All right. So today I finished Madame Bovary (on which I couldn't keep to my "experiment" that I mentioned in the last few posts and that's only b/c I was really limited with time).

It. Made. Me. Cry. Goddammit. (that's not news...)

Worst of all I was reading the ending in class but nobody noticed my tears because I held them back, plus, I had my trusty handkerchief and those allergies. So it didn't even look like I was crying at all. Ah well. But I loved the book, that's all I'm trying to say.

I'm...content at the moment. Just wondering what to read next... Shall I read another classic that's on my list? or read something "normal" for a change?

Sadly I can't browse the library because students are taking tests at those hours so it's closed.

Hmmm... Besides that, I'm writing for a bit (that isn't news...again) while listening to music on Last.fm. (Ingrid Michaelson is awesomeness!)

Okay. I'm getting repetitive... How about something interesting for a change?

Truth be told, I've been focusing so much on my characters (idk, just felt like saying this) so, I'm looking for something different to write about. Like Luna's post waaay back in October (click) she took the idea I suggested, tweaked it around a bit and voila! The Slayer came out of it. *pokes everyone who hasn't visited her blog/read it yet*

I feel optimistic and "free" at the moment (like I haven't a care in the world) so I'm not sure if I'll feel the same if I look at this post again in...[insert ridiculous amount of hours here].

*cracks knuckles* Writing-wise I'm a romantic/psychological/ horror/fantasy/mystery/supernatural/tragedy freak. Anything among these genres/subgenres/themes/whatever they're called interest me. I'm willing to break out of it if the idea's awesomeness meter beats the others (look at me assuming stuff, please excuse the weird-factor as to how I'm putting this challenge together).

Putting that aside... What I'm looking for are ideas or concepts. It could already be a plot of anything that you wish and I'll try to make something out of it (a short story). Surprise me and I might surprise you back with the outcome (doesn't that sound fun? It sure does!). Ha. I just agreed with myself. But yes, that's what I'm looking for and I hope someone will reply.

The best example I could give at the moment (since I'm sleepy): "A story that centers around the events of a condemned town that calls upon those who've committed or felt guilty about what they've done. Upon arriving at this town, the environment turns to their personal hell that they have to fight their way through because that's the only way they can live normally again."

Obviously a Silent Hill reference. :| Well, what can you expect for an SH music junkie?

And while you're thinking about what awesome thing you'd like me to write let this picture distract you.


EDIT: Hello! 80th post...O!

...and to celebrate...my newest obsession (song-wise).

Just taking some time to gather my thoughts before opening some documents and typing. I feel that there aren't a lot of days where people stop and think about what's good. It's always something so immediate, something that has to be done right away, or something so depressing that it can't leave you alone...

As of late, I've peered into an old diary I kept in middle school, not a lot of years ago. Sadly, I ended up feeling years beyond 16, like I had been peering into the life of a child that lived...say...a century or decade from my time (whatever that means). I laughed and slapped my forehead in disbelief in what was my lame writing (since I wrote in print and mediocre cursive) and the words I chose to describe my day. It was...questionable.

Among the box where my diary was kept were stuffed toys, photos/pictures, little cut-outs from video game packages, old cards (one birthday one from my father and a christmas one from a classmate) and several notebooks/notepads (one of them given from a teacher where we had to write poetry in). The poetry...struck me the most, only because (from speculation) it was during the time when the title "best friends" didn't apply anymore. For the sake of practice for a piece I'm working on I'll attempt to describe what I saw...

The writing style was mixed--an array of printed letters and cursive. Words had no particular slant but deviated from left, right or straight; the words themselves either passed or never touched the guidelines of the paper. Some words are incoherent, meaning that emotions guided the shaky hand that wrote this piece--the stand-alone word "friend" written as such is the title. There is no date as to which this was written.
The content is as such, written in pencil:

friend

Somehow, you think of a person as a friend
And that they would be with you till the end

But like everything else, the term 'friend' is a facade
to the great scheme, preferably by god,

angel wings captivate innocence
and two hands conjoining captivates friend

but what is the deal [this is striked out] but when people are alone they tend,
to those pains in the heart that begets a fred (friend).

for me, a friend cost me things, emotions barter(ed) here and there,
the life being played from this path which I stray,
from fate and destiny,
I regret having this friend [the last two words are written with significantly more pressure than the rest].

So what was my point exactly for the previous bit of depressing information? Not a lot. I have seen books where it's in a diary perspective but the words are strictly in the words of the writer. I wanted to try something new for the purpose of practicing to what I think to be a bad/risky idea. Think a narrative in diary format but there are elements in it that describe certain aspects of the writing. Like another person, a third party, has read it already and noted things down beit memos or if words are omitted but are recognizable still so the words are written down and is noted afterwards to have been striked out...minor things like that. "There's only so much you can do with the typed word compared to the written word. So why not recreate it?" That's the point I'm trying to get across, I finally realized it just now. *hits forehead*

Yeah. I blog as I think. Kind of makes me wonder how other people blog...?

Err...it appears I've blogged for too long (and here I was hoping for a short post to get the writing juices flowing) but it doesn't mean that I have to close down the word processing programs (of course I'd lose some sleep but...)

...reading over the post, another point was appreciating the good things wasn't it? I don't feel like I do that enough. And because of that I lose sight of what I want to accomplish. Right now, I want to get to writing! On the other hand, I should treat my body better and get some sleep (it's only fair since my body's been working overtime for the past week). Who knew the week after Spring Break would be a bit...difficult...? Haha I've got nothing to complain about though. It's just that the teachers are rushing on what information we need to get in our heads before assessments...again.

*pushes away school from brain* Aargh! Okay. I really need to stop drifting on and off topics here.

I remember a time of peace where, on those cloudy sunny days during lunch, on the large expanse of grass, there was no one around that could disturb the setting. So we'd lay there, backpacks propped underneath our heads as our eyes watched the clouds roll by. My hands intertwined together over my stomach--never had I felt more in tune with myself. I heard, felt, could hear myself breathe. A breeze never smelled so sweet. And the sky never looked so inviting. The clamor of reality simmered to a low buzz in my head, and all there was in this space was myself and a person I kept dear next to me at the time. It felt like an eternity before the sound of a bell broke this peace, signaling us back from the comforts of dreamworld.

And no, there were no animals. Just clouds.

The box in which I kept my middle school things... I doubt I'll return it to it's place in the garage. But I shall close it eventually because it takes a considerable amount of space in my room. However, it's also been a considerable amount of time ever since I first closed my mind on the past. At least, on the good things. (And here I was wondering why I always thought of the bad things.) Without the good balancing the bad, what do you turn into I wonder?

What we call 'life' passes by so quickly without us noticing because the concept of time is an illusion. But I'm sure you all know or have considered it as such at times.