Random Fact About Me: I have a grey t-shirt with a picture of Squidward (from Sponge Bob Square Pants) wearing a Santa hat. The caption beside him reads: 'What crawled down your chimney and died?' Classic. Yes, I am 19. No, I don't give a damn how immature I sound.
2nd Random Fact: My music tastes are vast. But, however 'everchanging' they are... one thing remains the same. I like to dance and sing along to my ipod in public with complete disregard for public image. Honestly... who cares?
Ish I stole off my bebo page...
Um :)
Gemini's Rule.
Me - The Rationalistic Loony, the Very Wise Fool, the Extremely Mean person who will help you out. The Sadly Happy girl, the Angrily Laughing Cynic, the Closet Romantic, and an All time Believer who's Scepticism gets in the way. I smile at the angry, cry for the happy and sing to the deaf. I write with my left hand, but use my right for everything else. I study a f t e r exams and s l e e p during class... (ok that bit just snuck it's way in there... not really true) I dance without music, write on hands and decide before the after and after the before... I choose to be complicated, I choose to not conform..
I choose to be me, for lack of a better choice.
Complete:
Two Months - One Shot. Who ever said absence makes the heart grow fonder, was wrong. Absence made you damn well obsessive. He wanted her, she refused. He
left, she wept- sorta. He came back... she, slaps him? You know what they say... no, what? I hate you... and First ever One-Shot!!
Dancing with a Queen - One Shot. Boy meets girl, and asks her out. Girl tells boy that she isn't gay. Well, it's not her fault he was dressed in drag. (And made one hell of a good looking girl.) Hehe, second ever One-Shot!
Horror Movies - One Shot. She hated watching horror movies. It made her clingy and completely un.her.like, kind of. So maybe she was a wuss all the time, but no one knew this more so than he. Erm, One Shot the Third.
Wuthering Heights vs Modern Society - Essay. The Relevance of Wuthering Heights to our Modern day society. What the past teaches us about the future and about human nature and society. An essay I wrote during an exam for 6th Form English. I hated Wuthering Heights when we first started studying it... what can I say- I was sixteen going on seventeen, lol.
Personal Response: Demon Children - Essay. Children are cunning little creatures who know exactly how to get what they want, and because we are in awe of their supposedly 'innocent charm', we are unaware of their duplicity. Beware of the Satire. An essay I wrote for my English 121 class last year (2007). The assignment was to write a Personal Response to anything you wished (I loved the freedom) and of course I chose to write about what I knew a lot about on a personal level. Demon Children. It makes me sound like a grinch, but I do love my nieces and nephews... even if they're perpetually getting me into trouble. Grrh. I never asked for my brothers to reproduce... honestly if anyone had asked me I would have told them it was a bad idea, for the universe in general. Just kidding, but not really. :)
Incomplete:
State Of Irony : So Jesse is a self proclaimed lesbian. But she attends an ALL boys school... ironic much? However... what happens when the new guy thinks he can convert her, and her stupid best friends since birth (and the reason she attends Deacon Academy) seem to not be helping but fanning the situation? A perpetual state of ironic affairs that's what. Not to mention one big headache for Jesse who seems to find herself inching closer and closer towards the fence between gay and straight...
Rocked Like Me “I’m a peanut butter nutter from Sanitarium.” Kara's somewhat strange. Jay's somewhat arrogant. They're both somewhat unaware of an attraction. BANG! Her rock smashes into his car window... Love? HA! Throw in one too many love trainagles, a (metaphorically) blind obsessed best friend, an old childhood mate who happens to ooze humourous charisma, and some ok a lot of the randomest facts and expressions... and you get this strange... random and hopefully funny story about a Samoan girl who's somewhat off her rocker.
A Classic Case Unrequited love. What do you do when you love someone who likes someone else? How can anything be love when you're still in high school? Why does the one you apparently ''don't'' want give you butterflies? Definately a Classic Case. A Word to the Wise... cliche's are a thing of the past, but somehow they just...won't...die. However breaking a cliche, is also a cliche, so how can you ever really be free of cliche's? Ay.. thinking is too hard when all you want to do is read... so R&R!
The 'Maybe' List:
Thriller: No not Micheal Jackson's song... but an actual thriller -in the romance section I think- is on the horizon... I keep getting this imagery for this new fic and it won't leave me alone. So perhaps I'll post up something I've posted up before as the prologue and elaborate.
More One-Shots: I've been thinking a lot about these one-shots.. and they keep flooding in. Yet by the time I remember that I should get it down... the idea scampers away. But the more poignant ones keep popping up... so except one inspired by a song soon.
The Preacher’s Son: Deacon is the biggest bastard in town. He treats girls like toys, and has never really been interested in sticking around the morning after. What do you expect from the preacher’s boy? An angel? Yeah right. Semi-Sequel to 'Rocked'.
Untitled: Christopher (Bookie) Wiles is the kid too smart for his own good Kaysee (Kay) Grey is the bundle of energy everyone loves. What could they possibly have in common… but each other? Sequel to 'A Classic Case'.
Anthology: It's very true that you can't please everyone. So... after the plea of a reviewer for a certain alternative ending for Rocked... I have decided to try something. I may be biting off a hell of a lot more than I can chew... but I'm going to start this after the first chapter of 'Son' is posted. Which means.. yes The Preacher's Son is definitely happening. Basically this is going to be an anthology of things that would never happen in my actual stories. That’s right peeps, alternate endings (worlds/couplings/ideas) you ask and I’ll see if I can get around to doing it.
Writing is supposed to be fun... that's what FP is for.
Let's do this.
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