So, I'm currently at my grandparent's restaurant, completely bored out of my mind. Despite the fact, I have come to the realization that the two sides of my family with never reconcile (as the tension is many between my mother, step-father, and biological father) and hence, most likely will never be in the same room for more than a few passing minutes if either can help it. It would be more out of polite courtesy for them to stay.
I used some white out, to make a smiley on my big toe. It doesn't look too happy, and I don't think I would either if some idiot adolescent painted me either with some concentrated "erase-your-mistake" serum. Perhaps if it were a serum that erases mistakes that I made in my life, then I would be interested (i.e. ever wearing this stupid dress pants) .
However, it's not dress pants I would really waste my precious sermon on. It would be a mistake in a friendship to someone. I would have realized that I should have let it go when it was crashing, instead (and perhaps very stubbornly) I charged ahead and dragged it through. (I guess my tears put out the flames) I don't know, it's nothing I could say, other than it's somewhat like that Miley Cyrus's song "7 Things"; seven things I hate about you, seven things I love about you.
That's what I get for being so...me. Sometimes you really have to sit down, and realize that there are some things you can't fix and no matter how much you try...it doesn't work. So I say that I want to take it back, all my time and energy, but I don't. I don't regret knowing the person. I just regret our actions, as we've hurt each other, and though we may put of the facade of resilence well, there's alot of hurt underneath it. It takes a special person to see it, and accept you despite it.
Life sucks. Love sucks. My love goes to my family and friends of course. Someone the other day told me I was...I don't remember the word. But it meant I acknowledge there might be an entity such as God existing, but I'm not sure of it. Ha, funny. Person didn't know the first thing about me. I don't know anything about them. I am sad for them, and myself.
Wow, I feel very numb to things. I am saddened at this point in my life. I am disappointed with it really.
Pictured is a model I feel best describes Victoria in essence:
Description: She stands five-five, five nine with heels on. She has hazel-colored eyes framed by long, raven lashes, small nose, and rose-petal colored lips. Her hair falls to the middle of her back in long, obsidian locks. Her neck is long and graceful, womanly shoulders, long arms brimmed with delicate muscles, long, dainty fingers. Perfect posture, large perky breasts, smooth, flat stomach, round hips, long legs. Bronze skin.
MORE INFORMATION TO COME SOON.
For lack of a better picture, V, the French lover. Unfortunately, I could not get a picture the way I would exactly like him, but Orlando Bloom is close enough. DETAILS OF CHARACTER TO BE ADDED SOON.
Prototype for Alexander. No offense to Keanu Reeves, but he is not exactly the successful husband type. He's the angsty, loner type of unexpected lover. Unfortunately, he does not fit my needs for Alexander, but he is very sexy.
I have been working on an experimental novel called Dulcet Blues. I would rather not write too much about it and doom it, however, the entire first part is complete. It is the story of a woman on the road to self-discovery. I do not want to say too much to give the story away, but I will however be looking for pictures of celebrities I think would best fit the characters shoes, so you have a pretty good idea of them...
Who am I kidding? I will post the prologue on here, give you a taste of the plot. The jagged, hurried, and grammatically incorrect format is intented to get you in the jumbled mindset of Victoria Montague, wife to Alexander Montague of Montague Interprise.
Link shall be provide in "News" section.
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i never realized how much work it is to keep up with a blog. honestly, this is the most i've ever kept up with a "journal", and more than that, it's...odd that i'm posting inner-most things on the internet. god, that's so...so...hypocritical of me. i believe things like this should remain private...but i would like to relate to others. besides, i want people to find something to relate to when they find me or themselves.
i've personally been through alot of things. i rather not talk about them, because somethings remain very much private. and somethings i've seen and done and heard are to remain private.
i am blessed to have friends who understand me, including my loving boyfriend, which means yes, i'm taken. dillon [my babe], will [my best friend], kelsey [my sister], among others keep pushing and inspiring me to follow my dreams. although most times i have to be an ass to get them to follow their dreams.
sometimes, being this great is alot of work. nah, i think i'm pretty average.
i know, i know, this is short, but well, i better get off before my parents come home. (mum's in the hospital at the moment.)
first entry:there is nothing like the first time; I’d rather it be with you
happy [belated] valentine’s day. I hope you all got to spend it with someone you love. in celebration to that, i was hoping to post something creative to celebrate. whether it is a poem or a short prose piece. in the end, i began to develop a piece of work that i think will turn into a novella of some sort. i have nothing planned besides the names of the main characters, and possibly part of the plot. it would be hard to describe some of the eccentric characters; as such i think it’s only best that i draw my characters. hopefully, i can get the pictures of them up soon. so far i have the main pairing, valentine and evelyn…[if i keep the name of the girl as that].
needless to say, more information on that shall be posted in the ‘news’ section.
right now, i’m digging some serious breaking benjamin to get my writing juice pumped up. it’s slightly working, although i must say that the lyrics to their songs are addicting, and i’m trying my hardest to avoid listening to “breath”, “diary of jane,” and “dance with the devil.” m.c.r. is totally out of the question as is flyleaf & hellogoodbye. don’t get me wrong, i’m an all around girl, in love with Motown lyrics as well…sometimes, being a writer is hard as it is.
well, i’ve got to go, things to do…people to see.
Ja ne!
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