In a writing mood. How strange

I will be honest. I haven't been writing all these days, and definitely not constantly in more then a year. I've had a few bursts, but lately I've been thinking about other things like film, scripts and general ughness. That being school. But I am feeling quite proud because I have an urge. It's amazing this thing I'm feeling. I feel as though I can write again. At least I'm thinking about writing. That's a sure sign of something new. I know my epic novel idea kind of failed. I can admit that. But I think it was just too average of me. It wasn't getting the right message across. In fact, that's probably because I didn't know what that message was. Perhaps in a later time I will know. There are almost hundreds of idea's that I've had in this lifetime and I don't think I've forgotten them. they still exist on scraps around the place. I find them all the time. It's good fun.

Reading Harry Potter once more has enlightened me to an old and magical idea I once had. I planned thoroughly for it last September and then kind of, left it. But now, after finding the majority of my notes I have decided to try again. I like it, the feeling I mentioned before. It's almost like I'm back to being me again. I've missed being well and truly me. I know I've changed a bit, what with the film and the way I'm acting and general school and all that but there has been a part of me that I know will never change that has been missing. It's been lost in the back of my head.

I think I may have found it, but I cannot be sure. I'm never sure these days, I don't hope. I just think. Sometimes they happen, sometimes they don't. I getting better at guessing, but that eventually leads to hope which I'm trying to avoid. I'm getting my life back on track. It's about time. It's getting better. I just need to practice.

My mother should read this. She'd reconsider her opinions about my life.
At least, she should.

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A hare one day ridiculed the short feet and slow pace of the Tortoise, who replied, laughing: "Though you be swift as the wind, I will beat you in a race." The Hare, believing his assertion to be simply impossible, assented to the proposal; and they agreed that the Fox should choose the course and fix the goal. On the day appointed for the race the two started together. The Tortoise never for a moment stopped, but went on with a slow but steady pace straight to the end of the course. The Hare, lying down by the wayside, fell fast asleep. At last waking up, and moving as fast as he could, he saw the Tortoise had reached the goal, and was comfortably dozing after his fatigue.


Don't tell me what you don't know. Don't pretend to understand. Don't look at my eyes and say what it really is. Don't say the truth. Don't lie. Please, just stop talking.

the tortoise

Spies

Enlightened by many things today

Coldplay

STRAWBERRY SWING!



J.K. Rowling

HARRY POTTER



BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

Although, in the case of school work, I am a non succeeding failure because I flunked one maths test. I got told that there are rules in this house and I am to follow them. I will graduate high school with flying colours and I will get a place at university. I will? Will I? I don't even know
if I want to. I read on a card my English teacher handed to me today and apparently I am part of the Gifted and Talented Program. How can I be part of this program if I don't necessarily feel gifted and talented. What does that even mean?

I've been told my entire life that I am smart and gifted and great and blah blah blah. But I really don't think I am. My mother tells me I will be top of the class. What if I don't want to be. I really don't think my fate rests on me being the top of maths class, surely. It can't, that's pretty darn impossible.

Irony is a nifty thing. Thinking that this year is going rather great has jinxed the eventual outcome. Something terrible is going to happen. I can feel it. I'm going mad. I can hear things in my head. I can sense something is coming. It's not a maths test, I'm sure of that. And it's not Judgement Day, not yet.

It's fate. I'm never going to escape. I'm stuck here. Forever.

I'm stuck in my head.

Chicago

I love Sufjan Stevens because is he the only person I know of who can use words to describe what life really is. It's important to know someone like that, because these days especially I've been needing someone to tell me.

Can I really jinx the next six months into being horrible just because for a second I thought life was good? Is life really that horrible? God is dead, but there is still something out there torturing us. Not someone, something. I believe it's something.

I vow to love Bridgette Brown for the rest of my brief, uneventful life

I am a dinosaur,
I eat your flesh



Oh, and by the way, your mad.

Birthdays and Bright Side

Oh deary me, another one has come. Isn't it terrible. I'm sure it's a sign of the continuation of life or something but honestly, the things it does to people. It's strange. I can't get my head around it. I think everyone is bi-polar. They feel one thing one second and another the next. Don't call it humanity, that's just cliche. And I've had enough of cliche's this fine - not all that fine, its raining - day. There are people crying and people walking and people driving and people arguing over who got flowers, who didn't get flowers, who wants flowers and who wants nothing. People say they don't want something, the decide they do at the last minute. People say they want nothing but never say out loud that they do. It's impossible to understand. Maybe that's why God is dead, or maybe he didn't, maybe he just left because he was so sick of how we turned out to be.

CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE


Mumford & Sons

On the Bright Side

Isn't it a funny thing. I don't really want to learn any language that a majority of some place actually knows, but one that was invented around 1930-1950 and that only really appears in a series of books written by J.R.R. Tolkien and an epic movie series directed by Peter Jackson. Yes I am talking about Middle Earth and yes I am talking about the language of the elves. Elvish.
If anyone was interested, that is an example of Sindarin Mode. I think anyway. It's to do with the vowels I have learnt from a very brilliant site. To study Tengwar. And in case anyone was wondering, Elvish is not as easy as it looks. If you think it's simple, you know, learning an alphabet and then writing it, you are COMPLETELY wrong. It's complicated and it's not just single letters. One character could mean three letters together, or three different letters. The dots and dashes you can see above are the marks of the vowels. You can tell it's Sindarin they appear after the constanants.

Actually, scratch that. it might be Quenya.

Honestly, I really have no idea what I'm going on about. Please pay no attention to me.

Now lets get to the point of today's morning post and say:
Today I am going to On the Bright Side. for all of you who don't it is a festival based in Perth, Western Australia. And guess who's going to be there?

MUMFORD AND SONS!

Thought you might like to know.

I can feel them, crawling inside my brain...

Eyes from the tree take me down the way

Red riders of the dark
Help me through this maze
Do you know, mister, of this place?
Do you know, mister?
No time to waste

Won't you help me be on my way?
Won't you help me be on my way?
So I can set me free

Saw murder in her eyes
The dark of a thousand crows
Cold thriller in disguise
Blue shadows stitched to her toes

Do you know, mister, of this place?
Do you know, mister?
No time to waste

There's propergand for everyman
On the paperstand you know
When will the spinsters face
Let give that twist of grace you know

Do you know, mister, of this place?
Do you know, mister?
No time to waste

I don't ever want to leave music behind.

Namárië