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.

SHARKTOPUS

... is the stupidest movie syfy has ever come up with.

I'm so tired of not having a home.

I really want my hair to be (POOF!) natural color again.


No human would ever genetically enhance a shark.

That's like a DUH thing.

Even a fucking retard would not genetically enhance a shark, for two reasons.

1. Sharks are scary enough.
2. You would get eaten.

Thus the logic of NEVER GENETICALLY ENHANCING AN ALREADY BLOOD CRAZY BEAST.
Dude, stop making shark movies.

They suck, and they don't happen.

My Dogs Are Gone.

My dad can't be a decent enough person to take care of them.
And Mom can't-- Not when we' don't have a house.

Which he also wasn't a decent enough person to let us stay in peace.

I'm not going to rant for hours.

I'm going to state the facts, and for once I'm going to run away and cry for a while.

I deserve that right?

So mom had to take the dogs to the humane society today.

And I had to go get my cat and give him to a friend.

He peed all over my back seat.

So now.
I have no dogs.
I have no home.
And I have a car that smells like cat pee.

Goodbye. I'm going to cry now.

Pidgeys--

Are dumb.

Cenedra said it, not me. I like Pidgeot. BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKING FLY BITCH.

But Pidgey...

Yeah... Pidgey's kind of dumb.

I went to Tennessee this weekend with Mom. I went to Nashville. Nashville was cool.

So while all the people on the coast went to New Orleans for voodoo fest I was in Nashville.

Eating at the Wild Horse Saloon.

The only part about Voodoo fest I wish I could have seen was The Airbourne Toxic Event. This wouldn't have been any fun without Boyce though. Shit. Maybe we would have gotten really drunk and kissed.

Maybe that would have been nice.

But I'm glad I didn't go. I'm glad he didn't go. He stayed home to write a philosophy paper and I talked to him about women line dancing (very badly).

We talked about women, repealing the 19th ammendment, and other various jokes about females in general- I think I made the comment that went something like this- "We should just get back in the kitchen and make sandwiches right? When life gives you a dick, suck it."

He laughed at the kitchen part but didn't comment on the dick part.

"I really like Sammiches."

Yeah Boyce, me too.

I also like Mac n Cheese, which you said was your favorite.

We talked about that too. So expect a Mac n Cheese sandwich. Because "Technically that would work."

And if you do ask me out-- I will make you Spaghetti with tomato sauce...
And just a touch of oregano
And a parsley stem.

Not just because Of Montreal wrote it that way.

But because we just like spaghetti.

And oh.
We'll battle.
With PIDGEYS.

Awesome Monday is Awesome.

Oh yes. Those words just happened.

The House of Blue Leaves is OVER.

I didn't go to my 9 o'clock class. I went to the chiropractor instead. I always feel good after getting my back cracked.

Then I get to school, and my 10 o'clock class is CANCELLED. Hell yes? A two hour break this morning.

PLUS, the guy sitting next to me (in the college library) is listening to the CHIPMUNKS... HAHAHA. So we're in college right?

Theatre Appreciation is so much fun. I don't mind going to that class. I sit with Joeken. We make funny comments about Neoclassicism and Postmodernism, and we talk about Equus and make jokes about Pierini's big nose. Well, the big nose part is mostly me and Beth.

Beth and I are really good friends now. We giggle about the stupidest shit, and we're the only two in the virgin club. It's funny that we're like sisters. Our characters hated each other. I've never been in that situation. When I was Bunny and she was Bananas, you'd never guess we were actually really good friends. That's delicious.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

And I'm going to sleep. I'm not going to tutor the kids at Anniston. I'm just going to sleep until my Mom takes me to Olive Garden for dinner.

I watched How to Train Your Dragon last night for the first time. So now, I'm officially in love with the Blockbuster express machine where you rent movies for a dollar a night. It's like the redbox, only a bigger selection. Hiccup was adorable. And Toothless, well, he's not so toothless. Cute.

I should be writing an outline for public speaking.

Then again, I should be dating Boyce Deaton.

But. I'm not.

So why care about anything else?

Awesome Monday really is AWESOME.

Jami's House

At Jami's house, there's no cable.

At Jami's house, there's no internet.

At Jami's house, I'm not terribly bored, I'm actually doing fine with these differences.

At Jami's house, I'm sometimes sad, and feel closed in, but I get it. I don't mind.

At Jami's house, I don't have a bed room.

At Jami's house, I don't even have my own bed, really. I'm sleeping in Cenedra's.

At Jami's house, things are cramped and small, but we all seem to get along.

At Jami's house, we argue a little, but if you want to get mad, you can just go outside.

At Jami's house, there's a trampoline.

At Jami's house, we have enough groceries to feed the starving children of the world.

At Jami's house, it's better than sleeping in my car.

AT JAMI'S HOUSE, IT'S DEFINITELY BETTER THAN SLEEPING IN MY CAR.

Playing catch up

So since it's been a week...
And I like to blog daily...
Well, here's the dl.

Monday: Dad calls me to tell me how disappointed in me he is and how I hurt his feelings.

Tuesday: Better day. Mom and I cleaned up the house and I babysat my cousin Cenedra. We had a lot of fun.

Wednesday: Dr. West went bat shit crazy and determined that we'd have our mid-term Friday with NO REVIEW. Holy shit.

Thursday:

Now here's the real kicker. Thursday I have nothing to do but rehearsal. My plans were to apply for a job at Bed Bath & Beyond so I could save some money. But noooo. At 9:30 in the morning my dad marches in the house and declares he's moving back in. With in 15 minutes his story changed from "you can stay if you want" to "get out."
So now I'm yet again homeless. (luckily my cousin Jami who is Cenedra's mom loves us a lot.)
This just turns more and more into a soap opera every day.

Friday: I failed Dr. West's mid-term. Flat out. Test in World Civ went ok. Skipped Algebra to go have lunch before rehearsal. Pierini is probably going to be playing Billy. Somehow, I'm cool with that. Brett still holds the title of Artie. He's a damn good Artie for a theatre newbie. The kid's just a good actor.

Sat&Sun: Stayed with Mishon. Played a lot of pokemon. Didn't even look at blogger. Too busy relaxing.

And I slept a lot.

I need to sleep more.

God I love to sleep.

It's so delicious.

Fags are not just cigarettes.

Finish your fag.

Hell yes finish your fag, and while you're at it, finish up that douche bag you've got along with it.

I'm tired of your bitchy attitude.

And I know I said no more rants, but I'm pissed beyond pissed.

I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF THIS SHIT.

DO YOU HEAR ME?

SO. FUCKING. TIRED. OF. THIS. SHIT.

So don't call me saying you want me to come see you or that I never invite you to lunch.

Don't expect me to do something for you that I don't do for mom.

You're both equal in my eyes, except when you get all your faggy douchebaggedness in the way.

You act like it's the end of the world that I'm 18 and I don't want to hang with you.

Newsflash. Before you tried to hang yourself I didn't want to hang with you.

I'm a fucking teenager. Duh, my friends are more important to me than you.

And if you don't like that,

I'll go fucking live with TATE.

HATS.

That's what I'm doing.
I'm just making a shit ton of hats.
And writing a monologue for the hell of writing a monologue.

I drove with my liscense suspened today.

amicoolyet?

I'm so tired. It's been a tiring day.

Which is weird because my nine o'clock class was cancelled, so I slept in.

I have to make a CD for Beth now. She reaaallly wants one.

lovelovelovelovelove.

Excuse.

If I don't know you, do not come up and put your arms around my neck like we're BFF's.

This is college.

Act like this is college.

I don't know why that's just now peeving me off, it happened friday, but it's festered all weekend.


I'm not touchy, I'm not feely.

Maybe I was two years ago, but that was when I was 16 and ALLOWED to be. I don't want you hanging on my neck unless:

1. YOU KNOW ME.

2. I know your name.

3. I give you permission.

4. Probably not even then.

So, don't come all up on me if you aren't my boyfriend or a good friend.

And I don't have a boyfriend.

So don't come all up on me unless you're:

Mishon, Tate, Liv (even though she won't, because she doesn't like to.) Nick, Daniel, Beth, Joe, Wes, or Jason.

kthnxbai.

I Can't Drive.

I didn't blog last night. I was having too much fun with Tate. And Liv. And Daniel.

I don't know Daniel's last name, but he's kind of cute. And he's kinda really into Tate. Which I think is cool, because that'd be the bees knees for her.

I really wish they'd get together because they flirt like they should be that way. And it would let me know a little more that people as crazy as me can get boyfriends as crazy as me. Because I sure would like a crazy as me boyfriend. =]

Tate's so awesome. She and Liv took me to The Hooka-Up Cafe. That place is the shit. You walk in and it smells so exotic and tangy and like a million different flavors, and there are indian people dancing on the TV and there are huge Hookas on all the tables with these puffs of water vapor dancing out of everybody's mouth.

Like the caterpillar from Alice and Wonderland.

Ours was Mango and Pina Colada.

Daniel blew smoke rings (or tried to blow smoke rings) out of his mouth and talked with a dumb british accent that the whole table sort of adopted. Tate was a dragon. Liv would fill her mouth with it and ask if she was doing it right. Haha.

We laughed so hard. So so so hard. And we talked about Tate when she gets drunk, and Liv talked about a guy she calls Jesus Christ, which has an Uber awesome story to go behind it.

I'm too busy making new friends to worry about college. I'm passing all my classes, at least, I think. I don't have a reason not to be.


And against my better judgement, I'm doing theatre again. But that just makes me happy. And for awhile, I was having a really hard time being happy.


My liscense got suspended.
Fuck.
I got two tickets that I tried to take care of.
One was an inspection sticker fail, one was "failure to move over."

Let's get one thing straight-
I don't speed. I've had one speeding ticket and learned my lesson.
I used to speed. But I've become more chill lately. Less angry with the world. I'm cool with going the speed limit, enjoying the scenery. Even if it is the same route day after day.

But Lincoln county has nothing better to do than chase poor teenagers off the road and yell at them. Which is indeed what happened when I "failed to move over." He wasn't even after the car in front of me, he was after the one BESIDE ME. Uh, what?

So now. I got the inspection sticker. He said, "send in the receipt, we'll clear the ticket."

Mom put the wrong ticket in the envelope and mailed the failure to move over ticket with the receipt.

So now, 7 months later, I get a letter saying "liscense suspended."

My ticket is $132.something.
I don't have that.
Plus, $25.00 to get my liscense reinstated so I CAN drive again, which doesn't matter, because my car could quit on me any day like it did last Friday.

I guess I should air my bike tires up. That might really help. Not. But I can dream.

But like I said. I'm too busy making new friends to be worried about college. Much less anything else.

Kesha couldn't have said it better.

"Got mah drunk text on, I'll regret it in the mohnin!"

Iduncare 'slong as youduncare. And Ma is going with me.

Mm. This Wahyn is going to be tasty. Sooo tasty. The bottle's so cool looking. Don't you wish you had it? And some Margaritas.

Chips and dip to go with. You dun need a lot of people to party.

Just the bottle and your friends.

Going out with Tate tomorrow.

May not blog.


and oh, my car died this morning.

Little bitch.

Happy Birthday!

If today's your birthday, that is. I don't know anyone who has a birthday today. It's the last day of September though. What's that old poem?

Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November,
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Except the leap year that's the time,
When February's days are twenty-nine.

Or something like that.

The Mississippi Squirrel Revival is on the radio. I'm so excited. And I'm not easily excited over county music.

The day the squirrel went berserk
In the first self-righteous church
In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula
It was a fight for survival
That broke out in revival
They were jumpin' pews and shoutin'
HALLELUJAH!

I'm in a really good mood. I'm in such a good mood that I'm actually going to write a little bit today. A teaser for a new story perhaps. What sounds good? Well, between poetry and a new story, a new story sounds bangin. I'm not so good at the poetry bit.

Keep watching for a bit of creative writing! I'm off to watch Annie and Lucinda (our humming birds) fight over the two feeders. Funny right? There are two feeders and two birds, but they both think they have to fight over BOTH of them. And that's not even mentioning poor Lenard (the male) who gets his little red ass beat every time he lands.

It's like walking into a bar on ladies night.

Mmmm, tasty.

The Killers are delicious like my mom's beef stew.
Brandon Flowers is so yummy, I could eat him for breakfast, if Danielle doesn't get to him first.

They're coming to New Orleans. For Voodoo fest.

For my birthday, for Danielle's birthday.

I'm so excited I can't finish my paper on Equus.

Which, speaking of delicious, is a four course meal. Lemme just clear up some things about Equus.

So Daniel Radcliffe, who also plays Harry Potter, was in the 2008 broadway production of this play. Many people already know there is a scene where he is naked with a horse, many assume that this means he is naked, DOING a horse. Nonononononononono. Radcliffe's character, Alan, is obsessed with horses yes, but he doesn't believe in doing them. He pictures horses as God. He calls this god Equus. The reason he rides the horse naked is because he finds is pure.

Now, the kid is 17 and has no friends.

He blinds six horses because he tries to have sex with this girl in a stable and his horse god can see him.

So, no, he isn't into beastiality. Just crazy into religion.

Mmmm, tasty. Right?

I keep deleting.

I blog when I'm upset. It's like the perfect place to rant your emotions out.
But then I realize that ALL of my blogs are depressing and consist of me ranting. So I delete them... I don't want to be that girl that rants all the time. People will start to say, "Wow, she's really Unhappy. Wow, she just likes to complain." Because I'm not, and I don't.

I'm terribly sorry if you read my blog. Which... I don't think many do. You don't see the happy side of me because I take out stress relief on my blog.

Kind of like right now. The truth is, I can't find a copy of Machinal, which I really wanted to write a play analysis on. So in a few minutes, I'm going to go buy a copy of Equus. Problem solved. I've mever read Equus, so this should be interesting. It's about a boy who falls in love with a horse. I think.
And also, I'm having a fight with Kenny. I don't normally fight with my friends, but I can only take so much like every other human. And after being ignored for over a month, I've had it.

But no more ranting. Or I'll try not to rant. Pinky promise on the TRY part. There might be a few rants because I'm really upset and have no other outlet.

=]

On the flip side, I'm in The House of Blue Leaves.
This play is awesome. It's a farce/dark comedy.
Don't ask how those two can be connected. If you don't understand how awesome this play is, buy it. Read it. Or if you're my friend, come to JD and see it.

I'm Bunny.
She's an ex-porn star, forreal.
Like, that's one big joke throughout the whole play.

Bananas is crazy. But she's crazy in that, dude. I'd love to get in her head way. She's my competition.

Artie is my boyfriend. HE'S MY BOYFRIEND. Even though he's married to Bananas.

What does that tell you about my character? Haha.