Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Na no da!

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Time: 11:04 Music: Still on Your Side By: BBMak Mood: Thoughtful Past Memories The sky once blue Is covered in grey clouds Bringing small droplets of cold rain Trees, they sway in the wind Here I sit in front of my laptop A hot cup of tea steaming next to me Enjoying the gloomy weather I love it This is the weather that makes me stay in bed Sleeping Holding on to the dreams that make me happy I love that too The current object of my affection Is in fact nothing tangible Just the memories I have with you Created in my head Perhaps they aren’t true Still, I love them the same Time holds no grudges But nevertheless I hold grudges against time When the day comes I know the memory of you is always there Waiting I love that most of all Gloomy weather is good for something. Did you know that? For what you might say? Rain! Inspiration is a silly thing to let pass by, and for that very reason, I have gained access to a story in my head that has been lodged in between a rock and my imagination. The poem above is the first of it. Hopefully I can get all of the details worked out this week and have a hard outline to work with. One day I wouldn’t mind making it onto a manga, though I don’t really have the art skills to do so. It’s a solid story, and I’ll try to run with it. So there’s a little sneak peak on Past Memories. Siris: Am I in it? Definitely *pause* not. Siris: How nice of you. *turns to walk away* *glomptackle* Just joking, will see, ne? I’ve been waiting for inspiration for a few weeks now, though, it more of discovery and understanding. When I write a story or fanfiction it always has something to do with my life or something I’ve learned. As lame as that might sound, it helps me get through this crummy life of mine. And no, I don’t need such comments as, ‘That’s not true’…et cetera, et cetera. Something about me: I love to understand the workings of the human mind, and ways to use that knowledge to my advantage. And yet, I have no desire to pursue such a career professionally. I don’t talk a lot about me or my past because I feel that people will use that against me or something. I wouldn’t say it’s a fear as I fear things far worse, but my mind works on so many levels that most people wouldn’t understand, save a select few. In fact, writing this is not difficult, per se, just bothersome. So, that’s a little peak inside what I think. Yesterday, meaning Monday, January 16, 2006, I had my first sleepover at my house here in San Antonio. I must stay that it was quite enjoyable. My friends are awesome, and they make me laugh so what gets better than that. Let’s see, it all started with Seth, Sethos, and myself pulling a small prank on dear Maki. Seth hid in the closet with a white mask on and a wig that resembled Sadako, and Sethos was under the bed. I told Maki that she was the first to arrive and that the others would be arriving a bit late. So as we enter my room, *cue creepy grudge noise*, Maki’s all WTF; quite fun. Afterward we hung out, watched porn, and did other various teenage activities. Siris: I don’t remember porn. So we didn’t watch porn, that’s a different occasion. Siris: Um, I’m going to raid the fridge. *scoots away in rolly chair* Don’t touch my weenies! Well, that was awkward. Rawr, I have to return to school today. Yay for taking speech. I hate speeches, but it’ll be out of the way possibly allowing me to graduate at an earlier date. If I really think about it, there’s nothing I looked forward to seeing at this sorry ass school everyday, except seeing the few people that do not annoy the crap out of me. I loathe everything about this prison of a school. If only I had an enchilada. *sigh* *walks off in search of enchiladas* Bakura beam!

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