Sunday, June 6, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
I have read the House of Night series of books - well, the ones that have come out so far - and I am a huge fan. My two favorite characters are Damien and Jack, and I am writing a FanFic of the two of them. The link for the story is above, and, although it would make more sense to you if you read the books and/or the entire "chapter", here is an excerpt from the first "chapter":
His expression became puzzled and concerned. “Is there something wrong, Damien?” he asked, concern coloring his voice.
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no, not at all!!” I insisted. “They’re so beautiful.”
He grinned widely. “Really? What are they?”
“Well, there are plugs… and ribbons... and bows…”
His smile got wider. “It’s me!!”
I smiled back. “It sure is. There are also swirls and gorgeous twinkling stars,” I told him.
He giggled and his eyes filled with curiousity. “Like yours? Can I see??” he asked me eagerly. Shaunee whipped out a mirror and handed it to him. I looked at her with a question on my face, and she shrugged.
“You never know when you’ll need a mirror,” she explained.
I laughed. “Of course!!”
"So true, Twin!" Erin agreed, and I turned to her. Erin had pulled out her own mirror, and she had it in her hand and was fixing her hair. Shaunee took it and began fixing her own hair, and I laughed at the Twin-liness of it all.
Chuckling, I turned back to Jack, my figure still bent over his body. He gasped as I held the mirror up for him. He stared into the mirror for a few moments, unmoving, then he grabbed the mirror delicately with the hand that had been strangling the sheet and looked at his face from all sides. He scooted up higher so he was in more of a sitting position, and he examined his new tattoos.
A new tear rolled down his cheek. “The stars and swirls… They’re just like yours.” He choked out. “We do belong together.” A round of tears fell down his cheeks, happy tears this time.
I smiled at him as I felt tears begin to roll down my cheeks. “That’s exactly what I thought. And exactly what I know.” I told him around my tears.
Monday, February 1, 2010
"Oh, you know who I'd love to see on stage together just once? Adam Lambert and any sense of personal restraint. Could happen. Anything could happen at the Grammys!!" -- Stephen Colbert at the Grammys last night. You want a lack of personal restraint?! I'll SHOW you a lack of personal restraint!! I will send you a very angry email. TAKE THAT. Poor Adam. Hope he's okay. He was probably like, "Hey. That guy said my name. Heyyyyyyy!!!!!" So rude. That's wicked rude. Does this guy do this often?
That's kinda wicked rude because girls have been doing what Adam did for a long time, and nobody's cared. I always tell people when the topic surfaces that if Britney Spears or someone had done what'd he done, nobody would've cared. Just another day in the life of celebrities. But nooooooooo, because he's a guy, let's get all upset about it!!! He doesn't regret anything. He said the only thing he regrets is that he didn't sing better. People ask him if he did it over, would he do it all different? He says he would sing better. So, yeah, Stephen. Maybe you should've thought about that.
"I don't feel like I owe anyone an apology... I did something female performers have been doing for years. All of a sudden a guy does it, and it's crazy. I do think there's a slight double standard." "I think the adrenaline kind of took me over... I admit and I'm kind of proud of the fact that I did get a little carried away. I had a good time and I was merely interpreting the lyrics of my song. It wasn't meant to piss anyone off, it wasn't meant to hurt anyone or cause any problems." "I'm sexual person, and maybe people didn't see that on American Idol... But now ... they do." --- All Adam quotes about the AMA performance. There are many more quotes, but all along these lines. See the first quote? We are in agreeance.
So, Stephen Colbert, if your this rude often, don't do it. It's simply not nice.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAMKrafp_T4 (can't embed it)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1Fqn9du7xo (can't embed it)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
If I were a month, I’d be October.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Thursday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be midnight.
If I were a planet, I’d be Jupiter.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dolphin.
If I were a direction, I’d be north.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a beanbag chair.
If I were a liquid, I’d be water.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be sapphire.
If I were a tree, I’d be a Charlie Brown tree.
If I were a tool, I’d be a spork.
If I were a flower, I’d be a weed.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be rain.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a harmonica.
If I were a color, I’d be yellow.
If I were an emotion, I’d be exuberance.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a pineapple.
If I were a sound, I’d be music.
If I were an element, I’d be krypton.
If I were a car, I’d be a Batmobile.
If I were a food, I’d be a pierogi.
If I were a place, I’d be a concert.
If I were a material, I’d be silk.
If I were a taste, I’d be chocolate orange.
If I were a scent, I’d be vanilla.
If I were an object, I’d be a disc.
If I were a body part, I'd be an eye.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a smile.
If I were a song, I’d be Keeps Getting Better.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be giant, epic boots.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
It was a dark and stormy night.
Well, not really.
That was just the eyeshadow. Dark Storm. It's got a real dusky sorta look to it, that I really like. I was putting it on now, when I heard the door crack open.
"Adam?" I heard my name called. I spun around, eyeshadow in hand.
"Are you ready to go yet?"
I spun back around to look in the mirror. "Not yet," I told him.
"Adam, you have to be done soon. We've got to go in," he checked his watch, "ten minutes!! Ten minutes, Adam, if we want to be at least sort-of on time."
"Hold on, hold on, hold on!!" I whispered.
Kris sighed. He walked over to me and handed me my eyeliner.
"Thank you!!" I cried, stealing it from his hand, putting the empty container of eyeshadow down, and working on a quick layer of eyeliner.
I heard Kris pace over to the back of the room and grab his coat. He sat down on the bed, and started tying his shoes. I finished my eyeliner, threw the pencil on the table, and jumped up. I stuck rhinestones around my eyes, for added effect. Spreading a quick layer of glitter across my face (and a little in my uber-styled hair), I slipped on my platform glitter boots, grabbed my sparkling knee-length trench coat/jacket, grabbed his hand and ran out of the room.
I heard him shut the door behind us as we sprinted down the long hallway. I started running backwards as I looked at him and smiled.
"How do I look?" I asked him loudly as I paced backwards.
"Fine. Turn around!!" his eyes went around me, so I spun around and almost ran into a stagehand carrying four Coke glasses. For the judges, I assumed.
"Hey!!" she shouted.
We skidded to a halt, and pivoted.
"What?" I shrieked, out of breath.
"You guys are on soon!!" she yelled at us.
"We know!!" we turned to run farther down the hall, but stopped when she yelled "Hey!!" again.
We stopped again.
"What?!" Kris shouted back.
"Can I have your autograph?"
Kris sighed, and we ran back to her. She pulled out a pad of paper, and I whipped out a silver-sparkle pen. Kris looked at me, his eyes saying, "What?". I just shook my head and signed her paper. I handed him the pen and he jotted down his name, sighing at my flourish of a signature.
"Thank you," she sighed. Kris hugged her quick and I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. We turned and ran back down the hall. We passed a wardrobe rack, and I yelled, "Stop!!"
Kris spun around. "What now?!"
I finally found my lucky polka-dot scarf!! I grabbed it quick, waved it in Kris' face, and tied it as I ran past him. I heard him sigh again, and he raced after me.
We finally reached the huge doors at the back of the stage. We both braced ourselves, and I tucked my scarf into my shirt.
"Hey," Kris said next to me. Breathing heavy, I looked at him.
"Yeah?" I answered.
"Good luck, man." he told me.
He looked down, then walked the quick steps to me and hugged me.
"Good luck," I whispered.
He pulled away. "Oh yeah!!" he yelled, getting pumped.
"Yeah!!" I shrieked up at the ceiling. We both started laughing, until we heard our musical cue. We heard Ryan speaking, and we heard our names.
"Here they are - our two finalists, Adam Lambert and Kris Allen!!"
I grabbed his hand, raised it in the air, and dropped it. I looked at him, he met my eyes, and I smiled. He smiled back.
The door raised into the air, and my hand flew to my neck, feeling the lucky scarf. The lucky polka-dots, black background, white circles, and one red circle - the "red" sheep of the bunch. Me.
I tucked it back in, and Kris and I walked out to pumping music and cheering crowds. We walked to the front center stage together, looked out at the crowd, and I looked at Kris.
Kris nodded. I grabbed his hand, as we had backstage, we threw our heads up to look at the sky, and shrieked, in unison, "WHOO!!"
"I think he's happier that he can be himself and it's nice, Adam is who he is and he's not afraid. I support him in whatever he does." - Kris Allen on Adam Lambert
"I was like, 'Oh, s***, they put me with the cute guy,' Distracting! He's the one guy I found attractive in the whole group on the show: nice, nonchalant, pretty and totally my type — except that he has a wife. I mean, he's open-minded and liberal, but he's definitely 100 percent straight." - Adam Lambert on [being roommates with] Kris Allen
I used some things the guys actually said (Adam) to describe things.