Thursday, January 31, 2008

Report
Well I finished my 10 page murder mystery. No name for it yet but I'm trying best I can. Huge plot twist in it and if it wasn't so big I'd let anyone who wanted to see it, see it.

Well...No practice today. They wasted my time. I just stood up there for about thirty minutes waiting for practice and they said it was too windy. Jeez.

I'm going to take a picture soon of me fitting my "Paint It Black" themed site. Long sleeve tan shirt, short sleeve black shirt over it, thick rimmed emo glasses (Which I think are cool) black pants. :3 I think it would look cool.
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Sunday, January 27, 2008

Revised: Site.
Decided to do a little site fixing. I heard Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones so I figured I'll use it. If you can't read the text of this...Highlight it. Don't like my site? Too bad.

I stayed up all night with my friends playing Halo 3 here at my house cutting heads, shoot aliens, and blasting brains with futuristic guns. Surprisingly after I took a nap earlier today, I'm not that sleepy anymore.

Well I broke up with Tayvee in the most hurtful of manners: In front of God and everyone she loves watching. I told her "You'll be lucky to even get a passing glance and a smile at me. And that's my usual conversation with normal people."

For some reason I've been feeling cold and alone lately. I guess after finding out she lied it made me realize that I hardly talk to anyone, I let them talk to me before I them.

Well I got signed up for baseball and only about 5 of the like twenty people would stick up/not mess with me out of all of them that joined. I'll probably be outfield considdering my throwing arm.

The reason it says "To not freeze" on Goals, it's like a metaphor. I'm cold and alone. I guess it would mean being frozen would be to always be alone. But I truely have been feeling litterally cold and alone lately. Weird. It just feels like I can't talk to anyone anymore...Well not since I said something to Aps.

And by the way: Memories aren't always fond. They sometimes are out to get you and make you suffer.
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Thursday, January 24, 2008

Salt In the Wound
Apparently from what school records and EVERYONE but Tayvee and her best friend say...She is 13. So now I'm very pissed. She keeps saying she is 14 and apparently has a "birth certificate" saying she is and I'm going to find out. I have been lied to and humiliated for the last goddamn time and I'm sick and tired of it. If she's 13, I'll drop her like a hot potato and acted as if nothing happened. If 14, (Which is like 5% likely that she is out of 95% saying she is 13) I'll stay with her.
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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Do Boys Have A Sweet Sixteen? x3!
Happy birthday. It's been 365 days and it's finally here (yes it just passed 11:59 here) 16 years old, got a girlfriend, pissin' people off and making them blow up in their own faces, got a 90 something on my practice state test (Really big test) got a 3/4 on my Essay for it. Things are a lookin' up. (Oh and btw, yeah Tayvee is the girlfriend, she's fourteen so it's all good, just didn't want to go out with a girl who is too young like 13 or 12.)
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Wednesday, January 2, 2008

"Let There Be Light..!"
Well I got Keller, (Because I kinda cheated...I messed up on purpose on Carter, that and I didnt want to be near the Tasha in my grade.) So I'm the only one that lives in the play. I got a few things for X-mas, a white Hurley jacket, a Wii, going to get a Moto Rzer for my birthday. Whoo 16. I decided to get T a gift so I bought her a little singing reindeer with a gift in it's hands and I bought an eternity pendant which is a necklace that has gems made into a circle and it's on a silver chain. It's just cubic zerconia but still. She said she likes it so I'm glad. I talked to her yesterday and she didn't seem to happy to talk to me so I'll just hang back for now.
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Sunday, December 16, 2007

That's All She Wrote Folks
Play's over, just finished and I'm beat...I got quite a few laughs for being who I was (Ze old pervert x3) I got praises and "Good jobs" and I saw Seraphie. For some reason I feel like I can't call her my friend or fellow actress (She graduated last year) She said she was happy to see everyone and I hugged her. Alot of the kids at school watched, so I figured tomorrow I'm gunna get comments and disses.

Friday I had our final rehearsal and the director said "All who are wanting to act in One Act, sit at this table." Me, Ken, Kalli, Stan, Megan, Tasha (My age Tasha) all sat down, no one else. Everyone else didnt want to do it or wanted to do tech. So, from lack of people, no Great Choice, and lack of people, no (Cant remember the name). So we were chosen for "The Legacy" I'll give and update on what it's about when I get a script. He even said "Wow, all the people who sat down were the people who I type casted!" I know two things.
One: Needs extreme emotional value being such a big drama it is and very tragic.
Two: There are two couples. (Probably Me and Megan as one, and Stan and Kalli the other one) then there is a real estate salesman who snoops about (Ken) and a sister who is the "master-mind" on some plot (Tasha) probably how it's going to work.

Well Me and Megan as the second couple who comes in and we are murdered by the first couple. That's all I'm going to say. ;3 Have fun.

~RW
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Relinquish

.:Reowar:. re·lin·quish 1.To retire from; give up or abandon. 2.To put aside or desist from (something practiced, professed, or intended). 3.To let go; surrender. 4.To cease holding physically; release: relinquish a grip now then. Trivia question...Which am i choosing when i put this on my post? 1, 2, 3, or 4? Take a guess. Well, I wrote Ashley a note saying "Yeah, I LIKED your sister. Until i took into consideration that I'm not good enough for her. So, I bet you'll show this to someone or tell someone but I just feel like i dont care anymore. I give up. No more. And if she ever--even though i highly doubt it-- says "Hey i wonder why Matt doesnt write me notes anymore.." Just tell her forget about me or dont worry about it." I gave T a note saying "I dont need help anymore, your sister Ashley helped me. I didnt take offense, I just didnt want YOU getting the wrong impression. And as for help. I dont need anyone's help." ~RW

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Response Letter From T

.:Reowar:. Well I have got a response from T here in my lap. And here's what it reads: Hey. Well the (almost vampire bite) thing was a little weired. I can't stay after school today. I have to go home. You can get to know me. But don't get the wrong impression. Don't take offense in that please. Your pretty cool though. Sorry can't stay after school. Please don't do the whole vampire thing. No joke I love the mythical theories and research of vampires ok. But what do you need my help on. I'm here for anything. I do like the necklace. But idk if I can keep it. I dont mean this note in a harsh way. If it is to you let me know. It felt harsh. And worse when her sister Ashley told me "Oh yeah, she's got this thing for (A junior) and she can't get him. I keep trying to tell her. And then I have to write a note to H saying "Oh no you still have a chance at her! Dont give up!" " So...I feel bad...Lesse...Ashley asked me, Megan asked me, and H asked me "So...You wrote her a note...You like her eh?" I was like "MUTHA--!!" I said no each time because it seems like i should really give up now. So...I dont know anymore. ~RW

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Monday, November 26, 2007

Requested Poem For Sam: Our Love

.:Reowar:. ~Turn. Spin. Step and twirl. There we dance our endless waltz. ~Our feet glide along the grass and step without any faults. ~I can see your eyes staring so deep into mine. ~The love, the passion, the lust. O how divine. ~Your lips a crimson red, just as a rose. ~The flower you portray. The way you act, you walk, you stand, you pose. ~I can feel your heads sweet touch and caress. ~And I hold you close to me, with you in that sweet silk dress. ~Our romance is that only comparable to the bliss of the heavens gates. ~As I see your bueaty, your personality--They are a perfect pair, matches, mates. ~Feel the passion in me--burning in my chest. ~This bond we share is envied by all the rest. ~You make me feel like I am something of worth. ~If I could have something to give you, it would be this great wide earth. ~My lips touch yours and I can see your angel face. ~I feel like I was just taken away to the most wonderful of place. ~You whisper in my ear, "I love you." ~As I hold you tight, I whisper, "And I you too." Well took me about 15 minutes but I finally got it. And I didnt even have inspiration for this one like I usually do. Comment please and tell me what you thought. ~RW

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.:Reowar:. Today is my last day of break and...Since someone asked, I might as well tell you the story of Jess. Some know some dont. I just moved to a new school, and I was picked on (like always) and one day, about the fifth day a girl told the others to stop, that it wasnt funny picking on someone. Her name was Jess. Well, Jess and I became good friends, and soon, BEST friends. And then she finally said one day "Matt...I-I'm in love with you ok?!" And ran home. Anyways, I didnt know what to do. So...I thought about it long, and for hours upon hours, until a day or two later I approached her boasting and feeling like a king and said "Jess, I love you too" and smiled, beaming. She said "Oh...Uhm...yeah about that, I dont love you anymore, I'm in love with someone else now." I was heartbroken, torn to bits, shreds. Well, I attempted suicide the next day, and about a month later...We moved. I never heard from her again. It still hurts remembering her and what she did. Because as a first love, and first break down from love...It hurt. Next time I'll probably be tell you all the story of "April". But..We'll see guys. ~RW

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