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Into the Stream
still sailin', just in calmer, shallower waters.
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New title, but it's still filled with the same old stuff. Smile

A little bit about me, even though you might already know me by now.

I'm twenty-six years old.

I like punk music, electro and even alt-country or anti-folk. Music is my biggest inspiration.

I'm into postmodern fiction. Bret Easton Ellis is my favourite author.

I'm rather fond of partying with people I love and writing about it in my 'novels'.

I start things I don't finish, but those pieces of work mean more to me than anything I've completed.

I'm over emotional, but I have a hard time expressing my emotions when they're not typed out or written down and that's the point of this blog.
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231.  YA!ID #753147 
Posted: 5-19-2012 @ 3:33 pm EDT 

I'm kind of on a YA kick right now.

It didn't help that when I went into Coles today the guy told me that my choices were awesome and recommended more...Oh man. haha.

I never finish reading a YA novel and feel the way I do when I read Bret Easton Ellis or Janet Finch or so on, but they're so entertaining that I can't put them down. Just like I stayed up all night reading Saving June. Six hours and I finished it. I only took a 4 hour sleep in the middle, so that I wouldn't die at work.

Saving June was a really good story actually. I read some negative reviews before had and I'm glad I didn't listen, because it turned out to be really good. I liked the characters. I understood why they did what they did. I was able to connect with the main character. There were a few things I couldn't connect to, but I feel that way with all novels [which is why I attempt to write my own].

I will let you know how these go as well.

 


230.  whoa!ID #753032 
Posted: 5-17-2012 @ 11:30 am EDT 

I thought they were going to revoke my chance to go to Mexico for a month, but they didn't! I'm so excited to shop and see the city. I want to see all these is to see. I want to do the touristy stuff. I want to get a tan. I'm excited about these things, I really am.

The only thing that sucks is that I'm working 9-12 hour days. I'm going to be exhausted when I get back. At least all the money I spend while down there will be paid back in epic over time. hahaha.

Plus, even though I'll be working I'll be doing it in Mexico! I'll be spending one month in a city I've never been too, meeting people I would have otherwise met. I will be training and learning new things myself. I'm excited about this chance. I really am.

Next week I'm going to start taking basic Spanish lessons. I'll get the women at work to help me. I want to be able to greet people with confidence. I want to know how to talk to people when ordering food or when shopping. I want to understand if the people I'm training are shit talking me. hahahaha. I will be the only non-Spanish speaking person there, so this should be interesting...

There is only two downfalls to this whole thing:
1] I have to dress business casual, but I only own jeans and hoodies.
2] It's going to be 3948204 degrees out and I have to walk up several flights or stairs, outside, to get into the apartment where we're staying. I think I will probably die. haha. We'll see.

I leave in a month today. EXCITED!
 


229.  writing.ID #752948 
Posted: 5-16-2012 @ 8:37 am EDT 

Well, this is what I've written so far. It's just the bones, but I'll get to hashing it all out in full soon.

Neither of us had said much since ascending the stairs. My thoughts were on the stability of the floor, thinking about how someone could ever let something get that bad, how anyone could just allow something they love to breakdown, to fall apart. My weight caused the floorboards to bend and creak. I told myself I would never let anything get like that. If I bought a home I would never let it fall apart. I said this out loud without meaning to. It wasn't until Sydney responded that I realized my words hadn't been kept for just myself.

"It's just the natural progression of things," Sydney said as he lifted a board from the ground. He tossed it toward a pile that had been started against the wall. I didn't know where the wood came from or why it was in that bedroom, but my thoughts didn't stay on that thought for long.

"It could have been kept up. Someone could have maintained it, kept its beauty, it..." Sydney raised on finger, silencing me. His eyes were on the ground. He'd found something in the rumble of the decaying house. He gathered something in his palm, his back to me. The floors didn't feel stable enough to support my movement across the room to his side. I stayed in my place as he turned with a smile on his face.

"Most things break down eventually, Cadence," he said as he moved toward me, his hand extending, but his fist clenched over what he had found. He stopped in front of me and said, "No matter how you try to keep things the way they were eventually it's going to fall apart whether you like it or not. But..."

We both stared at his hand. He was impressed with his find. I was curious what could be in his hand. It could be a bug. It could be just a piece of glass. I glanced up at his face, impatient and almost annoyed that he wouldn't just open his hand, wouldn't just show me.

"But," he grinned, "Every now and then you find something amazing in the rubble, something that can last forever."

He opened his fingers one at a time. The dramatics caused my fingers to fold into fists. I wanted to reach out, to pull his fingers open without all the hesitation, but I barely knew the boy. I didn't know how he would react. I didn't know if he would be mad or amused. I moved forward and looked down into his now open palm.

It was a small gold locket on a thin chain. It didn't sparkle or glisten like the gold of my mother's wedding ring. It had faded to a less lustrous brown. There was dirt collected in the design of tiny flowers and birds. I reached out a single finger to run it over the locket. It was beautiful. I couldn't understand how it had emerged from the disaster.


Description, description, description needed. I always just assume people see what I can see in my head. That's probably the hardest part about writing for me. Dialogue? Fine. Characters? Simple. Description? Kill me nowwww.

I don't think I talk about writing enough in this blog. It's something I do every day, but it's become so part of life that I almost forget it happens. At least until something I'm proud of pops out.

I don't think about the Mexico thing. I don't know if I'm going to go. I don't want to go alone, but that's what they're requesting now...I can't do it. I can't go alone. I don't speak the language. I will be scared alone in a city I don't know with so much violence happening there. I need someone else there to make me confident, to help me, to take my places to see things. That's the point of going, right? I told them if they can't send someone down with me then I'm not going. I'm putting my foot down about that. Plus, my family would kill me if I went alone. I don't have to worry about the cartel if my mom were to find out...lol.

Well, I have a lot of stuff to do today before work. Writing might be one of them. Smile
 

228.  hello saturday morningID #752743 
Posted: 5-12-2012 @ 8:16 am EDT 

"Get in, bitch. we're going garage saling!"

Grandma, my ex's mom and I are going to this epic garage sale. My old neighbour put together 25+ houses on his and adjoining streets. There's a lot of older people on that street. Perfect, I'm in! I'm looking for vintage art. Plus, I heard they're selling plants, having a bake sale, etc. haha. Is it weird that I'm excited?

I'm unshowered and tired as hell but I don't care. I'm going.

Other news, I'm going to Mexico for a month. Dudddde, I'm excited, but most people have nothing positive to say. Everyone is certain I'm going to get shot, raped, robbed, stabbed, etc. Thanks for the encouragement, guys! But I'm not going to allow myself to be scared. I'm going to Mexico and teach people to do my job, so that in time I will no longer have one...

Good thing I start school in the fall!

Okay, garage salin' time. Smile
 


227.  hmm.ID #752523 
Posted: 5-8-2012 @ 11:03 am EDT 

I don't know why I can't come back here and commit. I want to read blogs every day. I want to comment and keep up with everyone's lives.

I want to read short stories and even novels. I want to get connected with characters and help other authors the way I want help with my novels.

I want to do these things, but I think there are a few reasons why I don't.

I don't find the mobile app all the convenient. Writing.com has so many things that people use all the time and it makes it hard to compact it into a small little app. But I would do most of my reading/writing/reviewing on the app. But I can't. My fingers are always bumping another link or what have you. If I had an iPad life would be easier. haha.

Also, I find it hard to meet writers with a similar writing style. I haven't been able to connect with many people who can read my writing all the way through. I guess it takes a certain kind of person and as much as I love giving feedback I get discouraged if I don't get any back. I'm not asking for everyone I review to review me...That's not what I'm getting at, although I don't know how to explain what I mean right now. haha. Caffeine has yet to kick in.

I have a hard time reading sci-fi and fantasy. I wish I could. I wish I could get into it and appreciate it the way it should be, but I can't. I think this is why I have a hard time connecting with writers here. I think that's generally the people I meet. There don't seem to be any groups for the type of fiction I like the most. I want to meet transgressive fiction authors. That's by far my favourite to read. Transgressive fiction never ceases to amaze me. I just want more of it. haha.

Man, I always write in here when I should be leaving for work...
 


226.  project # 3920590238509ID #752154 
Posted: 5-2-2012 @ 11:33 am EDT 

i'm writing a short story collection, but the stories will all be based around the same small group of friends.

it's going to start with a death, a death of the main character that keeps all of the friends together. his death is going to cause everything and everyone to fall apart, drift away from each other.

it's not really the most original idea, but i hope the way i do it makes it completely mine, you know?

i hope i actually do this. i have so many other ideas i've been working on, writing, but they're not going anywhere.

i think this idea and all the details i have in my head is a really great project, but it could be one of the hardest thing i've worked on. it won't be continuous, so that may make it a little more difficult.

tomorrow i'm going to see La Dispute and i'm going to love every minute of it, i'm certain.

well, i must leave for work now. should have been 3 minutes ago though... Smile


 


225.  north country.ID #751853 
Posted: 4-27-2012 @ 10:37 pm EDT 

I'm up north. Goddddaaammmnnnn.

Honestly, I don't have much to say other than that, but I'm set on watching episode 2 of Girls and I can't do that with any efficiency because the internet here is fucked. Slow as a fucking snail. Instead of watching the kettle boil or the video to upload in this case, I'm browsing parts of the internet that I don't always have time for because they're inaccessible by my phone. Well, they are accessible, but not with ease.

I like my aunt's house. It's really nice. I love that when you drive down the road it's like you're in cottage country, except not the area with the massive cottages that are like mansions that don't even have trees on the property. I'm talkin' good little cottages with lots of space to walk around in your underwear. Woo.

I wanted a relaxing weekend and I'm getting it. That's nice.
 


224.  WTFID #751628 
Posted: 4-24-2012 @ 5:36 pm EDT 
Edited: 4-24-2012 @ 5:38 pm EDT 

Um...I think just over a year ago I wrote an entry here about a book I was looking for, that I had read as a kid. I think I mentioned a few of them [found one]. But one of the books I was thinking about went a little like this:

Some disease caused everyone over 20 to die. I think in the novel the oldest kid is like 18 or something. I'm fuzzy on the details since I was younger than 13 when I read this. Anyways, in the novel they have to rebuild. There is lots of extortion between the kids, violence and such. The main character is a young girl, who I believe has siblings that she's trying to protect.

It sounds a lot like this book that's getting a lot of attention in the YA world right now called Starters by Liasa Price. Sadly I can't prove this because I don't remember the name or author of this book. From the discription it sounds like the exact same story and that both intrigues me and bothers me a lot.

Sure, in the novel that I read as a kid there was no controling of teenage bodies or anything like that, but...I don't know, this just seems to close for my liking.

I wish I knew the same of the book I read as a kid. I mean, if I still think about it now, after all these years, it must have left some impact on me, in the kind of way Ender's Game did, but I found that years later.

Man, this is going to bother me until something bigger comes around to annoy me.
 


223.  music is my boyfriend.ID #751587 
Posted: 4-24-2012 @ 7:39 am EDT 

I was dreaming about dating some guy who I had nothing in common with.

Although it was a dream last night, this is basically the story of my life and the reason that things never go anywhere.

I don't think I will ever fully be satisfied with a boy unless he goes to shows with me and more importantly LIKES the music that's playing. That's really important to me. Seriously. I love music. It's a huge part of my life.

Where are grow up pop-punk boys when I need one?!
 


222.  hmm.ID #751210 
Posted: 4-18-2012 @ 11:11 am EDT 

I've been very social these past two weeks. I love it.

I've been hanging out with Andrew a lot. I'm worried about that. Every time we start to get close he screws me over, leaves me stranded in one way or another and we stop talking for six or more months. This is a common occurrence, but when he'd decided to be a good friend he's one of the best. It's so hard.

Meeting up with a girl I met through NaNoWriMo tonight to do some writing. We never get much writing done...lol, but sometimes the attempt inspires me. Hopefully that holds true for today.

I think I'm going to call in sick tomorrow. Only thing is, if I do that, then I need to do several hours of over time next week and I don't wanna. Man, I hate my job.

Speaking of which, I need to get ready. I'm sitting here with wet hair and in my pajams. Good thing I live a five minute walk away. haha.
 



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