So it's official. I hate my hair. A lot. I don't know what I was thinking. I must have been out of my mind. I want it back. Long layers = love. Shortness = WHY???? I'VE RUINED MY LIFE!
Okay, trying to cut with the melodrama. I think I could like my hair if it was just an inch or two longer. Maybe three. But it's not. And I hate it. And it's a really bad timing...you know...the whole cabin/Writing Studio thing...I'd sort of like to look pretty, but, you know.
And I'm sixteen. Which means I'm an official Disney princess. So why don't I look pretty? Oh, right, cause I cut my hair. WHAT WAS I THINKING?
I think maybe if I just wear it up for the next two months, it'll be okay.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Fiction & My Life (in Technicolor)
Challenge: write a diary of a character for a week
The Life and Times of Alexander Alexander
Day 1 (That is, not the first day of my life, but the first day of my new and much improved life of adventure and excitement as an adventurer)
Today I abruptly quit my job as a blacksmith. After all, who really wants to be a blacksmith? Not I! I have packed up my things, and I am leaving this place. I plan to go into the forest and seek my fortune.
Day 2
Still seeking my fortune. In the forest now. It's quite nice. I've always felt a sort of connection with the forest. I can feel it, deep within me. Trees and life coursing through my veins. Sounds painful. It's really not, though.
Day 3
The forest consumes me. I enjoy it in the utmost.
Day 4
Still traveling. Has been jolly good weather for this sort of thing. Sunny, warm. I caught some fish in a stream and cooked them over a fire for supper. This is the life.
Day 5
I've met the most intriguing acquaintance! Virth Gideon is his name, and he seems very intense. In a silent, staring sort of way. He was sleeping in a pile of leaves when I tripped over him and woke him up. He seemed rather disgruntled, but it seems that I'm the first person he's seen in quite a long while. I think we shall get along quite swell.
Day 6
Virth has informed me now of the unfortunate circumstances of his life. Quite unfortunate they are, too. He has lost his love, his life, and his reason for living. Quite an involved tale, but apparently the monarchy is actually asleep and taken over by beings out of a magical simulation he went through and failed, which made these new beings called the Ageless come into life out of nothing and take over the world. So apparently he's waiting for a hundred years to pass so he can kiss some sleeping, presumed dead princess and break the curse. A most intriguing tale. I've decided I might as well stick with him and see this all through to the end. It ought to be exciting, at any rate. Perhaps this is what my true fortune is.
Day 7
We found the most lovely place to build a sort of lodge, in which we will head off this rebellion against the evil Ageless. I can just feel the change in the air. Very refreshing. And so, I say: Down with the Ageless! Anarchy! Rebellion! I've never felt like such a rebel. Most peculiar. Rather exhilarating.
In other news, my doctor may have given me an ear infection. He poked my ear with something sharp, and it bled a bunch, and now I'm in paaaiiiin. And my mum, being the nurse that she is, looked in it and said it looked "strange." So if I die before next week...I love you all! :D
And even more news, I am going to my cabin on Wednesday! Woot! Woot! And we all know what that means...Lake! Boats! Fishes! Swimming! Wakeboarding! Doing 360s? Maybe not yet...and of course, general town life. Not that I'm living there, but...bakery. Candy store. <3 Maybe eventually I will post the story of glass windows, a silent communication, cut short by summer's end, and tragic facebook stalking. Hahaha. Or, we could just let that drop...being awkward as it is...
And after I go to my cabin, I'm going to a Young Writers' Studio! Which should be rather epic. I'm only a little concerned that my teacher might be a bit odd, because he assigned us this rather odd book to read, "If on a winter's night a traveler." It is...kind of...odd. It's very modern in style, I suppose. I'll let you know in more detail what I think when I finish.
And I also chopped off my hair. Not totally sure how I feel about that yet. Will have to wait for a few days, do some various styling, see how it looks.
The Life and Times of Alexander Alexander
Day 1 (That is, not the first day of my life, but the first day of my new and much improved life of adventure and excitement as an adventurer)
Today I abruptly quit my job as a blacksmith. After all, who really wants to be a blacksmith? Not I! I have packed up my things, and I am leaving this place. I plan to go into the forest and seek my fortune.
Day 2
Still seeking my fortune. In the forest now. It's quite nice. I've always felt a sort of connection with the forest. I can feel it, deep within me. Trees and life coursing through my veins. Sounds painful. It's really not, though.
Day 3
The forest consumes me. I enjoy it in the utmost.
Day 4
Still traveling. Has been jolly good weather for this sort of thing. Sunny, warm. I caught some fish in a stream and cooked them over a fire for supper. This is the life.
Day 5
I've met the most intriguing acquaintance! Virth Gideon is his name, and he seems very intense. In a silent, staring sort of way. He was sleeping in a pile of leaves when I tripped over him and woke him up. He seemed rather disgruntled, but it seems that I'm the first person he's seen in quite a long while. I think we shall get along quite swell.
Day 6
Virth has informed me now of the unfortunate circumstances of his life. Quite unfortunate they are, too. He has lost his love, his life, and his reason for living. Quite an involved tale, but apparently the monarchy is actually asleep and taken over by beings out of a magical simulation he went through and failed, which made these new beings called the Ageless come into life out of nothing and take over the world. So apparently he's waiting for a hundred years to pass so he can kiss some sleeping, presumed dead princess and break the curse. A most intriguing tale. I've decided I might as well stick with him and see this all through to the end. It ought to be exciting, at any rate. Perhaps this is what my true fortune is.
Day 7
We found the most lovely place to build a sort of lodge, in which we will head off this rebellion against the evil Ageless. I can just feel the change in the air. Very refreshing. And so, I say: Down with the Ageless! Anarchy! Rebellion! I've never felt like such a rebel. Most peculiar. Rather exhilarating.
In other news, my doctor may have given me an ear infection. He poked my ear with something sharp, and it bled a bunch, and now I'm in paaaiiiin. And my mum, being the nurse that she is, looked in it and said it looked "strange." So if I die before next week...I love you all! :D
And even more news, I am going to my cabin on Wednesday! Woot! Woot! And we all know what that means...Lake! Boats! Fishes! Swimming! Wakeboarding! Doing 360s? Maybe not yet...and of course, general town life. Not that I'm living there, but...bakery. Candy store. <3 Maybe eventually I will post the story of glass windows, a silent communication, cut short by summer's end, and tragic facebook stalking. Hahaha. Or, we could just let that drop...being awkward as it is...
And after I go to my cabin, I'm going to a Young Writers' Studio! Which should be rather epic. I'm only a little concerned that my teacher might be a bit odd, because he assigned us this rather odd book to read, "If on a winter's night a traveler." It is...kind of...odd. It's very modern in style, I suppose. I'll let you know in more detail what I think when I finish.
And I also chopped off my hair. Not totally sure how I feel about that yet. Will have to wait for a few days, do some various styling, see how it looks.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Perspectives
"Do what you wish with me. All I ask is to see her once more, and afterward, that you let her go and never harm her again."
She walked out of the enemy camp alone.
Samuel Gray stopped in front of the large house. It stood in the middle of enemy territory, and apparently run by some lady who lived there all alone. He couldn't quite fathom how or why. He raised the knocker anyway, and was surprised when the door was opened by a beautiful woman.
She wasn't old yet, though not quite young either. Somewhere in her middling to late thirties, he supposed, but still gorgeous. Elegant figure, striking red hair, and a very warm smile. "You must be Samuel," she said. "Please, come in. Supper's on the table waiting for you."
He followed her to the dining room curiously and sat down where she indicated. There was a bowl of hot soup in front of him and a strong cup of tea. Additionally, there was a plate of warm bread, salt, pepper, and everything else he could think of needing for a good dinner. He took a spoonful of the soup--quite good soup--and eyed the woman seated on the other side of the table. She wasn't eating, only watching.
"Oh, I hope my sitting here with you doesn't bother you at all," she said with another of her smiles. Though, he couldn't help but think there was something a bit dead about her eyes. "I don't get many guests, you see, and I do enjoy seeing people now and then, when they get sent my way."
He nodded and tried to remember what he'd been told about her. A friend of the Resistance, was all they'd really said. That and something to do with the great warrior, Rafe, who died a few ten years ago.
She smiled winningly.
"So you, uh, live here all alone?" he asked after a moment, taking a bit of the bread.
"Oh, yes," she replied. "I have for a good while now. It might not seem like the ideal place, out in the middle of nowhere, but...it's peaceful here."
"Peaceful? With all those monsters hounding at your doorstep?"
She gave him a look, the sort of look you gave a child when they said something particularly naive. "Oh, they don't bother me. They haven't laid a finger on me since...oh, but I'm sure you know."
He shook his head, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. "No, actually. They didn't tell me much before sending me out here. I know you have some connection with Rafe, but other than that...I'd like to hear about it."
"Rafe, yes," she said, and he saw there was a certain light in her eyes, though it seemed more a reflection, of a light long ago. "Well, it's not quite the type of story you tell. Nor is it much of a story in general."
"I'd still like to hear it," he replied, more curious now than ever.
"Well," she began, "Rafe and I...we were fighting the Bjords, as usual. We were both captured, at Iluvn, not far from here. He was the leader of the Resistance at the time. He knew everything there was to know about it. He had information they wanted. They wanted him in general; they thought to crush the Resistance by crushing him first. He could have gotten away, but...I couldn't have. They had me with a knife pressed to my throat. They...used me against him, I suppose. So, he gave himself up for me. Made them promise to let me go free and never bother me again. And he asked to speak to me, just once more. Then they let me go, and...that was the end of it, for him." She paused, looking down at the table, then looked back at him and smiled. "So you see, it's not much of a story. Just a past."
"What did he tell you?" Samuel asked, "that last time?"
She smiled again and the light played upon her features. "That he loved me," she said. "That was all."
He took another bite of his bread and added some pepper to his soup. "So, that's why you work for the Resistance, then? In honor of him?"
She gave a slight laugh. "Oh, no. I would hardly say I work for the Resistance. I help them, from time to time, though I can't see much of a reason for it all."
"No reason?" he asked, leaping out of his chair and slamming his fists on the table. "No reason? They killed your love, and you say there's no reason for fighting those monsters?!"
She looked at her fingers on the table. "They let me go," she said after a moment, softly. "And I've never seen any of them since. They kept their promise." She paused and looked at him again. "Sit back down," she said. "Eat your soup."
He looked at her, frustrated, but finally sat back down. He saw what she meant, but he didn't want to. The Resistance was the only good thing, the only righteous thing left in the world. That's what he'd believed for so long.
"In any case," she said, "it's so much the same. People fight, they get killed, and others take their place, fighting some more. I've seen it happen so many times. But please, don't let me dissuade you from fighting with the Resistance. I suppose I've just lived here alone a long time. Living alone gives you strange ideas, Samuel. Don't listen, if you want not to."
He said nothing and looked down at his soup and realized he wasn't hungry. He took a spoonful anyway.
She walked out of the enemy camp alone.
Samuel Gray stopped in front of the large house. It stood in the middle of enemy territory, and apparently run by some lady who lived there all alone. He couldn't quite fathom how or why. He raised the knocker anyway, and was surprised when the door was opened by a beautiful woman.
She wasn't old yet, though not quite young either. Somewhere in her middling to late thirties, he supposed, but still gorgeous. Elegant figure, striking red hair, and a very warm smile. "You must be Samuel," she said. "Please, come in. Supper's on the table waiting for you."
He followed her to the dining room curiously and sat down where she indicated. There was a bowl of hot soup in front of him and a strong cup of tea. Additionally, there was a plate of warm bread, salt, pepper, and everything else he could think of needing for a good dinner. He took a spoonful of the soup--quite good soup--and eyed the woman seated on the other side of the table. She wasn't eating, only watching.
"Oh, I hope my sitting here with you doesn't bother you at all," she said with another of her smiles. Though, he couldn't help but think there was something a bit dead about her eyes. "I don't get many guests, you see, and I do enjoy seeing people now and then, when they get sent my way."
He nodded and tried to remember what he'd been told about her. A friend of the Resistance, was all they'd really said. That and something to do with the great warrior, Rafe, who died a few ten years ago.
She smiled winningly.
"So you, uh, live here all alone?" he asked after a moment, taking a bit of the bread.
"Oh, yes," she replied. "I have for a good while now. It might not seem like the ideal place, out in the middle of nowhere, but...it's peaceful here."
"Peaceful? With all those monsters hounding at your doorstep?"
She gave him a look, the sort of look you gave a child when they said something particularly naive. "Oh, they don't bother me. They haven't laid a finger on me since...oh, but I'm sure you know."
He shook his head, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. "No, actually. They didn't tell me much before sending me out here. I know you have some connection with Rafe, but other than that...I'd like to hear about it."
"Rafe, yes," she said, and he saw there was a certain light in her eyes, though it seemed more a reflection, of a light long ago. "Well, it's not quite the type of story you tell. Nor is it much of a story in general."
"I'd still like to hear it," he replied, more curious now than ever.
"Well," she began, "Rafe and I...we were fighting the Bjords, as usual. We were both captured, at Iluvn, not far from here. He was the leader of the Resistance at the time. He knew everything there was to know about it. He had information they wanted. They wanted him in general; they thought to crush the Resistance by crushing him first. He could have gotten away, but...I couldn't have. They had me with a knife pressed to my throat. They...used me against him, I suppose. So, he gave himself up for me. Made them promise to let me go free and never bother me again. And he asked to speak to me, just once more. Then they let me go, and...that was the end of it, for him." She paused, looking down at the table, then looked back at him and smiled. "So you see, it's not much of a story. Just a past."
"What did he tell you?" Samuel asked, "that last time?"
She smiled again and the light played upon her features. "That he loved me," she said. "That was all."
He took another bite of his bread and added some pepper to his soup. "So, that's why you work for the Resistance, then? In honor of him?"
She gave a slight laugh. "Oh, no. I would hardly say I work for the Resistance. I help them, from time to time, though I can't see much of a reason for it all."
"No reason?" he asked, leaping out of his chair and slamming his fists on the table. "No reason? They killed your love, and you say there's no reason for fighting those monsters?!"
She looked at her fingers on the table. "They let me go," she said after a moment, softly. "And I've never seen any of them since. They kept their promise." She paused and looked at him again. "Sit back down," she said. "Eat your soup."
He looked at her, frustrated, but finally sat back down. He saw what she meant, but he didn't want to. The Resistance was the only good thing, the only righteous thing left in the world. That's what he'd believed for so long.
"In any case," she said, "it's so much the same. People fight, they get killed, and others take their place, fighting some more. I've seen it happen so many times. But please, don't let me dissuade you from fighting with the Resistance. I suppose I've just lived here alone a long time. Living alone gives you strange ideas, Samuel. Don't listen, if you want not to."
He said nothing and looked down at his soup and realized he wasn't hungry. He took a spoonful anyway.
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