"Single-minded to the point of recklessness..."
The name's Heihana and I'm 16. I'm a stressed out high school student trying to make a name for myself in life. I love drawing, photography, photoshop, and writing occasionally. I love acoustic rock, especially the slow and sentimental kind with the enticing melodies and lyrics that literally make you melt at first hearing them and then give you butterflies after that. That is why I love Dashboard Confessional. I pretty much listen to whatever I like. The harder it rains, the better my day is. I think to much and I over-analyze everything. I love soccer, I play the clarinet, I enjoy running, aimless conversations, long walks, tea on occastion, candles, inside jokes, I sing (but badly in my opinion), I enjoy math, and I love autumn. I'm hopelessly hopeless and I've been told that I'm insightful? Haha. I think this is enough.
The things I write often portray thoughts and feelings that I have inside (...that rhymed..). Writing is a way to sort out the confusing mess that's inside my head; I use it to explain myself because I honestly am not good with speaking. I get more confused. I am really honest with my writing. I seem to only be able to write when there's something wrong with me and I have lots of emotions bottled up inside me that I can't release because of where I live and the people around me. What's even more annoying now is that I have people I know discovering my little corner here on fictionpress and I can't really express myself anonymously so much now. Blah.
P.S. I need to find a muse.
o.O"And in that moment, I swear we were INFINITE."O.o
Movies: A Walk To Remember, Donnie Darko, Little Miss Sunshine, and The Breakfast Club.
Books: The Perks Of Being A Wallflower: Stephen Chbosky, The Harry Potter Series, The Giver: Lois Lowry, Inkheart: Cornelia Funke, The Theif Lord: Cornelia Funke, A Wrinkle In Time: Madeleine L'Engle, The Alchemist: Paulo Coelho, Killing Mr. Griffin: Lois Ducan, Something For Joey: Richard E. Peck.
Plays: The Producers, The Drowsy Chaperone, Rent (not like I've seen very many, but I thought it was important
enough to mention.)
..."Wisdom begins with wonder."...
-Socrates
.:~3~:.
In the car, the radio leaves me searching your star
a CONSTELLATION OF FRUSTRATION driving hard
singing my thoughts back to me, and watching heartache on TV...
-As You Sleep: Something Corporate
.:~ 3~:.
"Maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me..." c:
Update (4/16/07): I'm semi-starting a story. I've tried writing stories before but either one, they don't work out, or two, they're really crappy and severely cliched. So...once I get farther into writing it and finally figure out a more concrete storyline, I'll start posting it up here. I just thought I'd mention it since it seems that I only write senselessly depressing poems all the time. Or write when I'm upset. Anyways, wish me luck!
Update (April 8th, 2008): Wow. I just noticed that this little entry is almost a complete year after the first and last. That is a little depressing and creepy. PERHAPS IT IS FAITH! Who knows...anyways; I haven't written anything lately. None at all besides the essays I have written for AP Language and Composition, which I'm close to or am failing. It is slightly ironic, yet I'm not surprised. My thought processes are slow and my thoughts are to fast and complicated to settle into a neat and stylistic essay. Some that I have written I do like, but of course the teacher who I hate by the way likes to scribble red ink wherever her can. I've started a journal though, to keep the juices a'flowing again, but there even lacks time for that. God, I hate Junior year. Oh yea...that story I mentioned that I would start...never happened. I still my ideas saved onto this laptop, but again...time is a nuisance. So, perhaps I'll put up some of my essays when I get a chance. I am not taking AP English next year...no siree!
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