Fowards is Always Better

I am rearranging myself, I am going to take more chances and correct my mistakes. I am breaking those horrible habits, like procrastination, and I'll try and make my pessimistic views and ways for the better and not for the worse. My first step was to get a job and I have already succeeded. Next is to get all of my college applications and essays done and to wait and wait for a response. Also I have revamped my blog content and soon maybe a new look may appear?I have been in a photo craze snapping pictures left and right, I suppose just because I want to, I am going to post those pictures. I enjoy taking photos although I may not be very good at it, it is my out post in relieving stress.

Laugther and Thrills

So today was okay, not too bad, not too great, I would describe it as boring really. Anyways, the story of the day is after school Ha and I went shopping and as we were walking out of the store a car pulls up in front of my car. In the car was two guys and they were staring at. I was annoyed and about ready to say something to them about my annoyance but luckily for them they took off and I thought that would be that. However, it wasn't. Somehow we ended up behind them at a road that came together. So for about a couple of minutes we were driving behind them and then both of the cars got off onto the highway. Of course its the highway so I pick up speed they pick speed and for a couple of seconds, I looked at Ha and she looked at me and she knew what I wanted to do. I then got into a lane beside the lane they were in and passed them. The looks on their faces was funny. They actually chased us or tryed to but then they got them stuck in traffic and that was really that. I took off and I hope to never see them again. It was thrilling and so much enjoyable I tell you.Anyways I should be getting back to studying for those two important tests I have friday and saterday, I cannot wait until its over so much stress will be lifted from off of my shoulders and I will then be able to enjoy the days so much better.

Short Story

Well here it is the short story I had to write. I would like to say a huge thank you to Rachel for helping me write this piece, it took hours out of her time.

One morning about ten’ o clock an immense fist appeared in the sky above the city. The day was horribly cold, as everything from the people, to the atmosphere slowly rose into its usual tricks. The moon stayed through the morning and lingered around to where the sun was supposed to suspend in the skies. As the skies began to release its tears a sea of umbrellas began to engulf the land in mass panic. The rain came in gallons, pouring upon everything, leaving nothing untouched.

Below the draining skies on a fairly busy road lay rows of apartments, each one appearing alike. At the end of, or the start of the apartments lived a young woman, named Creissant. Creissant had light tan skin, long deep black hair and when you looked into her eyes you found the most brilliant part about her, that all who dared to stare could not stare away. Her eyes were a bizarre grayish green color mixed with golden sunshine gleaming with creation. She had a toned body, moved with elegance and had a touch filled with compassion. As the rain continued to dispense, Creissant sat at the back of the apartment building on her balcony, peering out towards her view of a small street, forlorn and forgotten. She sat drenched in water, pondering.

At this point Creissant’s life was at her prime. She had graduated top of her class from college with a degree in art and design, she had a secure job with great pay, which is what she had always envisioned herself to be, an artist. People were paying thousands of dollars for her paintings and museums thousands more to display her works of art. She thought she would be happy achieving these goals; but she wasn’t happy. She felt out of place, like a stranger to a world at which she had known for so long. She hated all of the pressure to be greater than her great and above all she felt out of place, out of mind when people would ask her questions about her inspirations and aspirations. Though she knew where her ideas came from she always felt something in her telling her to keep it a secret.

She wished her dreams were just dreams, like everyone else’s dreams. The dreams she envisioned were truths. It was not just one dream; it was a story, with each dream progressing the tale. Each character seemed to materialize; she often experienced moments of déjà vu. It was as if the world she wanted to be apart of was right below the world she lived in. It was not as if this other world looked any different, the only thing that became different was the feelings of a person. At times she found herself seeing the characters stalking about like shadows, creeping, and at times she would try to pursue them, in the end they would disappear into oblivion, there were many characters in her dreams. Most of them blurry figures, but others stood out so clearly she felt as if she could touch them. She saw them walking in the streets showing her ways of another world. When she was with them she felt at peace. A vision that haunted her most was of a woman and a man. The woman resembled herself but with a different fate. She was blissful, relaxed and carried no heavy burdens or feelings of guilt. Her fate was presaged and she now gone.

She was like all the other girls, accomplished and looking towards a brighter future, having everything at the palm of her hands. One night she had gone out with some friends to watch a movie. The movie was a silent black and white film. She loved to watch silent movies they captured her mind instantly and let it wander with fascination. After the film she started to walk home on her usual path, her apartment was three blocks away. The path led her through an ally into a dark little street. She knew this street well not only did she walk through it everyday she saw it every night. Tonight as she reached the street she noticed something new a door she approached and knew at once what it held for her on the other side. The door was just as black as her hair and as beautiful as her eyes with lovely descriptions depicted among its handles, down and up to each corner. Her stomach held butterflies as she followed each design with her fingers. Then it came to her mind, as she shifted her weight back and fourth. Will he come for me as he did in my dreams? At that moment a sudden breeze of cold air came upon her and a swift brush upon her cheek. She turned hastily around and there he appeared holding his hands out with his same sweet smile, his classic slender appearance, hair sleeked back, trench coat and white blouse with casual black pants and dress shoes.

He held out his hands and said, “Come, you belong with us.” She tilted her head slightly and gave a small smile and in a calm, quiet voice asked almost in a statement, “The unknowns, the other world.” With another charming smile he nodded his head with reassurance, the doorway opened, she took his hand and walked along his side. Creissant felt a breeze, shook her head out of the daze, and realized her destiny.

Some Words

"Women HATE women. You get any two girlfriends in this room, been girlfriends for 25 years, you put a man in between them, "Fuck that bitch, " "Fuck that bitch." Guys are not like that. Guys actually think that there are other fish in the sea, and if a guy introduces his boy to his new girlfriend, and when they walk away, his boy goes, "Aww man, shes nice, I gotta get me a girl LIKE that." If a woman introduces her new man to here girlfriend, and they walk away, her girlfriend goes "I gotta get HIM, and I will slit that bitches throat to do it." Every girl in here got a girlfriend they don't trust around their man."

"Women ain’t gonna let a thing like sense fuck up their argument."

--Chris Rock

Painted Skies in Gray

A couple of weeks ago I had a dream that I have had every year for about five years now and every year I get further and further into the dream. However, I have never really paid attention to it before until now. I one night was reading poems from a book and in my dream I follow this old woman to a store through hills of snow and rain. Then finally we reach this forest filled in whole with spacious darkness.We go to this store and its underground with dirt floors and ceilings, and even though it is raining outside in silence it is inside. The floor as dry as the deserts of the world. When we get into the store the woman and I start talking but I can't understand her and I have this lost feeling inside,and I am confused to why I am here. Then she starts reciting this poem and I come out of the trance. I start to say the poem along with her like I know it by heart and then the dream ends. When I had waken up the next day I layed in my bed for hours because I couldn't remember the poem and yet I knew it. So as I was stating before I was reading the book of poems and I start reading a poem by Andrew Marvell and the first line it hit me this was the poem in my dream. The first realization of this sent chills through by entire body and my heart started beating faster then ever, its scared me but I don't know what it means and I suppose I never will.

THE DEFINITION OF LOVE

by Andrew Marvell
I.

My Love is of a birth as rare

As 'tis, for object, strange and high ;

It was begotten by Despair,

Upon Impossibility.
II.

Magnanimous Despair alone

Could show me so divine a thing, Where feeble hope could ne'er have flown,

But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
III.

And yet I quickly might arrive

Where my extended soul is fixed ;

But Fate does iron wedges drive,

And always crowds itself betwixt.
IV.

For Fate with jealous eye does see

Two perfect loves, nor lets them close ;

Their union would her ruin be,

And her tyrannic power depose.
V.

And therefore her decrees of steel

Us as the distant poles have placed, (Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel),

Not by themselves to be embraced,
VI.

Unless the giddy heaven fall,

And earth some new convulsion tear. And, us to join, the world should all Be cramp'd into a planisphere.
VII.

As lines, so love's oblique, may well

Themselves in every angle greet :

But ours, so truly parallel,

Though infinite, can never meet.
VIII.

Therefore the love which us doth bind,

But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind,

And opposition of the stars.