New iPad.

.... That I am currently NOT typing on. Mishon is playing games on it.

But it's awesome even so.

I won third place in the creative writing competition for JD. My poem was a sonnet that I wrote awhile back at MSA when I was bored. I showed it to Dr. Brooks and he basically turned his nose up at it. Like it would never be good enough to do anything. Like it was just a stupid little poem that I wrote to be goofy.

But now that poem is PUBLISHED. That means I am a published poet. With a copyright on that poem. So screw first hand opinions.

Sometimes the things that you write on a whim are the best things that you write. So never let someone turn their nose up.

Good stuff is good stuff, just not to everyone.

On another note, Japan was hit by an 8.9 earthquake and a 30 foot tsunami today. That makes me sad. But what makes me even more sad is the fact that people are screaming that it's the coming of the Christ when really it's just the earth waking up from a long slumber to stretch all of the plates that our countries sit on.

When a disaster strikes, people are so easy to forget that science will stand against the faith of people. And I'm not saying that to discredit people's religion; if you're going to be religious, by all means do so and believe what you want to believe. But what happened to plate tectonics? You know, that field of science that says the earth has done this and will continue to do this?

People freaked when earthquakes hit Haiti. People freaked when earthquakes hit Chile. People freaked when earthquakes hit Korea. Now people are freaking because the earthquakes hit Japan.

If Christ didn't come for the last three, why would he make an exception now?

"What's he going to do, show up riding on a fucking surf board?" - Brett Hilbert.

Well said buddy, you win the gold.

Mr. Directa-mayn.

Pierini has the most awesome profile pictures on facebook. He is daddy duck and he accepts this.

And he is better than Dr. Brooks.

SO MUCH BETTER.

He loves us.

Like little baby ducks.

He grows lumberjack beards.

And loves doughnuts.

And he's more of a father to me than my own at the moment.

Apology

I want to apolgize to Grace, Michael, and Jordan.

I wrote something about how they sneered at me from across the cafeteria. It was wrong, and though it was what I felt was happening, I was wrong to assume.

Stephen King says assuming makes an ass of you and me.

He's right.

I've deleted the offensive blog.

I'm sorry for writing that line in it.

Don't worry, it won't happen again.

Sincerely,
Jesse

I haven't written in a while.

I really do feel like writing something interesting, and I know I've got the material in my brain.
It just doesn't seem to want to come out like it's supposed to.

I've got three new ideas.

The first is for a play:
You know how in every fall-in-love-with-a-rock-star-guy plot you ever read, he always falls for the best friend of the obsessed girl who had no clue about him what-so-ever?

What if the obsessed fan pretended to be that best friend who had no clue precisely because she knew it would work? Then he fell in love with her, but she had constructed so many lies in her facade to be the clueless friend that she dug herself into a rut and couldn't get out without coming clean. Of course, he would be mad, break up with her because she lied, she would be heart broken, go back home to Mom, and in the end he would realize he could forgive her and they'd be happy, blah, blah, blah.

I don't necessarily like writing happy endings, but I think for the sake of this being a romantic comedy it needs one. Then again, it also needs a little bit more development. C'est la vie.

Now we get to the actual novels I want to write.

I have this wonderful (well, I think so) idea about the Pied (yes, that's spelled right, I googled.) Piper of Hamelin's legend being recreated in a more modern time through the eyes of a porcelain doll.

If you don't know the legend of the Pied Piper of Hamelin, you can google it, or be satisfied with this.
Synopsis: The Pied Piper comes to the town of Hamelin playing his flute (or, insert other instrument here) to kill rats for the village. They refuse to pay him, he decided to get revenge and lures all the children away from the town and in some stories, into the river where they drown.

I want to focus on the luring of one child in particular. A girl, 12 years old. Girls are more prone to love dolls than boys, and I want this doll to be a male doll because the piper was a male in the legend.
The idea is that the doll comes to life to protect the child that owns it and if for some reason the child is put in danger, the doll will take it away from the situation.

Now, since this is the internet and I'm a little shaky on giving away my best ideas, that's about all I'm willing to say. Not saying that I believe Emmaleigh (who for now is my only follower) will steal these ideas, I know for a fact she won't, but I do not know how many may stumble across this blog and sneak a read or two.

Basically my main point in this story is that a doll is a child's first love. It's an important part of any little girl's life and to suddenly take it away can be emotionally shattering. Compare this to harsh changes in real life situations (the loss of a loved one) and its easier to understand the emotional pain and grief a person feels.

Pretty deep, huh?

I love writing tragedies. They have much more structure than comedies.

And since I'm a lover of tragedies, here comes the next idea.

A werewolf novel: I've probably lost my reader here. Don't give up yet.

Wolves attack a boy and kill him, obviously turning him into one of them, but instead of being human for all of the time except the full moon, he's only allowed to be human when the full moon shines.
The whole story revolves around the girl who is hopelessly in love with him. (Ick, I know. Stay with me.) She's ultimately the reason he died, and he knows this.
The whole story is about how he tricks her into committing suicide.

... And the crowd rejoiced because Lacipyt did not follow the vampire/werewolf love story script of a dumb teenage romance and happily ever after.

Yes, some parts of the second are going to be lovey-dovey. Only because the boy is trying to gain trust.

But don't misunderstand his motives. He definitely wants her to pay for his "demise" which is really just a lycan condition.

And I'm not going to be all Stephanie Meyer about this, meaning over-grown wolves and sparkly vampires with super human strength.

No vampires.

Just normal wolves with the ability to become human on the night of the full moon, and one with a vendetta.

Of course, I love tying in characters that wouldn't be necessary except to create relationships with other characters, thus creating a web of interlocked character relationships.

Like I said in an earlier post, I love Lindqvist.


And anyway, don't expect to see any of these posted on a blog.

I am, after all, interested in a career in writing.

LINDY

I LOVE JOHN AJVIDE LINDQVIST.

THAT IS ALL.

Of COURSE This Would Happen To Me.

MGCCC's website is down, probably due to the enormous amount of people trying to sign up for classes.

I have an English Comp Hybrid paper due at 6:30.

It HAS to be put in the drop box.

And I can't access the drop box.

It's now 5:59.


FUCK.

Haha.

I don't want the people I know at USA to know I'm going to USA until I get there. Does that make sense? I like some of the people I know there, I don't like some of the people I know there.

But none the less, I want to see their faces when I show up. Hopefully they'll be happy, or otherwise, keep their mouths shut.

My god-brother is very happy that I'm going to go there. And for once, I'm happy with wanting to go somewhere in the south. So it's still hot and humid, it's not Mississippi.

And I don't have to pay out of state fees.

Hallelujah.

I think I can handle 6,785 dollars a semester.

There are scholarships and pell grants for that, right?

Loan land, here I come.