Mental Ramblings of a WannaBe RealGirl

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HI,
I finallly have a day off thanks to the stomach flu! Idk If I’ll ever be able to eat again. I have added more to my plater since I last posted.. My job, School, Track, and Taekwondo. I live so it’s all good. I think I’m going to continue to write my book I havent work on it in months, if you even knew I write… I do just not well. Dallas and I need to hang out and watch Zombieland together or something because I need to see her.  Hummm I really have nothing to say except.. live is not what I thought it would be.

The snow is falling on my face, cold and stark

I travel through this abyss, of white, all negative space

There is peace here, the kind that makes one cry,

If you cry the tear will turn to ice, and so will my heart.

For no fear do I have in this wood,

It never grows dark just quit, the bark of the tree

Is still, and leave a chill in its wake,

No even the sun can warm you now.

With out fear and in peace

 I wonder on in dusk alone

From that dawn I have traveled

Never moving out in time it seems,

This is not one of those dreams,

This is a memory of the past

A shadow on my soul that was cast

And the only sound in the alternate reality

The crunch of my boots on the white world

My breathe is heavy and I see it before me

Could it be my soul? Is it the end here in this peace?

The eternal kiss of frost on my face

I vanish forever in this negative space

While the snow flakes fall on my face

Dear readers,

Sorry I haven’t posted anything in like ever. I am in all honors classes at school, and have gotten myself the most horrible job in the world. I have to work after school from five to ten, and don’t get to leave until eleven thirty! I finally get to sleep at like one in the morning, and wake up at five everyday! Help me please…. I hate it!!!!

I barely get time to breathe anymore, and I find myself dreading the coming days. Then I have to go to school and erg, wow I’m just one person! I work as a cashier at an anonymous fast food restaurant, and I can’t seem to do anything right. My manager always yells at me and I am so sick of I want to hurl. The only reason I haven’t shoved my job back down their throat and walked out is because it’s my first job, I want money, and I’m waiting for a clothing shop to open near my house!!!

We I have to go shove my head through a wall repeatedly!!!

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The Inferior Interloper

Dear Readers,

  She is sitting in the dark so melancholy.
Her break from reality is ending and
the thought of rejoining the world is a
terrifying torture for one who as
already tasted its potency.

She is not who she really is
but the mask that shelters her fragile beauty,
would one trust the girl with the tentative smile,
and stilettos or the girl, that was forged with the warm smile
and slack clothing? Unloved do to the mask and indecision,
she is the looking glass. She feels estranged by all
and seal to none at heart.

Does anyone care does anyone know?
Does one really know the difference between her,
and her indication? The girl smiles, the girl laughs and cries.
She though can see through the lies of one
and all who say they enjoy her company,
but truly enjoy the gag if pretending,
and then secretly jeering at said girl.

Then there are the ones she can feel close to
the few whom really know the girl.
Unlike the boy who believes he knows her
and strings her along with his courting
then uneventful ness.
Nor the boy who loves her
and she is too blind to see.
Or does she sees,
but pretends to be blinded by indecisiveness.

What is truly poignant is that this girl is you and this girl is written about me.

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The Inferior Interloper  

Dear Readers,

Yes I am an author and unpublished writer so far, because I have never finished a book. I get new ideas and always move on before I even lay the cement of the book. This time I am determined to crack open my reasons for failing. Let me see I go to school five days a week all honors classes, so then I have hours of homework and when I’m done I want to relax. I also do Martial Arts, which is also good, because my book is about fighting. I suppose I could try to write everyday but schedules exasperate me to no end.  I am a free spirit, and I won’t really say I have ‘writers block’ its writer doesn’t want to have to write what she needs to write. It is the impossible goal but I will try to finish this book, by October 31, 2010! Halloween is my favorite day of the year so I owe it to myself to finish it, so as of now I have: roughly 388 days left on my journey. I will try hard because I have the book finished in my head and maybe that’s why I refuse to write it down. I will try with all my heart to finish this chapter by Sunday.

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The Inferior Interloper

I have just watched the knew Alice in Wonderland movie trailer, and would like to educate everyone on how the tale began. This has been directly taken from Wikipedia because I can not phrasee the story correctly in my own words but know it to be true:

Alice was written in 1865, exactly three years after the Reverend Charles Lutwidge Dodgson and the Reverend Robinson Duckworth rowed in a boat up the River Thames with three little girls:

• Lorina Charlotte Liddell (aged 13, born 1849)
• Alice Pleasance Liddell (aged 10, born 1852)
• Edith Mary Liddell (aged 8, born 1853)

The three girls were the daughters of Henry George Liddell, the Vice-Chancellor of Oxford University and Dean of Christ Church as well as headmaster of Westminster School. Most of the book’s adventures were based on and influenced by people, situations and buildings in Oxford, England and at Christ Church, e.g., the “Rabbit Hole” which symbolized the actual stairs in the back of the main hall in Christ Church.

The journey had started at Folly Bridge near Oxford and ended five miles away in the village of Godstow. To while away time the Reverend Dodgson told the girls a story that, not so coincidentally, featured a bored little girl named Alice who goes looking for an adventure.

The girls loved it, and Alice Liddell asked Dodgson to write it down for her. After a lengthy delay — over two years — he eventually did so and on 26 November 1864 gave Alice the handwritten manuscript of Alice’s Adventures Under Ground, with illustrations by Dodgson himself. Some, including Martin Gardner, speculate there was an earlier version that was destroyed later by Dodgson himself when he printed a more elaborate copy by hand (Gardner, 1965), but there is no known prima facie evidence to support this.

But before Alice received her copy, Dodgson was already preparing it for publication and expanding the 18,000-word original to 35,000 words, most notably adding the episodes about the Cheshire Cat and the Mad Tea-Party. In 1865, Dodgson’s tale was published as Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by “Lewis Carroll” with illustrations by John Tenniel. The first print run of 2,000 was held back because Tenniel had objections over the print quality.^[3] A new edition, released in December of the same year, but carrying an 1866 date, was quickly printed. As it turned out, the original edition was sold with Dodgson’s permission to the New York publishing house of Appleton. The binding for the Appleton Alice was virtually identical with the 1866 Macmillan Alice, except for the publisher’s name at the foot of the spine. The title page of the Appleton Alice was an insert cancelling the original Macmillan title page of 1865, and bearing the New York publisher’s imprint and the date 1866.

The entire print run sold out quickly. Alice was a publishing sensation, beloved by children and adults alike. Among its first avid readers were Queen Victoria and the young Oscar Wilde. The book has never been out of print. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland has been translated into 125 languages. There have now been over a hundred editions of the book, as well as countless adaptations in other media, especially theatre and film