New, Second Blog; ETC

I'm thinking about creating a secondary blog for "Where Plans Fall Down". How does that sound? I may also start putting up other things too. It might just turn into literary arts blog, or whatever the hell it would be called without sounding too uptight and crappy.

My thoughts on this:
1) I'm often unsure whether I want to update WPFD or write a normal blog post. This solves that.
2) Distinguishes types of posts more easily.
3) Allows for more creativity and other mediums.
4) Motivates me to update both and continue drawing?
5) I don't have to update WPFD as much if it's secondary. (I'm a lazy ass)

Sound good? Lemme know.


I got a really low grade on my history test. Maybe I should have studied...

I'm watching Iron Man again tonight! Turns out Giant (note: not Giant Eagle) has the RedBox DVD stuff too. I have a strange feeling the companies are related.


I need a direction in my life SORTA! I need to find an instrument, a sport, a club, an activity, a something that I actually do with my life. Lemme play some of my ideas off of my lovely audience of 3 people +/- 1 person (uncertainty).

Instrument: I could always pick up the piano again, we'll see.
Guitar
BASS guitar

Sport: This is going to be much more difficult; not because I can't play sports, but because I haven't in a couple years. Dammit SciOly and SA!
I'm thinking basketball, preferably JV. And that's it.

EDIT: NOT QUITE! Some martial art would be great too! :)

Club: I'm already in the lit. arts magazine club, Page. Good enough.

Activity: Seriously, what the f- else is there besides these? If you can think of something, hoorah for you. I guess a hobby would count, but it seems I have enough of those, especially those that don't go anywhere (drawing, blogging, thinking of ideas I never go through with)


Damn I suddenly want something with duck sauce. Why does this happen to hungry, growing children?!

Well anyway, I hope no one minds if I start saying damn or dammit some now. This post was a little damn-heavy, sorry. I'm just saying for general use (I feel so b-b-b-b-b-bad now)...


Well I really should move on with my life...oh wait. Blogging IS my life. Crap. Time to get married? That would really give me a life fast...O_O

Whatevs, screw it. G'night world, g'day Australia.

Where Plans Fall Down

Subtitled "My Mindful Friend Lives Mindfully"

*A short pretext from the author
I use the word scenario because I dislike "part", and "scene" implies a play. These scenarios will be based upon true stories from my life. As a note, the title is creatively crafted to coincide with my clever, confounding mind. These scenarios, and the whole they create (Where Plans Fall Down: My Mindful Friend Lives Mindfully) is written solely for the author's enjoyment and the enjoyment of the, albeit limited, interested audience. Shall we dance?

SCENARIO ONE: The Alley; Ah the Rain

As I stepped into the alley, the scene was set.

Of course I have to take the trash out when it's creepy...Then again, if I had just done it earlier when I was asked...
Carrying the trash bag and thoughts of murder, I bravely walked on. When I looked down, I saw the frightening shadows of trees blowing moderately in the wind. If I looked up, I saw the eerie orange street light and dark leaves blowing across them. At left was the garage and the unfamiliar joined outline of the four or five trash cans. Fine, two of them were recycling. Still creepy.

I managed to maintain my cool at 11:30 in a dark, rainy alley to put the trash in the can. That's when I had to turn around. Everything is always goes smoothly until you turn your back to the enemy. As I started to slowly walk back, I resisted the urge to nervously look back. However, whenever you resist one thing, another always pops up. Since I wasn't looking back, I began to accelerate as I walked toward the sidewalk. When I reached the sidewalk I could look down the alley, and I did. Nothing.
Wow, what is wrong with me? There's clearly nothing there. I was just down there!
When I got to the "home stretch", the last little bit up to the front door - hoo boy! That's when I ran. I had gotten the heebie-jeebies being so close to the door, and I high-tailed it out of there. I just barely survived an attack on my life by nothing!


Time jump: The next day
As I walked, Major spotted them first. The enemies had converged at the crossroads and were prepared. Three, no four, maybe even five of them, all sitting in the trees ready to ambush us. They saw that we saw them however, and quickly understood that since they could no longer ambush, they would lose. The squirrels had given up.

Time jump: Thursday, after school; the day before the alley
It had been raining on and off all day. Then, as we all were waiting to go home, the sun broke up with the sky, and the sky couldn't handle it. It poured.

It rained. Such a wet, cold, shivering experience of pleasure. The rain always comes, the rain always goes. But the rain doesn't always wash down our barriers. It did. It rained.

We were a smaller group now; people had been slowly dwindling away as their rides came, or as they left for meetings or sports. There was an awning several inches from us, but no one wanted to leave the group. So we stayed. In the rain. A group. We chatted, starting a conversation that never had any aim (that's the best kind). What we were didn't matter, only who we were. The rain is good at stripping away our identities, good at freeing ourselves from possession. Good job, rain. It's only been four weeks, and yet it's already been four weeks. An awkward time, I'll admit. Superficial friendships are a necessity, and yet they are hated. So confusing...
The rain had done its job though - now I just wait for the results. Life should be done grading my test soon, I guess. For now, all I can do is, like others in countless different forms, wait. I'm just gonna tough it out.
Me: thanks rain
Me: see you
Me: lylas
Me: bye