It has been a while I suppose…

Alas, tis I, Bexxie.

Since Westy has posted the last two entries I fear that you have forgotten me dear blog.

But since of course you are nothing but html I guess I’m not that afraid after all.

Just a little pissed off since flickr is being slow.

Nothing life changing though.

Although I did write a bit of an idea for a novel. Want to read it?I thought so:

I always like to have a plan. I like things to always go to plan. So when I had to interrupt working on my assignment to go to the shops, to buy sanitary pads of all things, I was not pleased. Necessity is necessity though so I brushed my hair and left the heated comfort of my house and went to the corner store. I grabbed the pads as well as some chocolate and raced to the checkouts. I handed them to the boy behind the checkout, not really clocking that he was about my age and I suppose what would be the regular definition of cute. I didn’t notice, simply because I did not care. My main objective was to get the pads and get out.  

It seemed that destiny had other plans since when the guy tried to scan the pads instead of that regular little beeping noise the checkouts make, there was a sort of warped sound that indicated to me that something was not right. I squinted at the checkout guy’s name badge and held in a snort. His name was Doug. How delightful. “Listen is there some kind of problem?” I asked“Well it seems that this barcode is not scanning.” Doug replied with a grin. I was really starting to dislike him although I wasn’t sure why. There was an awkward pause until finally I spoke again.
“Are you going to do something about it?” Doug just grinned again. I was beginning to get the impression that he didn’t do much else. Holding back my urge to strange this imbecile I took a deep breath.
“Do you want me to get another one?” I asked, sounding more frustrated than I’d intended.

Yesh

That was unbelievably badly written

Proud?

I know I am. 

BECKY’S GOING TO COLLEGE IN CALI!!! 

(only Westy will understand that reference, but then she’s the only one who reads this anyways…)  

I made a pretty random looking edit, well two actually

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The idea is for me to eventually post it. But since my computer is being a slow piece of turd I shall have to wait.

(Ten Minutes later)

  

Sure I may have been exaggerating about the ten minutes… But I’m sure that this disturbiness makes it all worth it.

*cough*

And then I fell over and died…

Well Well Well. You know, I’ve noticed that I say well when I can’t think of anything else to say. I can’t think of anything to say because I’m completely zonked. Yes, I did just use the word zonked, but that’s the best word for it really so… yes. Well. Basically the dreams are back. It’s not nice having them back after so long. It’s really not very nice at all. In fact it is very unpleasent. But regardless I suppose there’s no point dwelling on the unpleasentness. Instead I shall just grin and bear it. Everything is okay. Plus I’ve the got the introduction for my novel…

When Rachel met Adam at a party she instantly knew that she did not like him. She instantly decided that he was not a nice person and made this judgement based on the fact that she did not like his shirt. That may have seemed like a superficial judgement, but once Adam had successfully managed to spill his drink all over Rachel she was sure that it was the correct one. Rachel hadn’t really wanted to go this party in the first place. However being the new student at the prestigious St Gerard’s High in the city meant that she really had no choice. On beginning her time at St Gerard’s Rachel had immediately been welcomed into the popular group. This group fitted the exact cliché of any popular group in any school in the western world. These girls were the embodiment of the three Bs; bitchy, beautiful and boastful. Rachel was immediately accepted despite that fact that she wasn’t the proud owner of all three of these qualities. She was accepted simply because of her older brother Trent. Trent was gorgeous to say the least. With his creamy skin, pale blue eyes and dark shock of hair he was every girl’s dream come true. So Rachel went to the part and at the request of the “queen bee” Stephanie she brought Trent along. Consequently she met Adam which is of course where this whole story began…

It’s still a bit dodgy and needs serious editing, but the general concpet is there. So I shall walk aroudn with a grin on my face today and pretend that I didn’t dream about it again and pretend that everything is okay. After all it is… kinda.

Yeh, I’m bored again…

 

I’m thinking of writing a novel. I’ve done this before so it’s not like a totally random idea, it’s just that I’m not exactly sure what it is that I want to write about. I was thinking of a story about a guy and a girl, you know. the typical teen novel thingy. I just need some names or something. I’ve got snippets of past stories that I’ve started but never finished. they’re pretty good snipets too. Like this one:

Sadie walked ahead, not noticing that Russel had stopped walking altogether and instead was reading her list. Russel began to run once he had finished reading the list over twice. When he caught up to Sadie, who had stopped by the duck pond, he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. Sadie spun around.

‘What the hell?’ she asked bewilderedly. In all the years she’d known Russel she had never seem him quite so mad.

‘What is this?’ Russel snarled, holding up the rather tattered list. All the colour drained from Sadie’s face.

‘You weren’t meant to see that.’ she said feebly. Russel groaned.

‘Come on Sadie, be a little bit more creative! I’ve just found this stupid list all about me, someone you’re supposed to be friends with, someone who you’ve known all you’re life and all you can say is that I wasn’t meant to see it.’ he yelled. Passers-by gave Sadie and Russel strange looks and for a moment Sadie imagined how weird it must look to all the people, heading off to work in their high-rise buildings, to see two random teenagers yelling at each other in the middle of the street. That moment passed and once again she repeated herself.

‘You weren’t meant to see to see that.’ she said, only more clearly this time. The repetition seemed to make Russel angrier.

‘Be a little bit more creative. Come up with an excuse. I’d love to hear it. I’d love to hear how I made the only girl I ever really liked hate me quite so much. Seriously Sadie, I’d love to hear all about it.’ Now it was Sadie’s turn to roll her eyes.

‘You know what Russ? Saying that I’m the only girl you ever really liked and trying to play the victim here won’t help the situation. I’m not the only girl you ever really liked. You can’t stand me! You made that clear from day one.’ Russel’s expression changed from angry to just plain sad.

‘I made that clear? I made that clear? No Sadie honey, that was you. You think you hate me, the truth is, you don’t even know me. You never bothered to try.’ Sadie shook her head. She grabbed the list and tore it roughly into little pieces and placed them in Russel’s outstretched hand. Then she spoke softly and somewhat sadly.

It doesn’t really make sense without the rest of the story, but I like it, being a big fan of the angry confrontation and all. I remember the last one I had… wow, that was EXTREME. I really loved that guy. He was so… right. Guess I was wrong though. But that’s kinda beside the point, and anyway it was nowhere near as extreme as the one in my story… But yes, I shall dedicate myself to writing a novel. I just need to get grips on my idea… I”m sure it’ll work out in the end.