Rebel Witch/ I Hate Idiots

Sometimes I just hate people. But who doesn’t? I should make a list of the things idiots do that make me want to spork their eyes out, but it would go on WAY too long. Really, I want to do as many amazing and fun things in my life as I possibly can, and everyone else can just go die in a hole as far as I care. Why shouldn’t I have fun, I’ve only got so much time before I die. So if you think I need to follow rules or be responsible or settle down or take care of other people who can look after themselves, then screw you.

Well, I’ve got that out of the way. But I do want to say that I truly love my friends, who are freaks. Just like me. We love everyone until somebody messes with one of us, then rest assured we will get revenge. Especially if you sit right in front of us in the movie theater and we have food.  Beware…

Left Nineteen Dead, Eight Injured

To start this off, this post has absolutely nothing to do with the title.

I have been trying and trying to organize my stuff, and I can’t get any work done. I need a laptop more than anything else, but who listens to me? Darkblood’s progress is all over the place, mainly due to my erratic ideas. At the moment, I have a few chapters of Darkblood that are being constantly revised, nothing of Rhiara, and three different ongoing sections of Silverblaze, two of these handwritten.

My illustrations have been so erratic. At the moment, they’re shoved in a box under my bed (A scanner and a laminator would be wonderful for me as well). I’ve been trying to do things all at once, but with every interruption I get stopped right in the middle. Art is easy for me, but I have over 200 drawings under my bed right now that need to be revised, edited, redrawn, and colored in. Not to mention that I have so much other stuff to get mixed up with it.  Life is… weird.

Yesterday was irritating, just like my family. I slept in and spent the afternoon reading and playing Gameboy, which was nice. Then my Baba (my dad) offered to take my grocery shopping with him. You’d think it would have been simple, right?

Wrong! First, we went to Costco to get gas. You don’t even know how crowded that place gets on a Saturday afternoon. If Hell exists, it is a crowded public place when you’re in a hurry. Next, we drove into Kirkland. I had brought a Rancid CD, since my iPod doesn’t work in the Saab convertible. The entire time Baba either mocked the songs, argued over the volume level, or complained at the top of his voice. I love the man, but one of these days I’m gonna strangle him.
When we got to the Mediterranean food store, I was starving. It was all I could do not to stand on his head until he bought me lunch. With all the deliciousness around me… yikes!

After that we went to Fred Meyer, where I finally got food. Baba was in a pretty bad mood when he got a call from a client (he’s a contractor) who was supposed to call him hours ago.

We went back to Kirkland, and I was bored for half an hour. Basically, that was it.

What fun…. Now I have to do laundry.

Health

Today I started my first health class of the semester. We watched a video, and all it did was make me want to eat a donut. A-mazing. I do try to be healthy, but I also get an award as The World’s Pickiest Eater Ever. It’s not easy, trust me.

I wish I were a Vampier. The Magyk perfects their appearance, so they stay gorgeous without effort. But it’s nice to write about it, so there you go.

Now I end my Oddly Short Post.

LISTEN already…

One of the things I hate the most is when people assume that you’re “too young” to actually know anything about something. Take, as an example, drugs. If you’ve smoked pot, or had a chance to, and a parent or someone tells you, oh so condescendingly, that you’re “too young” for anything like that, the urge to shout “Of course I do! I can get it, I know what it’s like, I KNOW this all!” You feel, how dare they take you for granted! How dare they treat you like you’re still a child. The needing of it, to shout in their face, to shake them until they really get it, is overwhelming. To be more than they see you as and feel the power of your knowledge and experience slam them back in shock. If you can’t find any respect in people because of what they see you as, don’t change yourself, and strain to conform. Tell them, yell at them, force them to at least know the person you are. To listen, instead of that fake little smile. The smile like, oh, right, of course you are, of course you do.

Vampierae eat and drink like we do, absorbing it all as energy, but to sustain the Magyk, they sometimes take the blood of humans. The dying, the hateful, the condemmed, the deserving. Blood is the essence of how they like. They are strong and fast, overwhelming many at a glimpse, and their minds taste… Of copper.

Dreams

“A dream is a wish your heart makes.”

Is it? Do you ever have dreams where you combine a story or movie plot/characters with you in it? It’s so weird when that happens. Artemis Fowl, The Matrix, Discworld, so many dreams in the same way. It’s like your brain wants to be there and so it makes a whole new world while you sleep. A wish… Maybe. Or a warning. A fear, a longing, an insistent reminder.

Silverblaze has driven Dymolys (her human friend and crush) away for his betrayal. At times like this, when I write, things just happen by themselves. The story takes on a life of its own and advances from tale to a new world, a dream land.

And now, a poem.

Counting down look up, the time is running running away

Slipping, slipping, down an endless murky drain, a drain

The time is ticking, ticking past to fast to catch, to catch

now who knows where I’ll end up at the death of this red twilight, the light

reaching out to anyone, to you, to him, undecided so neither looks

and without either of you I’ll lose my grip and drift, my memories are all of me

don’t you remember to trust me and to think the best of a lonely girl

asking you to take her hand, to be her friend, to dream and dance with me

to dream and dance and laugh and cry and hold and sigh and maybe

to love