Urges.

Ever since I had that sex dream, I've had this uncontrollable urge to do naughty things with my boyfriend. It's driving me nuts. I want to see him so FUCKING BADLY! I've been very impatient all day long, waiting for something to soothe my desire. He's not online, so that's making things harder for me to cope with. I also have this troublesome headache that just won't go away unless I go rest my body on my lovely bed. ughhhhhh...

In other news, I've been looking into the whole Twilight book series. The fact that it's a love story got my attention but the moment I read the draft for the latest installment of the series, I just felt repulsed at how it was written. I don't care if it's a draft, it sucks.

Oh well, that won't be stopping me from reading the first book. I need to see what the fuss is all about. I've always wanted to read a book that was heavily trashed!

Candice

Candice was a sweet girl. She grew up being a straight A student and had two close friends named Kati and Elise. She aspired to become a lovely news reporter or something cool like that. She knew that someday her dreams would come true and that she would go live in the city, away from the suburban life that she despises. Kids here don't particularly care about being good or becoming a valedictorian. All they live for are the joys of life! Which to them means: sex, drugs and outrageous parties supplied with alcohol and endless teen drama. Thankfully, Candice wasn't part of all that shit. She stayed away from those nasty crowds. She didn't want to end up like those losers with no futures. Her mother also made sure that she hanged out with the right people.

It was the first day of school and the teacher had already given them an assignment. Candice and her girlfriends were all in the same grade, grade 9. They were very excited to get started on their homework. It was simply a report on what you did this summer. Easy right? Of course it is. Candice knew that it was just some ploy to get to know your students a bit better. Teachers don't really do that anymore, apparently this one still does it. How corny of him. His name was Mr. Owells. He never gave out his first name. No one knew why. But if word ever got out, then he'd be pretty pissed off at whoever scattered the news around. Some think that it's some nasty word and Candice believes that it's Dick. Not the prettiest of names, but it's better than not having one at all!

Lunch break was over and it was time to return to class. Candice was in a hurry and the only hallway that she could take that wouldn't make her arrive late is pass through the one where all the people she loathed hung out. Some called them the Mean Kids, others called them the sluts with no lives. Either way, they were bad people and if you dressed like a loser they would make sure that you knew.

"Hey... wutchu' doin' here?" said one sleazy boy while holding a cigarette.
"Uhm... you're not supposed to smoke indoors." Candice regretted saying.
"Oh really? WELL WHO FUCKING CARES!?" he said, as he threw a fit.

Candice was scared, she wanted to leave, but the boy was so tall and dangerous looking. He approached her and spat on her gorgeous clear skin face.

"Get out of here, you ugly bitch." he said as he walked back to his spot, leaning on a locker that wasn't his. He probably always made fun of the person who wanted to get to their locker. Oh those kids were mean, very very mean. She hated them so much. SO SO much.

Candice left, running to class. She almost got in late. The bell rang the moment she sat down. Soon after, her friend Kati noticed a tear running down on her lovely cheek. She didn't say anything, but continued looking at her with a much concerned look in her eyes.

Her troubles with those mean kids would continue for the rest of the school year. How awful.

On a spring day, after school, Candice rushed home. She ignored her mother's pleasant greeting and headed straight to her room. She was crying. Poor thing. Her mother knocked on the door and asked her if she was okay. She screamed, proclaiming that some mean kids have been harassing her. Her mother was furious. How could someone be hurting her little girl? HOW?! That's just horrible. Her mother phoned the school demanding that these kids stop harassing her daughter. The principal had no idea such things occurred in his school. What was he? STUPID? C'mon! We live in a society where kids are cruel and teachers could care less.

The following day at school, Candice tried so hard to avoid those mean kids. But her efforts were so futile. It was pointless to try and avoid these tiny little bastards. They would come find her and terrorize her friends by calling them names, pushing them on the ground, kicking them as they tried so desperately to get up and just run away from it all. Bullying is horrible. Candice was in pain, she couldn't believe she got her friends involved! She yelled at them, hoping that they would leave her friends alone. Afraid not, sweetheart. Those teenagers will not leave you alone until they've found a new prey. You're their toy and they're going to keep playing with you. Sucks to be you.

The same boy who made a mockery of Candice pointed at her and started laughing at how pathetic she was. Boy, was she pathetic. Candice couldn't do anything about this. Her friends were crying and innocent bystanders could of cared less. They didn't want to intervene, are you crazy?! They would of gotten their asses kicked or something.

Candice was confused. Her lower lip started to tremble. She couldn't take this anymore. She rushed away from the scene. Her friends were confused. Why was she leaving? Candice just ran away. She wanted to get away from it ALL.

Her mysterious departure lasted for hours, days, weeks and then years...
She never came back. Never. How so? Where did she go? Did she die? Did she end her life? How sad. How very sad. She didn't have to run away. She could of solved her problems. There were so many ways to solve her issues. But no, all she could think about was to run away. Being a coward was her only solution. Her mother never heard from her again...

Misty Rhymes

She thought she had magical powers. Boy, was she ever wrong! The girl had been playing too much Final Fantasy these days. Summer was the time for kids to go outside and play with their school mates, instead she lured herself inside her dark and dainty room and played the endless game series from hell. HELL I TELLS YA!

Her mind was set to save the world! Who could of believed in such crazy things? This 12 year old girl kept on playing and playing and then at the tender age of 21, she realized that she'd been wasting her entire teen life on some mindless, blubbering game that had no end in sight!

"CURSE IT ALL!" she yelped.

She came out of her room, and saw the light! The light of day, the light that would shed no more dismay on her dark and lonesome days in her coffin like room. She felt trapped in there, SO SO trapped. But she was free, she set her fragile mind free!

Free to discover the beauty of the earth, the carefree jitter of birds and lovely breeze that would soon brush her hair that had not been cut in years. Her long awaited days of redemption were here! Now she could shake away any remaining lethargy in her. She was all set and then it hit her, she didn't know where to begin! She was sad, devastated and full of anger. She was angry at herself for not taking the chance to live her life to the fullest. But she knew that it wasn't too late to fulfill her dreams. Her dreams to become someone great, someone special, someone who could change the world! Or cause havoc, who cares.

So she decided to walk around the neighborhood. She then saw a boy, a boy whom she recalled was named Lance. Lance had long blond hair, he loved to tussle his hair around. He felt so sexy when we walked around with his blue shirt, unbuttoned. Misty was amazed at how confident this boy seemed. Yep, she sure was amazed. BOYYYYY was she ever amazed. She decided to go see him, sure it was totally awkward and felt like a non sequitur but it was worth it. He was confused, he didn't know why she came up to him. What the hell was this girl doing? Trying to talk her way into getting a date with this buffed up guy.

"So, will you go out with me?" she said with an alluring look in her eyes.
"Uh, why should I go out with someone like you?" he remarked.
"Becauuuuuse, I'm Misty Rhymes." she said while batting her eyelashes.
"Alright. I suppose I have nothing better to do."

Misty was pleased, very pleased. Now, all she had to do was to get ready. Misty asked her mother to help her get all dolled up for a fantastic, life moving, evening! She had a plan of her own, a plan that would make her feel ALIVE! So alive, that she would feel reborn again! Her mother will not approve of what she'll be doing to Lance, but who gives a fuck about what mom thinks?

Okay, so the night came and Misty was ready to woo Lance. Because we both know that there's no chance in hell that Lance would woo Misty.

"You look great"
"I know."
"Thanks."
"Now die."
"What?"
"haha, just kidding!"

She playfully said, in her mind. That's right. She was planning on killing the poor boy. She didn't know who he was but damn, it was time for her to feel the fun of being a true warrior, like in those Final Fantasy games she'd been playing for years and years.

After the romantic dinner and mediocre action movie, it was time to end what could of been a lovely date but she just had to ruin it. First, Misty told Lance that she had a good time. Afterward, she didn't even wait for his reply. She just pulled out a gun that she'd been saving for years to use on a real victim. Lance was confused. He didn't know what to do. WHY? WHY WAS SHE POINTING A GUN AT HIM? At his beautiful body!?

She didn't think twice about what she was about to do. BANG BANG! Poor Lance, he was bleeding and sobbing. He collapsed in the middle of road and before he could say his last words a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution hit him! His body was crippled, his head was crushed and blood drenched the road. Misty laughed as she held her head up high! She was pure evil. PURE PURE, evil.

No god, no saint, no DEVIL could control her. She was in a category of evil no other could be part of. A sad night for Lance and triumphant one for Misty, it was.

She walked towards her house and as she crossed the street a Hyundai Genesis Coupe smacked her entire body at full speed! The driver wasn't respecting the speed limit, and so, Misty died.
Her death was quick yet very brutal.

PART WUN

Dearest lover,

I know that me being emo won't solve anything. Hell, it never did. That's why, I've decided to go on a mysterious journey. A voyage that will take me to places unknown. I'll meet the most interesting people, the strangest creatures that loom in the night. It will be dangerous at most, but I am sure that once I am through this journey, I will become a better and more fulfilling person.

It will be a long voyage, but don't worry, I'll send you letters. Only letters. No technology will accompany me. Nothing will. I'll just have the clothes I wear today and shoes that I'll be wearing tomorrow.

I don't know when I'll return. That is a mystery. I'll only come back once the time is right. Maybe I'll never come back. Who knows...

With love, mysterious dweller.

A mysterious dweller, she was. She looked down to her carpet and saw a sea of hair. She had been losing hair. At school she would ponder and a strand of her would appear on her desk. She would brush it away and would get back to her thoughts for the rest of the day.

She was ashamed of it all, not being pretty enough. Not being smart enough, NOT EVEN BEING HAPPY WITH HERSELF! She would try to act cool to fit in with the right crowd, but they never accepted her. She recalls being friends with the most popular of girls, but in the end the friendship was a lie. An evil lie. The outcome was horrid. Hazing, insults, rejection. She despised her first two years here. She couldn't even act her own age. Once, the teacher decided to present a video on sex education. She laughed. That's right. SHE LAUGHED. The other students mocked her immaturity. She was merely laughing at how stupid the video was. It was a sad day indeed, because it was the day that she realized that kids weren't going to be acting their age anymore. She was right. She now sees little 9 years olds dressing like their freaking Madonna or something like that. What the hell happened to playing with Barbies or laughing at the word penis and vagina? Are they gone? Will her kids end up like that? HELL NO.

Then middle school came along. She thought things would be much, MUCH better. Afraid not. Kids were intimating, the word sex became more and more common. Girls had tits, she did not. She felt too young to be with such a crowd. Her locker partner wasn't the friendliest of locker partners, oh well, better than being with some overweight druggie. Her teachers were nasty, the lessons were half-assed and the people were raunchy. Garbage cans on fire, food fights that brought out laughter and drama that could last forever! It was crap, as she can recall. Utter crap. Kids were cruel. A boy would harass her, claiming that she should lick his dick. It made her cry. She tried doing something about it, but ended up failing. Thinking that he would stop in the second year was futile. After a peaceful summer she heard the same asshole say the same nasty words. She was scared and feared for her safety. Thankfully though, he stopped for some odd reason. Her second year in middle school wasn't as bad as the first one. She had a close friend and neighbor around to be there for her. Now that she thinks about it, she recalls those times as very good ones. They would both sing along to Green Day songs and bash 50 Cent. It was fun, but didn't quite last.

The only thing that she can say that was good about middle school is meeting certain people. People who have grown to become her closest friends. Okay just, one girl, but at least she's someone she can always turn to for help. Another girl she met wasn't always going to be number one. But she can't deny the fact that she DID have some wonderful moments with her in the first year of high school.

High school was much different. The atmosphere, the vibe was lovely. The students were nicer, the teachers were somewhat better and she was finally starting to feel like someone cared about her. Some of her friends may even say that grade 9 was the best year of school they've ever went through. She agreed. Then grade 10 came along, it was full of drama and funny bits. Her over the top, stressed out science teacher was always the laughing stock of the school. It was one of her happier school years, for not having that BITCH in ANY of her classes. Thank God. Then summer came along, oh how she dreaded that. Summer school scared the pants off of her. She cried, stayed up 'til precisely 3 AM, watching some lame anime called Peach Girl. Then she realized that summer school wasn't the most horrible of things. Her teacher practically gave them answers. Well, it sure felt that way.

And then she met a boy who would change everything...

Suicide Circle? Creepy? Fuck no.

It is important that I describe to you which movie I saw.
It was about mass suicide, in none other than Japan. The opening scene displays 54 high school students, holding hands and getting ready to jump in front of a train. The scene itself wasn't gory or disgusting but the message can be easily deemed a disturbing one.

The movie didn't scare me at all. Confusion may have gotten in the way of fear. Same thing happened to me when I saw Ju-On, another Japanese horror flick. I was too busy trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Never mind being scared. It's okay though. It's better not to be scared and stay up all night thinking horrible thoughts that could never come true. Paranoia can be evil D:

I should get back into the whole horror movie scene. Ahh... but I need a buddy. Marine used to be my horror film buddy. We would laugh and snicker at the site of bad acting and people screaming for their pathetic lives in mainstream horror movies. I saw The Ring in French with her. She was scared and I wasn't. I kept making fun of the damn thing. Then we got interested in the original Japanese movie that inspired The Ring, RINGU. That actually scared me, but not enough to make me wet my pants and cry to mommy.

The one horror movie I refuse to watch though... is well.. I rather not mention it. Just thinking about it freaks my me out and sends me to an instant state of mind where I constantly fear for my soul. Yes, my soul. If you know me well and you're smart, you'll know which movie I'm talking about. God bless you.


Now another thing I'd like to adress is why the hell there hasn't been a good horror movie out in recent years? The only ones that are actually memorable are the Ring and The Grudge. People actually remember those. There's also the SAW franchise, but who gives a fuck about those anyway? I heard the last movie was terrible, and apparently they're making a 5th one. Oh well.

I still need to feed my Audrey Hepburn phase, but the place where I rent movies only has two of her movies: Roman Holiday and Breakfast at Tiffany's. I saw both and I WANT MORE.

This is why I included the Audrey Hepburn DVD set in my Wishlist for this Holiday's season. :)
I want it and I'll get it. D:<

Short and Sweet.

That's all I can about the video my boyfriend sent me. The home is so nicely decorated. Looks like the ideal place to relax and have a good time with your family. Makes me rethink the way I want to decorate my future house. :o

In other news, Canada still hasn't won an Olympic Medal. I think I'm going to give up.

SO FAR AWAY... SO FAR AWAY...

Ahhhh, summer time, the time for a nice long and needed trip with your loved ones.

My boyfriend left yesterday and is now in Morocco. He'll be back in roughly a month and I was relieved to know that his plane landed safely. We'll be able to chat and make video calls. He told me it's going to be like we're internet dating. Ahhhh! Nooo!

I can't believe he's actually far away from me... and it's going to be like this for a month. I'm just hoping that I don't screw up and say something stupid on msn messenger and then we'll get into a MEGA argument. ;_; I REALLY DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN. I know it won't, it just can't. I WON'T LET IT HAPPEN. D:< YA HEAR?!

I can't believe he spent 9 hours thinking about me. NINE FREAKING HOURS! Ahh well, he still has to beat me. I thought about him for like... 5 days. A very sad five days as well, because that's when I was in Prince Edward Island. The weather was disappointing, I got my period, threw up and suffered with PAINFUL and AGONIZING cramps. It can suck having a vagina sometimes.
The trip wasn't all that bad. I ate a lot of Cows Ice cream (Mmmmm chocolate mint), saw the Mummy III: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor (which kinda sucked), ate some good seafood (Mmmm scallops, shrimps... no smoked salmon though) oh and I even got to see Breakfast at Tifanny's! Awesome movie, Audrey Hepburn is a master of the silver screen. :D My father was kind enough to get me her breakthrough movie, Roman Holiday! I still need to watch it, but I'm too busy thinking about my loooooverrrr. <3333

Have a good one, you're going to need it.