another friggin new project
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satisfied (I wish there were a pic for awesome)
Current Music: "Fortress" - Pinback
So now thanks to xxsincerityxx my microphone has been put to temporary good use. Good news, people. You can hear me now :-D And that BETTER be good. Podcast...you are not so far away in the future. And you shall be titled "The Shit". And you SHALL be "The Shit".
Not to mention that I'm now addicted to Pinback. I turned into a slight whore on MySpace and added a bunch of bands, so my friend quota greatly increased. Yes. Musical whore. I don't even care.
So, have you noticed how fucking late it is? Cat, boo, I stayed up for too damn long. I just got finished with everything...4-5 minutes ago. Procrastination is a beast. And apparently, so is an entire conversation about food when 2 people are hungry. And me having Pringles and her having a craving definitely wasn't kosher. haha...
Crap, I can't have meat today.
So instead of posting more Barfight (I will try over the weekend), I'm going to try to get a new project out the way. It's a rewrite of one of the fics I had on Dreaming of Reality; (which should hopefully be back up soon) called Not Letting Go. The new one, titled "Soul of Ebony". Same basic characters, except a bunch of new twists and turns. I'm not done with it; I'm 8 chapters in, but I figured I might give you a taste of what Arlie is like. :-D
So here ya go:
Prologue
He loves her. She loves him. It’s an affair of the ages. But something dramatic comes along and screws it all up.
The best part about romantic movies in my opinion.
I mean, what’s the point of reading a perfect love novel? None. That’s right. It’s like reading a Disney transcript where everything turns out perfect. Sleeping Beauty always finds her Prince Charming in that fairytale world.
Well, screw that if that’s what they call true love. I don’t ever want to love if it’s going to be that phony crap.
I mean, love isn’t meant to be perfect. If it were, there’d be nothing interesting in a relationship. I certainly wouldn’t want love to be perfect.
I’d want it to be as close as it could get.
The bad thing about this damsel in distress is that she has no knight in shining armor to save her. Even if he could sweep her off her feet, she’d never give him her heart.
If only there were a fuck-up Disney movie to describe my situation.
I’m what they silently call the “bitch of the film industry” from anybody I’ve worked with. Yes, I’m young as well, yet 21 doesn’t mean anything in their eyes. I’m still the girl that picked only the good ones and had a flare for the extremely Oscar-style movies.
I wasn’t always this way.
Before becoming an actress, I was a humble, down-to-Earth 15-year old girl living in a small city in Pennsylvania, dreaming away of a singing career. I got through a year and a half of high school before they pulled me out. After that, I got bitter because I missed my family and friends so much and the life that they took me away from, so I ended up taking it out on everyone I saw.
I want to change, but it has yet to find me.
See, I’ve even been known to preach, “Love is bullshit”. I half-believe it. I’ve had a couple boyfriends and have been known to make guys cheat on their girlfriends. Some even go as far as saying I’m the female Colin Farrell with bigger balls. Don’t have many girlfriends of my own because of that. But I’ve never been in love and personally am afraid still of it.
I’ve never really given it a chance though. I mean, what would become of my reputation?
Putting down the novel I’m quickly getting depressed of reading, I press stop on my “Heavier Things” CD and close my eyes.
Ahhh…John Mayer can always soothe my soul.
From the first time I saw his video a couple years ago, I knew there was something special about him. His voice was gritty and soulful, beautiful lyrics poured out of his lips, not to mention that I’m a sucker for any guy that plays the guitar…
Now isn’t that sappy?
But I’ve heard so many rumors about his attitude towards women so that kind of turns me off. Not that I have any room to talk.
I mean, I am the princess of non-commitment.
John Mayer, of all people, was rumored to be on my guest list for my latest film’s premiere. I have no clue why, but he wants to show up. He called my assistant personally.
Maybe I’m more famous than I anticipated.
Secretly inside me, I’m excited he’s coming, but I’d never let anyone know. Besides, it’s not like anything would happen.
I’m too unlucky anyways.
I just manage to screw everything up because I close myself off with my bitch-ness. I would just screw everything up, just like every relationship I get into.
I always do. It’s like clockwork.
I’ve never been one of those knock-out beauties either. Not many people look past my appearance (or my attitude) to see the real me. He’s had so many beauties on his arm already, he wouldn’t want to dirty up his image with me.
Justin Timberlake already did.
I mean, that pissed me off in itself. We were walking together to the Virgin Megastore in the middle of the day, holding hands like friends do. Next thing I know, I’m plastered all over the tabloids and Cameron is calling me every name in the god damned book.
Shut up, woman. I’m not dating your man. Now leave me alone. I have better things to do…my nails are drying.
Too bad I wasn’t, though. I’m allowed to have my flings and fantasies, right? About Mr. Mayer as well. For him to fling his arms around me and serenade me…
Wow, what a far-fetched fantasy.
Sometimes I wish fantasies would come true. Like my far-fetched fantasy of being a star singer. But no! They had to feed on my overdramatic side that I wished would choke on itself and die already.
Too late for second chances, I guess.
But I guess it’s time to put everything aside and let you see this side of me that I speak so highly of. You won’t like her.
And neither will anyone else. Including me.
satisfied (I wish there were a pic for awesome)
Current Music: "Fortress" - Pinback
So now thanks to xxsincerityxx my microphone has been put to temporary good use. Good news, people. You can hear me now :-D And that BETTER be good. Podcast...you are not so far away in the future. And you shall be titled "The Shit". And you SHALL be "The Shit".
Not to mention that I'm now addicted to Pinback. I turned into a slight whore on MySpace and added a bunch of bands, so my friend quota greatly increased. Yes. Musical whore. I don't even care.
So, have you noticed how fucking late it is? Cat, boo, I stayed up for too damn long. I just got finished with everything...4-5 minutes ago. Procrastination is a beast. And apparently, so is an entire conversation about food when 2 people are hungry. And me having Pringles and her having a craving definitely wasn't kosher. haha...
Crap, I can't have meat today.
So instead of posting more Barfight (I will try over the weekend), I'm going to try to get a new project out the way. It's a rewrite of one of the fics I had on Dreaming of Reality; (which should hopefully be back up soon) called Not Letting Go. The new one, titled "Soul of Ebony". Same basic characters, except a bunch of new twists and turns. I'm not done with it; I'm 8 chapters in, but I figured I might give you a taste of what Arlie is like. :-D
So here ya go:
Prologue
He loves her. She loves him. It’s an affair of the ages. But something dramatic comes along and screws it all up.
The best part about romantic movies in my opinion.
I mean, what’s the point of reading a perfect love novel? None. That’s right. It’s like reading a Disney transcript where everything turns out perfect. Sleeping Beauty always finds her Prince Charming in that fairytale world.
Well, screw that if that’s what they call true love. I don’t ever want to love if it’s going to be that phony crap.
I mean, love isn’t meant to be perfect. If it were, there’d be nothing interesting in a relationship. I certainly wouldn’t want love to be perfect.
I’d want it to be as close as it could get.
The bad thing about this damsel in distress is that she has no knight in shining armor to save her. Even if he could sweep her off her feet, she’d never give him her heart.
If only there were a fuck-up Disney movie to describe my situation.
I’m what they silently call the “bitch of the film industry” from anybody I’ve worked with. Yes, I’m young as well, yet 21 doesn’t mean anything in their eyes. I’m still the girl that picked only the good ones and had a flare for the extremely Oscar-style movies.
I wasn’t always this way.
Before becoming an actress, I was a humble, down-to-Earth 15-year old girl living in a small city in Pennsylvania, dreaming away of a singing career. I got through a year and a half of high school before they pulled me out. After that, I got bitter because I missed my family and friends so much and the life that they took me away from, so I ended up taking it out on everyone I saw.
I want to change, but it has yet to find me.
See, I’ve even been known to preach, “Love is bullshit”. I half-believe it. I’ve had a couple boyfriends and have been known to make guys cheat on their girlfriends. Some even go as far as saying I’m the female Colin Farrell with bigger balls. Don’t have many girlfriends of my own because of that. But I’ve never been in love and personally am afraid still of it.
I’ve never really given it a chance though. I mean, what would become of my reputation?
Putting down the novel I’m quickly getting depressed of reading, I press stop on my “Heavier Things” CD and close my eyes.
Ahhh…John Mayer can always soothe my soul.
From the first time I saw his video a couple years ago, I knew there was something special about him. His voice was gritty and soulful, beautiful lyrics poured out of his lips, not to mention that I’m a sucker for any guy that plays the guitar…
Now isn’t that sappy?
But I’ve heard so many rumors about his attitude towards women so that kind of turns me off. Not that I have any room to talk.
I mean, I am the princess of non-commitment.
John Mayer, of all people, was rumored to be on my guest list for my latest film’s premiere. I have no clue why, but he wants to show up. He called my assistant personally.
Maybe I’m more famous than I anticipated.
Secretly inside me, I’m excited he’s coming, but I’d never let anyone know. Besides, it’s not like anything would happen.
I’m too unlucky anyways.
I just manage to screw everything up because I close myself off with my bitch-ness. I would just screw everything up, just like every relationship I get into.
I always do. It’s like clockwork.
I’ve never been one of those knock-out beauties either. Not many people look past my appearance (or my attitude) to see the real me. He’s had so many beauties on his arm already, he wouldn’t want to dirty up his image with me.
Justin Timberlake already did.
I mean, that pissed me off in itself. We were walking together to the Virgin Megastore in the middle of the day, holding hands like friends do. Next thing I know, I’m plastered all over the tabloids and Cameron is calling me every name in the god damned book.
Shut up, woman. I’m not dating your man. Now leave me alone. I have better things to do…my nails are drying.
Too bad I wasn’t, though. I’m allowed to have my flings and fantasies, right? About Mr. Mayer as well. For him to fling his arms around me and serenade me…
Wow, what a far-fetched fantasy.
Sometimes I wish fantasies would come true. Like my far-fetched fantasy of being a star singer. But no! They had to feed on my overdramatic side that I wished would choke on itself and die already.
Too late for second chances, I guess.
But I guess it’s time to put everything aside and let you see this side of me that I speak so highly of. You won’t like her.
And neither will anyone else. Including me.