I know it's been a while since I've been on, so here's a update on what's been up.
First off. I'm offically a SENIOR in college!! I can't believe it. It seems like I just started, but then I look back and realize that I have been in college for over 4 years!! I really have no idea what I would like to do with my life once I'm out of college. I think I may like to go back to school and get my master's degree; maybe I'll major in film or something. But like I said, I still have no idea about what I want to do.
Secondly. I have a new favorite band. 100 Monkeys.
These guys are absolutely crazy but they always put on a great show! (And yes, my dear readers, the guy in the middle is Jackson Rathbone aka Jasper from Twilight.) The shows always are awesome and the guys bring a lot of energy to the stage, which makes the shows all the more awesome.
Not at lot of people know about these guys and most people I talk to are surprised that Jackson is in fact in a band (and the fact that he can play all sorts of instruments). The music they play is different, which is one reason why I love these guys (I've been known to listen to all kinds of music). The other reason why I love these guys is because they are all very sweet; I've had the chance to have short conversations which each of the guys and they were very friendly.
Ben G and I after a show in Baton Rouge
Jackson and I after a show in Baton Rouge
Here's my top 5 favorite 100 Monkeys songs:
The Monkey Song
Wings on Fire
Third and final thing. I'm not writing as much as I used to. I don't if I just have terrible writer's block or maybe I'm just lazy, but I haven't worked on anything new since school has let out for the semester. I need some inspiration I guess.
There are six types of vampires: 1. Traditional 2. Daywalker 3. Noble 4. Older 5. Feral 6. Lonely
Characters to keep track of in my novel: Elizabeth Henderson-Vivaldi Joshua Vivaldi Amelie Vivaldi Elizabeth Vivaldi Robert Henderson Agatha/Sophia Henderson Lilly Henderson-James Chelsea James Tyler Henderson Abigail Little Charles Little Chole (Johnson) Claire Smith
I was alone I was tired but now im bound My head is off the ground For a long time I was so weary Tired of the sound,I've heard before Knowing of the nights im out the door Haunted by the things i've made Stuck between the burning light and the dusty shade
Said I used to think the past was dead and gone But I was wrong, so wrong Whatever makes you blind must make you strong,make you strong In my time I've melted into many forms From the day that I was born,I know that there is no place to hide Stuck between the burning shade and the fading light
I was broken for a long time But it's over now Said I was broken for a long time But it's over now
Yes and you, yeah well you walk these lonely streets that people send, people send There are some wounds that just can't mend And I do pretend Now I'm free from all the things that take my friends And I will stand here till the end Now I know I can take the moon Stuck between the burning shade and the faded light
I was broken for a long time But it's over now, it's over now Mm it's over now, now, now It's over now, it's over now. It's over now, now
Said I was broken for a long time But it's over, but it's over But it's over, but it's over But it's over, but it's over But it's over now, now, now, now But it's over, love is over But it's over now But it's over, love is over But it's over now, now, now I was broken for a long time now But it's over, but it's over now yeah Over now, it's all over, it's over now.
I have decided that love is such a stupid thing. I have also decided that the feelings I have been feeling towards Josh since he left are stupid; how could I have mistake them for love? Besides that, what made me think that Josh could ever love me? What was I thinking? I shouldn’t even think about the word love when I think about Josh, since we just met, but I can’t help it. When I close my eyes, I see his face; it is if his face is a burned image on my brain.
I have got to stop thinking about him. I am making a promise to myself that I will not think about Josh; more than that, I will forget all about Josh, forever.
Viento del Sur,
llegas sobre mi carne,
Pones roja la luna
los álamos cautivos, pero vienes
¡demasiado tarde! ¡Ya he enrollado la noche de mi cuento
en el estante!
Sin ningún viento,
Aire del Norte,
¡oso blanco del viento!
Llegas sobre mi carne
tembloroso de auroras
con tu capa de espectros
y riyéndote a gritos del Dante.
¡Oh pulidor de estrellas!
Mi almario está musgoso
y he perdido la llave.
Sin ningún viento,
Brisas, gnomos y vientos
de ninguna parte.
Mosquitos de la rosa
de pétalos pirámides.
entre los rudos árboles,
flautas en la tormenta,
Tiene recias cadenas
y está cautiva el ave
que dibuja con trinos
Las cosas que se van no vuelven nunca,
todo el mundo lo sabe,
y entre el claro gentío de los vientos
es inútil quejarse.
¿Verdad, chopo, maestro de la brisa?
¡Es inútil quejarse!
Sin ningún viento.