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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Supahh Fastttt Updattee!

Hey peeps! So I found some old posts I made way back from my first semester of college.  For some reason, I had taken them down (probably because I felt silly/idiotic) but I read them over and realized, "Eh. They're a little stupid, but what the heck!" 


I'll post them in two seconds! Just make note that they are from awhile ago, and that I no longer hold the feelings described in the posts anymore.


*Also, some new posts are in the making! And by "in the making" I mean I'm thinking about them in my brainium hehe....almost all of my posts are written on the spot with little revision. 


Therefore, I'm sorry for the numerous grammatical air-errs. 


Small joke, small joke. (I know, I'm a loser)


Alright, peace brothers and sistas from other mothas and mistas.


Signing out of this blog like yeah~
Gwen the Super Hero, over and out

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Just Some Random Thoughts

Hey guys!


Yeah, I know...it's been awhile.


More than awhile, really. Like weeks. Months. 


Years.


Not really.


But close.


No....


Whatever.


Wow, I haven't written a post in a freaking LONG time!  


Funny story: I was bopping around on the internet like I always do, until I witnessed the most horrific Facebook incident, that it honestly made me puke.


Ok, not puke, but it made me want to write a hate-filled, anger driven, post about how STUPID girls are/can be.


I threw my headphones on and thought "I'm writing a post about stupid girls! I don't even know what time it is because my phone is lost somewhere in my tidal wave of college crap from moving out (Yes, freshman year has ended and it freaking ROCKED)!"


 Until I realized the time is always, unwaveringly located on my laptop. *Duh...


Well, after I decided that I was going to write this post about stupid girls, I decided that why stop at stupid girls? Let's talk about how stupid people can be in general!


On my mark, get set.....GOOO!


So first off, who in the right state of mind would create a photo album entitled "this is what you left behind" and post pictures of herself in front of some ugly curtain, biting her lip in the most awkward/non-modelesque way (hello? you're not a model)?


That's right! No one with stable mental health would do such a thing. 


Next - why would you quote yourself in a status? Who are you? Ghandi? Did you fight for some cause that changed the course of the future?  


Maybe you're fighting for Idiot Rights. 


I don't know.


But unless you're Oprah, George Washington, or the Mean Girl's script - you should NOT be quoting yourself. 


Moving on... - boys!


Boys- unless you are gay, stop acting gay.


Taking millions of pictures of yourselves before you go out on a Friday night to get drunk is not masculine in the least bit.


Posting the pictures on Facebook is an even bigger N-O.


Bringing the camera out with you....that's even gayer than Richard Simmons teaching a spinning class....


Listen, even I, a girl - a fully functioning female who loves all those girly things - won't bring a camera out with her on a Friday night. It's weird.  


Really....what do you do? Get the bouncer of the club to hold your lipstick as you search through your purse to find your camera so you and your 'buddies' can get a decent group shot?


Ew.


No. Just stop....existing.


Just kidding. 


Continue to exist.


But don't bring your camera with you to document your existence.  You're a guy.  Go throw a football or scratch those places where the sun don't shine. Do anything, please, but take pictures of yourself..... Please.


Which brings me to the topic of the classic mirror/phone in face default picture on Facebook.


You know what? No, I can't even bring myself to talk about that topic.


All I'll say is, I'm assuming people are liking your profile picture because they can't see your face behind your huge-ass smartphone with the blinding flash that is reflecting off of the mirror surface.


Great shot of you. Really - never looked better!


Anywho, this is fun! I'm letting off some steam here.  Wow, I feel like a teapot.


Just letting out all of that steam.  It's like a sauna.  


Mmmm. Clean pores.


Next topic!


I absolutely hate being second best all of the time.


Honestly, though, if you knew my life - hahahaha 


It's a joke.


A funny one, I'll give it that.  I mean, even I laugh at it - ha ha ha!


Ew...I sound crazy. No more crazy laughing through a post.


Seriously though.  


People need to stop coming to me, acting like their world is coming to a tragic end because of stupid crap, making me feel like I'm actually making them feel better, which makes me feel like I'm an awesome friend, only to find out that - hey! you're doing a whole lot better the next day! And wow. You're best friends with the person you were venting to me about - about how miserable she was making you feel.  And now, I'm sitting here, alone, like an idiot.


Please - maybe next time you can bring a check considering I'm practically only a therapist to you and NOT a friend. Psh, it's okay - I need the money anyway.


To buy myself a truck.  A big truck!


Topic switch!


I want a truck so badly.  How hot would that be?  Carting my girly ass all around town in a huge, awesome truck?


It would be beyond awesome, okay?  It would be...a word that I can't think of now because I am too exhausted.


Also, another topic change - why can't guys just like the girls that like them?  


See, I like this guy, and I am 100% positive that no girl likes him as much as I do - so why can't I win?  Why can't the person the other person likes the most just like that person back?


Ugh, that was confusing.


Why does Spotify have ads?


Why can't he just seeeeee


Why can't I just say "Yo! You. I like you."


And why can't he be like, "Hey, I heard you were a wild oneeeeeeee!"


Why can't we sing a duet to "Don't Mess With My Man?"


Why am I still typing ridiculous things.....


Why am I listening to oldies right now?


I like the oldies that's why...


Why do I keep asking questions?


Ugh, it's like my philosophy class all over again.


THAT was a nightmare.


And I don't give a damn about my reputationnnnnn.


Why do I have a Twitter account? I hate Twitter.


Why am I still awake....


I need to be up by 7 am.


Happy Eve of Mother's Day!


Okay...that's enough.


May we all have sweet dreams about extremely hot baseball players.


Signing out of this blog like yeah~
Gwen the Super Hero, over and out.





Thursday, January 5, 2012

Just A Normal Post...

Let's see how normal this post can last.


So! I forgot to tell you I have a *new* laptop! Sheila is collecting dust somewhere...Huh....I wonder where she is collecting dust....


Anywho.


This one is named Leo!


Yay!


So yeah. That's all I had planned to say, but I guess I'll keep going for the sake of my BOREDOM.


Some people are so mean.  Am I right?


What is wrong with half of the world? Do we need to say rude, unnecessary things? And use such vulgar language?


NO! 


Here's a lesson: If you have a negative comment or a rude remark, then keep it to yourself.  


Now, knowing me, I have a closest full that's bursting at the hinges with mean criticisms I could spew at society. And do I?


Yes! I do!


But maybe it'd be better if I stopped. Like for example, I should stop calling the guy who I liked/like/whatever the hell I feel a dirty, rotten, heartless, rat-like, piggish, butt munching, stupid, ugly, charming, gay, beautiful, jerk


*Cough.


That's not quite nice....


Or another example: calling every annoying skank on Facebook (you know, the "like the pic, not the link" twit faces) an annoying skank.  Because they are probably insecure and need mental help.


I'm not very good at this. I'm sorry.


Nevermind this nonsense, topic change!


You know what I've been addicted to lately?


Twitter.


It's so cool because you can make it look pretty! 


I put an ocean wave as my background picture and and I have sea blues and greens as my font colors!  Also, I'm purposefully trying to have hardly any followers because I can tweet about whatever I want without people being offended or me worrying about what other people might think.  


There's too many people on Facebook for me. And it doesn't look as pretty and it's annoying compared to Twitter. Although, thinking of it, people piss me off on Twitter, too.  


I can't escape from the imbeciles. That's why I seclude myself more often than not.  I try to escape them, but they always find me.


Speaking of imbeciles.


Whose idea was it to take pitchforks and burn torches to run out every surrounding town's village idiot into my town?  


No, really.


Driving on my main road today was like being swept up in a horrible circus act with clowns zipping all around me in minivans and moving trucks.


YES. MOVING TRUCKS.


This big, dirty truck that I had been keeping my eye on for a long time (because I saw it stall in the middle of the road...YEAH KIND OF DANGEROUS) decides to pull out right in front of me.


And what is it with people talking on the cell phone?


HELLOOOO ANSWER THIS: WHY ARE YOU DRIVING 60 MPH WITH BOTH HANDS OFF THE FREAKING WHEEL? BECAUSE OMGSH DANNY TEXTED YOU AND YOU JUST HAVE TO TEXT BACK? Um, I don't think that's an excuse! It'll sound like a poor one when people try to explain your untimely croaking!


Enough of this.


Simply thinking of the main road I have to drive on everyday makes my right foot slam down on an invisible gas pedal.


No, no...I don't have road rage...


Not that much anyway.


Well, that's all I have in me for today. 


Signing out of this blog like yeah~
Gwen the Super Hero, over and out



Thursday, August 11, 2011

Dying Would Be An Great Adventure Indeed


If I could die right now, I think I would.
I would bring you with me because I don't want to die alone-
To die alone would be a tragic end indeed.
I would want to die before you.
I would want to enter paradise confused
but then relax into joyous realization that you are right behind me smiling.
We would hug tightly then emerge into light.
Establishing how blind we were before this moment.
We would laugh,
saying how ironic it was, that we feared all those years
to lose our lives, when it really was the best thing that could have ever happened.
I would love you more than I ever have loved you, because my love would never die.
You would kiss me like forever laid at our feet, because for once, forever would be alive.
The people would not judge us – not of our age or color – because their efforts to do so would be in vain,
And vanity is nothing but a splinter when you already live in perfection.
We would taste the sky, the non-existence of air, and the beauty of each other's souls.
We would run and fall, but not get hurt.
It would be so surreal – looking back on our former existence and noticing that it was only a long road-
a road where we could meet, fall into one another and pass into our divine purpose.
We would die together, and live.
Yes, I think if death came to me,
I would greet it.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Baggage Claim


I am searching for baggage that goes with mine:
a suitcase that matches the rest of my junk,
mixed up and mangled and misshapen; 
a backpack to keep my lonely tote company;
anything at the ready to pack and flee with me
to scour the planet for adventurous lessons;
or a bag that can hold the weight of my belongings,
which happen to be very heavy at the moment.

Can you hold my world in your hands?
Can you make yourself last?
Will you fight to fall apart not?
Will you promise to at my side hang?

Life is messy and so am I – objects are sure to fly.
I need baggage to squeeze the fly-aways tight,
so that I might not lose these pieces of mine.
You will need to keep steadfast to me; 
I know it will be a perilous ride.
I assure you I will grasp your handle,
so long as you grasp mine.

Yes, I am looking for baggage that goes with mine:
some one who will travel by my side until we reach the world’s edge.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Hey Ya

Hello! I haven't written a post in awhile!  So what have I been up to? Let's see.

I think I am destined to work in a library for the rest of my life!  I went from doing trivial volunteer work at my High School library to doing research work in...MY NEW SCHOOL'S LIBRARY! Well, it's college really.  The excellent news?  I am paid!  Granted it's minimum wage, but hey! it's money.

Other than that I have finished some final High School duties, such as graduating.  *Cue happy music*

"Ohhhhhhh YEAH! SO LONG RAT HOLE! I WON'T BE MISSIN' YA!" *Happy dances*

Good stuff.  

Don't worry (because I know you were all SO worried about my whereabouts), I'll be writing posts again soon.  In the meantime, I must continue saving the world.  It's time consuming, but alas! there are sad and unfortunate civilians crying out my name... 

See ya.

Signing out of this blog like yeah~
Gwen the Super Hero, over and out.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Starting Fresh!

And so far I want to crawl in a hole and weep.

Well readers, I've done the most tragic thing possible.  I'm starting over with my whole novel.  I've written four pages so far, and I HATE IT.  I'm so distressed right now.  I need some kind of inspiration because my imagination is lacking.

That's all.

Signing out of this blog like yeah~
Gwen the Super Hero, over and out.

 

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Always Running.

Mis.                              Communication.

Miss.                   You.

                                                                                       I'm
    i       ing
m   ss               chances.                                                 Too

f     a       r               away.

You  are
                      out
                            of
                                  r
                                    e
                                      a
                                         c
                                            h.

I'm  R- U- N- N- I- N- G                                                late. 

Sunday, March 13, 2011

His Adventure

"His Adventure"

If you were about to drown
in a floating sea
of bright balloons,
I'd plan the perfect escape.
Through cotton candy clouds
I'd glide through
in my rainbow colored
hot air balloon.

I’d lasso your waist,
Swing you along,
skimming you across
stretched rubbery tops.

I’d lock you
in your sway; suspended
between air, sky, and
helium-filled disasters.

As we’d ride by,
I’d sob like rain
to drench you,
Whistle like wind
to dry you,
Smile like sunlight
to warm you.

Curse like lightning
to surprise you,
Yell like thunder
to stir you, and
Cold-shoulder you like snow
to muffle you.

The snow would then settle.
I’d stir within;
the quiet swallowing
both You and I down
its black-hole throat.

I’d never untie you,
but I’d sing like the birds
to remind you
that I’m not malevolent.
 I am saving you.

Return the favor,
you would have already.
Through every storm,
by hanging along.
And I’d never release you.

Because:
Adventure is your treasure.
My treasure is adventure.
I will dangle my pearls
from golden puppet strings
before your eyes,
the way I'd sway you
from my rainbow colored
hot air balloon.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

New Poem...

“Lost in Time”

I hold broken clocks.
My face distorted
in the reflection of
cracked glass surfaces.

Someone pry my fingers
from their accusing faces.
1,2,3,4,5,6,
7,8,9,10,11,12....
The undying echo of
the number of my mistakes.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.
It's a mad song,
and I can't sing along.
Complicated gears and screws-
these clocks are beyond repair.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds...
An understanding seeps
from the inner-most box
of my elusive mind,
and the seeping spreads,
warming my icy grip
on the mocking time keepers.

I drop them.
One by one, delicately smashing.
The numbers scattering.
I watch the final crash! of glass.
Gears flying about,
and I free myself
of this mess,
knowing that they are not
meant to be repaired,
but that I am.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Peeta Bread and Catnip. I'm Hungry....For The Hunger Games!

Hey Everyone, I just finished The Hunger Games last night. Wow. I felt like I was reading a warped version of 1984. Seriously. I was sucked in, and I flew through this novel about a dystopian society filled with hurt, love, blood, tears, struggle for survival, and...flamboyant costumes.

This sci/fi novel is fast paced (unlike 1984, but I must say it does lack the sophistication of Georgie's book. Mostly because this is a young adult novel, so how can you really compare the two?), and it leaves you hanging onto your bed comforter for dear life. This is because the novel is so good you don't want to run to the bathroom for a potty break which leads you to clutch onto your bed spread saying "No! Not now! I need to find out what happens to Peeta Bread! Darn you, bladder!!!" And so you continue to read in this state until 3:00 am when suddenly you fear Emily Rose....then it's 3:01 am and after much sweat and more clutching of the bed spread you proceed with the thrilling novel. Only to find out that you're on the last page! 

"What?! When did this happen?! Where did the time go..." Into doing nothing but reading that book! Then reality settles in, and you realize you're lacking in your normal upkeep of personal hygiene and whoa...when was the last time you washed these pajamas?! Ew. You're a mess. A complete mess. Not to mention you smell like books and coffee. Just EW.

Actually, book smell is calming, and coffee is warm and inviting yet energizing so it's really the perfect balanced atmosphere!

"Get to the stupid book already!!!"

....Okay. I will. And it's not stupid. *Puts nose haughtily in the air and continues with this supercalifragilisticexpielaladocious book review.*

Hm. No spelling suggestions. They should really incorporate that word in the dictionary now. Who has that job? Well, I should have it. It would be a word revolution at that place...you know... the place where they add words....to the dictionary. Anyway, my attention span is like a squirrel's at the moment because I only got 5 hours of sleep last night. Blame it on the book.

So the main character of The Hunger Games is Katniss. I personally hate the name because it reminds me of cat food which then reminds me cat breath which STINKS. Therefore, every time I read her name my subconscious picks up on those unpleasant things associated with it, and I am immediately turned off. Also, it sounds like Catnip. 

I first started reading the book and I was murmuring through the beginning chapters. Murmuring mini-complaints...I couldn't help it. Murmuring. Writing. It was choppy. Like a karate chop.

JUST LIKE THAT! SEE! ^^^^^ That's how the writing is through the whole book, and at times it gets irritating, but it's worked to the benefit of the book in the end.  The novel is very fast paced, and this style of writing contributes nicely to that pace. 

Also, Katniss seemed like a very flat character through a lot of the book. She seemed tough. She's a hunter, and she's fierce no doubt, but that's all I saw. Until one poignant moment which turned that whole idea around and into something truly remarkable. I will get to that in a second.

The general outline: North America is a totalitarian, dystopian society. There is the Capitol and the twelve Districts. There was another District, District 13, but it was destroyed from the aftermath of the rebellion. The Districts rebelled against the Capitol, but they were suppressed, and as a reminder/punishment for the Districts, the Capitol created The Hunger Games. Two children, a boy and a girl, ages 12-18 (?), are drawn from each district to perform in the games. The object of the game? To kill one another off until one emerges as victor. Horrifying part (besides the fact that they murder each other)? Everyone has to watch this fight for survival on television.

Katniss's sister is picked from the random drawing, but Katniss runs in and volunteers herself instead. Now it's Katniss's fight for survival along with the boy, Peeta, who saved her from starvation once. Not to mention he's practically head over heels for her.  Actually, he's secretly been so until in an interview before the games he admits he's always liked Catnip in front of everyone. Oh, right. Spoiler Alert! 

Hey...don't get mad. You would've checked to see even if I told you beforehand. Plus, I mean, it's right there in your line of eyesight so there was no avoiding it anyway. I just saved you a lot of trouble.

Anywho, it's this kind of situation that draws the reader in. The wow-I've-loved-you-since-kindergarten-but-now-I-have-to-kill-you-so-I-can-go-home-and-eat-and-drink-and-be-merry-until-I-die-yet-I-will-always-live-with-the-rememberance-of-how-I-mercilessly-killed-you situation. Tragic....

The plot is brilliantly and cleverly designed. There is never a dull moment, and it's not so predictable either. Especially the ending, but I'm not saying anything at all.

Everyone dies.

What?! No. That's not true. Or is it?....Ohhhhh you'll have to read it then!!!! 

Now, to the unveiling of Katniss as a dynamic character, which saved me from throwing the book across the room.

There is a scene when Katniss allies with a particular character during the games. It is at this moment we see the vulnerable Katniss. She doesn't want to be alone. She seems to fear it almost. I really can't say anything else because for those who want to read it, I don't want to spoil anything. But yes. Katniss is now more dynamic than a fully operating pinball machine. Whatever the heck that means. But she is dynamic. Yay.

Although, one thing bothers me. Katniss is shrew and skilled. She's a smart person- so one thing bothers me. If she's so smart how can she not realize that Peeta likes her?! Those who have read the book, please tell me you know what I mean. I mean COME ON ALREADY! He confessed it, he's expressed it....I just don't understand her incapability to notice such a thing.

My favorite character of the book is Cinna though. I love him. He's Katniss's stylist at the beginning ceremonies for the games. There is something different about him. He doesn't act like all the other citizens of the Capitol (who are absolutely crazy by the way. Very superficial people.). He seems to have some kind of underlying perception of what their society has become. Cinna doesn't appear to be a conformist. He isn't dressed like the citizens of the Capitol, their clothing and hair being cotton candy colored, and he holds a very cool demeanor. I'll keep an open eye on him because I have a feeling he will become a more prominent character in the sequel: Catching Fire.

Which is on it's way to me immediately. Through my mother. Who is at Barnes and Noble. Right now. As I type. 

I will say this about the ending of the first book. One of the main characters has clearly angered the Capitol, and he or she probably won't be getting away with it.... And that's basically where it leaves off. Oh and some kind of triangle of love is emerging....I can practically smell it....

Duh duh dummmmmm.

Go ahead, and buy the series. Or if you're wary of how good it is, buy the first book only. It's by Suzanne Collins.

I hope you enjoyed this review of The Hunger Games! If you didn't well then go get eaten by some mutant wolves. 

Oh, yeah. I didn't mention that those are in the book, too. That part FREAKED me out. It's very unsettling and yet genius on the part of Suzanne Collins. If you read it, you'll know what I mean. If you've already read it, then- OH MY GOSH WASN'T THAT CREEPY?! I WAS READING AT 2:00 AM, AND I WANTED A NIGHT LIGHT. 

Not really, but I literally mouthed the words "Holy crap" when I realized something about those mutant wolves.

This blog, love it? hate it? Let me know! Oh and tell me about the book if you read it. I love those kind of discussions. Don't be shy! Come on in and spill your opinions all over the place. 

Just kidding. That would make a mess that I am not willing to clean.

Later, readers.

Signing out of this blog like yeah~
Gwen the Super Hero, over and out.


Friday, February 4, 2011

Hm. Spelt or Spelled? I'll Go With the Healthy Kind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suzwkw0dYmM

Good song if you're sad.
Hi ;) 

Wow, it took me five minutes to figure out how to get a wink on that smiley face.

That's besides the point though. The point I'm about to make- the point of this blog - is that my novel progress has been SABOTAGED.

Not just that, but my hair is gross, I ate a bag of sour-patch kids just after I worked out, school started again which means this semester I have PE class every morning, "The Green Hornet" was completely awesome/funny/unrealistic, but the whole time I was distracted with calculating how much fatter I'd be after I consumed my sour-patch kids and mentally writing a review of the movie in my head, and my laptop has passed on to the other life so I am stuck with typing on THIS computer (and you can't tell which one it is but it SUCKS because it's in our family study where anyone can waltz right in and discover my blogging).

I use caps a lot. I apologize, but I feel like it is an effective tool in expressing my feelings.

Anyways, life has been sabotaging my writing as you can tell from the above tirade. Not to mention that my whole world is being sustained by this little chip-like object called a USB. All of my writing (and miscellaneous files) - from short stories to poems to one failed novel to one novel in progress to a picture of zebras- is on that chip thing. A pink chip.

And yes, I had to look up the spelling of miscellaneous on Google. Alas! I spelled it right.  And just then I typed the word 'spelt' instead of 'spelled.' You know why?! Because for the last few days I've been living on spelt bread- the bread people skip over in the grocery aisle because its the icky kind that falls to bits since it doesn't have white flour. Yeah, that kind. I suffer in the name of vanity.

Life, my friends (a.k.a. random people who stumbled upon my blog because Google is cruel and led you here) is a viable opponent in this world and it will constantly try to make you lose. Right now I'd say the score is:

ME: 2.5 pts

LIFE: 2.5 pts (in billions)

But I choose to play against life. That reminds me of a very good idea that was brought up in Eat.Pray.Love.

Here's the quote:
"A friend took me to the most amazing place the other day. It's called the Augusteum. Octavian Augustus built it to house his remains. When the barbarians came they trashed it a long with everything else. The great Augustus, Rome's first true great emperor. How could he have imagined that Rome, the whole world as far as he was concerned, would be in ruins. It's one of the quietest, loneliest places in Rome. The city has grown up around it over the centuries. It feels like a precious wound, a heartbreak you won't let go of because it hurts too good. We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we're afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked at around to this place, at the chaos it has endured - the way it has been adapted, burned, pillaged and found a way to build itself back up again. And I was reassured, maybe my life hasn't been so chaotic, it's just the world that is, and the real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation."

Hm. Sounds a bit like a J.K. Rowling quote I've heard once (or a million times because she's my hero).

Not saying I'm in ruins, but my post just reminded me of this quote, and I hope you all learn something from it as I have.

I'll try to see the good in my laptop being mutilated. It gives me time to think of more ideas for my story, which allows me to avoid writer's block! The ruin of my laptop has led to the transformation of my story (in a good way).

Okay, Life, let's see the score now:

ME: 3 pts

LIFE: 2.5 pts (in billions)

Hey, wait. Spelling miscellaneous right earns me another point.

ME: 4 pts

Yay!

Bottom line is life is crazy, but it's necessary for- well, um, LIVING.

If you think life is unfair and too chaotic to handle, just remember this: Great people don't come in Betty Crocker boxes.

It's not like God reached into his holy kitchen cabinet and pulled out a box that says: Preheat Oven To 350 Degrees. Open Box. Pour Out Contents. Mix. Place In Oven. Bake For Awhile. *ding* Receive Great Person Of Importance.

No! All people are born, all people are unique and flawed, and all people have to go through crap on different levels. It's all about how we handle the obstacles thrown at us and how we arise from falling down to rock bottom.

Honestly, I haven't seen the worst of anything yet, but I will one day.

And honestly, I have no idea why I wrote this post. It's only purpose was to serve as a means to vent my feelings and to express my inner thoughts. Boring....sorry. I will post an interesting book review or a story about what's been going on with destroying my former APUSH teacher- soon, I promise. 

Bye for now.

Signing out of this blog like yeah~
Gwen the Super Hero, over and out.

PS
I'm reading The Hunger Games as of late! It is very interesting and the plot is the only thing that is keeping me reading it because I think so far the characters are flat and the writing too choppy. Hm, I think I smell a book review!!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Reading Between the Lines. Let My Words Cry.

Her Lovely Fate (An Original)
A girl bound to hopes and dreams
stared out across the endless sea.
Salty mist and gloomy clouds
and bitter tears are what called her out.
A grainy blanket warmed her feet,
the only comfort she received.
Eyes to waves, the connection was made.
A bond, a cord of the strongest emotion.
Her heart beat with the crash of the waves
and she tossed it out to satisfy her crave.
And forever it remains.

They called out to her, the other ones,
so she kissed her love good-bye.
But while away, she cried and cried,
“My heart is gone! I will surely die!”
She fled from that place and journeyed in haste.

Her love awaited, forever stalemated
between rocks and sand and grassy land.
The wooden pier splintered her feet,
her heart now at a faster beat.
The storm raged like an animal caged
as she cried out, “My love, I'm back! My heart, I'm back!”
The ocean spray, salty and light,
never brought her so much delight.
The others arrived in worry, spotted her and ran in a hurry.
Their cries, their yells, and shouts of fear
could not pass the ocean to her ears.
She closed her eyes, arms spread to fly,
and leaped from the balcony's wooden side.

The icy waters hugged her lungs,
welcoming her from her loving plunge.
The salty waves held her in a tie,
and she fervently hoped there to die.
In a lover's embrace, forever encased,
her body floats there
and forever remains.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy Happy New Year Everyone!

Yep, this new year deserves a double happy.

I really can't spend a lot of time on this post unfortunately.  I have some homework that I need to get done before tomorrow so I can have my weekend free before school starts up again.

BUT YES! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!

I'm making a promise to myself that this new year is going to be kick ass.  I don't give a leaping crap in the middle of a safari if people are saying this is just 'another year.'  This year is going to rock my socks all the way to the heart of Bon Jovi.

So who's with me?! Let's start a revolution.  I don't mean the crazed mob with pitchforks kind of revolution. I mean, let's take on some resolutions! It'll be a Resolution Revolution.

"Bah HUM FLIPPIN BUG! I don't do that crap. I never follow through with my resolutions, so why even bother?"

Well, just follow through with it! I mean, what's holding you back? Yourself, darn it! 

This is what you've got to do:

Let yourself go

Not in the sense that you're going to eat whatever the heck you want and in that way 'let yourself go.'  

But it's really that simple. Let yourself be free!  Give up on holding yourself back.  It's too exhausting.

I'm giving up and giving in- letting go so I can show exactly what I'm capable of doing.

If you want to lose weight, go join a gym and commit to it.
If you want to write a novel (haha), then write it; a little bit each day.
If you want to finally stop stalking your crush on Facebook, then just talk to him one day (preferably in person!)
If you want to be nicer to people, then get your cranky buttookis off the ground and be nice!
If you want to be courageous, then go dare yourself to do something you'd never would've have done before!

Come on people, let's do this.

Here's to 2011. The best year yet.


Happy x's 2011 times New Year!


Signing out of this blog like yeah-
Gwen the Super Hero, over and out

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Blogging my Journey: The Story is Unfolding Before My Eyes

Hi there! Quick post to say a few important things.  

I'm working on a novel, and I'm so psyched for it that I feel like talking about it on here!  I've been thinking of some pretty awesome ideas, and I'm finding that these ideas are meshing together nicely.  Now, for big news! 

Big news for me at least.

I'm planning on blogging about my journey through creating this novel. 

Why? It gives me motivation.  Motivation to keep up with it.  If I plan on blogging about it, then I feel as though I HAVE to finish it.  And finishing my novel is a huge, but attainable, goal.

I went through a dark time.  I'll call it my ginormous writer's block of death.  Only I'm surviving.  I have written about 70-something pages, and I think the idea is fab. Unfortunately, my thoughts for it were not coherent within the writing.  It was falling apart before my eyes.  I got so frustrated, I simply gave up on the whole fiasco!

Fiasco. That's what it was becoming. A fiasco.  I am thoroughly ashamed. 

Not anymore. No, I am not giving up that easily.  I'm going to finish it, even it is a complete train wreck.  It needs some saving though.  I'm going to outline the story first.  That way, I have a guide to follow.  I won't be writing on a whimsy.  I actually started writing the outline in school during my free period.  That class is extremely useful....never take it for granted if you have it.  Anyway, because of that class I have the first several chapters outlined. Yay progress! 

SO...What's it about?  Well, I am not revealing much, because I don't like having ideas this big out for the whole world to see...and steal.  I will say that it is fictional.  It is a fantasy.  My favorite character is Hob. It takes place in the U.S., and it's absolutely brilliant.  I'm thrilled with it.

I do need some rooting on throughout this process.  Keep checking back here on my blog for news! Even though I don't really have any followers or comments or anything on here, I do see that people view my blog and THAT is enough for me to keep writing/blogging.  But those other aspects are greatly appreciated, of course.
This is a writer's blog.  If you're a writer, you will understand exactly what I am going through. If you have a heart, you'll be here to help me along the way. *puppy dog eyes*

That's all! Lucky ducks- two blogs in one day. ;)
Signing out of this blog like yeah-
Gwen the Super Hero, over and out.