in his hand. Bob fell to the floor, unconscious. Jordan lifted Bob onto his shoulders and carried him up the stairs, out of his house, and to his neighbors home. The neighbors weren't there, and he knew how to sneak into their house. He did so, and unlocked their front door. He called the police and waited on the front porch.
The policeman arrived. Jordan told them how the thief had broken into his home, and how he (himself) had acted out of self-defense.
The officer took the unconscious body and thanked Jordan, saying that they had been trying to catch a thief, and that Bob matched the description.
The police officer drove away, and Jordan entered his neighbors home. He locked the front door, and snuck back out of the house. He went back to his cellar, and threw a sheet over the body. He took a large black garbage bag and dumped his small bomb particles into it. He stuck the bag in the corner of the room, and left the cellar, locking the door behind him. He let his body fall on his couch and sighed deeply.
Finally he stood and looked out the window. The sky was clouded, and Jordan predicted rain within the next half-hour.
It didn't take long, the rain began, and Jordan collapsed in on himself. Jordan slumped onto the floor, tears flooding from his eyes, pain haunting him.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Look who's finally back!
Would the words "I'm sorry" properly account for the un-excused absence from my blog, and all those story parts that should have been posted?
No?
I didn't think so.
Rats.
Well, I'm sorry anyways. To be honest, I was almost afraid of coming back to my blog. Since I didn't feel as though it would have been right had I pretended nothing had happened and go along normally, I decided to give you this post instead of the next story part. I'll try my best to get you the next story part tomorrow.
This next picture is an attempt to blow you all back to the happy times of blogging wherein there is no unexcused absences.
As you all very-well know, my absence took place over the course of Christmas break. The school I go to, King's Academy, gave us 3 weeks of break. Pretty awesome if you ask me.
I noticed this blogger do a Christmas recipient list, so I decided to do my own. Fun? No? just scroll down then, there's more to come.
1: 3 CD's two from my parents, one from my brother and his wife.
This one ^ is from Sam and Sarah
No?
I didn't think so.
Rats.
Well, I'm sorry anyways. To be honest, I was almost afraid of coming back to my blog. Since I didn't feel as though it would have been right had I pretended nothing had happened and go along normally, I decided to give you this post instead of the next story part. I'll try my best to get you the next story part tomorrow.
This next picture is an attempt to blow you all back to the happy times of blogging wherein there is no unexcused absences.
As you all very-well know, my absence took place over the course of Christmas break. The school I go to, King's Academy, gave us 3 weeks of break. Pretty awesome if you ask me.
I noticed this blogger do a Christmas recipient list, so I decided to do my own. Fun? No? just scroll down then, there's more to come.
1: 3 CD's two from my parents, one from my brother and his wife.
This one ^ is from Sam and Sarah
Awesome, right?
2: I also got 100 CDs (blank) from my sister Leah and her husband, Ryan.
3: I got a very nice brown sweater from my parents, but I couldn't find a picture, so you'll have to go without.
4: I also got this:
A pen engraved with my initials from a friend. (Friends, more often than not, remain nameless on this blog.)
5: A pack of gum:
in other words, about 8 of those.
6: A tiny frying pan:
Yeah, really, about that small.
7: 2 seasons of comedy, including:
Yep.
7: 14 volumes of 'A Medical and Health Encyclopedia.' It was apparently meant to just disguise the rest of my present, but I don't know... I think my Mom wants me to be a doctor or something...
It's not the exact same thing as that, but it's close enough...
8: Getting to watch Benny open this:
The original present (Herodotus) was stuck in a small paper bag. That paper bag was stuck into a wooden box, which was nailed shut. That box was then stuck into yet another wooden box, which was screwed shut. (Box-ception!) That wooden box was then put into a cardboard box, which was wrapped with duct-tape. That cardboard box was then disguised as a happy little (big) present to open by wrapping it with happy wrapping paper. :)
Needless to say, the present was given to Benny by my brother Sam and I.
The expression on Benny's face when he saw the second wooden box = priceless.
9&10: An ornament, and candy.
Fun stuff, eh?
Indeed.
As a transition out of the Christmas phase of the post, enjoy this picture:
See this blog, here? and here? the authoress of these two blogs is hosting a fundraiser dance (although you don't have to pay, it would be appreciated.) The dance is taking place this Friday at Reformation Covenant Church. It should be pretty awesome.
Again, I'll hopefully have a post up tomorrow, look forward to it!
Over and out.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Chapter 2: Section 2
Jordan walked for hours. He walked away from the crash, away from Cynthia. He meant to get as far away as he possibly could. Jordan found himself at his own doorstep. His feet apparently knew the way home without the help of his mind. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the front door, sighing. After closing the door behind him, he turned to the wall on his right and pressed a button, shaking his house with the power of his music turning on. He sighed again and plopped down on a couch. He should have known, Cynthia was the first person at the site, and would obviously feel the pressure to resolve it all. She would feel like she could have been there to stop it, and so feel the obligation to right the damage by resolving the mystery of the bomber.
So that was it. He could no longer let himself see Cynthia. As sad as the prospect was, it was the only safe option. But why was it sad? He had only known her for the past 15 hours, if that. He picked up a remote and paused the music. He stood and walked to his computer. He searched her name, wondering if he could find her online. Alas, no. Disappointment. But why? He had no interest in her. At least that's what he was trying to convince himself. He opened his mind. She was beautiful, and seemed to like him. That was a rarity among people.
Defense one: If he can manage to gain her trust by the time she finds out who he is, she'll refuse to accept it.
Defense two: Jordan trained himself in treachery and deceit since he was 12, and could very likely avoid recognition as a killer.
Guilt.
Guilt plagued him again. A killer. A cold-hearted killer, that's who he was. But then again, he'd known that since he was 12, and didn't do anything to stop his upcoming destruction.
His vision refocused on the screen in front of him. Cynthia.
Jordan jumped from his chair and ran out of the room. He grabbed his never-used keys off of the bookshelf and ran out the door. He opened his garage door to his shining black 2010 camaro. He climbed into the car, put his keys in the ignition, and pulled out of his garage. after making sure the garage door was shut behind him, he sped off to the crash-site. He stopped abruptly next to a large beam sticking out of the ground and jumped out of the car. Cynthia was gone.
What could he have expected? That she stay there, looking at a crashed train all day? No.
"Idiot!" he muttered to himself angrily. He fell back into the car and leaned back into the seat. He sighed again. He let out a long breath and started his car again. He pulled around and headed back home. What would he have even said, anyways? "Hi! I think I might love you" ? No. No guy can say that easily. Especially not if he knows inside that the girl may then end up falling for a man who believes himself to be a beast of nature. He shook his head sadly and started driving home. He flinched in finding Cynthia walking alone on the side of the road. He pulled over next to her and honked. It was her turn to flinch. She looked around, looking to see if the honk was meant for another. Jordan leaned across the car and opened the door. She walked slowly to the car and peeked in.
"Need a ride?" He said.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'm really close to home, actually."
"You sure?" he asked, "I certainly don't mind taking you home, if needed."
"I'm pretty sure. Thanks though!"
"Alright... Well, I'll see you later then!"
"Absolutely!" she replied. She closed the passenger door for him, and walked on in the other direction.
Jordan swallowed down a knot in his throat and pulled back onto the road, returning home. Jordan felt like a part of his heart just died.
Jordan parked his car in his garage and walked to his front door.
Disappointment became despair. His house was a mess. It didn't look anything like how he'd left it. One thought rose to his mind.
He forgot to lock the door to his cellar.
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So that was it. He could no longer let himself see Cynthia. As sad as the prospect was, it was the only safe option. But why was it sad? He had only known her for the past 15 hours, if that. He picked up a remote and paused the music. He stood and walked to his computer. He searched her name, wondering if he could find her online. Alas, no. Disappointment. But why? He had no interest in her. At least that's what he was trying to convince himself. He opened his mind. She was beautiful, and seemed to like him. That was a rarity among people.
Defense one: If he can manage to gain her trust by the time she finds out who he is, she'll refuse to accept it.
Defense two: Jordan trained himself in treachery and deceit since he was 12, and could very likely avoid recognition as a killer.
Guilt.
Guilt plagued him again. A killer. A cold-hearted killer, that's who he was. But then again, he'd known that since he was 12, and didn't do anything to stop his upcoming destruction.
His vision refocused on the screen in front of him. Cynthia.
Jordan jumped from his chair and ran out of the room. He grabbed his never-used keys off of the bookshelf and ran out the door. He opened his garage door to his shining black 2010 camaro. He climbed into the car, put his keys in the ignition, and pulled out of his garage. after making sure the garage door was shut behind him, he sped off to the crash-site. He stopped abruptly next to a large beam sticking out of the ground and jumped out of the car. Cynthia was gone.
What could he have expected? That she stay there, looking at a crashed train all day? No.
"Idiot!" he muttered to himself angrily. He fell back into the car and leaned back into the seat. He sighed again. He let out a long breath and started his car again. He pulled around and headed back home. What would he have even said, anyways? "Hi! I think I might love you" ? No. No guy can say that easily. Especially not if he knows inside that the girl may then end up falling for a man who believes himself to be a beast of nature. He shook his head sadly and started driving home. He flinched in finding Cynthia walking alone on the side of the road. He pulled over next to her and honked. It was her turn to flinch. She looked around, looking to see if the honk was meant for another. Jordan leaned across the car and opened the door. She walked slowly to the car and peeked in.
"Need a ride?" He said.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'm really close to home, actually."
"You sure?" he asked, "I certainly don't mind taking you home, if needed."
"I'm pretty sure. Thanks though!"
"Alright... Well, I'll see you later then!"
"Absolutely!" she replied. She closed the passenger door for him, and walked on in the other direction.
Jordan swallowed down a knot in his throat and pulled back onto the road, returning home. Jordan felt like a part of his heart just died.
Jordan parked his car in his garage and walked to his front door.
Disappointment became despair. His house was a mess. It didn't look anything like how he'd left it. One thought rose to his mind.
He forgot to lock the door to his cellar.
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Thursday, November 17, 2011
Chapter 2: Section 1
Jordan Williams awoke. He looked to his left and saw his dark coat and hoodie draped over a chair. Of course, his name wasn't really Jordan Williams. Who would be stupid enough to give their name to a stranger?
His real name was Andrew Lox. A name he hadn't responded to in many many years. Of late, he went by the name Jordan Williams. So it might as well be that his name really was Jordan Williams. But at least his fingerprints left on the bomb would doubtfully ever be found, and if they were, the prints would give the wrong name.
Jordan looked around the room he was in, as he did almost every morning. The room was larger than you would expect from the outside of the house, it consisted of a queen-size bed, a 50 inch, flat-screen TV, and speakers all around the room that were undoubtedly made to deafen people. There were two books in the room. Both contained information on bombs and mines. Jordan sat up onto the side of his bed. He rubbed his eyes. He turned to his headboard and grabbed a remote. He pressed the play button, and loud sounds of dubstep suddenly filled the room. Jordan had nothing on his schedule for the day, so he considered plopping back down onto his bed and drifting back off to sleep. He tilted his head and looked at his clock. 10:48am.
He had already slept in for hours upon hours. He slipped out of his bed, walked out of his room, setting the sound system to a setting of running throughout the entire house. He took a long shower, then changed into black jeans and black t-shirt. He made himself chocolate milk. Not even a train-bomber can resist the powers of chocolate milk. After finishing his drink, he pulled on shoes, grabbed his keys, and left the house.
He walked. He didn't often use his car. The cost of gas cut deep on his work-wage, not to mention walking is safer. So He walked with no direction. He rarely had any direction when he walked. He passed street upon street until he came to McLoughlin Boulevard. No matter where he walked, he always seemed to end up there. He headed to the direction of the Gladstone/Oregon city bridge. He decided to visit the 'crash-site' again. He was there when the train blew. He watched his masterpiece of art unfold in person rather than see the aftermath of the event on the news.
He stayed with the burning wreckage for about ten minutes. Cynthia was the first to arrive at the scene, but she didn't notice him. After he heard the wail of sirens, he quickly made his leave of the mess. He was walking for the rest of the day. He walked all the way to Sellwood and back to the wreckage, and back, and made his way back again, but was interrupted midway by seeing a car refuse to start at a near empty parking lot. He continued walking, not caring, until he saw the driver exit the car. He at first didn't recognize her, and so continued walking, but out of the corner of his eye, he recognized her as the woman at the crash-site. He walked to her, fixed her car, introduced himself with a false name, and left.
Jordan found himself back in front of the wreckage once again. And lo and behold, Cynthia sat on a curb merely a block away. He walked up to her, and made his introduction. He smiled within himself, feeling that sense of anonymity. That feeling that nobody would ever know who he was or that he blew the train.
"Hey!" he said. Cynthia had a puzzled look for a few seconds, then her face brightened.
"Oh hi!" she said. "At first I didn't realize who you were!" She laughed. Jordan smiled. Not because of what she said, but because of her laugh. She had no idea who he was, otherwise she would never laugh in his presence.
"It's not the first time somebody didn't recognize me," he said, "although last time I didn't have this." he motioned to his massive scar on his face.
"I can't imagine how painful it must have been to get something like that."
"It wasn't too comfortable." Uncomfortable was definitely the word. Jordan got the scar on his face from an explosion of a bomb he himself created and detonated, and Jordan was getting uncomfortable on the subject of the scar. Cynthia sighed.
"Well, I won't ask you to relive something like that. So, no worries," said Cynthia. Jordan smiled, once again feeling invulnerability. "So! What brings you here?" she asked. Jordan thought furiously.
"Uuhh... I saw on the news something about a train crashing here, and I wanted to see it in person."
"Ah. I see. Forensic scientists actually discovered remains of a bomb!" Jordan pulled a look of surprise.
"Really?? Wow.... that's.... wasn't mentioned on the news..."
"I can think why," Cynthia said. I don't think they would want everybody knowing about a bomber lumbering around Oregon."
"I suppose that makes sense, otherwise everyone would be in a panic," Jordan said.
"Yeah... I've been trying to find out more about the crash, but I haven't heard anything! It's a little frustrating," said Cynthia, clearly upset. Jordan was taken aback, and clearly felt a need to withdraw. He pulled out a pocketwatch and checked the time for no reason.
"Yes, I can see how that would be frustrating, especially if you live around here and feel connected to the crash in some way."
"Yeah..." sighed Cynthia.
"Well, I gotta go! Good luck on finding out more about the crash!" Jordan said his words sincerely, but meant them in a demeaning manner. He prided himself in trickery.
Cynthia had a small look of disappointment on her face as she replied, "Goodbye!"
Jordan had a small look of worry on his face as he turned from Cynthia, intending to never see her again.
So ends part 1 of Chapter 2! Comments are always welcome, and votes on the story poll are always appreciated. Take your vote, and tune in next week for section 2!
His real name was Andrew Lox. A name he hadn't responded to in many many years. Of late, he went by the name Jordan Williams. So it might as well be that his name really was Jordan Williams. But at least his fingerprints left on the bomb would doubtfully ever be found, and if they were, the prints would give the wrong name.
Jordan looked around the room he was in, as he did almost every morning. The room was larger than you would expect from the outside of the house, it consisted of a queen-size bed, a 50 inch, flat-screen TV, and speakers all around the room that were undoubtedly made to deafen people. There were two books in the room. Both contained information on bombs and mines. Jordan sat up onto the side of his bed. He rubbed his eyes. He turned to his headboard and grabbed a remote. He pressed the play button, and loud sounds of dubstep suddenly filled the room. Jordan had nothing on his schedule for the day, so he considered plopping back down onto his bed and drifting back off to sleep. He tilted his head and looked at his clock. 10:48am.
He had already slept in for hours upon hours. He slipped out of his bed, walked out of his room, setting the sound system to a setting of running throughout the entire house. He took a long shower, then changed into black jeans and black t-shirt. He made himself chocolate milk. Not even a train-bomber can resist the powers of chocolate milk. After finishing his drink, he pulled on shoes, grabbed his keys, and left the house.
He walked. He didn't often use his car. The cost of gas cut deep on his work-wage, not to mention walking is safer. So He walked with no direction. He rarely had any direction when he walked. He passed street upon street until he came to McLoughlin Boulevard. No matter where he walked, he always seemed to end up there. He headed to the direction of the Gladstone/Oregon city bridge. He decided to visit the 'crash-site' again. He was there when the train blew. He watched his masterpiece of art unfold in person rather than see the aftermath of the event on the news.
He stayed with the burning wreckage for about ten minutes. Cynthia was the first to arrive at the scene, but she didn't notice him. After he heard the wail of sirens, he quickly made his leave of the mess. He was walking for the rest of the day. He walked all the way to Sellwood and back to the wreckage, and back, and made his way back again, but was interrupted midway by seeing a car refuse to start at a near empty parking lot. He continued walking, not caring, until he saw the driver exit the car. He at first didn't recognize her, and so continued walking, but out of the corner of his eye, he recognized her as the woman at the crash-site. He walked to her, fixed her car, introduced himself with a false name, and left.
Jordan found himself back in front of the wreckage once again. And lo and behold, Cynthia sat on a curb merely a block away. He walked up to her, and made his introduction. He smiled within himself, feeling that sense of anonymity. That feeling that nobody would ever know who he was or that he blew the train.
"Hey!" he said. Cynthia had a puzzled look for a few seconds, then her face brightened.
"Oh hi!" she said. "At first I didn't realize who you were!" She laughed. Jordan smiled. Not because of what she said, but because of her laugh. She had no idea who he was, otherwise she would never laugh in his presence.
"It's not the first time somebody didn't recognize me," he said, "although last time I didn't have this." he motioned to his massive scar on his face.
"I can't imagine how painful it must have been to get something like that."
"It wasn't too comfortable." Uncomfortable was definitely the word. Jordan got the scar on his face from an explosion of a bomb he himself created and detonated, and Jordan was getting uncomfortable on the subject of the scar. Cynthia sighed.
"Well, I won't ask you to relive something like that. So, no worries," said Cynthia. Jordan smiled, once again feeling invulnerability. "So! What brings you here?" she asked. Jordan thought furiously.
"Uuhh... I saw on the news something about a train crashing here, and I wanted to see it in person."
"Ah. I see. Forensic scientists actually discovered remains of a bomb!" Jordan pulled a look of surprise.
"Really?? Wow.... that's.... wasn't mentioned on the news..."
"I can think why," Cynthia said. I don't think they would want everybody knowing about a bomber lumbering around Oregon."
"I suppose that makes sense, otherwise everyone would be in a panic," Jordan said.
"Yeah... I've been trying to find out more about the crash, but I haven't heard anything! It's a little frustrating," said Cynthia, clearly upset. Jordan was taken aback, and clearly felt a need to withdraw. He pulled out a pocketwatch and checked the time for no reason.
"Yes, I can see how that would be frustrating, especially if you live around here and feel connected to the crash in some way."
"Yeah..." sighed Cynthia.
"Well, I gotta go! Good luck on finding out more about the crash!" Jordan said his words sincerely, but meant them in a demeaning manner. He prided himself in trickery.
Cynthia had a small look of disappointment on her face as she replied, "Goodbye!"
Jordan had a small look of worry on his face as he turned from Cynthia, intending to never see her again.
So ends part 1 of Chapter 2! Comments are always welcome, and votes on the story poll are always appreciated. Take your vote, and tune in next week for section 2!
Friday, November 11, 2011
Back to the good ol' times?
Has it been too long since my last random ramblings took place without a story attached? I thinks 'Yes'. I would talk to you about my everyday life, but that would get really boring. So scratch that idea.
While I think of something to talk about, enjoy this picture of a legless llama:
Did you enjoy it? You'd better have, cause if not:
If you don't know what that picture above is, it's probably for the better, but if you really need to know: asdf.
It's been a really long time since I did a post that was just me having a fun time writing, as opposed to a 30 day challenge, or a Lively Tuesday, or a story post, or promoting something (about promoting, check out these blogs to the right-->)
Yeah, I just promoted again, oh well.
I can't remember the last time I posted music on this blog, so I'll do that. 3 songs for you.
The first is Drifting by Andy McKee. I'm pretty sure I posted this song on my blog a long time ago, but it's an incredibly awesome song, so you should listen to it again.
He has a really weird guitar...
This next song is by Red. I've heard this song in the car on the way to school 3 times this year, I think. I am slowly but surely growing more fond of Red, strangely enough.
This final song is 'Choir of Failure' by a group I just found out about last week, 'Fades Away'. It's a Christian metal group. If you're not fond of metal music, or hard rock, I wouldn't blame you if you didn't listen to this next song, but I tried to find one of the ones in which they're not screaming (or as a friend put it, yelling). I would totally recommend taking a peek at it. This group is really talented, and way under-rated.
And that's it for the music in this post. Now for some promoting for my own works!
Have you read the 'blog story' I've been posting almost weekly? If you haven't, you have a chance to catch up! The whole first chapter can be found in one place; just check out the invisible page titled 'untitled blog-book' and it's all right there! I would really appreciate it if you could also vote on the poll after you've done so. It's nice to have more feedback on what the readers want to happen next.
Another thing you can find on this blog is a link to my Facebook page for my music: 'Dash For Existence'. It'd be super-cool of you and really inspiring to me if you could take a minute, travel to that page, and hit 'like'. I know there's no music to listen to, but there are plenty of lyrics to look at, and I'm trying to find a way to get some music recorded for you!
Now, I don't have very many words to say for veteran's day, but I saw this picture posted by a friend on Facebook, and I thought I would share that with you all rather than giving a speech that'll just end up being really stupid, so here's a picture:
There's my veteran's day recognition for the day, sorry if it seems a little small.
A friend from school just started a blog, and I feel like I should help him out with getting it more popular, so even though this is promoting again, his blog is right HERE.
This weekend is going to be incredibly fun. I'm going to meet this person for the first time ever. It should be fun. Another good friend will be becoming a new person this weekend, for those who know what that means. I don't think I'm allowed to name names, but yeah, it's gonna be exciting.
And then, tomorrow night, I'm going to a concert here. That should be really cool too.
And now I have work that needs to be done, so I'll end my post here with an adieu.
While I think of something to talk about, enjoy this picture of a legless llama:
Did you enjoy it? You'd better have, cause if not:
If you don't know what that picture above is, it's probably for the better, but if you really need to know: asdf.
It's been a really long time since I did a post that was just me having a fun time writing, as opposed to a 30 day challenge, or a Lively Tuesday, or a story post, or promoting something (about promoting, check out these blogs to the right-->)
Yeah, I just promoted again, oh well.
I can't remember the last time I posted music on this blog, so I'll do that. 3 songs for you.
The first is Drifting by Andy McKee. I'm pretty sure I posted this song on my blog a long time ago, but it's an incredibly awesome song, so you should listen to it again.
He has a really weird guitar...
This next song is by Red. I've heard this song in the car on the way to school 3 times this year, I think. I am slowly but surely growing more fond of Red, strangely enough.
This final song is 'Choir of Failure' by a group I just found out about last week, 'Fades Away'. It's a Christian metal group. If you're not fond of metal music, or hard rock, I wouldn't blame you if you didn't listen to this next song, but I tried to find one of the ones in which they're not screaming (or as a friend put it, yelling). I would totally recommend taking a peek at it. This group is really talented, and way under-rated.
And that's it for the music in this post. Now for some promoting for my own works!
Have you read the 'blog story' I've been posting almost weekly? If you haven't, you have a chance to catch up! The whole first chapter can be found in one place; just check out the invisible page titled 'untitled blog-book' and it's all right there! I would really appreciate it if you could also vote on the poll after you've done so. It's nice to have more feedback on what the readers want to happen next.
Another thing you can find on this blog is a link to my Facebook page for my music: 'Dash For Existence'. It'd be super-cool of you and really inspiring to me if you could take a minute, travel to that page, and hit 'like'. I know there's no music to listen to, but there are plenty of lyrics to look at, and I'm trying to find a way to get some music recorded for you!
Now, I don't have very many words to say for veteran's day, but I saw this picture posted by a friend on Facebook, and I thought I would share that with you all rather than giving a speech that'll just end up being really stupid, so here's a picture:
There's my veteran's day recognition for the day, sorry if it seems a little small.
A friend from school just started a blog, and I feel like I should help him out with getting it more popular, so even though this is promoting again, his blog is right HERE.
This weekend is going to be incredibly fun. I'm going to meet this person for the first time ever. It should be fun. Another good friend will be becoming a new person this weekend, for those who know what that means. I don't think I'm allowed to name names, but yeah, it's gonna be exciting.
And then, tomorrow night, I'm going to a concert here. That should be really cool too.
And now I have work that needs to be done, so I'll end my post here with an adieu.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Chapter 1: Section 4
Cynthia looked at her clock: 6:04pm. It was time to return home. In fact, she should have left over an hour ago. She wasn't sure why she had left until then. She grabbed her purse, exited the building, and climbed into her car. The sky was covered in cloud. It was that time of year where children pretend they could breathe fire. Cynthia wrapped her scarf more snugly around her neck. She turned the keys. Her car sputtered. She tried again, her car started for a few seconds, then died.
"Damn it!" she muttered. She took the keys out, and leaned back in her chair. She tried again, but with no luck. She took the keys out of the ignition and climbed out of her car. She slammed the car door and leaned against her car. She wrapped her scarf tighter and tried to think of what she could possibly do. A mysterious figure walked by. Only a man could hold that figure. He was tall, wearing a black coat with a raised collar, and his head was covered by a black hoodie. He stood at about 6 ft, and seemed entirely distant from the present.
Or, at least, that's what Cynthia thought. Just as the figure was about to pass out of sight at the other side of the building, the man stopped. He turned to her, and walked her way. As he walked, he lifted up his hood to show a man that could be mistaken for a villain in any movie. He was, in her eyes, the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He had fair skin and jet-black hair that stuck up perfectly. He bore a scar, the most disturbing scar she'd ever seen: a long streak from his right ear across his cheek. She didn't want to think about what brought him that scar. But she didn't have time to think, even if she had wanted to.
"Excuse me, I saw your car wasn't starting," he began, "do you need some help?"
"Uhm.... I don't know what's wrong with the car," Cynthia replied, unsure of how he was going to 'help'.
He pulled open the hood, took a quick look inside, reached inside, and pulled something. Cynthia rushed forward.
"What did you just do?"
"Part of your engine was out of place," He replied simply.
"Doesn't the engine get to insane heats though?" She asked, grabbing his wrist and taking a look at his hand.
"Your car didn't start, remember?"
"Right..." Cynthia said. She dropped his hand, suddenly embarrassed.
"Well, my name's Jordan Williams," he said, extending the hand she had just dropped.
"Cynthia Bernard," she replied, taking it.
"I need to vamoose," he stated, "I hope that helped your car." He turned from her, lifted his hood once again, and walked away.
Cynthia closed the hood, climbed into the car, and turned the keys. The car roared to life. Cynthia marveled at God's providence, pulled her seat-belt on, and drove off back to her home. Her car's clock read 6:24pm. She arrived at the wreck 6 minutes later. It still wasn't fully cleaned up. She hadn't expected it to be.
As she pulled around the corner and drove up the hill, 5 familiar faces, along with two new ones, walked down the hill. Steve was easily discernible; he was throwing up his arms in the air and laughing. The rest of the bunch laughed with him. The tall one named Garrison pointed her out to them. They all jogged to her car.
"Hey look! A familiar face!" said Simon in a really high pitched voice, as he laughed.
"I dunno..." said Hunter, and he proceeded to speak to the younger of the two unfamiliar faces. "Do you remember her, Maximus?"
"Uuhh... no..?"
"What have you been sniffin'!?" blurted out Simon jokingly.
"Dude: Simon; Maximus and Layne weren't there," said Steve.
"Right!" said Simon.
"Hunter, don't you remember her?!"
"Guys, it was a failed joke, come on..."
"Uuuhh....." Cynthia was as confused as ever.
"Sorry," said Garrison. "This is Layne," he pointed to the older of the two, "and Maximus," he pointed to the youngest.
"I'm sooorry!" said Hunter in an accent.
"Let me tell you a stooory!" said Simon, laughing.
The whole clan of 7 all burst into laughter.
Cynthia remained confused.
"Should we clue her in?" asked Hunter.
The other 6 took a look at her.
"Nah!" said Layne, also laughing.
"But she looks so confused!" said Garrison.
"Exactly!" said Maximus.
"You are the worst kind of person," said Garrison.
Maximus laughed.
"Cruel, cruel person..." said Obadiah, shaking his head.
"Well!" said Steve, "Cynthia, right? We're going over to the Dairy Queen, would you like to come?"
"No, sorry. I wish I could, sounds like fun, but I'm afraid I need to get home."
"Okay, college homework?" Steve asked.
"No, I came out of college last year," Cynthia said.
Cynthia all of a sudden wondered why she had to get home. She didn't live with anybody, she had no after-work activities, she didn't have a boyfriend, and above all, going to the Dairy Queen with most lively group of people she'd come across in over a year sounded like a lot of fun.
"Just tired then?" asked Garrison.
"Actually... no..." Cynthia said. "I'm actually completely free tonight! Maybe I'll come after all, if that's okay with you guys."
"Fine with me!" said Simon.
"I'm cool with it!" said Hunter.
"Sure!" said Obadiah.
The rest of the boys agreed with a look or a shrug.
"See you there then!"
She changed course over to the Dairy Queen. She arrived there in about a minute, bought herself a smoothie, and waited for the 7 for about 3 minutes. They piled through the doors and scrambled up to the counter. After a few minutes, they were all sitting in the corner of the restaurant, making jokes. Cynthia laughed among them, told jokes with them, and realized she was comfortable with these people. She felt at home for the first time in years. Cynthia lost track of the time, and when she finally bothered to check her clock, she found the time to be 9:48pm. She jumped to her feet.
"I've gotta go; I don't make it a habit to stay out late." Cynthia said. " I hope I see you all again!"
She was overwhelmed to hear a goodbye from each and every one of them.
Cynthia climbed into her car outside, leaned back in her chair, and felt that intense sense of happiness. A feeling she hadn't felt for years.
And that is the end of Chapter 1! I hope you enjoyed it. There's a page being put up for this 'blog-book'.
For chapter 2, I'm going to be switching out of Cynthia's perspective into Jordan's. It should be fun. So vote vote vote on the poll, and let me know what you want to happen next, and I'll try to make it happen!
"Damn it!" she muttered. She took the keys out, and leaned back in her chair. She tried again, but with no luck. She took the keys out of the ignition and climbed out of her car. She slammed the car door and leaned against her car. She wrapped her scarf tighter and tried to think of what she could possibly do. A mysterious figure walked by. Only a man could hold that figure. He was tall, wearing a black coat with a raised collar, and his head was covered by a black hoodie. He stood at about 6 ft, and seemed entirely distant from the present.
Or, at least, that's what Cynthia thought. Just as the figure was about to pass out of sight at the other side of the building, the man stopped. He turned to her, and walked her way. As he walked, he lifted up his hood to show a man that could be mistaken for a villain in any movie. He was, in her eyes, the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He had fair skin and jet-black hair that stuck up perfectly. He bore a scar, the most disturbing scar she'd ever seen: a long streak from his right ear across his cheek. She didn't want to think about what brought him that scar. But she didn't have time to think, even if she had wanted to.
"Excuse me, I saw your car wasn't starting," he began, "do you need some help?"
"Uhm.... I don't know what's wrong with the car," Cynthia replied, unsure of how he was going to 'help'.
He pulled open the hood, took a quick look inside, reached inside, and pulled something. Cynthia rushed forward.
"What did you just do?"
"Part of your engine was out of place," He replied simply.
"Doesn't the engine get to insane heats though?" She asked, grabbing his wrist and taking a look at his hand.
"Your car didn't start, remember?"
"Right..." Cynthia said. She dropped his hand, suddenly embarrassed.
"Well, my name's Jordan Williams," he said, extending the hand she had just dropped.
"Cynthia Bernard," she replied, taking it.
"I need to vamoose," he stated, "I hope that helped your car." He turned from her, lifted his hood once again, and walked away.
Cynthia closed the hood, climbed into the car, and turned the keys. The car roared to life. Cynthia marveled at God's providence, pulled her seat-belt on, and drove off back to her home. Her car's clock read 6:24pm. She arrived at the wreck 6 minutes later. It still wasn't fully cleaned up. She hadn't expected it to be.
As she pulled around the corner and drove up the hill, 5 familiar faces, along with two new ones, walked down the hill. Steve was easily discernible; he was throwing up his arms in the air and laughing. The rest of the bunch laughed with him. The tall one named Garrison pointed her out to them. They all jogged to her car.
"Hey look! A familiar face!" said Simon in a really high pitched voice, as he laughed.
"I dunno..." said Hunter, and he proceeded to speak to the younger of the two unfamiliar faces. "Do you remember her, Maximus?"
"Uuhh... no..?"
"What have you been sniffin'!?" blurted out Simon jokingly.
"Dude: Simon; Maximus and Layne weren't there," said Steve.
"Right!" said Simon.
"Hunter, don't you remember her?!"
"Guys, it was a failed joke, come on..."
"Uuuhh....." Cynthia was as confused as ever.
"Sorry," said Garrison. "This is Layne," he pointed to the older of the two, "and Maximus," he pointed to the youngest.
"I'm sooorry!" said Hunter in an accent.
"Let me tell you a stooory!" said Simon, laughing.
The whole clan of 7 all burst into laughter.
Cynthia remained confused.
"Should we clue her in?" asked Hunter.
The other 6 took a look at her.
"Nah!" said Layne, also laughing.
"But she looks so confused!" said Garrison.
"Exactly!" said Maximus.
"You are the worst kind of person," said Garrison.
Maximus laughed.
"Cruel, cruel person..." said Obadiah, shaking his head.
"Well!" said Steve, "Cynthia, right? We're going over to the Dairy Queen, would you like to come?"
"No, sorry. I wish I could, sounds like fun, but I'm afraid I need to get home."
"Okay, college homework?" Steve asked.
"No, I came out of college last year," Cynthia said.
Cynthia all of a sudden wondered why she had to get home. She didn't live with anybody, she had no after-work activities, she didn't have a boyfriend, and above all, going to the Dairy Queen with most lively group of people she'd come across in over a year sounded like a lot of fun.
"Just tired then?" asked Garrison.
"Actually... no..." Cynthia said. "I'm actually completely free tonight! Maybe I'll come after all, if that's okay with you guys."
"Fine with me!" said Simon.
"I'm cool with it!" said Hunter.
"Sure!" said Obadiah.
The rest of the boys agreed with a look or a shrug.
"See you there then!"
She changed course over to the Dairy Queen. She arrived there in about a minute, bought herself a smoothie, and waited for the 7 for about 3 minutes. They piled through the doors and scrambled up to the counter. After a few minutes, they were all sitting in the corner of the restaurant, making jokes. Cynthia laughed among them, told jokes with them, and realized she was comfortable with these people. She felt at home for the first time in years. Cynthia lost track of the time, and when she finally bothered to check her clock, she found the time to be 9:48pm. She jumped to her feet.
"I've gotta go; I don't make it a habit to stay out late." Cynthia said. " I hope I see you all again!"
She was overwhelmed to hear a goodbye from each and every one of them.
Cynthia climbed into her car outside, leaned back in her chair, and felt that intense sense of happiness. A feeling she hadn't felt for years.
And that is the end of Chapter 1! I hope you enjoyed it. There's a page being put up for this 'blog-book'.
For chapter 2, I'm going to be switching out of Cynthia's perspective into Jordan's. It should be fun. So vote vote vote on the poll, and let me know what you want to happen next, and I'll try to make it happen!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Quick Note:
Okay, so this is going to be really short, but I just wanted to say a couple things.
First, I went over my blog and set it into a different kind of theme. I think it looks better, but I'm totally open to other opinions, if anyone has any!
Second, I'm really sorry I didn't post the next section last Wednesday or Thursday, that was simply human error and laziness, with a bit of procrastination mixed in. Totally my fault, but I'm gonna make sure to post the next part tomorrow after school. (We end the week tomorrow, so if it isn't up by the end of tomorrow, it'll be up on Friday, and if it isn't up on Friday, feel free to do something awful to me.)
Third, due to tomorrow being the last day of school for the week, I have lots of homework to do, so I'm gonna quit procrastinating and get some work done.
Look forward to seeing the next post pop up sometime tomorrow!
First, I went over my blog and set it into a different kind of theme. I think it looks better, but I'm totally open to other opinions, if anyone has any!
Second, I'm really sorry I didn't post the next section last Wednesday or Thursday, that was simply human error and laziness, with a bit of procrastination mixed in. Totally my fault, but I'm gonna make sure to post the next part tomorrow after school. (We end the week tomorrow, so if it isn't up by the end of tomorrow, it'll be up on Friday, and if it isn't up on Friday, feel free to do something awful to me.)
Third, due to tomorrow being the last day of school for the week, I have lots of homework to do, so I'm gonna quit procrastinating and get some work done.
Look forward to seeing the next post pop up sometime tomorrow!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Bucket List?
I noticed that a lot of people are doing these so called "Bucket list" things (still don't know why the word 'bucket' is in there...) So I decided to try it out, overcoming my fear that only girls do it. And so here I present to you, my partial, unadulterated bucket list!
1: Own the guitar I've wanted for as long as I have (Epiphone Casino, cherry red :D)
2: Meet one of my favorite authors
3: Meet a member of one of my favorite bands
4: Become a famous musician
5: Finish and Publish one (or more) of my books
6: Co-author a book (or novel) with one or two other people
7: Record my songs, and publish them in complete albums
8: Hit at least 40 likes on my FB page: Dash For Existence
9: Put on a concert of my original music
10: Perform at the Piano Fort
11: Get a job that provides money
12: Successfully compose an album of soundtrack music
13: Succeed with my current group of 7 people (ssshh....)
14: Reach a higher number of followers on this blog
And, like porky pig says best, th-th-that's all, folks!
1: Own the guitar I've wanted for as long as I have (Epiphone Casino, cherry red :D)
2: Meet one of my favorite authors
3: Meet a member of one of my favorite bands
4: Become a famous musician
5: Finish and Publish one (or more) of my books
6: Co-author a book (or novel) with one or two other people
7: Record my songs, and publish them in complete albums
8: Hit at least 40 likes on my FB page: Dash For Existence
9: Put on a concert of my original music
10: Perform at the Piano Fort
11: Get a job that provides money
12: Successfully compose an album of soundtrack music
13: Succeed with my current group of 7 people (ssshh....)
14: Reach a higher number of followers on this blog
And, like porky pig says best, th-th-that's all, folks!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Chapter 1: Section 3
It was finally time to return back home. Her watch read 8:04am she walked back up to her house. She paused for a few seconds. She shook her head, wondering why she even paused. She walked through the doors of her red house, and plopped down on her living room couch. She'd just met 11 new people. She tried to remember all of their names. Rose, Raphael, Elaine... Amanda? She wasn't sure. She laid back and closed her eyes. She opened them again to find that more than an hour had passed. 9:47am She jumped to her feet. She had to be at work by 10:00am, and who knows how bad traffic would be? She grabbed her keys, grabbed a coat, and raced to her red Mitsubishi 3000 out front. She pulled out of her driveway and drove down to Main St. After pulling onto 99E, she drove straight for about 10 minutes. That 10 minutes suddenly felt like 10 hours. Her brain struggled to find one simple conclusion to everything that happened that morning, and how it could possible relate to all events leading up to it. There was no conclusion. Slowly but surely, Cynthia began to realize that. Slowly but surely, her head began to hurt.
She pulled into the bookstore's parking lot, trying to come up with a conclusion as to why she was late this morning, only to find that she was earlier than normal. Although this came as a relief, it did nothing to help the pain in her head. She walked through the front doors, greeted her boss and a few of her co-workers, then went into the back of the store and set her purse down. She sat down on her raised chair, and logged onto her computer. She worked in book-buying. Almost as soon as she had gotten everything set up, two people walked into the room. A mother and her son. They were selling a book series priced for $38. The books were in good condition, decent sized books. The price was good. They made the exchange and left the room. Cynthia put a $40 tag on the series, and set them on a shelf. Same as usual, this same process happened for multiple hours. Cynthia looked at the clock for what seemed like the 100th time that day. The time was 12:43.
She locked the computer and stood. It was most definitely time for food.
She exited the building, but instead of walking to her car, as she normally would, she walked away. She walked to a restaurant just down the street. She didn't even pay attention to what she was eating. She thought. "The police are suspecting a bombing." The words ran through her head once again. Who would want to bomb the tracks? It was a freight train! What would even be the point? There was none. She glanced at her watch. Her lunch break was already over.
She headed back to work. She walked through the doors, walked again to the back room. She settled herself back into her chair once more. She looked up from her computer and looked through the store. Four people walked through the doors. The last four people she would have expected to see that day. Raphael, Rose, Elaine, and Adalia walked through the doors. They headed straight towards her. They were here to sell books. Cynthia lowered her head. They walked through the doors and set on the desk a stack of 4 separate books. She lifted her head.
"Hello again," she said.
"Again?" said Elaine.
"Oohh!" said Rose, " I thought I recognized you!"
"Yep," said Cynthia, unsure of what to say. She didn't want to bring the crash back to their mind, yet it had been the only thing on her mind the entire day. "So have you heard any more about the crash?"
"Nope," said Rose.
"You?" asked Raphael.
"Nothing," said Cynthia.
The five of them looked at each other. Awkward silence. Cynthia sighed. She gave the four their money and watched them walk out the door.
Cynthia was left without a single idea about the crash.
She pulled into the bookstore's parking lot, trying to come up with a conclusion as to why she was late this morning, only to find that she was earlier than normal. Although this came as a relief, it did nothing to help the pain in her head. She walked through the front doors, greeted her boss and a few of her co-workers, then went into the back of the store and set her purse down. She sat down on her raised chair, and logged onto her computer. She worked in book-buying. Almost as soon as she had gotten everything set up, two people walked into the room. A mother and her son. They were selling a book series priced for $38. The books were in good condition, decent sized books. The price was good. They made the exchange and left the room. Cynthia put a $40 tag on the series, and set them on a shelf. Same as usual, this same process happened for multiple hours. Cynthia looked at the clock for what seemed like the 100th time that day. The time was 12:43.
She locked the computer and stood. It was most definitely time for food.
She exited the building, but instead of walking to her car, as she normally would, she walked away. She walked to a restaurant just down the street. She didn't even pay attention to what she was eating. She thought. "The police are suspecting a bombing." The words ran through her head once again. Who would want to bomb the tracks? It was a freight train! What would even be the point? There was none. She glanced at her watch. Her lunch break was already over.
She headed back to work. She walked through the doors, walked again to the back room. She settled herself back into her chair once more. She looked up from her computer and looked through the store. Four people walked through the doors. The last four people she would have expected to see that day. Raphael, Rose, Elaine, and Adalia walked through the doors. They headed straight towards her. They were here to sell books. Cynthia lowered her head. They walked through the doors and set on the desk a stack of 4 separate books. She lifted her head.
"Hello again," she said.
"Again?" said Elaine.
"Oohh!" said Rose, " I thought I recognized you!"
"Yep," said Cynthia, unsure of what to say. She didn't want to bring the crash back to their mind, yet it had been the only thing on her mind the entire day. "So have you heard any more about the crash?"
"Nope," said Rose.
"You?" asked Raphael.
"Nothing," said Cynthia.
The five of them looked at each other. Awkward silence. Cynthia sighed. She gave the four their money and watched them walk out the door.
Cynthia was left without a single idea about the crash.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Chapter 1: Section 2
Cynthia looked again at the crash site. After seeing those tracks and the train running over it for nearly every day, it would be quite an adjustment to see it gone. She checked her watch. The time read 7:52am. She wasn't entirely certain why she'd stayed at the site for as long as she had already. She would go home in a couple of minutes. A small black Suburu came around the corner of Washington and 12th and paused at the sight. There were 3 male passengers in the car. Through the glass of the vehicle, Cynthia guessed the driver to be around 18, while the boy riding shotgun looked to be 16. The youngest in the back looked to be about 9. They paused at the site for almost a whole minute before taking the turn up the hill and heading off. Cynthia checked her watch again. 7:57am. She sighed and began to walk back up the hill to her house. She took one more look at the remains of the crash site. It was then that she saw another car, a black Nissan, turn at the corner and pause for the same amount of time. The Nissan headed up the hill and turned at the exact same spot the Suburu did. Cynthia found this interesting, but kept walking up the hill. As she was turning onto John Adams st., she noticed 7 people turning from that corner up higher on the hill. The 7 started running down the hill. Cynthia paused. They were simply a block away. All 7 were boys. They jogged over to her. The one that she recognized as the driver of the Suburu asked her,
"Excuse me, you just came from over there, right?" He gestured to the crash site.
"Yes?" she replied, beginning to think this would go the same way as the conversation with the 4 siblings.
"Of course she did, Steve! Didn't you just see her walking from down there?" said someone from the other car. He was about 6'2", skinny, and reddish-haired.
"Shut up, Garrison," Steve said.
"So what's happening down there?" asked the boy riding shotgun.
"The bridge blew," Cynthia replied frankly.
"Duh, Simon! Dun dun dun!! said the young one, who looked about 9. He stood at approximately 5'4", wearing light brown slacks, green button up shirt, and a sweater.
"Tommy! Show some respect! People died here!" said another boy she hadn't seen before. Standing at about 6'1", and wearing a dark suit, He looked to be about 16.
"Sure, Obadiah... where's the proof of that?" asked Tommy.
Obadiah gave Cynthia a questioning look.
"Police said they've got 7 bodies on their hands." Cynthia stated. Obadiah gave a triumphant look at the boy called Tommy. Tommy grinned.
"Tommy, we all know how much you love death and destruction and bionicles, but give it a rest! We're at a real live crash site!" This was said by yet another that Cynthia hadn't seen. He was about as tall as Obadiah, but looked maybe a year or two older, and wearing a red sweater.
"Pssh...!"
"Don't even say it."
Tommy glared.
Cynthia was proved wrong. It was nothing like the last conversation.
"What time did it go kablooie? do you know?" Steve asked Cynthia.
"Umm... about 3:30 this morning."
"See Hunter?! I told you it didn't just blow an hour ago!" said Garrison to the red sweatered boy.
"Yeah, well...." shrugged Hunter.
"So why are you all here?" Cynthia asked.
"We go to school right up there at the church," said Obadiah.
"ooh..... what's that called again?"
"Kings Academy," said Garrison.
"ah right!" said Cynthia.
"We like to call it K.A.," said Steve.
"right..."
"What brings you here?" asked Tommy.
"I live just around the corner. I've been here since it blew."
A tan SUV passed by the street. A woman poked her head out of the window.
"Better hurry up or I'm gonna give you all tardy points!"
"We've gotta run!" said Simon.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe we ever caught your name..?" said Hunter.
"Cynthia. Cynthia Bernard," she said.
"Well, Cynthia Bernard," Steve said as he was beginning to jog back uphill, "It was nice to meet you!"
She watched them jog back up the hill, reach the church, and disappear.
"It was nice to meet you too." She thought to herself.
She turned once more to the mayhem behind her and sighed.
"Excuse me, you just came from over there, right?" He gestured to the crash site.
"Yes?" she replied, beginning to think this would go the same way as the conversation with the 4 siblings.
"Of course she did, Steve! Didn't you just see her walking from down there?" said someone from the other car. He was about 6'2", skinny, and reddish-haired.
"Shut up, Garrison," Steve said.
"So what's happening down there?" asked the boy riding shotgun.
"The bridge blew," Cynthia replied frankly.
"Duh, Simon! Dun dun dun!! said the young one, who looked about 9. He stood at approximately 5'4", wearing light brown slacks, green button up shirt, and a sweater.
"Tommy! Show some respect! People died here!" said another boy she hadn't seen before. Standing at about 6'1", and wearing a dark suit, He looked to be about 16.
"Sure, Obadiah... where's the proof of that?" asked Tommy.
Obadiah gave Cynthia a questioning look.
"Police said they've got 7 bodies on their hands." Cynthia stated. Obadiah gave a triumphant look at the boy called Tommy. Tommy grinned.
"Tommy, we all know how much you love death and destruction and bionicles, but give it a rest! We're at a real live crash site!" This was said by yet another that Cynthia hadn't seen. He was about as tall as Obadiah, but looked maybe a year or two older, and wearing a red sweater.
"Pssh...!"
"Don't even say it."
Tommy glared.
Cynthia was proved wrong. It was nothing like the last conversation.
"What time did it go kablooie? do you know?" Steve asked Cynthia.
"Umm... about 3:30 this morning."
"See Hunter?! I told you it didn't just blow an hour ago!" said Garrison to the red sweatered boy.
"Yeah, well...." shrugged Hunter.
"So why are you all here?" Cynthia asked.
"We go to school right up there at the church," said Obadiah.
"ooh..... what's that called again?"
"Kings Academy," said Garrison.
"ah right!" said Cynthia.
"We like to call it K.A.," said Steve.
"right..."
"What brings you here?" asked Tommy.
"I live just around the corner. I've been here since it blew."
A tan SUV passed by the street. A woman poked her head out of the window.
"Better hurry up or I'm gonna give you all tardy points!"
"We've gotta run!" said Simon.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe we ever caught your name..?" said Hunter.
"Cynthia. Cynthia Bernard," she said.
"Well, Cynthia Bernard," Steve said as he was beginning to jog back uphill, "It was nice to meet you!"
She watched them jog back up the hill, reach the church, and disappear.
"It was nice to meet you too." She thought to herself.
She turned once more to the mayhem behind her and sighed.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Lively Tuesday (plus a new twist!)
Why is it that conversations through a chat-box are, more often than not, a whole lot different from a physical, person to person conversation? It might be just me, but really, I've been told that I talk differently on the computer, rather than face to face. It seems easier for me though, strangely enough. I have more time to think out what I'm going to say before I say it.
School's been going for about 5 weeks now, and I believe I've put up 2 posts. This is ridiculous. That's why you've gotta check out this guy. He's posted a total of 11 times in the past few weeks of school, and he's a senior! Gotta give him some waffle points.....
As it is, indeed, a lively Tuesday, I shall try to make this lively! Hahaha! Beat that, anonymous dude with a cape! Wait..... (If ever DJ Wilson ever reads this post, the anonymous dude with a cape is not you.)
Waffle points... Interesting... I'll try to do something with that..... Five Waffle points to whoever can tell me the first and last name of whoever wrote this:
I'm not quite sure what the whole waffle points thing is.... But it made the post that much more lively, didn't it?
Well. Anyways. The 21st of October is a Costume Fundraiser Dance for KA that wasn't originally a fundraiser, nor was it for KA. Upsetting, the changes.... But anyways, it's at the church, but Exodus decided to have it's board game night on the same night as the dance. So now there's competition. I'm thinking Exodus is gonna win, just because you don't have to pay to get in.... Darn Exodus. I was hoping for a successful dance. Anyways, happy surprise about that dance, I've been given the chance to put together most of the music for it, so it should be awesome. Don't worry, it's not going to be just Breaking Benjamin song after Breaking Benjamin song. As awesome as that would be, it wouldn't work for dancing. Not to mention that neither Shay (nor the school) would allow it. Sad Face. Oh darn. So I put in more awesome music that isn't hard rock. So If You know me to be obsessed with heavy rock, come to the dance, and I will prove you wrong. Also, there are a few songs that remain constant. In fact, there's only a few songs that I changed.
So it turns out that Pomplamoose is coming to do a show in Portland for only $14-$16, but they're playing at a 21+ venue.... why oh why do you break my heart so, Pomplamoose?
And once again, I am left without anything left to say. So, since this should be longer, I'm going to do something new. This guy inspired me to write again with his three paragraphs of his story. So I'm going to do an improv kickoff of a story. I am then going to put up three options of where the story should go in a poll, and whichever gets the most votes will be the continuation of the story. I'm going to try to keep doing this 'improv story' in segments, on Wednesdays or Thursdays of every week. So here it begins:
Chapter 1:
Section 1:
5...4...3...2...1... A great blast shook the floor as the train tracks that ran over 12th street blew sky high. Cynthia Bernard awoke from where she slept, four blocks away. She quickly glanced at the clock before she proceeded to quickly jump from her bed to see what was going on. The clock read 3:28am. For being as early as it was, she was incredibly agile in running from her bed to the window. The sky was already a crimson shade. As there wasn't much of a view from her standpoint, she quickly changed and rushed out the door. She sprinted down the street to where the explosion had taken place. There was quite a mess to clean up. The train, jumped by the explosion of the tracks, had crashed into several homes. Cynthia shuddered to think how many people had been killed just minutes ago.
Cynthia walked closer to the burning remains of the tracks. She could hear sirens wailing. Somebody had called the cops. She analyzed the damage, three houses were completely decimated, and four more stood with considerable damage. She took as good of a look as she possibly could, taking it all in, before the police could come and seal the area off. But it was too late. Five police cars pulled up, as well as two ambulances. Cynthia's prediction rang true. They immediately set up yellow tape around the area, sealing it off. Cynthia sat on a curb, watching the area slowly become all the more restricted, and yet all the more populated.
She would stay there up until about 6:00. She already knew that. But she didn't have to work until 10:00, so she was covered. She worked at a bookstore down on McLoughlin Blvd. She was a worker in the back, doing all the pricing and ordering. She didn't have very much to do throughout the day, but she was paid well, so she was satisfied.
Cynthia was distracted by the sound of footsteps coming from directly behind her. 4 siblings were walking towards her. The one brother, by the looks of him, was around 17. His blond hair stood out from what he was wearing: Natural jeans, a dark sweater, and worn converse shoes. Two of his three sisters were obviously younger than him. One looked to be about 15, while the other around 13. The older sister looked to be approximately 20, with darker blond hair, and wearing a brown leather coat.
The brother walked up to Cynthia.
"Excuse me," he said, "do you know what's happening here?" She shook her head.
"I got here around 3:30. The train had already taken out multiple homes. I don't really know the details..."
"Okay..." he turned away towards his older sister. she pointed out something to him.
"Well, thank you anyways..." They walked closer to the scene.
Cynthia watched them as they approached one of the police officers and began to speak to him. The officer pointed out a couple things to them, but then turned them away. They walked back up to her, The older sister spoke this time.
"So it looks like they're suspecting a bombing... The police have 7 bodies on their hands..."
"How did you manage to gather all that from him? They've been turning me away constantly for the past 2 hours..."
"He's a friend of ours," said the second sister. "But really, I'm actually surprised we got that much from him...."
"I see..." she said as she stood. "Well, I'm Cynthia." she extended a hand. The 4 took it in turn.
"I'm Raphael," said the brother
"Rose," said the oldest sister.
"Elaine," said the next oldest sister
"Adalia," said the youngest.
"Wow... Your parents certainly weren't simple when they named you, were they?" Cynthia gave a slight chuckle. She turned again towards the blazing fire, slowly being extinguished. Her smile faltered.
"My house is just up few blocks away, would you like to get inside?" Cynthia offered.
"No, thank you," said Raphael.
"We honestly don't live too far away, we'll be fine," said Adalia.
"Actually, we should be getting home," said Elaine to her siblings. "We weren't supposed to be gone too long..."
"You're right," said Raphael, "We should be getting home."
"Thank You, though," said Rose.
They turned and walked up the hill.
Cynthia was alone again.
Okay, so I know it's really kind-of "matter-of-fact-ish" right now, but I intend to edit this sometime. But It's kind-of late, And I need to get going. So I'll put up the poll. And I sayeth to thee, goodnight!
School's been going for about 5 weeks now, and I believe I've put up 2 posts. This is ridiculous. That's why you've gotta check out this guy. He's posted a total of 11 times in the past few weeks of school, and he's a senior! Gotta give him some waffle points.....
As it is, indeed, a lively Tuesday, I shall try to make this lively! Hahaha! Beat that, anonymous dude with a cape! Wait..... (If ever DJ Wilson ever reads this post, the anonymous dude with a cape is not you.)
Waffle points... Interesting... I'll try to do something with that..... Five Waffle points to whoever can tell me the first and last name of whoever wrote this:
This Meerschaum pipe, it’s more than it seems
I give it my all, and puff out my dreams
They seem to be all jumbled, messy and confused
But it’s a magnificent thing.I'm not quite sure what the whole waffle points thing is.... But it made the post that much more lively, didn't it?
Well. Anyways. The 21st of October is a Costume Fundraiser Dance for KA that wasn't originally a fundraiser, nor was it for KA. Upsetting, the changes.... But anyways, it's at the church, but Exodus decided to have it's board game night on the same night as the dance. So now there's competition. I'm thinking Exodus is gonna win, just because you don't have to pay to get in.... Darn Exodus. I was hoping for a successful dance. Anyways, happy surprise about that dance, I've been given the chance to put together most of the music for it, so it should be awesome. Don't worry, it's not going to be just Breaking Benjamin song after Breaking Benjamin song. As awesome as that would be, it wouldn't work for dancing. Not to mention that neither Shay (nor the school) would allow it. Sad Face. Oh darn. So I put in more awesome music that isn't hard rock. So If You know me to be obsessed with heavy rock, come to the dance, and I will prove you wrong. Also, there are a few songs that remain constant. In fact, there's only a few songs that I changed.
So it turns out that Pomplamoose is coming to do a show in Portland for only $14-$16, but they're playing at a 21+ venue.... why oh why do you break my heart so, Pomplamoose?
And once again, I am left without anything left to say. So, since this should be longer, I'm going to do something new. This guy inspired me to write again with his three paragraphs of his story. So I'm going to do an improv kickoff of a story. I am then going to put up three options of where the story should go in a poll, and whichever gets the most votes will be the continuation of the story. I'm going to try to keep doing this 'improv story' in segments, on Wednesdays or Thursdays of every week. So here it begins:
Chapter 1:
Section 1:
5...4...3...2...1... A great blast shook the floor as the train tracks that ran over 12th street blew sky high. Cynthia Bernard awoke from where she slept, four blocks away. She quickly glanced at the clock before she proceeded to quickly jump from her bed to see what was going on. The clock read 3:28am. For being as early as it was, she was incredibly agile in running from her bed to the window. The sky was already a crimson shade. As there wasn't much of a view from her standpoint, she quickly changed and rushed out the door. She sprinted down the street to where the explosion had taken place. There was quite a mess to clean up. The train, jumped by the explosion of the tracks, had crashed into several homes. Cynthia shuddered to think how many people had been killed just minutes ago.
Cynthia walked closer to the burning remains of the tracks. She could hear sirens wailing. Somebody had called the cops. She analyzed the damage, three houses were completely decimated, and four more stood with considerable damage. She took as good of a look as she possibly could, taking it all in, before the police could come and seal the area off. But it was too late. Five police cars pulled up, as well as two ambulances. Cynthia's prediction rang true. They immediately set up yellow tape around the area, sealing it off. Cynthia sat on a curb, watching the area slowly become all the more restricted, and yet all the more populated.
She would stay there up until about 6:00. She already knew that. But she didn't have to work until 10:00, so she was covered. She worked at a bookstore down on McLoughlin Blvd. She was a worker in the back, doing all the pricing and ordering. She didn't have very much to do throughout the day, but she was paid well, so she was satisfied.
Cynthia was distracted by the sound of footsteps coming from directly behind her. 4 siblings were walking towards her. The one brother, by the looks of him, was around 17. His blond hair stood out from what he was wearing: Natural jeans, a dark sweater, and worn converse shoes. Two of his three sisters were obviously younger than him. One looked to be about 15, while the other around 13. The older sister looked to be approximately 20, with darker blond hair, and wearing a brown leather coat.
The brother walked up to Cynthia.
"Excuse me," he said, "do you know what's happening here?" She shook her head.
"I got here around 3:30. The train had already taken out multiple homes. I don't really know the details..."
"Okay..." he turned away towards his older sister. she pointed out something to him.
"Well, thank you anyways..." They walked closer to the scene.
Cynthia watched them as they approached one of the police officers and began to speak to him. The officer pointed out a couple things to them, but then turned them away. They walked back up to her, The older sister spoke this time.
"So it looks like they're suspecting a bombing... The police have 7 bodies on their hands..."
"How did you manage to gather all that from him? They've been turning me away constantly for the past 2 hours..."
"He's a friend of ours," said the second sister. "But really, I'm actually surprised we got that much from him...."
"I see..." she said as she stood. "Well, I'm Cynthia." she extended a hand. The 4 took it in turn.
"I'm Raphael," said the brother
"Rose," said the oldest sister.
"Elaine," said the next oldest sister
"Adalia," said the youngest.
"Wow... Your parents certainly weren't simple when they named you, were they?" Cynthia gave a slight chuckle. She turned again towards the blazing fire, slowly being extinguished. Her smile faltered.
"My house is just up few blocks away, would you like to get inside?" Cynthia offered.
"No, thank you," said Raphael.
"We honestly don't live too far away, we'll be fine," said Adalia.
"Actually, we should be getting home," said Elaine to her siblings. "We weren't supposed to be gone too long..."
"You're right," said Raphael, "We should be getting home."
"Thank You, though," said Rose.
They turned and walked up the hill.
Cynthia was alone again.
Okay, so I know it's really kind-of "matter-of-fact-ish" right now, but I intend to edit this sometime. But It's kind-of late, And I need to get going. So I'll put up the poll. And I sayeth to thee, goodnight!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Hello Stranger!
How embarrassing, I said my posts would become scarce once school started, but this scarce? sheesh. Un-called for. Now, I know it's not Tuesday, but here I'll make an exception. School has gone like so:
-Easy
-Decent Workload
-Keeping me busy
-Packed
-Crammed full
And that's where it's at.
I'm lucky I still have enough time to check my email and Facebook every day, and play guitar and piano.
And as for guitar and piano, I've learned plenty of new songs. It would take a while to list them all though, so I'll spare you from the small things.
Piano: Pirates of the Caribbean theme, Inception Theme, Doctor Who Theme
Guitar: Polyamorous - Breaking Benjamin, a whole lot of other stuff by Breaking Benjamin, and I'm really close to learning Drifting - Andy McKee. It's gonna be awesome :D
Now I have no idea what else to say. Except for this one thing: This is a blog a friend of mine is in the beginning processes of making. So! To keep her motivated, take a peek at her blog, leave a comment, even follow if you like! Here you go.
So, it's been long enough since my last post that I can't just end this post like that, even if I have no idea what else to say. So Here I go... rambling on about nothing in particular....
Shay, who has a blog if you care enough to try to go and find it, is putting on a costume dance at the church on the 21st (of October, if you're reading this in the distant future.) The school decided to take the dance and make it a school fundraiser. Not quite sure why I'm upset about it. I was already gonna be involved with the dance though, so I can't back out.
Also, another fun fact about me if you're interested, I got brought into our church choir. That should be fun.
And here's another fun fact: I started Actually, I'm not gonna tell you what I started, because that would ruin the great surprise of it all. If you think you're never gonna be able to find out what I started though, feel free to ask me, and I'll find a way to tell you without publicizing it.
Now! HERE, is where I really feel bad, I'm gonna have to end the post, because I honestly can't really think of much else to say. I'm gonna go to the library, maybe watch a couple movies, then go watch Doctor Who later tonight.
PS: Again, I'm really sorry to those of you who are still waiting for the next part of the story. It isn't quite finished yet :P I'll try to have it posted up sometime before next Sunday, but I'm not making any promises.
"::End of post::"
-Easy
-Decent Workload
-Keeping me busy
-Packed
-Crammed full
And that's where it's at.
I'm lucky I still have enough time to check my email and Facebook every day, and play guitar and piano.
And as for guitar and piano, I've learned plenty of new songs. It would take a while to list them all though, so I'll spare you from the small things.
Piano: Pirates of the Caribbean theme, Inception Theme, Doctor Who Theme
Guitar: Polyamorous - Breaking Benjamin, a whole lot of other stuff by Breaking Benjamin, and I'm really close to learning Drifting - Andy McKee. It's gonna be awesome :D
Now I have no idea what else to say. Except for this one thing: This is a blog a friend of mine is in the beginning processes of making. So! To keep her motivated, take a peek at her blog, leave a comment, even follow if you like! Here you go.
So, it's been long enough since my last post that I can't just end this post like that, even if I have no idea what else to say. So Here I go... rambling on about nothing in particular....
Shay, who has a blog if you care enough to try to go and find it, is putting on a costume dance at the church on the 21st (of October, if you're reading this in the distant future.) The school decided to take the dance and make it a school fundraiser. Not quite sure why I'm upset about it. I was already gonna be involved with the dance though, so I can't back out.
Also, another fun fact about me if you're interested, I got brought into our church choir. That should be fun.
Now! HERE, is where I really feel bad, I'm gonna have to end the post, because I honestly can't really think of much else to say. I'm gonna go to the library, maybe watch a couple movies, then go watch Doctor Who later tonight.
PS: Again, I'm really sorry to those of you who are still waiting for the next part of the story. It isn't quite finished yet :P I'll try to have it posted up sometime before next Sunday, but I'm not making any promises.
"::End of post::"
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
School is back! (Lively Tuesday)
School has returned. crap. okay. So! now it's back to getting up at 7:00, getting ready for school, going to school, being at school for 7 hours, coming home, then doing another 3-5 hours of school, depending on where you are in school. It might take even longer. But!! due to the fact that Lively Tuesdays are, in fact, on a school day, they may become very scarce now. especially since the weeks are gonna be pretty boring. So this actually might be my last one for a while. So read this with much enthusiasm, as I try to muster up as much bravado as I can for the following words.
My Last week was absolutely fantastic! I did nothing last Tuesday, and I did nothing on Wednesday. Thursday was my last day working for Sam, at least for this year. Friday didn't have much, but at night, we went to the official Book Signing for Roseanne E. Lortz(Spears)'s new novel, Road to the West, book one of the Chronicles of Tancred.
On Saturday I went to my brother David's house to do some much needed (and appreciated!) yardwork. After that, I went to Katy's house to watch the next episode of Doctor Who (which, by the way, was thoroughly terrifying). Then I acted creepy for the rest of the night. On Sunday we had a family Dinner with a few special guests! (Peter Mahar, Aaron and Brenda Kulbe, Frank, Maria, and Winona Bernard, Jon Hangartner, Jordan Prentice, Nick Fukuda, Tabby, and Shabba.)
On Monday we had another barbecue, which, needless to say, was not nearly as entertaining. (I hope that isn't offensive to anyone.)
And Today is Tuesday. The first day of school. It was pretty easy I suppose, considering how much tougher I thought it was going to be as compared to last year. In fact, today was even enjoyable, especially since fish ride bicycles! And West Linn is hell apparently, too... But okay! That was my day! I hope you savored my last words.
Also, I should offer you an apology, It's been a very long time since I last posted for 'The Magician's Hand'. So, I'll just let you know that I am in the process of finishing up the next part. I'll try to have it up soon. Twin, on the other hand, has gone nowhere, and I'm even considering taking the page down. I'll try to work on it some more if you've been anxiously awaiting for the first chapter to come out, but if you don't really care, I'll just take it down. So check the poll!
But for now, I say Adios, amigos!
My Last week was absolutely fantastic! I did nothing last Tuesday, and I did nothing on Wednesday. Thursday was my last day working for Sam, at least for this year. Friday didn't have much, but at night, we went to the official Book Signing for Roseanne E. Lortz(Spears)'s new novel, Road to the West, book one of the Chronicles of Tancred.
On Saturday I went to my brother David's house to do some much needed (and appreciated!) yardwork. After that, I went to Katy's house to watch the next episode of Doctor Who (which, by the way, was thoroughly terrifying). Then I acted creepy for the rest of the night. On Sunday we had a family Dinner with a few special guests! (Peter Mahar, Aaron and Brenda Kulbe, Frank, Maria, and Winona Bernard, Jon Hangartner, Jordan Prentice, Nick Fukuda, Tabby, and Shabba.)
On Monday we had another barbecue, which, needless to say, was not nearly as entertaining. (I hope that isn't offensive to anyone.)
And Today is Tuesday. The first day of school. It was pretty easy I suppose, considering how much tougher I thought it was going to be as compared to last year. In fact, today was even enjoyable, especially since fish ride bicycles! And West Linn is hell apparently, too... But okay! That was my day! I hope you savored my last words.
Also, I should offer you an apology, It's been a very long time since I last posted for 'The Magician's Hand'. So, I'll just let you know that I am in the process of finishing up the next part. I'll try to have it up soon. Twin, on the other hand, has gone nowhere, and I'm even considering taking the page down. I'll try to work on it some more if you've been anxiously awaiting for the first chapter to come out, but if you don't really care, I'll just take it down. So check the poll!
But for now, I say Adios, amigos!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Lively Tuesday once more!
It's late Tuesday, and I almost completely forgot about this. Oh well.
Wednesday last week: I went over to Leah's house and watched this movie called Breach. It was interesting. Definitely not for anybody younger than 13.
Thursday I worked again, and had probably the most fun I've had playing the piano with someone else than I may have ever had. I've never really played piano like that before..... :D
Friday was boring.
Saturday was good though. I payed off all of my Library fines, then we went to the School Orientation for KA. That was..... the same. It was supposed to be something to last 2 hours, but it felt more like 32 minutes (hehe) Two new students this year. Interesting..... After the school orientation, we went over to Wes's house for the Doctor Who (mid)Season Premiere party! :D That was fun. Daniel actually seemed to somewhat enjoy the episode, strangely enough.
Well! Sunday had about nothing. We went to Church (as usual) then came home. (also as usual) Then Mom and Wes took Benny back up to Uncle Richard's house. (that bit's a new development, but it'll become more and more normal.)
Monday was yesterday. Guess what happened? If you guessed anything, you were most likely wrong. We just stayed at home and did just about nothing. I attempted to learn this though...:
And today is Tuesday. Nothing really happened besides going out to get stuff for school. We came home and watched this movie called 'Is Anybody There?' with Michael Cane. It was..... depressing...
But that was my past week! Feel free to comment. I don't expect you to though, cause you know...... that was a pretty boring week other than Saturday......
Have a nice life!
Wednesday last week: I went over to Leah's house and watched this movie called Breach. It was interesting. Definitely not for anybody younger than 13.
Thursday I worked again, and had probably the most fun I've had playing the piano with someone else than I may have ever had. I've never really played piano like that before..... :D
Friday was boring.
Saturday was good though. I payed off all of my Library fines, then we went to the School Orientation for KA. That was..... the same. It was supposed to be something to last 2 hours, but it felt more like 32 minutes (hehe) Two new students this year. Interesting..... After the school orientation, we went over to Wes's house for the Doctor Who (mid)Season Premiere party! :D That was fun. Daniel actually seemed to somewhat enjoy the episode, strangely enough.
Well! Sunday had about nothing. We went to Church (as usual) then came home. (also as usual) Then Mom and Wes took Benny back up to Uncle Richard's house. (that bit's a new development, but it'll become more and more normal.)
Monday was yesterday. Guess what happened? If you guessed anything, you were most likely wrong. We just stayed at home and did just about nothing. I attempted to learn this though...:
And today is Tuesday. Nothing really happened besides going out to get stuff for school. We came home and watched this movie called 'Is Anybody There?' with Michael Cane. It was..... depressing...
But that was my past week! Feel free to comment. I don't expect you to though, cause you know...... that was a pretty boring week other than Saturday......
Have a nice life!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Lively Tuesday, yet again... (plus a movie review!)
Is it not getting boring yet? huh... Well, I honestly have no clue what I should post about. So I'll let words flow somewhat seamlessly through this keyboard I am typing on. (hint: this keyboard kinda sucks, as does my typing skills.) Blogging has gotten somewhat boring for me at the moment, I need something to make it less boring. Things need to happen in my life so that my posts won't be so boring :P Sorry about that by the way.
What happened last week? ah. On Thursday I worked for Sam again, and on Friday we were gone all day.
We left to retrieve Benny, the long lost brother, from that lofty mountain where he resides. We left the house at precisely 3:45 and arrived at our destination at exactly 4:45. It was a one hour trip up to that mountain. After we got Benny out of his stranded state, we went to a picnic, which Benny got $50 to attend, (but don't tell anyone.) We left the picnic around 7:50, and went home. We brought Benny with us. We didn't want to leave him up there almost all alone... On Saturday I went to a family reunion with Mom and Dad. That was.... interesting...
On Sunday we had parish at the Tooze's. but not very many people came. After I pulled out the wonderful guitar that is currently in my possession and played it for a little bit, (the Decemberists are awesome :D ) it was time to go. We went to the Phelans for Kaitlyn's going away party. That was pretty fun.
And on Monday, (yesterday), I watched the movie 'Equilibrium' for the first time. It was a pretty entertaining movie, Starring Christian Bale, Taye Diggs, Emily Watson, and more.
The movie is set in a future where there has been a third world war, and because they believe that humanity could not survive another, they made a drug to take away from humans what makes them most human. Their emotion. In this future, to feel emotion is their worst crime. They call the people guilty of the crime "sense offenders." Christian Bale plays as John Preston, a well renowned cleric, who has for the first time neglected to take his daily emotion-draining drug. As he becomes more and more 'emotional', he starts to side with a clan of sense offenders known as "The Resistance" (very good Muse album, by the way). And so he sets out to find the Underground, the hiding place of the Resistance. The movie is rated R for violence, but if I were rating, I would probably rate it PG-13. It wasn't that gruesome. Sure, it was a little suspenseful, but there wasn't hardly anything in there that would make me rate it R.
I would say anyone over 11 should be fine watching the movie (of course that should be first decided by their parent or guardian.) I personally liked the movie, and thought it was entertaining.
On a similar, but not the same subject, there is going to be a Doctor Who second half of season premiere party this Saturday that I fully intend to attend. It should be fun :D
But I'm out of things to say, and my keyboard seems to be growing weary, although that actually might just be my fingers. Strange.... oh well.
I'll just sign off then.
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What happened last week? ah. On Thursday I worked for Sam again, and on Friday we were gone all day.
We left to retrieve Benny, the long lost brother, from that lofty mountain where he resides. We left the house at precisely 3:45 and arrived at our destination at exactly 4:45. It was a one hour trip up to that mountain. After we got Benny out of his stranded state, we went to a picnic, which Benny got $50 to attend, (but don't tell anyone.) We left the picnic around 7:50, and went home. We brought Benny with us. We didn't want to leave him up there almost all alone... On Saturday I went to a family reunion with Mom and Dad. That was.... interesting...
On Sunday we had parish at the Tooze's. but not very many people came. After I pulled out the wonderful guitar that is currently in my possession and played it for a little bit, (the Decemberists are awesome :D ) it was time to go. We went to the Phelans for Kaitlyn's going away party. That was pretty fun.
And on Monday, (yesterday), I watched the movie 'Equilibrium' for the first time. It was a pretty entertaining movie, Starring Christian Bale, Taye Diggs, Emily Watson, and more.
The movie is set in a future where there has been a third world war, and because they believe that humanity could not survive another, they made a drug to take away from humans what makes them most human. Their emotion. In this future, to feel emotion is their worst crime. They call the people guilty of the crime "sense offenders." Christian Bale plays as John Preston, a well renowned cleric, who has for the first time neglected to take his daily emotion-draining drug. As he becomes more and more 'emotional', he starts to side with a clan of sense offenders known as "The Resistance" (very good Muse album, by the way). And so he sets out to find the Underground, the hiding place of the Resistance. The movie is rated R for violence, but if I were rating, I would probably rate it PG-13. It wasn't that gruesome. Sure, it was a little suspenseful, but there wasn't hardly anything in there that would make me rate it R.
I would say anyone over 11 should be fine watching the movie (of course that should be first decided by their parent or guardian.) I personally liked the movie, and thought it was entertaining.
On a similar, but not the same subject, there is going to be a Doctor Who second half of season premiere party this Saturday that I fully intend to attend. It should be fun :D
But I'm out of things to say, and my keyboard seems to be growing weary, although that actually might just be my fingers. Strange.... oh well.
I'll just sign off then.
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Lively Tuesday!
Yikes! I almost forgot about this. Lucky You, huh? Well.
Well, this week I've been working with Randy, it's pretty sweet. Well. It's tough, not necessarily sweet, but I got my first paycheck today, and it was $100, so I'm pretty hyped about that :D
On Saturday of last week, The Piano Fort hosted a their second benefit concert for Rahab's sisters, which is pretty much something to help women who've been abused, or stuff. Well, since Mom was sick, she wasn't able to go, but Me, Dad, and Jo were all able to go. Three bands performed: Outland Prey (who I'm probably listening to too much now), Ghost Montrose, and Heatwarmer. Lets just say this: Outland Prey was the first to perform, and they were AMAZING. After that, Ghost Montrose played, and I'm not trying to be biased, but they did even better. And after that was Heatwarmer, and they were even better. So yeah, the night just got better and better as it went along. Here's a picture of the stage:
See the platform up on the left over there? The third band (Heatwarmer) had their guitarist, Chrisian, play up there. It was pretty sweet.
On Friday of last week, Exodus Books hosted a game night, which I got to go to. Yay! It was pretty sweet. There was no cost to get in, just to come and bring any games you might want to play. Me, Daniel, Shay, and Jonny were about the best team ever for this game called "Forbidden Island." Daniel was pretty hilarious while playing it. lol. It's simple enough to play, but extremely difficult to win. It got really stressful throughout, and we were so excited once we won. hehehe. I tried to convince Mom to buy it, and I would have paid for some of it too, but she didn't let me. I really want to see what Josiah and Benny would look like playing that game hahaha.
As for recent news: Me and fellow bloggers Daniel and Shay are going to try to tri-author a book. sounds pretty epic, doesn't it? well, anyways. About the only things we know for sure is that it should be modern time, and a Science Fiction. WE don't really know anything other than that. I'm pretty sure we're open for suggestions, so if you have any, you can either contact one of us three personally, or post a suggestion as a comment on one of our blogs.
And that's just about all I have today, so adios!
Well, this week I've been working with Randy, it's pretty sweet. Well. It's tough, not necessarily sweet, but I got my first paycheck today, and it was $100, so I'm pretty hyped about that :D
On Saturday of last week, The Piano Fort hosted a their second benefit concert for Rahab's sisters, which is pretty much something to help women who've been abused, or stuff. Well, since Mom was sick, she wasn't able to go, but Me, Dad, and Jo were all able to go. Three bands performed: Outland Prey (who I'm probably listening to too much now), Ghost Montrose, and Heatwarmer. Lets just say this: Outland Prey was the first to perform, and they were AMAZING. After that, Ghost Montrose played, and I'm not trying to be biased, but they did even better. And after that was Heatwarmer, and they were even better. So yeah, the night just got better and better as it went along. Here's a picture of the stage:
See the platform up on the left over there? The third band (Heatwarmer) had their guitarist, Chrisian, play up there. It was pretty sweet.
On Friday of last week, Exodus Books hosted a game night, which I got to go to. Yay! It was pretty sweet. There was no cost to get in, just to come and bring any games you might want to play. Me, Daniel, Shay, and Jonny were about the best team ever for this game called "Forbidden Island." Daniel was pretty hilarious while playing it. lol. It's simple enough to play, but extremely difficult to win. It got really stressful throughout, and we were so excited once we won. hehehe. I tried to convince Mom to buy it, and I would have paid for some of it too, but she didn't let me. I really want to see what Josiah and Benny would look like playing that game hahaha.
As for recent news: Me and fellow bloggers Daniel and Shay are going to try to tri-author a book. sounds pretty epic, doesn't it? well, anyways. About the only things we know for sure is that it should be modern time, and a Science Fiction. WE don't really know anything other than that. I'm pretty sure we're open for suggestions, so if you have any, you can either contact one of us three personally, or post a suggestion as a comment on one of our blogs.
And that's just about all I have today, so adios!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Lively Tuesday I suppose...
It's a Tuesday. and this will be a somewhat random post, so I guess I'll make it into a lively Tuesday.
Today is Benny's birthday, so go ahead and wish him a happy birthday. On the spur of the moment, he got a job offer today and is moving an hour away tomorrow night. So that's all very exciting. I might even write a song for him. Speaking of which, I wrote parts for two more songs. yay, congratulations, nice, and wahoo are the normal response to that. So there, I covered it for you. Last weekend was very busy. very busy indeed. We went to the Friday night worship service at our church, and Jo probably got his pipe box stolen that night, so he's pretty upset about that. Saturday we had the porch party a our house. There were donuts, nice cars, donuts, a lot of people, more donuts, candy, more people, games, and more donuts. Oh and there was lemonade too, but I don't know. Is that as important as the donuts? you tell me. Sunday we had a birthday party for a bunch of people, although the tradition is just for Benny and Uncle Richard. yeah, so that all happened. And then something else happened on Monday, but I can't remember what. Maybe it'll come back to me later.
In the meantime, my blog has been very boring, and has been going very slow. So tell me! What would you like to see more of in this blog? links to Daniel's blog, Kerilynn's blog, Elisa's blog, Benny's blog, and more? more movie reviews? more music? more Lively Tuesday posts? Tell me and it may well be done. Comments are always welcome in this blog.
Friday, August 5, 2011
The Lovely Bones: Movie review
So, a couple days ago I had a chance to watch The Lovely Bones, a thriller starring Mark Wahlberg, Saoirse Ronan, and more. It was based off of the novel by Alice Sebold, which I haven't had a chance to read yet.
Saoirse Ronan plays a young girl named Suzie Salmon, who lived a wonderful life until she was murdered at the age of 14. This movie will show you who the killer is at the very beginning of the movie, so if You plan to watch this movie, beware.
Throughout the movie, Suzie grows more angry at her killer in the realm of beauty, the in-between, or Her own perfect world, whichever you want to call it. But she must decide whether she wants vengeance or happiness for her family, who is distressed by the murder.
This movie had some incredible effects, and great filmography, but a very depressing story. Parts of the movie can be quite suspenseful, and there is a small scene that is rather gross. I wouldn't recommend the movie for anyone under the age of 11-12, depending on what you would allow your younger brother/sister/son/daughter to see. I found it entertaining, although it's a movie that you could live your life without.
I'll give you the trailer here, and let you decide if you want to watch it or not.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Aaaand I'm back!
Alright, so I realize it's been a couple weeks since my last post, so I apologize to those who were eagerly awaiting my next words. To the rest of you, meh. And also, I have not been doing those "Lively Tuesday" dealios. To be honest, they would have been really boring if I had. Hardly anything has happened the last couple weeks except my working and whatnot. most of it was just lying down and relaxing. It's summer though, so that's my excuse. Ooh! But I do have some exciting news! Guess who got his long-awaited Red Suspenders?
When somebody asks a question like that, you already know the answer. But just in case you're really dim, I'll tell you: This Guy!! that's the first time I've linked to my own blog in my blog. :P strange. I'm also pretty excited about the tang that's in our freezer. Freezing :P but that's different news. I honestly don't know what else to say. So I might as well just end here. Just so you know, If I haven't blogged in a week or so, It's likely because I don't know what to blog about. So feel free to drop ideas in a comment!
When somebody asks a question like that, you already know the answer. But just in case you're really dim, I'll tell you: This Guy!! that's the first time I've linked to my own blog in my blog. :P strange. I'm also pretty excited about the tang that's in our freezer. Freezing :P but that's different news. I honestly don't know what else to say. So I might as well just end here. Just so you know, If I haven't blogged in a week or so, It's likely because I don't know what to blog about. So feel free to drop ideas in a comment!
Monday, July 25, 2011
well......
I really feel like doing something on the computer other than just sitting around. But I don't know what to say.... (Or Do I?) Yep, I do.
just found the one camera we have that can record videos. So guess what I did? Nah,I won't tell you. I'll let you figure out yourself by this video:
and this one:
This one's not done as well as the other ones, neither of which were perfect, I messed up really bad on the solo, but here it is anyways.
Other than that, I have nothing new. So here is my sign-off.
just found the one camera we have that can record videos. So guess what I did? Nah,I won't tell you. I'll let you figure out yourself by this video:
and this one:
This one's not done as well as the other ones, neither of which were perfect, I messed up really bad on the solo, but here it is anyways.
Other than that, I have nothing new. So here is my sign-off.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Posts (Atom)
Really, I have no idea what that even means... You can see it at the bottom of nearly every blog. Whenever I see it, I think: "Posts (Atom Bomb)" and it makes no sense! Or: "Posts (Adam)" but I haven't done a post about Adam. Maybe I should... I don't know.
Is it Tuesday yet? nope. It's Friday. Fridays are normally quite fun.
In this case, We're going up to the Cone's house to help set up for the Jubilee, which I have only been to ONCE. I'm still holding a small grudge against Leah for that... Anyways...
I'm going to probably put up a couple videos on my Youtube soon. me and my piano. hehehe...
Unfortunately, I must tell you that "Twin" is about as much done as it was the day I started it.. Sorry :P It'll be a while.
But It's nearly 4:30, So I'll be leaving to the Cone's in a tiny bit. So I'll end the post here.
Is it Tuesday yet? nope. It's Friday. Fridays are normally quite fun.
In this case, We're going up to the Cone's house to help set up for the Jubilee, which I have only been to ONCE. I'm still holding a small grudge against Leah for that... Anyways...
I'm going to probably put up a couple videos on my Youtube soon. me and my piano. hehehe...
Unfortunately, I must tell you that "Twin" is about as much done as it was the day I started it.. Sorry :P It'll be a while.
But It's nearly 4:30, So I'll be leaving to the Cone's in a tiny bit. So I'll end the post here.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Road from the West - ARC Giveaway
The authoress of I Serve brings us a new fantastic historical fiction novel: Road from the West. This book is featured in a giveaway that the author herself is doing on her blog. This book is the jumpstart to a new series:
The Chronicles of Tancred. I'm quite excited to read the book, and just to make you excited too, read this!
ROAD FROM THE WEST: BOOK I OF THE CHRONICLES OF TANCRED
A tale of Courage, Conquest, Intrigue, and Honor.
You've heard of the Knights Templar, you've heard of Richard the Lionheart—now learn the story that started it all with the adventures of the First Crusade.
Haunted by guilt from the past and nightmares of the future, a young Norman named Tancred takes the cross and vows to be the first to free Jerusalem from the infidels. As he journeys to the Holy Land, he braves vast deserts, mortal famine, and the ever-present ambushes of the enemy Turks—but the greatest danger of all is deciding which of the Crusader lords to trust. A mysterious seer prophesies that Tancred will find great love and great sorrow on his journey, but the second seems intent on claiming him before he can find the first. Intrigues and passions grow as every battle brings the Crusaders one step closer to Jerusalem. Not all are destined to survive the perilous road from the West.
You can enter in the giveaway too! just click on the link where it says "blog."
Enjoy!
The Chronicles of Tancred. I'm quite excited to read the book, and just to make you excited too, read this!
ROAD FROM THE WEST: BOOK I OF THE CHRONICLES OF TANCRED
A tale of Courage, Conquest, Intrigue, and Honor.
You've heard of the Knights Templar, you've heard of Richard the Lionheart—now learn the story that started it all with the adventures of the First Crusade.
Haunted by guilt from the past and nightmares of the future, a young Norman named Tancred takes the cross and vows to be the first to free Jerusalem from the infidels. As he journeys to the Holy Land, he braves vast deserts, mortal famine, and the ever-present ambushes of the enemy Turks—but the greatest danger of all is deciding which of the Crusader lords to trust. A mysterious seer prophesies that Tancred will find great love and great sorrow on his journey, but the second seems intent on claiming him before he can find the first. Intrigues and passions grow as every battle brings the Crusaders one step closer to Jerusalem. Not all are destined to survive the perilous road from the West.
You can enter in the giveaway too! just click on the link where it says "blog."
Enjoy!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Of the awesomeness of my bass. :D
Remember in my last post that I said I had other stuff to do?
Other stuff to do means "Other posts to write." hehehe....
Anyways, posts and posts ago, I said I would do a post on how awesome My bass was? here it is :D
Here's some pictures.
Nope, sucks to be you, but you don't get it. And If I were to tell you all the songs I learned with it in the past couple weeks, it would take a while. So I won't. It's got great sound, although I'm going to have to get myself a bass amp so I don't blow my guitar amp. Anyways, feast your eyes on these pictures as much as you want, it remains mine..... hehehe...... also, If you hadn't noticed, there's a poll up on the top left of the blog, feel free to vote!
Other stuff to do means "Other posts to write." hehehe....
Anyways, posts and posts ago, I said I would do a post on how awesome My bass was? here it is :D
Here's some pictures.
Lively Tuesday (again, posted on Wednesday.)
Well, last weekend I was with Leah and Ryan while Mom and Dad were out of town. On Saturday, we went on a hike. I began to take a sort of photo documentary of the hike, but it didn't turn out that well.
So we began our hike
At first, Patrick wasn't very thrilled...
But he soon became interested
Especially once we saw the waterfall.
There was one leaf by itself on the ground.
And there were many very pretty views.
And very fuzzy trees...
How that tree got snapped, I don't know.
Cunera loves her Uncle Jo.
I took some pictures of random things.
It was amazing how far ahead they got within about 15 seconds.
I believe Leah called this a "spitbug"
Cunera got tired along the way.
We crossed the first bridge
Leah was woozy
We neared the second waterfall.
Josiah and Cunera were in the lead.
They wanted me to go behind the waterfall and take pictures of them.
It didn't turn out so well.
Benny is a blurry person. (he also poses weird, but we'll get to that later.)
It was extremely difficult to get a picture of this snail, I don't know why...
We may have found Shrek's house on the hike...
There were lots of berries
Even some that looked like a tree...
And some very prickly bushes. :P
We got to the viewpoint, which we probably weren't supposed to be at...
It was very pretty though...
Oh, that tree,,,,
Ryan leaned forward so as to get Patrick in the picture.
Benny poses weird...
Not sure what the deal was with this place.
Ryan was very interested in the stairs that lead to nowhere.
And that was our hike.
Sunday we had a Parish meeting at the Hayes' house, and yesterday we went to Oaks park. That was probably the reason I didn't post this yesterday.
Anyways.....
I've got other stuff to do.
Until next time!
And that was our hike.
Sunday we had a Parish meeting at the Hayes' house, and yesterday we went to Oaks park. That was probably the reason I didn't post this yesterday.
Anyways.....
I've got other stuff to do.
Until next time!
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