filling up my head space with unnecessary rambles.
kinda making me lost a bit.
but i still know how to move electrons around properly, so all is not lost.
i know i've mentioned my xanga a billion times before.
what i haven't ever mentioned are the random ones i created under pseudonyms for the stories i wrote way back in the beginning of my relationship with the internet. found a couple earlier, so ridiculous.
here's an example of a reader name-insert one written in middle school:
That night they danced, danced, and danced till they couldn't anymore. They danced to songs like Frank Sinatra's "The Best is Yet To Come" to songs like, "My Boo." At one point in a Frank Sinatra song, which *Your Crush* knew each and every word to and sang in her ear, they danced so nicely together that they won the best couple! Not exactly Homecoming King and Queen, but cute nonetheless. Their sways and swoops and dives won the crowd, and only made *Your Name* happier.
After the dance they both drove off to *Best Friend*'s house. The two couples sat around and watched romantic comedies, ending the night with sleeping in sleeping bags around the living room.
The next morning *Your Name* woke up with *Your Crush*'s face hovered over her.
"Good morning, Sunshine." He said as he bent down and pecked her lips.
"Good morning! I'm hunnnnnngry! What's for breakfast?!" she asked rubbing her stomach and sitting up.
"Some yummy fluffy pancakes!" yelled out *Best Friend* from the kitchen.
"Mmmmm..." *Your Name* exclaimed and got up. She looked around, "Where's *Best Friend's Crush*?"
"Still asleep, notice the heap of blankets next to you?" said *Your Crush*, pointing to the spot on the floor.
"Ooh! Lets wake him up!" she said, kneeling down and tickling him.
"*Best Friend* stop it, you know I don't like being tickled!" he said eyes still closed. He opened one eye slowly, "HEY! YOU'RE NOT *BEST FRIEND* You just violated my rights!"
He shot up and *Your Name* could not stop laughing.
"Alright, pancakes are ready! LETS GOOOOOOOOO!" belted *Best Friend* from the kitchen.
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note the awkwardness of a person who's writing about going out with someone six years before they finally kiss a boy they like. also, everything from frank sinatra to "my boo"? wtf.
i can't remember a time i didn't write.
i really truly can't.
i remember the first time i was truly proud of something i wrote. it was a poem about how i caught a crook who stole a book with just one look. i was in second grade. my teacher made me rewrite it in big letters and put it up on one of the walls in the classroom. i remember my mom was so excited for me.
the first short story i ever wrote was when i was eight. it was right after my grandmother died and i wrote about us hanging out with each other, something i never really got to cherish growing up. i always thought about this because i was the youngest in my family and felt left out from the stories the rest of my family would tell about my grandparents. i think that was the first and only truly deep thing i ever wrote.
the first multipart story i wrote was with my friend liz when i was 10. it was a story about this little girl named mary who had a sleepover and got kidnapped by a neighbor when she and her friends went on a walk. the neighbor was a witch who turned her and her friends into dolls and they were trapped in her kitchen. it was fully illustrated, printed white paper pasted to orange construction paper, and we wrote chapter titles in glitter glue across the page.
ever since it's been goofy romantic stories, creating characters that couldn't possibly exist in my life because they were so eccentric, embodying only my random interests and the romantic interest could only have green eyes, and could only have long-ish dark brown hair, and they could only have these hands. only these beautifully constructed hands that never not wanted to be occupied with a pen, or a violin, or a drum stick, or paintbrush. and they'd never stop talking about how much they love harry potter, or how they wish liz lemon were a real character, or how they think even stevens is the best show ever. i never finish these stories. unless you count college life, which i can't bring myself to, because it's so awful. amusing, but so bad. and anyway, that was when i was 13.
i think i've written 15 bs pieces since then, all fallen by the wayside.
this year, just one of my goals is to:
finish a story. be confident enough to let someone read it in full and take any criticism necessary. and it's going to be awesome. i'm going to self-publish it. not on a grand scale, just print it out for myself in the way i'd want to get it printed if i were an actually good writer. this one i'm working on currently would be written in a multimedia format, with drawn pictures, pop up notes, actual photographs, etc.
random to note for myself:
first places i posted my ramblings online---
2003 was a grand year.
e-libs, the WB Harry Potter forum where I (drumroll please) role-played as a Cho Chang who actually didn't go for Harry but rather George Weasley! HA! (mind you, this was before Half Blood Prince came out, I just wasn't into Harry and Cho) or an original character that liked Sirius, three separate xanga accounts, and then finally, the last place where i've written some lovely fluffiness is on this blogspot (who liked my beyonce and jay-z fanfiction?)
