Vegas is bloody amazing!
July 12, 2008
Ahhh… Las Vegas. There is crime, scandals, drugs, and booze… and yet I love it! Mostly, it’s the weather, which is weird but hot. Last night, it rained (apparently for the first time in months) just because rain loves us Seattle-ites.
My Grandma Shelley, Mom, and I just got back from getting pedicures. The first time around, I stepped on my own foot and ruined it getting out of the chair. Oops! But my toes are now a lovely shade of deep blue, so all’s well that end’s well- except for the guy that I annoyed my making him redo my toes. Oh, well.
We got out of the salon and poof! It was sunny all of a sudden! Who knew? I was watching lightning out of my window last night, and now it’s over 100 degrees. Crazy, but there you go. Anyway, I love the cacti, so that makes up for the storm.
We’re going to a luau tonigh, and that means I got a new outfit this morning. But that also means that I can’t write any more, because my mother is hollering at me to get off the computer and take a shower. I’m off, so, your good health.
On Vacation- Finally!
July 12, 2008
Hi to all my nonexistent readers and all my nosy family. I’ve been gone a while, so here’s an update:
School’s out- duh- and my mom, bros and I are currently in Las Vegas on a two-and-a-half-week road trip. Just yesterday we finished our three nights and two days stay in Berkley. We just arrived here in Vegas, at my grandparents’ house tonight at about seven. I think tomorrow we’re going to stay in Henderson and my mom, my grandma Shelley and I are going to shop around and get a spa day, pedicures and everything.
This trip’s been great so far, even with my little brothers here (and one of them with a broken leg!). I adore road trips and traveling, so getting to go to Berkley and San Francisco for the first time and seeing Las Vegas again rocks. 95 to 100 degree weather, lots of cute California and Vegas lads, and shopping and/or sightseeing.
I think I’ve figured out how to get pictures on these posts, but I need to be on my home computer to get them on, so not for a while.
I have a great new design for the demon-god Liato in Darkblood and Silverblaze, very creepy and morbid (which is what I was aiming for). However, we need a scanner at home before I can post any sketches, so nothing doing yet.
I’m listening to this amazingly funny book on my iPod. It’s by Carl Hiassen, titled Lamb: The Gospel According To Biff, Christ’s Childhood Friend. Definitely one of the funniest books I’ve ever read- well, heard.
I suppose thu-thu-thu-that’s all, folks.
Dreams
February 2, 2008
“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
My Thoughts On Music
January 28, 2008
Darkblood isn’t only a bloodsucking immortal teenager. She’s a singer/songwriter. (Um, no, not like me at all!) She runs a record company called Shadefang Records. Heh heh. Get it? Her and the Pack stage as a band called Bread&Butterflies.
But anyway, music is a gigantic part of life. I, personally, would DIE if I were blind, w/out being to see the world. I would die if I were mute, w/out being able to sing and talk. But mostly, I would die if I were deaf. Not to be able to hear ANYTHING? Who could live with that? I suppose if you were born like that, it wouldn’t be quite as bad, because then you wouldn’t know what you were missing. You would know you were missing someting good, but not what it’s like. But to hear, and then… nothing? I would honestly kill myself if i were deprived of such an incredibly vital sense. What is life without sound, and what is senseless noise w/out a tune?
That was my rant. Now for Ongoing News! Right now, my three favorite songs that I’ve just listened to are Getting Away With Murder by Papa Roach, Emotionless by Good Charlotte, and The Day That I Die by Good Charlotte. I know, I know, very emo. Although I listen to so many different styles that you can’t define me.
Here are the lyrics to The Day That I Die:
One day I woke up
I woke up knowing
Today is the day
I will die
Cashdogg was barking
Went to the park and enjoyed it one last time
I called my mother, told her I loved her
And I begged her not to cry
I wrote a letter
I said I’d miss her
And I signed that Goodbye
[Chorus:]
You know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life
Is the day that I die
Can you feel the cold tonight (the day that I die)
It sets in, but it’s alright (the day that I die)
Darkness falls, I’m letting go (the day that I die)
All alone but I feel fine
We took a drive and we drove through D.C.
To see the places we lived, long conversations
We talked of old friends and all the things that we did
The summer nights
Drunken fights
Mistakes we made
Did we live it right
[Chorus:]
You know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life
Is the day that I die
Can you feel the cold tonight? (the day that I die)
It sets in, but it’s alright (the day that I die)
Darkness falls, I’m letting go (the day that I die)
All alone but I feel just fine
[Chorus:]
You know the happiest day of my life
I know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life
Is the day that I die
Can you feel the cold tonight? (the day that I die)
It sets in, but it’s alright (the day that I die)
Darkness falls, I’m letting go (the day that I die)
All alone but I feel fine
Did I live it right, I hope I lived it right, (the day that I die)
Did I live it right? (the day that I die)
Did I live it right, I hope I lived it right, (the day that I die)
I know I lived it right
And then it has this bouncy tune. But it’s sad… Well, if i ever sing for real (and I’m not bad) then I will call my first album Darkblood. Devils, Demons, call them what you will, but all it takes is a dark sense of humor, plenty of cynicism, a great deal of self-intrest, quite a bit of evil, and a ruby Gem. Musical talent is always a bonus.
If you like that kind of thing.
Stay Away- Poem
January 25, 2008
stick to the shadows
don’t look up
stay away from me and my life
i told you once
so never again
get out
please just leave
you remind me too much
of a time
a time where i
i was happy
blissfully joyful
unaware of what was happening
so
stick to the shadows
don’t look up
stay away from me and my life
oh no i wish
i wish
so much
to feel that way
just once more
Helpless
January 25, 2008
i look up at him, tilting my head and wanting so much for him to look at me. i lift the mike slowly to my lips and begin
“save me from liars. cheats and frauds”
i lower it for a second and whisper in a pleading voice please look at me then i sing again
“but- don’t save me from you. save me from a world i don’t understand still but don’t save me from the only good kind of pain i have”
i turn to the crowd and raise my voice in a strength i don’t feel
“i told you once and i will again and i love you so much that i never wanna see you again dearest know this that the only way ill last. ill leave i swear just”
i scream the last words as the crowd rises and starts to stomp and sway to the tune i wrote and now i sing for anger
“look at me again, like you did when we were friends why cant you get why i do this im torn in two and cant help that i still love you
telling you i still love you
just listen in that way you do so well you will forget me once im gone
for a few aching years”
my voice drops so low that no one speaks now, so that i can be heard. i look at him over my shoulder with glistening eyes but my tears wont be seen by him
“isn’t that what you said? then when you come back to me
it was what, maybe a few short weeks but-
it still hurt just as much and you were right ill never find the guy that i thought i hoped that you might be but who said love was easy”
now i know that im never going to love him more than i do right now as i murmur
“some things can last forever and even though they’ll always change we wont be one of them but for now just remember that im totally helpless when you’ve got me safe in your arms this is my love song asking you to hold me safe in your arms and either way we both know that ill always be helpless for you”
then i walk offstage and surrender to the screaming people while the only person in the room takes a step towards where i was and looks stunned
while i dance with my new best friends
