Oops...

I meant to put this at the end of the last post, but it was eight years long.

Song to Dramatically Run To

And this came up as I was working, 8tracks just has that feature I guess. I didn't get to listen to all of it, but it sounded lovely.

My Favourite Instrumentals Of. All. Time.

Listen and enjoy

Tequila!!!

Okay. I'm on a little bit of a break, I lost steam, whatever you choose to call it. So to get my groove back I'm going to a) keep listening to this playlist I Stumbled, because it pwns b) stare at my screen for a minute and come up with a topic to blog/blurb/ramble about and c) try to figure out what I want to do tonight, because for those of us not of Mexican descent, it's Cinco de Drinko. Although why any country would want to celebrate a defeat is beyond me.

Let's see...
Oh.
I know.
The ultimate Girl Topic and a fairly important "Writer Topic"...

Boys/Men.


I love men. I also kind of like girls, but that's another subject for another day. But, I love me some men. Find me the right one and I can have fun for days. And I don't mean the bedroom kind of fun either, I mean the stay-up-all-night-running-around-town-drinking-booze-eating-in-dives-smoking-cigarettes-and-weed-listening-to-brilliant-live-music-jam-in-the-mosh-pit-watch-the-sun-come-up-and-just-barely-make-it-to-the-bed-pass-out-in-a-tangle-on-the-couch kind of fun. Someone that can keep up with me and test my stamina kind of fun.

It's those kinds of men I love to read about. It's those kinds of men I love to create and write about. Those wild, adventurous spirits that sweep you off your feet and never let you touch the ground again after are, in my opinion, perfect. They can be sweet and doting one minute, the next it's a barfight with some guy. And the sex, when you get to it finally, is pretty damn good.

Sadly, I don't think you see very many of these archetypes in literature today. They're a bit more concerned with sensitive, sparkling vampires and nerds (not that I'm complaining one bit about nerds finally getting their due). Most people prefer to make the volatile type the bad guy, the abuser, the evil ne'er do well who takes advantage of a lily white maiden and introduces her to a a seedy underworld of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll and steals her innocence. Am I right?

I'm sorry, but when has anyone EVER complained about sex (rape is the exception, I'm not stupid)? Drugs, meh, I can see where that's a bad thing. But there is absolutely nothing bad, immoral, or wrong with rock 'n' roll, if you disagree I want a five-point essay with VALID points to your argument and works cited with at least three sources. I'm not kidding.

All of this psychobabble is to explain how I try to create the men in any story I write. I try very hard to make them un-boring and kind of challenging. I, as an aware and aggressive female, enjoy the challenge that particular kind of man creates and want to be able to portray that man in a more positive light. It's not to say I spend every other page hating on sensitive guys, cause I love me some snuggle buddies. Just be prepared to have a very strong love-hate relationship with a couple of my male protagonists.

Forcing Through A Block

Werks.

No really.

It werks.

And I know I'm spelling works wrong. Get off me. I'm going to go write some more.

I Have Recommenced

Or at least tried to. Sometimes if I just pick up a pen and start going, that lazy Muse of mine wakes up and does her job. Other times it's like pulling teeth and I just get frustrated.

So here goes. I'll keep posting things that inspire, random opinions, poems, and the like. Who knows? Maybe when I'm done with this particular streak of words, I'll type up another few paragraphs.

On A More Serious Note...

Original Post

On this day, twelve years ago, thirty-seven people woke up in Columbine, Colorado, thinking it would be any normal Tuesday. Little did they know, their lives would be changed forever. In fact, thirteen of them would die that day, long before their time. The students of Columbine High School were unaware that they would be witness to the most brutal high school shooting in American history.

Dylan Klebold (left) and Eric Harris (right) were eighteen years old. At this young age, they were also responsible for the deaths of twelve students, and one faculty member. Twenty-one others were injured by their assault. These two young men were deeply troubled individuals with access to 9mm assault rifles, and the properties required to make bombs.

On April 20th, 1999, Harris and Klebold arrived in seperate cars on campus. They set off bombs in their high school’s cafeteria at 11:17 AM. As people escaped at approximately 11:19 AM, the pair opened fire on the unsuspecting victims.

At 11:29 AM, after fleeing from a sheriff, Harris and Klebold moved to the school’s library where they shot at and injured/killed 34 people. They left at 11:42, marking the end of the massacre.

At 12:08 AM, the pair returned to the library, where they committed suicide. Dylan Klebold, 17 years old, killed himself with a single shot in the head. Eric Harris, 18 years old, swiftly followed, shooting himself once in the mouth.

In the span of 49 minutes, countless lives were changed forever. Two young men, that suffered from depression, disturbances, aggression, violent urges, and above all, bullying, lashed out. Lashing out even seems like too understated.

Cassie Bernall, Steve Curnow, Corey DePooter, Daniel Mauser, Daniel Rohrbough, Rachel Scott, Lauren Townsend, Kyle Velasquez, Kelly Fleming, Matt Kechter, Isaiah Shoels, John Tomlin, Coach David Sanders, Dylan Klebold, and Eric Harris all died on April 20, 1999. These people had lives, loved ones, and futures. None of them will ever get to grow old and die of natural causes, and have many life experiences that we take for granted.

Please never forget, and please remember, your actions towards others have repercussions. So treat everyone around you with respect

Happy 4/20

Original Post Here

We are Stoner.
We go to work everyday.
We've thought about life more than you can understand.
We've values that you overlook.
We are the ones who hold your hair while your poison ejects itself.
We are the ones who can talk to the cop, since you can't even stand.
We are prosecuted by those who are jealous of our zeal.
We don't need help or your opinion, or that new fancy liver.

We are understanding, compassionate and forgiving. If the laws changed tomorrow, we would not hold spite for all the years or harassment.
We are joyous, happy and outgoing. Not only do we love the greatness we have found in life, but feel compelled to share it with you as well.
We are dependable, chivalrous and loyal. We don't smoke to much pot and accidentally screw our best friends girlfriend.
We are accepting, trusting and doubtless. Ethnicity? Race? Social status? Don't worry about all that, sit down and have a toke with us.

W will not give up. We will survive your trials. We will endure your lies. And sooner or later, we will win.
We are all together. We all accept each other. We are all one.
We are Stoner.

Once Upon A Time...