Creeper Story

Today we will meet. Kyle Marshall will finally find out who I am. He will realize we are meant to be. We are perfect for each other.

Right now I can't see him in the coffee shop, where he works. Annoying morning customers block him from my view. Usually women hurrying home after a one night stand. Theird skirts too tight. Their shirts disheveled.

Every once in a while I see his red apron peek our from between the flirty women. He pays them no attention, yet always acts cordial. Sometimes he smiles after a polite laugh. When he smiles his right eyebrow arches gracefully. I can faintly see the scar on his forehead.

Generally his hair covers it up. Straight blonde hair. Most people wear it horribly, but Kyle is naturally beautiful. His dark brown eyes are what draw in most women. They are powerless against his charm. Stuttering fools.

Usually this bench, right outside the big window, is the best. I'm here every day except when it rains. Four months and 16 days so far. I've watched him longer than the other two boys. We have a connection. I can feel it. Except she's in the way.

She's waiting for him now.

She's just like a barbie doll. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tiny waist, and a cosmetically enlarged chest. It's standard for any girl trying to catch his eye. Giggling idiot. How dare she touch him like she is worthy of him?

It's time.

People are clearing out. Now is my opprotunity. Before the girl steals him away. It's only 25 steps to the counter.

"Hello Kyle. How are you?"


Another story I wrote for Creative Writing. Lot's of fun(: Have to admit I haven't actually stalked someone though.

Sonnet

Oh, beautiful is the morning today
So I watch you wake slowly to the light
And all I could want is that you will stay
Even if it is only for one more night

Warm sunlight slants across the quilted bed
Quiet mummers escaping your soft lips
I would rather be one hundred times dead
Than never be felt by your fingertips

How lucky am I to be here with you
Open your gorgeous eyes and you will see
We shall never part if you only knew
You are my world, how much you mean to me

We can replicate tonight's ecstasy
If you say yes and spend your life with me


This was a sonnet I wrote for my Creative Writing class. Extremely frustrating, it took me 4 hours. Each line should be 10 syllables long.

An Endless Search

I have a confession to make, and it will raise me to some of the highest rankings in Nerdism.

I love the perfect word. If you can take an entire phrase and condense it down into a single word, it's perfect. We have all all had those moments where a certain word is at the tip of our tongues, but we can't spit it out, and it drives us nuts. Festering curiosity.
That right there would be every body's personal case of Nerdism.
But I take it to the extreme. My best friend at times is my thesaurus. I have a hard time writing with out one. Once I was stuck on a sentence for 10 minutes trying to think of that perfect word. Ridiculous? Of course. But I enjoy it.

Spoken Word.

My favorite class this year has been Creative Writing without a doubt. I have learned many interesting things I can do with writing I never would have thought of. Now we are getting into a new topic called spoken word. Let me tell you this, I am more nervous than ever for it.

To start out let me explain spoken word. It's intense. Like poetry reading with a kick. YouTube it ;)
The easiest thing to speak on is yourself. To start off the teacher had us write a list of things about ourselves. Interesting things of course. To be honest it wasn't very hard. I have lots of strange little quirks; however, I feel the most interesting things about me are the things I hardly tell anyone. Not because they are bad, I just don't tell people all about myself all the time.

So what should I do. Write it really interesting, and finally get out of my shell? Or keep it simple. After all it is only an assignment.

Iowa = Pro Gay What about Minnesota?

I'm going to step on a few toes with this blog, even though I'm trying to tread softly.

I read in the newspaper Iowa is now recognizing gay marriage. It surprised me, so now I have to start think about what I would think if it came to Minnesota as well. It has been on my mind A LOT for the past week.

Personally I think relationships should be between a guy and a girl. It's not at all a religious thing, I just think that's the natural course of things, and it should stay that way.

However that's not the way the world works. People love to push the envelope to show their individuality. People want to stand out and express their opinions. That's perfectly fine, if it isn't forced on other people.

If gay marriage is recognized in Minnesota I wouldn't agree with it. I'm not going to discriminate either though. I have no problem with the person, just their decision.

A gay couple's PDA would make me more uncomfortable, and cause more of a scene than a straight couple's would. But there is no way to justify forcing them to keep it behind closed doors.

Everybody has a right to be who they choose to be. We don't all have to agree, another part of individuality. As long as either side doesn't take it too far.

Radical Ideas

I have realized a lot of my opinions are not accepted by the general public. Like if I actually shared them with people I would be shunned. It's a little frustrating. I do believe if one person thinks something, and doesn't force it on others, it's ok. My opinion isn't going to make an impact on anyone. If I was racist and didn't act on it EVER it's alright. I would have my reasons. Obviously being really open, and rude about it is unnecessary. That's not true by the way.

I don't know it's just been bugging me. Maybe there is someone in the same boat as me.

I'm completely sane, yet this happens

Last night I had the strangest dream ever. I woke up completely freaked out. This is it:

Somebody came to my house and shot me 6 times. The detail I remember is ridiculous. Like I know he just killed someone else because his gun barrel was still hot. He effortlessly pinned me to the closed door. And he smelt like fresh dirt in a disgusting way.

I remember how I tried to protect myself by holding my hand up to my heart, even though I knew it wouldn't help. The guy had dark black hair and wore black leather gloves. He covered my mouth with it and muttered "shut up or you will die." I stopped struggling but I knew it was a loosing battle no matter how well I cooperated.

He shot me in the stomach. It didn't hurt though. I didn't cry or anything. My entire body was really warm, but that's all. Then he shot me through the hand and heart. Over and over. I did die.

Yet later in the dream I was sitting in on my own funeral. People were talking to me like I had never died, and I was freaking out on them. I couldn't make them understand I was dead. I watched myself being buried as well. Only everyone went home right after the funeral so I was the only one there.

First, I can't explain how emotional I got over that (in the dream). For whatever reason it just tore me apart. Lots of people say they want to be present for their funeral, but it's horrible. Absolutely horrible. People are supposed to say all that nice crap about you, but what if they don't.

As I was walking away from my grave someone came up behind me and asked to use my phone to text someone. Wordlessly I gave it to him. After he gave it back to me my phone started vibrating and text after text filled my inbox. They were all from the guy who killed me.

I couldn't have woke up faster. If you haven't had a dream you woke up crying from this one would have done it to you. I think what scared me the most was feeling like I had no control whatsoever over what happened to me. No matter what I did the course of events wouldn't have changed.

Tonight will just have to be better.

Cross Your Fingers.

I think it's back for good. I hope. Spring is finally here to stay, but I'm almost hesitant to enjoy it. As soon as I break out the shorts I just know the frosty air is going to come back.

Is this finally it? Are we going to be able to make friends with the sun again? Ugh I hope so...

MCA

I just finished the Reading MCA's yesterday. It's pretty simple. Read the story and answer some multiple choice questions. Every couple stories you have a written response.

First off I don't mind writing at all. What bothered me was how they set up their questions. They would say: find evidence this boy is isolated. It is basically their opinion, but we have to do the work to back it up. That's stupid if you ask me.

I understand it must be hard to think of fair questions for the MCA test, but this year I thought they were especially ridiculous.

How do you get in on the group that does all of that anyway?

Ugh.

At one point or another anyone who has ever put pencil to paper in a creative manner has experienced writer's block. It is the worst thing ever, beside shin splints. You can guarantee no homework will get done if this is the case.

Ironically the only way to get rid of it, is to write. Doesn't matter what it's about, just write. Unfortunately it isn't working for me. Three days now I have been fighting with this issue.

Personally I think it is just a state of mind. If you don't think you can write about anything, you won't be able to. Or it can just be reduced to an excuse.

Pushing through it can be the most frustrating thing ever. But with a little determination I hope I can do it. I hope.