Sunday, December 26, 2010

I haven't blogged in like forever, so here's an update..

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:
Ugly Girl
The Monkey Song
Orson Brawl
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.

So if you want to inspire me, send me an email:

I think that's about all for the night.. I'll try to post more often.

Peace and Love.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

One more.

Agatha/Sophia Henderson

more characters.

Braxton James and Maddox John Vivaldi
(identical twins) 

Note: I do not own this picture.

my characters (so far)

                                                             Joshua Thomas Vivaldi

Elizabeth Anne Henderson-Vivaldi

Amelie Claire Vivaldi

Elizabeth Michelle Vivaldi



                                                             Robert Michael Henderson

Note: I do not own any of these pictures. If you own these pictures and want them taken down, email me and I will make sure that they are.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

"I was there"

This is the poem that I am thinking about using as Josh's final message to his wife. Comments anyone?
"I was there"

I was there when you needed me
I picked you up and carried you home
  brushing away the tears as we went.

"I'm scared," you whispered
I couldn't help but smile, gently kissing
  the tears away.

"I'll never let you go," I said as
  the light faded from your eyes.

I laid you down, beneath the tree
  in the cold earth, forever more.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Random side taking over me.

I decided today that I wanted to write a poem.. so here it is. Enjoy!

I love you
  though I don't always show it.
I love you
  though you don't always know it.
I love you
  no matter what happens.
    No matter where we go,
    what we do,
    who we end up with;
      I love you.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Some notes, for those who are intrested.

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

Fits perfectly..

"I was Broken"
Robert Pattinson/Marcus Foster

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.

More lyrics:

Q and A

I'm doing this for all my friends who are always asking questions about my novel.. If you have a question, leave a comment and I will get back to you..


Wednesday, February 24, 2010

my novel. about page 42.

January 1st

Dear Diary,

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.

I have to do this for myself.



Tuesday, February 23, 2010

i like this song..

I was listening to this song on the way home today and I like the words.. I know where the ideas from this song will fit into the story, but I don't want to say anything yet..

"My Immortal"

I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

'Cause your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase


When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have

All of me

You used to captivate me

By your resonating light

Now I'm bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts

My once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away

All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase


I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

But though you're still with me

I've been alone all along



Wednesday, February 17, 2010


Here's the source for my last post:

Federico García Lorca (1898 - 1936)


Julio de 1920

(Fuente Vaqueros, Granada)

Viento del Sur,
moreno, ardiente,
llegas sobre mi carne,
trayéndome semilla
de brillantes
miradas, empapado
de azahares.

Pones roja la luna
y sollozantes
los álamos cautivos, pero vienes
¡demasiado tarde!
¡Ya he enrollado la noche de mi cuento
en el estante!

Sin ningún viento,
¡hazme caso!,
gira, corazón;
gira, corazón.

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!
Pero vienes
demasiado tarde.
Mi almario está musgoso
y he perdido la llave.

Sin ningún viento,
¡hazme caso!
gira, corazón;
gira, corazón.

Brisas, gnomos y vientos
de ninguna parte.
Mosquitos de la rosa
de pétalos pirámides.
Alisios destetados
entre los rudos árboles,
flautas en la tormenta,
Tiene recias cadenas
mi recuerdo,
y está cautiva el ave
que dibuja con trinos
la tarde.

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.
¡hazme caso!
gira, corazón;
gira, corazón.

Translated version to come later.

I like how I wrote this..


“Someone help!” I heard a voice say before my eyes even opened.

“Josh?” my grandmother said. “Josh, my angel, please open your eyes.”

I wanted to obey my grandmother’s command, but I could not find the strength to open my eyes; the darkness was closing in on me; I was going to die on my wedding day.

I sucked in a deep breath as I willed my eyes to open.

“Elizabeth! Elizabeth, please wake up!”I heard someone say over and over again as I tried to fight the dark death that was slowly taking over my body.

Music recommendation..

I love this band named Florence and the Machine.. They are a band from London, UK..
Their website is if you want to give them a listen..
Peace and Love.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

new post..

I'm in love with this poem..

The Lady of Shalott

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

And thro' the field the road runs by

To many-tower'd Camelot;

And up and down the people go,

Gazing where the lilies blow

Round an island there below,

The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

Little breezes dusk and shiver

Through the wave that runs for ever

By the island in the river

Flowing down to Camelot.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers,

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle imbowers

The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd,

Slide the heavy barges trail'd

By slow horses; and unhail'd

The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd

Skimming down to Camelot:

But who hath seen her wave her hand?

Or at the casement seen her stand?

Or is she known in all the land,

The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early,

In among the bearded barley

Hear a song that echoes cheerly

From the river winding clearly;

Down to tower'd Camelot;

And by the moon the reaper weary,

Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy

Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day

A magic web with colours gay.

She has heard a whisper say,

A curse is on her if she stay

To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be,

And so she weaveth steadily,

And little other care hath she,

The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear

That hangs before her all the year,

Shadows of the world appear.

There she sees the highway near

Winding down to Camelot;

There the river eddy whirls,

And there the surly village churls,

And the red cloaks of market girls

Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,

An abbot on an ambling pad,

Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,

Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad

Goes by to tower'd Camelot;

And sometimes through the mirror blue

The knights come riding two and two.

She hath no loyal Knight and true,

The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights

To weave the mirror's magic sights,

For often through the silent nights

A funeral, with plumes and lights

And music, went to Camelot;

Or when the Moon was overhead,

Came two young lovers lately wed.

"I am half sick of shadows," said

The Lady of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

He rode between the barley sheaves,

The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,

And flamed upon the brazen greaves

Of bold Sir Lancelot.

A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd

To a lady in his shield,

That sparkled on the yellow field,

Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,

Like to some branch of stars we see

Hung in the golden Galaxy.

The bridle bells rang merrily

As he rode down to Camelot:

And from his blazon'd baldric slung

A mighty silver bugle hung,

And as he rode his armor rung

Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather

Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,

The helmet and the helmet-feather

Burn'd like one burning flame together,

As he rode down to Camelot.

As often thro' the purple night,

Below the starry clusters bright,

Some bearded meteor, burning bright,

Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;

On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;

From underneath his helmet flow'd

His coal-black curls as on he rode,

As he rode down to Camelot.

From the bank and from the river

He flashed into the crystal mirror,

"Tirra lirra," by the river

Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,

She made three paces through the room,

She saw the water-lily bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

She look'd down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;

The mirror crack'd from side to side;

"The curse is come upon me," cried

The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,

The pale yellow woods were waning,

The broad stream in his banks complaining.

Heavily the low sky raining

Over tower'd Camelot;

Down she came and found a boat

Beneath a willow left afloat,

And around about the prow she wrote

The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse

Like some bold seer in a trance,

Seeing all his own mischance --

With a glassy countenance

Did she look to Camelot.

And at the closing of the day

She loosed the chain, and down she lay;

The broad stream bore her far away,

The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white

That loosely flew to left and right --

The leaves upon her falling light --

Thro' the noises of the night,

She floated down to Camelot:

And as the boat-head wound along

The willowy hills and fields among,

They heard her singing her last song,

The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,

Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,

Till her blood was frozen slowly,

And her eyes were darkened wholly,

Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.

For ere she reach'd upon the tide

The first house by the water-side,

Singing in her song she died,

The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,

By garden-wall and gallery,

A gleaming shape she floated by,

Dead-pale between the houses high,

Silent into Camelot.

Out upon the wharfs they came,

Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,

And around the prow they read her name,

The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?

And in the lighted palace near

Died the sound of royal cheer;

And they crossed themselves for fear,

All the Knights at Camelot;

But Lancelot mused a little space

He said, "She has a lovely face;

God in his mercy lend her grace,

The Lady of Shalott."


Wednesday, January 20, 2010

New year.. New Perspectives

I had a dream last night and I think that I might try to use the ideas and change my novel up..

This is just an idea though and I have no idea if I will act upon it..

Check back later for new posts about the new ideas..

Love ya'll!