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  • Listening to: Another You - Of Mice & Men
  • Reading: The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
  • Watching: American Horror Story: Freakshow
  • Playing: basketball
  • Eating: gummy bears
  • Drinking: water
I'm not sure yet, but I'll probably make a new deviantArt account. There's nothing I want more than to be more active on here - because I really do love interacting, critiquing, and such, but it's hard for me to motivate myself to do that on this account. So, more than likely I will create a new account and of course follow all my old friends and everything, maybe to start out repost a few deviations. But I think it'll be best that way.

When I make it I will post it in my next journal. Be on the lookout :)
  • Listening to: Pittsburgh - The Amity Affliction
  • Reading: Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murikami
  • Watching: American Horror Story: Freakshow
  • Playing: basketball
  • Eating: cereal
  • Drinking: smoothie
Back from another few inactive months, here we are.

School has been a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I fact, its a hundred times better than last year. My creative writing class is amazing and I've been befriending a lot of the people in the class, which is making me unbelievably happy. We're working in poetry right now, which means yes- I have poetry to post. I super want to catch up with all my dA friends and give out some critiques stuff but I can't promise anything. Though, it IS my break right now so maybe I could squeeze in a few.

My other classes are fine and I have friends in all of them, as well as a lot of homework. But I've managed fine, except for in my advanced physics class, but that's a story for another day.

I feel like my every journal is here apologizing for being inactive but I feel like its a useless apology to give. All I can say is I hope to find the motivation to come on her more often and thank you all for hanging in there with me, I appreciate it.
  • Listening to: The Weigh Down - The Amity Affliction
  • Reading: The Maze Runner
  • Watching: Attack On Titan
  • Playing: basketball
  • Eating: French Toast
  • Drinking: orange juice
Well, here I am. You probably thought something happened to me but in reality I'm fine, just extremely inactive online. I thought you all deserved an update even though I've been neglecting all you so much, which I'm really sorry for. I haven't found the motivation (or, tbh, time) to come on here. In case you want to know, school ended almost a month ago. I've been unbelievably busy since then.

This summer, I've been swamped by basketball. Three days a week I have conditioning for two hours in the morning. In order to get there on time I wake up at 5:45. Twice a week I have practice and I have two games each week, except this week I have three games. This past weekend my team and I traveled to a tournament held at a college, where we played multiple games and attended different basketball events. I've been extremely tired lately, especially because the altitude was much higher than where I live here so I lost my breath easily.

This is my next to last week of basketball before Laeneris will be visiting me all the way from the Netherlands. She will stay with me for two weeks and we'll travel to different states and see many national parks. I can't wait to see her!!!

Other than that, Black Veil Brides just came out with tickets for their upcoming tour and I got a couple of them. Literally have never been so excited in my life, I can't explain how much I love all the members of the band and how much they've helped me!! :heart: I can't wait to see all them.

I'm reall sorry about the comments I haven't gotten back to and the deviations I haven't seen and the journals I haven't read. I'm not sure when I'll be officially back (if ever) but I think I'll still be floating around here for a while! I hope you're all well! :wave:

Happy Holidays!

Thu Jan 2, 2014, 7:52 PM


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So, like I haven't even posted a journal since before my birthday. Whoops. Sorry about that ^^;

I'm just going to skip to saying Merry Christmas and Happy New Years! Christmas was great for me - I hope it was for you as well.

As for talking about a New Year, I'm so glad 2014 is here. To be blatantly honest, 2013 was not a... how do I put this? It was a tough year for me. It wasn't horrible, but it was kinda sucky a lot. Let's make 2014 a whole lot less suck!

That's not to say I didn't learn some things and gain valuable experiences. I learned so much about myself and who I am and what my dream is. I learned who my real friends are and as well as losing some friends, I also gained friends that I hope to have for the rest of my life.

I experienced some things that taught me valuable life lessons. I know. CHEESY. But it's true, and that's why I wouldn't trade out 2013 for anything.

I'd say, for growing as a person, it was a productive year. And now I can put the past in the past and now think about the future! :dummy:

Right now I'm playing basketball so that's mainly why I'm not active. Maybe I can be after, but no promises there. I have things I CAN post, but who knows if I will.

I hope your lives are all as fantastic (or even better) as mine is right now! let's make 2014 the best year yet! :D

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Ninety percentHe is about sixty percent dead. Maybe seventy percent, it’s hard to tell.
His long arms hang loosely on his shoulders and his lips are cracked, chewed. His damaged blue eyes lifelessly scan the book that lies on the table in front of him. Even though so numb and cold, his eyes don’t fail to amaze the people that stare at him curiously. They have a fascinating sparkle and are filled with wonders, but it’s easy to see that soon the power will fade. With time he collects scars. And with those scars, his life begins to leak and disappear down the rusted drain.
His handsome face is hidden underneath dark shadows, gaunt cheekbones, and much too pale skin. His callused hands have scars across the knuckles and bruises line the side of his neck. He taps his foot, tap, tap, tap. Pause. He looks up for a second and the girl across the room catches his eyes. He averts her gaze and turns back to his book anxiously. Tap, tap, tap.
Study his long dark lashes, the effor
I'm Falling ApartNothing about Death is romantic.
Romance is not the cries of agony heard from miles away, the blood that seeps into the floorboards, nor the ropes that hang from the ceiling. Romance is not the hand that goes limp on a bed with white sheets… not screams of help in the moonlight.
Romance is slow dancing with no music, kisses after a fight, promises of the night.
But Death… Death is harsh, cruel, angry, and alone. So alone. His boney fingers wrap around the necks of the innocent and hardly ever the guilty. His teeth are sharp, his eyes are dark, his soul black and coated with the ones he reaps.
We grieve, we pain, we hurt, we suffer…
All because of Love.
Love is deep, dark, and vast like the ocean. My mother told me this once when I was small; she told me that while it makes some stronger, it can break others. Did it make me stronger? I have no idea. Am I broken? Maybe. Maybe I am.
And Anger grips us so tightly, with only the biggest efforts we escape.
Take my Hand... by writeacrossme Beach Baby by writeacrossme


  • Listening to: Fuck - Bring Me The Horizon
  • Reading: House of Hades - Rick Riordan
  • Watching: American Horror Story
  • Playing: basketball
  • Eating: pasta
  • Drinking: Diet Coke

Yeah I'm Still Here...

Fri Oct 18, 2013, 1:24 PM


Hi everyone!

So sorry I haven't been posting anything. I have some drawings I could post, but I don't know if I'll ever get to it :XD: As for writing, well I don't know if 'm really having a block... but I just am having trouble finding the energy to write something suitable enough to post. School really takes it out of me.

But for how life has been? School has gotten better. I don't have many friends, I mean at all. But there's two or three I like to hang out with so that's really all I need. I'm packed with homework everyday because I'm taking a lot of advanced placement classes :stare: Also, basketball season is coming up really soon here so I'm working out basically everyday after school with my team...

ANYWAYS! This week was a week off for me, and I celebrated my birthday a couple days back with my best friend. I got some iTunes money and bought two full albums, which beside the card she made me was probably the best part of everything because you have no idea how long I've been waiting for iTunes money!! We went to the mall and I now have an Audrey Hepburn phone case, three band T-shirts, and two new pairs of jeans. :P Everything besides the phone case came from Hot Topic which is pretty much the best store in this entire world, JUST SAYIN.

Other things have been happening but they're just not things worth saying here :shrug: I'm hanging in there with school, but I'm not really on dA that much. For that I am sorry.

In a few minutes I'm going to get my hair dyed. Not sure exactly what I'm getting, I might only get highlights not sure what to do. I'm thinking dark brown hair that is ombre, the ends and insides a light red but not sure yet.

I'm alive! sorry for neglecting dA, hope all is well for everyone else!

KISSES.


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Ninety percentHe is about sixty percent dead. Maybe seventy percent, it’s hard to tell.
His long arms hang loosely on his shoulders and his lips are cracked, chewed. His damaged blue eyes lifelessly scan the book that lies on the table in front of him. Even though so numb and cold, his eyes don’t fail to amaze the people that stare at him curiously. They have a fascinating sparkle and are filled with wonders, but it’s easy to see that soon the power will fade. With time he collects scars. And with those scars, his life begins to leak and disappear down the rusted drain.
His handsome face is hidden underneath dark shadows, gaunt cheekbones, and much too pale skin. His callused hands have scars across the knuckles and bruises line the side of his neck. He taps his foot, tap, tap, tap. Pause. He looks up for a second and the girl across the room catches his eyes. He averts her gaze and turns back to his book anxiously. Tap, tap, tap.
Study his long dark lashes, the effor
I'm Falling ApartNothing about Death is romantic.
Romance is not the cries of agony heard from miles away, the blood that seeps into the floorboards, nor the ropes that hang from the ceiling. Romance is not the hand that goes limp on a bed with white sheets… not screams of help in the moonlight.
Romance is slow dancing with no music, kisses after a fight, promises of the night.
But Death… Death is harsh, cruel, angry, and alone. So alone. His boney fingers wrap around the necks of the innocent and hardly ever the guilty. His teeth are sharp, his eyes are dark, his soul black and coated with the ones he reaps.
We grieve, we pain, we hurt, we suffer…
All because of Love.
Love is deep, dark, and vast like the ocean. My mother told me this once when I was small; she told me that while it makes some stronger, it can break others. Did it make me stronger? I have no idea. Am I broken? Maybe. Maybe I am.
And Anger grips us so tightly, with only the biggest efforts we escape.
Take my Hand... by writeacrossme Beach Baby by writeacrossme


  • Listening to: Carolyn - black Veil Brides
  • Reading: Lamb - Christopher Moore
  • Watching: Breaking Bad
  • Playing: basketball
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: Ice Sparkle or whatever it's called

School's Been...

Sun Aug 11, 2013, 9:26 PM


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If I told you school has been amazing, I'd be lying. I don't love it; I don't really like it either. I don't really hate it... but strongly dislike might be the term.

Nothing was what I expected to be. I found my classes pretty easily, my teachers all seem pretty cool, it's just that I have basically no friends in any of my classes, or in my lunch period. In fact, I though lunch would be great but turns out it's not. At all. I have like three friends in it and some other random people who sit with us for some reason, and I've never felt so out of my comfort zone. My best friend, who was in almost in all of my classes the past two years is not in any of them this year and I miss her so bad it hurts :( (Sad)

I don't like many of my classes; English is difficult (which is fine) but I know no one in it and the only reason I like it is because my teacher is great and really funny. I love, love, LOVE only one of my classes and that's Digital Media. We'll be doing digital drawings and photography and stuff... the teacher is so nice and I have two awesome friends in there and so far it's been so fun. Spanish stresses me out, Advanced Science stresses me out even more, Volleyball is filled with people I don't like, etc.

I have a ton of homework already, which I was HOPING to finish this weekend so I wouldn't have to deal with it this week. That didn't work out because long story short my online textbooks are locking me outside of my account and I need them for my homework. Stare I guess the main reason  I haven't been liking school is because I hate change and this year things have changed a lot. I miss my friends... I don't see most of them at all anymore I also avoid talking to anyone. Like, my teachers probably hardly know I exist because I just hide in the corner and avoid people. My parents are telling me to reach out but I don't want to... :iconsighingplz: sorry for this journal, I'm just complaining... but don't worry, I'll stop now. I just hope it gets better.

Thanks for reading through this stupid journal everybody :heart:
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Ninety percentHe is about sixty percent dead. Maybe seventy percent, it’s hard to tell.
His long arms hang loosely on his shoulders and his lips are cracked, chewed. His damaged blue eyes lifelessly scan the book that lies on the table in front of him. Even though so numb and cold, his eyes don’t fail to amaze the people that stare at him curiously. They have a fascinating sparkle and are filled with wonders, but it’s easy to see that soon the power will fade. With time he collects scars. And with those scars, his life begins to leak and disappear down the rusted drain.
His handsome face is hidden underneath dark shadows, gaunt cheekbones, and much too pale skin. His callused hands have scars across the knuckles and bruises line the side of his neck. He taps his foot, tap, tap, tap. Pause. He looks up for a second and the girl across the room catches his eyes. He averts her gaze and turns back to his book anxiously. Tap, tap, tap.
Study his long dark lashes, the effor
I'm Falling ApartNothing about Death is romantic.
Romance is not the cries of agony heard from miles away, the blood that seeps into the floorboards, nor the ropes that hang from the ceiling. Romance is not the hand that goes limp on a bed with white sheets… not screams of help in the moonlight.
Romance is slow dancing with no music, kisses after a fight, promises of the night.
But Death… Death is harsh, cruel, angry, and alone. So alone. His boney fingers wrap around the necks of the innocent and hardly ever the guilty. His teeth are sharp, his eyes are dark, his soul black and coated with the ones he reaps.
We grieve, we pain, we hurt, we suffer…
All because of Love.
Love is deep, dark, and vast like the ocean. My mother told me this once when I was small; she told me that while it makes some stronger, it can break others. Did it make me stronger? I have no idea. Am I broken? Maybe. Maybe I am.
And Anger grips us so tightly, with only the biggest efforts we escape.
Take my Hand... by writeacrossme Beach Baby by writeacrossme


  • Listening to: King For a Day - Pierce The Veil ft. Kellin Quinn
  • Reading: Mark of Athena
  • Watching: youtube
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: Klondike Bar hehe
  • Drinking: water

School Starts...

Wed Aug 7, 2013, 12:05 PM


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Yep, it starts. Tomorrow. :stare:

It's like this for a lot of schools, if I'm not mistaken. But I just really don't want to go... for plenty of reasons, including the part where all my classes are so freaking hard to find!! :noes: I'm gonna be lost :P I don't know most of my teachers, except one teacher I have for English is AWESOME. My oldest brother had her once upon a time and she really pushed him in his writing even though she apparently has a really hard class. I'm excited to finally be challenged in my best subject.

I'll let you guys know how it goes maybe Friday or Saturday... ugh I'm so scared :x But anyways, having school means the little time that I was active will be again limited. I'll try to stay on as much as I can and I don't know; it may be so easy it won't change the time on here. (though I still will be having basketball).

So, for the most part I've read most everything people have posted since my hiatus, even if I haven't commented on all of it. I hope I can keep up my activity. Wish me luck :heart:
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Ninety percentHe is about sixty percent dead. Maybe seventy percent, it’s hard to tell.
His long arms hang loosely on his shoulders and his lips are cracked, chewed. His damaged blue eyes lifelessly scan the book that lies on the table in front of him. Even though so numb and cold, his eyes don’t fail to amaze the people that stare at him curiously. They have a fascinating sparkle and are filled with wonders, but it’s easy to see that soon the power will fade. With time he collects scars. And with those scars, his life begins to leak and disappear down the rusted drain.
His handsome face is hidden underneath dark shadows, gaunt cheekbones, and much too pale skin. His callused hands have scars across the knuckles and bruises line the side of his neck. He taps his foot, tap, tap, tap. Pause. He looks up for a second and the girl across the room catches his eyes. He averts her gaze and turns back to his book anxiously. Tap, tap, tap.
Study his long dark lashes, the effor
I'm Falling ApartNothing about Death is romantic.
Romance is not the cries of agony heard from miles away, the blood that seeps into the floorboards, nor the ropes that hang from the ceiling. Romance is not the hand that goes limp on a bed with white sheets… not screams of help in the moonlight.
Romance is slow dancing with no music, kisses after a fight, promises of the night.
But Death… Death is harsh, cruel, angry, and alone. So alone. His boney fingers wrap around the necks of the innocent and hardly ever the guilty. His teeth are sharp, his eyes are dark, his soul black and coated with the ones he reaps.
We grieve, we pain, we hurt, we suffer…
All because of Love.
Love is deep, dark, and vast like the ocean. My mother told me this once when I was small; she told me that while it makes some stronger, it can break others. Did it make me stronger? I have no idea. Am I broken? Maybe. Maybe I am.
And Anger grips us so tightly, with only the biggest efforts we escape.
Take my Hand... by writeacrossme Beach Baby by writeacrossme


  • Listening to: Knives and Pens - Black Veil Brides
  • Reading: City of Fallen Angels
  • Watching: youtube
  • Playing: weight lifting
  • Eating: cereal
  • Drinking: water

100 Themes Challenge

Mon Jul 29, 2013, 5:14 PM


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If you're wondering about the 'have a good day' comments, please look here: alihutch.deviantart.com/journa…

I'm still doing the challenge I just wanted to let you know most of the pieces I uploaded that I said were a part of the challenge aren't anymore, I scrapped them :dummy: Why, you ask? Because I want to start over that's why. The only one I kept was Seeing Red because I was proud of it when I submitted it... not anymore, but I worked hard on it. I'll probably just edit it some based on some of the feedback I was given. And also, I'm getting somewhere in my rewrite of my novel. I don't know how but I am. Pretty sure the writing is a load of crap but at least I'm getting somewhere...

So anyways that's what I had to say. Talk to you all later! :D
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Ninety percentHe is about sixty percent dead. Maybe seventy percent, it’s hard to tell.
His long arms hang loosely on his shoulders and his lips are cracked, chewed. His damaged blue eyes lifelessly scan the book that lies on the table in front of him. Even though so numb and cold, his eyes don’t fail to amaze the people that stare at him curiously. They have a fascinating sparkle and are filled with wonders, but it’s easy to see that soon the power will fade. With time he collects scars. And with those scars, his life begins to leak and disappear down the rusted drain.
His handsome face is hidden underneath dark shadows, gaunt cheekbones, and much too pale skin. His callused hands have scars across the knuckles and bruises line the side of his neck. He taps his foot, tap, tap, tap. Pause. He looks up for a second and the girl across the room catches his eyes. He averts her gaze and turns back to his book anxiously. Tap, tap, tap.
Study his long dark lashes, the effor
I'm Falling ApartNothing about Death is romantic.
Romance is not the cries of agony heard from miles away, the blood that seeps into the floorboards, nor the ropes that hang from the ceiling. Romance is not the hand that goes limp on a bed with white sheets… not screams of help in the moonlight.
Romance is slow dancing with no music, kisses after a fight, promises of the night.
But Death… Death is harsh, cruel, angry, and alone. So alone. His boney fingers wrap around the necks of the innocent and hardly ever the guilty. His teeth are sharp, his eyes are dark, his soul black and coated with the ones he reaps.
We grieve, we pain, we hurt, we suffer…
All because of Love.
Love is deep, dark, and vast like the ocean. My mother told me this once when I was small; she told me that while it makes some stronger, it can break others. Did it make me stronger? I have no idea. Am I broken? Maybe. Maybe I am.
And Anger grips us so tightly, with only the biggest efforts we escape.
Take my Hand... by writeacrossme Beach Baby by writeacrossme


  • Listening to: Breath - Breaking Benjamin
  • Reading: City of Fallen Angels
  • Watching: youtube
  • Playing: um is weight lifting allowed to go here?
  • Eating: goldfish
  • Drinking: blueberry lemonade

Submitting

Sat Jul 20, 2013, 4:38 PM


If you're wondering about the 'have a good day' comments, please look here: alihutch.deviantart.com/journa…

So, I've been more active on dA lately. Trying to work on some critiques. I emptied out my inbox, though I can't say I looked through all the deviations. It was just too much, but I am trying to go to some of the people I watch to see their new deviations to comment and critique and stuff. :)

I am making some new art myself. I'm a bit hesitant on submitting writing anymore though... I'm not sure why. I used to not be very self-conscious about it but it now always feels like I'm handing a piece of myself to a ton of people, even if it isn't about me at all. So I'm not sure how much I'll submit in the future... but I have a few drawings to scan and submit here; while I was on vacation I drew some things around me ^^ I'll also be going on vacation this week, but I should still be online...

This is a sort of dumb update. :B I'll just go now... talk to you later! Love to talk, drop me some comments :)


  • Listening to: Numb - Linkin Park
  • Reading: City of Fallen Angels
  • Watching: Sailor Moon
  • Playing: Basketball
  • Eating: goldfish
  • Drinking: water

The Last of Us

Sat Jun 29, 2013, 3:27 PM


I swear this game will be the last of me. I CANNOT take the emotions it is giving me. :iconcryingplz: I don't really have enough money to buy it, so I'm watching Cryaotic play it. I haven't finished watching the game so no spoilers.

IT'S JUST THAT ELLIE AND JOEL!!! THEY'RE SO PRECIOUS AND I DON'T WANT THIS GAME TO END AND I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS BUT I WANT TO SAVOR THIS FOREVERRRRR :iconsobplz:

I think I might make some fanart of it.

God what an amazing video game.


  • Listening to: Battle Scars - Guy Sebastien ft. Lupe Fiasco
  • Reading: City of Ashes
  • Watching: The Last of Us
  • Playing: Basketball
  • Eating: goldfish
  • Drinking: water

It's About Time...

Tue Jun 18, 2013, 9:35 PM


Well, I guess I should make a new journal entry. :B

First off, I got a new journal skin cuz it's just so darn cute and looks like summer! :dummy:

But, I HAVE been half active. I still haven't gotten to many deviations (5629 still need to be checked) or any journals (1246, if you're wondering) but I check my profile every once in a while and stuff.

Looks like my summer is not as free as I thought it would be. Basketball is kicking my butt with conditioning, practice and games. In fact, I just got home from a game. I really thought I wouldn't like this summer, to be honest. I'm always tired, as in when I'm not working out, I'm at home sleeping. :iconsighingplz: And at first, I kinda hated it.

Now that basketball for me has gotten a bit more serious, I've come to realize something. Basketball, right next to writing, is my passion. And I honestly don't think I'm doing enough work. When I am weight lifting or practicing or running, I'm working my hardest BUT I want to do other things on my own. So, I'm committing myself to basketball everyday. I'm afraid this will leave little time for writing or drawing... and I'm sorry for that, but I really want to do this.

So please don't be upset at my rare uploading. I will still upload things, but it won't be as often as last year. I drew something I'm really proud of the other day... I also colored, but it was for a friend and I forgot to scan it before I gave it to her. :noes: Oh well.

So basically, in one word, my life is basketball right now. Something artsy is happening though: I'm getting an art studio!! My oldest brother moved out of the house like years ago, but since his room was big my other brother moved into it, and now the room he left is becoming an art studio! I will be painting it and putting a desk and a ton of paintings/art in it and yeah...

Well, anyways, how is your summer so far? I'd love to know, so leave a comment! :D


  • Listening to: Wait - M83
  • Reading: City of Ashes
  • Watching: Pretty Little Liars
  • Playing: Basketball
  • Eating: chips w/ queso dip
  • Drinking: water

The Assassin's Selection!!

Sat Apr 20, 2013, 9:38 PM


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Heyo! It's Alisyn here, if you didn't already know!

First things first: when I get out of school (just in a matter of weeks) I'll finally be checking up on all the deviations that I need to catch up on. Unlikely that I'll check any deviations before that summer comes in! :shrug: But don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the people I'm watching or any of my beloved friends.

Well, next thing is uploads I'll... upload. I have drawings... you know, created in math class and history, in the classes that I don't care about it. (don't get me wrong, I love history, but it would be better if the teacher wasn't so boring).

AND lastly, I'm going to continue The Assassin's Selection. After months. I may revise a bit more before I start completely continuing the story, but yeah that's happening.

That's all I have to say! See ya! :D


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She's Gone  He just sat there.
And he waited.
One, two, three, four, and then five days went by, and he hardly moved. Every day I took a walk, every day I saw him, and every day he sat on an old crooked wooden bench, a bottle of booze in hand and a gloomy expression crossed his face.
The bench sat across my house, and most of the time when I peered out the blinds of my windows he was still there. Every once in a while he'd leave, which told me he was actually alive, but for the most part, he stayed planted on that unstable bench, and I'm pretty sure that the bottle of booze he held didn't actually have any booze in it.
Every time I looked at him, my mind was plagued with the question:
Who are you?
For some reason, I felt drawn to talk to him – he was interesting. Tan, tall, slim yet muscular with a moderate amount of freckles, he had light brown hair that was slightly messy and fell over his forehead. He even had facial hair, well – scruff, he obviously hadn't shaved in days, an
I'm Falling ApartNothing about Death is romantic.
Romance is not the cries of agony heard from miles away, the blood that seeps into the floorboards, nor the ropes that hang from the ceiling. Romance is not the hand that goes limp on a bed with white sheets… not screams of help in the moonlight.
Romance is slow dancing with no music, kisses after a fight, promises of the night.
But Death… Death is harsh, cruel, angry, and alone. So alone. His boney fingers wrap around the necks of the innocent and hardly ever the guilty. His teeth are sharp, his eyes are dark, his soul black and coated with the ones he reaps.
We grieve, we pain, we hurt, we suffer…
All because of Love.
Love is deep, dark, and vast like the ocean. My mother told me this once when I was small; she told me that while it makes some stronger, it can break others. Did it make me stronger? I have no idea. Am I broken? Maybe. Maybe I am.
And Anger grips us so tightly, with only the biggest efforts we escape.
86. Seeing RedAnd I walked out the door. I walked straight out through the front yard, pulling a bag over my shoulder as Anna ran behind me, screaming frantically, "No! Come back! Kota! No! You can't leave, please!"  I didn't say anything, even. I ignored her, pulled out my car keys, opening my truck's hard beaten doors when she pulled down my arm ferociously, yanking me back. "Oh no you don't! I invested my whole life into you!" And then I told her what I had wanted to tell her for a long, long, time. I told her I mistakenly gave my life up for hers. I told her I didn't love her anymore. I told her that she was obsessive, clingy, and crazy. I told her it was over.
Then my world went black.

And white, bright. Bright, White. Then wide eyes… insane smiles. Laughter and a loud metal lock, bright red hair; freckles. I could never be sure, but I guessed this thing I kept seeing was a she. A girl. Anna; my Anna. Maybe. And I stood up, I tried to claw my way out the bright white room, but it proved
Take my Hand... by writeacrossme


  • Listening to: In the Cold I'm Standing - M83
  • Reading: The City of Bones (again)
  • Watching: Adventure Time!
  • Playing: Wii Fit
  • Eating: mini graham crackers
  • Drinking: water

I'm Kind of Back!

Tue Mar 19, 2013, 5:27 PM


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Yeah, I won't be on all the time like I used to be, but I will try my best :)

I hope everyone has been doing swell, I've been doing alright as I try to get through school without dying. I've drawn a bit, written some; I'm not sure what I'll post next. I have a story I may post for the 100 Themes Challenge.

I've been working on a novel, editing The Assassin's Selection (anyone remember that?)

I've been conditioning a lot lately for conditioning in basketball. I've been doing archery... I've gotten into singing, trying out some guitar. Tomorrow I'm going on a super shopping spree and Friday I'm getting my hair cut short with bangs :O

What's up with you all?

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She's Gone  He just sat there.
And he waited.
One, two, three, four, and then five days went by, and he hardly moved. Every day I took a walk, every day I saw him, and every day he sat on an old crooked wooden bench, a bottle of booze in hand and a gloomy expression crossed his face.
The bench sat across my house, and most of the time when I peered out the blinds of my windows he was still there. Every once in a while he'd leave, which told me he was actually alive, but for the most part, he stayed planted on that unstable bench, and I'm pretty sure that the bottle of booze he held didn't actually have any booze in it.
Every time I looked at him, my mind was plagued with the question:
Who are you?
For some reason, I felt drawn to talk to him – he was interesting. Tan, tall, slim yet muscular with a moderate amount of freckles, he had light brown hair that was slightly messy and fell over his forehead. He even had facial hair, well – scruff, he obviously hadn't shaved in days, an
NaNoWriMo 2012 - TAS Chapter 1HUNTER
People are loud idiots; I wish they'd all just shut up and move on with their lives.
I come to this conclusion as I sit in class, staring at the front of the room blankly. My teacher, Ms. Lively (who isn't lively at all) is teaching us about something I like to call hell. Writing.
You put a comma here, a period there, add in a few capitals and semicolons and you're good to go! I guess. I can do with science, I can do with math, but reading and writing, well you might as well kill me.
Plus, my teacher sucks. The kids in my class suck. It smells like sewage in that classroom, which sucks.
It just all sucks.
When the bell rings for lunch, I don't go into the cafeteria. I stay in the classroom. Ms. Lively leaves and I'm the only one left, flicking a piece of paper dully across my desk. Then, someone walks in the room, and the day couldn't get worse.
The person I used to call my best friend, Tabby… she just won't go away. I know this from experience. She thinks tha
86. Seeing RedAnd I walked out the door. I walked straight out through the front yard, pulling a bag over my shoulder as Anna ran behind me, screaming frantically, "No! Come back! Kota! No! You can't leave, please!"  I didn't say anything, even. I ignored her, pulled out my car keys, opening my truck's hard beaten doors when she pulled down my arm ferociously, yanking me back. "Oh no you don't! I invested my whole life into you!" And then I told her what I had wanted to tell her for a long, long, time. I told her I mistakenly gave my life up for hers. I told her I didn't love her anymore. I told her that she was obsessive, clingy, and crazy. I told her it was over.
Then my world went black.

And white, bright. Bright, White. Then wide eyes… insane smiles. Laughter and a loud metal lock, bright red hair; freckles. I could never be sure, but I guessed this thing I kept seeing was a she. A girl. Anna; my Anna. Maybe. And I stood up, I tried to claw my way out the bright white room, but it proved
Take my Hand... by writeacrossme


  • Listening to: Wait - M83
  • Reading: The Wave
  • Watching: Supernatural
  • Playing: Super Smash Bros Brawl
  • Eating: goldfish ^.^
  • Drinking: water

Now Just a Hiatus

Sun Jan 13, 2013, 4:27 PM


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I won't be on here much at all, it looks like. I don't know... I think perhaps I just need a little break from this site. I thought I would be coming on more even on the weekends but I just have found I don't have the drive for it at the moment.

I'll be back later, I'm just a bit upset because I pulled a muscle and it's just the start of the basketball season. I knew I pulled the muscle on Friday but I played anyway; now it has gotten worse and I don't know what to do.

Oh well. Talk to you all later.

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She's Gone  He just sat there.
And he waited.
One, two, three, four, and then five days went by, and he hardly moved. Every day I took a walk, every day I saw him, and every day he sat on an old crooked wooden bench, a bottle of booze in hand and a gloomy expression crossed his face.
The bench sat across my house, and most of the time when I peered out the blinds of my windows he was still there. Every once in a while he'd leave, which told me he was actually alive, but for the most part, he stayed planted on that unstable bench, and I'm pretty sure that the bottle of booze he held didn't actually have any booze in it.
Every time I looked at him, my mind was plagued with the question:
Who are you?
For some reason, I felt drawn to talk to him – he was interesting. Tan, tall, slim yet muscular with a moderate amount of freckles, he had light brown hair that was slightly messy and fell over his forehead. He even had facial hair, well – scruff, he obviously hadn't shaved in days, an
NaNoWriMo 2012 - TAS Chapter 1HUNTER
People are loud idiots; I wish they'd all just shut up and move on with their lives.
I come to this conclusion as I sit in class, staring at the front of the room blankly. My teacher, Ms. Lively (who isn't lively at all) is teaching us about something I like to call hell. Writing.
You put a comma here, a period there, add in a few capitals and semicolons and you're good to go! I guess. I can do with science, I can do with math, but reading and writing, well you might as well kill me.
Plus, my teacher sucks. The kids in my class suck. It smells like sewage in that classroom, which sucks.
It just all sucks.
When the bell rings for lunch, I don't go into the cafeteria. I stay in the classroom. Ms. Lively leaves and I'm the only one left, flicking a piece of paper dully across my desk. Then, someone walks in the room, and the day couldn't get worse.
The person I used to call my best friend, Tabby… she just won't go away. I know this from experience. She thinks tha
86. Seeing RedAnd I walked out the door. I walked straight out through the front yard, pulling a bag over my shoulder as Anna ran behind me, screaming frantically, "No! Come back! Kota! No! You can't leave, please!"  I didn't say anything, even. I ignored her, pulled out my car keys, opening my truck's hard beaten doors when she pulled down my arm ferociously, yanking me back. "Oh no you don't! I invested my whole life into you!" And then I told her what I had wanted to tell her for a long, long, time. I told her I mistakenly gave my life up for hers. I told her I didn't love her anymore. I told her that she was obsessive, clingy, and crazy. I told her it was over.
Then my world went black.

And white, bright. Bright, White. Then wide eyes… insane smiles. Laughter and a loud metal lock, bright red hair; freckles. I could never be sure, but I guessed this thing I kept seeing was a she. A girl. Anna; my Anna. Maybe. And I stood up, I tried to claw my way out the bright white room, but it proved



  • Listening to: The Only Exception - Paramore
  • Reading: Anna Karenina
  • Watching: The Lying Game
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: cheese stick
  • Drinking: water

Please be Patient!

Mon Jan 7, 2013, 7:05 PM


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Alright... so I have some bad news. Not horrible or anything, but it makes me a bit sad. :(

So uh.... as some of you know, I'm starting basketball right now. Which means most days (except weekends and Tuesday) I will have basketball practice. Which means exhaustion and going to bed earlier, which means a build-up of homework. As an add-on, my mom is upset because I hardly read anymore (guilty) and so she's making me read instead of go online before sleep. And that's when I reply to a lot of things.

I know a lot of you are sending notes and such... I just can't reply. I have so many messages in my inbox. I'll try to get back to you but it'll be difficult. I'll read most of them, but I probably won't get back to you right away. Emphasis on probably.

Even tomorrow, with no basketball practice, it'll be hard. Because of many things today I couldn't do any homework which means I have to do it all tomorrow. I may post a few things because my writing teacher is making me do a few things with some cool ideas, so that perhaps.

You'll probably have to wait for any comments, replies, or notes until the weekend. I'll do my best, I'm really sorry.

This week is what I like to call 'Hell Week'. My coach will be conditioning us, and after today I don't know if I can survive... *sigh*

Anyways, thanks for the understanding! :iconsweethugplz:

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:thumb340977243: She's Gone  He just sat there.
And he waited.
One, two, three, four, and then five days went by, and he hardly moved. Every day I took a walk, every day I saw him, and every day he sat on an old crooked wooden bench, a bottle of booze in hand and a gloomy expression crossed his face.
The bench sat across my house, and most of the time when I peered out the blinds of my windows he was still there. Every once in a while he'd leave, which told me he was actually alive, but for the most part, he stayed planted on that unstable bench, and I'm pretty sure that the bottle of booze he held didn't actually have any booze in it.
Every time I looked at him, my mind was plagued with the question:
Who are you?
For some reason, I felt drawn to talk to him – he was interesting. Tan, tall, slim yet muscular with a moderate amount of freckles, he had light brown hair that was slightly messy and fell over his forehead. He even had facial hair, well – scruff, he obviously hadn't shaved in days, an
NaNoWriMo 2012 - TAS Chapter 1HUNTER
People are loud idiots; I wish they'd all just shut up and move on with their lives.
I come to this conclusion as I sit in class, staring at the front of the room blankly. My teacher, Ms. Lively (who isn't lively at all) is teaching us about something I like to call hell. Writing.
You put a comma here, a period there, add in a few capitals and semicolons and you're good to go! I guess. I can do with science, I can do with math, but reading and writing, well you might as well kill me.
Plus, my teacher sucks. The kids in my class suck. It smells like sewage in that classroom, which sucks.
It just all sucks.
When the bell rings for lunch, I don't go into the cafeteria. I stay in the classroom. Ms. Lively leaves and I'm the only one left, flicking a piece of paper dully across my desk. Then, someone walks in the room, and the day couldn't get worse.
The person I used to call my best friend, Tabby… she just won't go away. I know this from experience. She thinks tha
86. Seeing RedAnd I walked out the door. I walked straight out through the front yard, pulling a bag over my shoulder as Anna ran behind me, screaming frantically, "No! Come back! Kota! No! You can't leave, please!"  I didn't say anything, even. I ignored her, pulled out my car keys, opening my truck's hard beaten doors when she pulled down my arm ferociously, yanking me back. "Oh no you don't! I invested my whole life into you!" And then I told her what I had wanted to tell her for a long, long, time. I told her I mistakenly gave my life up for hers. I told her I didn't love her anymore. I told her that she was obsessive, clingy, and crazy. I told her it was over.
Then my world went black.

And white, bright. Bright, White. Then wide eyes… insane smiles. Laughter and a loud metal lock, bright red hair; freckles. I could never be sure, but I guessed this thing I kept seeing was a she. A girl. Anna; my Anna. Maybe. And I stood up, I tried to claw my way out the bright white room, but it proved



  • Listening to: I Dreamed a Dream - Anne Hathaway, Les Miserables
  • Reading: Mark of Athena
  • Watching: Pewdiepie - Bully
  • Playing: basketball
  • Eating: Grilled Salmon
  • Drinking: WATER

Hullo!

Sat Dec 29, 2012, 8:13 PM


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Hello lovelies! Thought I would make a journal updating what's going on in my life.

First, I'm here to tell you all I had a great Christmas and I hope you all did as well! I got a bow and arrows, suspenders, a new speaker, and a hand me down 4th generation white iPod from my oldest brother :) My favorite part was watching my family open the presents I got them; it was great because they all seemed to love the things I got and it was just really awesome. Love to spend time with family ^^

I'm going to go out to a shooting range with my dad tomorrow with my bow, I just need to figure out what I'm going to name it. (Yes, I name inanimate objects!) And I have experience with archery luckily, just hoping I won't embarrass myself >.< Also, basketball season is coming up for me. I think I'm in shape; I just am nervous. Last year I almost got a concussion and my coach never gave me a break! D: Oh well~ gotta deal.

My friend Kat and I (she's not on deviantart) are FINALLY starting a collab we've been planning for the longest time :D Unfortunately, I'm not sure if I'll post the chapters, but I may post some art of it. I'll most likely put up excerpts here and there, though.

How have your holidays been?

Edit: Forgot to mention... the 31st of December is Kayden's birthday! Kayden is my most beloved character I've ever created... so I might draw something for him...

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:thumb340977243: EyesWhen I first saw her, the first thing that caught my eyes… were her own eyes.
They were gorgeous. Stunning, really. Deep brown, and yes, they were sad, full of wet tears that were just waiting to spill over her cheeks. But they showed something I had never seen before.
They made me feel something I had never experienced before.
I saw a girl full of fire. Fire that, if you tried to mess with it, would burn you down. I saw art. Creative, colorful, and free. I saw care. A person who would help anyone she loves at any cost, even if it meant anything at her own expense. Beauty. On the inside and out, so much beauty I thought it was a dream.
But most of all, I saw… emotion. So much emotion, so much, it even made
me feel something. I felt, for the first time, that I was alive, I felt, for the first time, my heart beat rapidly against my chest, I felt, that maybe I wasn't a monster, and for the first time I could feel real breath escape my mouth. I
She's Gone  He just sat there.
And he waited.
One, two, three, four, and then five days went by, and he hardly moved. Every day I took a walk, every day I saw him, and every day he sat on an old crooked wooden bench, a bottle of booze in hand and a gloomy expression crossed his face.
The bench sat across my house, and most of the time when I peered out the blinds of my windows he was still there. Every once in a while he'd leave, which told me he was actually alive, but for the most part, he stayed planted on that unstable bench, and I'm pretty sure that the bottle of booze he held didn't actually have any booze in it.
Every time I looked at him, my mind was plagued with the question:
Who are you?
For some reason, I felt drawn to talk to him – he was interesting. Tan, tall, slim yet muscular with a moderate amount of freckles, he had light brown hair that was slightly messy and fell over his forehead. He even had facial hair, well – scruff, he obviously hadn't shaved in days, an
NaNoWriMo 2012 - TAS Chapter 1HUNTER
People are loud idiots; I wish they'd all just shut up and move on with their lives.
I come to this conclusion as I sit in class, staring at the front of the room blankly. My teacher, Ms. Lively (who isn't lively at all) is teaching us about something I like to call hell. Writing.
You put a comma here, a period there, add in a few capitals and semicolons and you're good to go! I guess. I can do with science, I can do with math, but reading and writing, well you might as well kill me.
Plus, my teacher sucks. The kids in my class suck. It smells like sewage in that classroom, which sucks.
It just all sucks.
When the bell rings for lunch, I don't go into the cafeteria. I stay in the classroom. Ms. Lively leaves and I'm the only one left, flicking a piece of paper dully across my desk. Then, someone walks in the room, and the day couldn't get worse.
The person I used to call my best friend, Tabby… she just won't go away. I know this from experience. She thinks tha



  • Listening to: Ride - Lana Del Rey
  • Reading: my outline
  • Watching: Gossip Girl
  • Playing: with shading :D
  • Eating: chocolate cake
  • Drinking: water

Love Crusade

Wed Dec 5, 2012, 10:11 PM


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Okay, I'm making a journal for this like Laeneris did.

It is explaining to all of the people who come to my page from the 'have a good day' comments what's going on!

Well basically, I just decided I want to help spread the dA love, so I click on the random deviant button and comment on people's profiles to put a smile on their face, leaving them a comment telling them I hope they smile, have a good day, that luck comes their way, etc. I want people to feel welcomed on here because the Internet can be a scary place... :fear: It's not to get pageviews/watchers or anything like that, it's just to make people happy which is really nice. Not only does it give the people a smile it gives me one too when I see a positive response :meow:

I'm also not a stalker or anything, so please don't worry :P I'm just a teen girl spreading happiness across the internet! If you do have a problem with any of my messages for whatever reason please calmly note/comment to me and I'm sure we can talk/work things out, thank you :)

I hope I've managed to make some people happy! Goodbye for now! :iconfarewellplz:

The people currently participating:

1. writeacrossme (me)
2. Laeneris
3. Cranberry413
4. the-autumns-end
5. Plush-Fiend
6. HorrorpheliacHated
7. SurprisinglyAccurate

(I encourage you to participate too! It's nothing official, so you can just get right on started! But if you do start doing this you can drop a comment letting me know and I'll feature you in this journal)

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Edit:

I just realized I posted this at 11:11! Crazy! :D

New Edit:

There's an all new group to go along with this wonderful idea! If you're interested please look here: 

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:thumb340977243: EyesWhen I first saw her, the first thing that caught my eyes… were her own eyes.
They were gorgeous. Stunning, really. Deep brown, and yes, they were sad, full of wet tears that were just waiting to spill over her cheeks. But they showed something I had never seen before.
They made me feel something I had never experienced before.
I saw a girl full of fire. Fire that, if you tried to mess with it, would burn you down. I saw art. Creative, colorful, and free. I saw care. A person who would help anyone she loves at any cost, even if it meant anything at her own expense. Beauty. On the inside and out, so much beauty I thought it was a dream.
But most of all, I saw… emotion. So much emotion, so much, it even made
me feel something. I felt, for the first time, that I was alive, I felt, for the first time, my heart beat rapidly against my chest, I felt, that maybe I wasn't a monster, and for the first time I could feel real breath escape my mouth. I
She's Gone  He just sat there.
And he waited.
One, two, three, four, and then five days went by, and he hardly moved. Every day I took a walk, every day I saw him, and every day he sat on an old crooked wooden bench, a bottle of booze in hand and a gloomy expression crossed his face.
The bench sat across my house, and most of the time when I peered out the blinds of my windows he was still there. Every once in a while he'd leave, which told me he was actually alive, but for the most part, he stayed planted on that unstable bench, and I'm pretty sure that the bottle of booze he held didn't actually have any booze in it.
Every time I looked at him, my mind was plagued with the question:
Who are you?
For some reason, I felt drawn to talk to him – he was interesting. Tan, tall, slim yet muscular with a moderate amount of freckles, he had light brown hair that was slightly messy and fell over his forehead. He even had facial hair, well – scruff, he obviously hadn't shaved in days, an
NaNoWriMo 2012 - TAS Chapter 1HUNTER
People are loud idiots; I wish they'd all just shut up and move on with their lives.
I come to this conclusion as I sit in class, staring at the front of the room blankly. My teacher, Ms. Lively (who isn't lively at all) is teaching us about something I like to call hell. Writing.
You put a comma here, a period there, add in a few capitals and semicolons and you're good to go! I guess. I can do with science, I can do with math, but reading and writing, well you might as well kill me.
Plus, my teacher sucks. The kids in my class suck. It smells like sewage in that classroom, which sucks.
It just all sucks.
When the bell rings for lunch, I don't go into the cafeteria. I stay in the classroom. Ms. Lively leaves and I'm the only one left, flicking a piece of paper dully across my desk. Then, someone walks in the room, and the day couldn't get worse.
The person I used to call my best friend, Tabby… she just won't go away. I know this from experience. She thinks tha



  • Listening to: Kill Me - The Pretty Reckless
  • Reading: The Christmas Carol
  • Watching: The Walking Dead
  • Playing: my flute
  • Eating: split pea soup
  • Drinking: water

Writing Excerpt and a Hello!

Journal Entry: Tue Dec 4, 2012, 1:13 PM


I have a problem!

Okay, I need you guys to give me your opinions. (the people who have read my story) What is your favorite part of the story, and why? I have to give this excerpt to my teacher tomorrow in writing and it has to be my best/most exciting/awesomest piece of the novel. And people will be judging my writing harshly for feedback and I want the excerpt to be at least okay before I give it to some random person for editing.

I was thinking of handing in the one where Aless comes in and kills Jaxith, but if I eere to do that I kind of want to add more suspense and stuff.

Opinions please?!

P.S

I'm now doing the nice 'have a good day' thing that my friend Laeneris started. Just click on the random deviant button, comment of the deviant's profile wishing them good luck/day/ whatever to put a smile (hopefully) on their face!  Spread the dA love!

  • Listening to: Green Eyes - Coldplay Cover by Ivy and Gold
  • Reading: idek
  • Watching: Vampire Diaries
  • Playing: my flute
  • Eating: fruit snack
  • Drinking: water

50,000 words in a month is...

Journal Entry: Fri Nov 30, 2012, 3:13 PM


Hard.
Tiring.
Head-splitting.
Stressful.
Exciting.
Insane.
Fun.
Torture.
Amazing.

It's true, all of them, and I survived. :faint: I have to say... this month writing has been first on my priorities. Homework and sleep were at the bottom of the list, but I've managed to BS the whole month... and here I am. Really exhausted.

But I've gotten to know my characters so much. Jaxith, Hunter, Faiz, Noah, Mattie, Licia and Ace... things happened in my writing I never expected to happen. Ideas sprouted like beautiful blossoms. I learned a lot from so much writing... And I'm doing it next year.

I know I've already said this, but thank you so much to everyone who read the novel or just encouraged me... it meant and means the world to me, you have no idea. :heart:

Final Wordcount: 50,261

Now for some singing and dancing.

I believe the world is burning to the ground
Oh well I guess we're gonna find out
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come
Well I believe it all is coming to an end
Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend,
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come

  • Listening to: How Far We&#039;ve Come - Matchbox 20
  • Reading: NOTHIN
  • Watching: Vampire Diaries new episode
  • Playing: my flute
  • Eating: fruit snack
  • Drinking: water

I am HERE

Journal Entry: Mon Nov 26, 2012, 6:05 PM


Getting rid of that last icky journal - no hackers anymore, so it's all good. dA locked me out of my account for a day or so and I had to go through some stuff to get it back and now it's here. I'd like to thank Laeneris just because she's been so wonderful... she saved all my deviations and sent them to me just in case I didn't have them on my computer and helped me contact the Help Desk, etc. She's really so wonderful :)

So... anyways... 44,000 words so far into my novel, I'll update the latest chapters soon (I'll try to space out the time when posting, because I have a lot of chapters to upload) and I've finally reached that darn climax! :faint: After a few chapters here you'll see the book from ANOTHER person's POV. (No, I'm not telling who!) Yeah, so that's that. And by the way, to everyone who has been reading the chapters, I'd like to thank you all sincerely. It really motivates me and it really makes me super happy when you comment, favorite, etc. I love you all so much, so here's some hugs:  :iconfurryglompplz: :iconredbullglompplz: :iconslowglompplz: :iconglompageplz: :iconpumpkinglomp::icongwompplz: :iconsuperglompplz: :icontardglompplz:

Um... I have a debate coming up in reading, and I have to defend the topic I disagree with, and my partner won't help me with any of it. I'm really stressed about that right now ._. And an oral in Spanish on Friday, plus a test in reading Friday...

:stare:

But other than that, I'm good! How is everybody else? :)

  • Listening to: I Really F**king Love You - the Pretty Reckless
  • Reading: NaNoWriMo pep talks
  • Watching: not much
  • Playing: my flute
  • Eating: turkey soup
  • Drinking: water