The reason why

 This is going to be a pretty uneventful blog is because of this:

English Language.

Creative Writing

The man stood tall, his face shrouded in a shadow. Piercing red eyes visible beneath the mask of the unknown. The darkness spread around him. A smell of death clung to his body like clothing. He smiled; his white teeth jagged and sharp glinted under the moonlight. An eerie, unforgettable feeling rolled off of him. He’d been waiting for quite some time, annoyed. He’d had enough of waiting. Looking up he spotted a full moon hanging in the sky, fragile, as old as time itself, but so powerful. His smile widened a fraction; it was time to go on a hunt. His prey was close. Oh, so very close.

A man stood behind a tree. Observing the creature standing in the distance. He saw the glint of eyes. The sharpness of his teeth. An eerie feeling came over him. He shivered.

         He watched as the looked around. The creatures smile widening.

         “Come on,” he whispered as he watched the creature widen his smile. He was hoping that the creature would be lured to him. That he would fall into the trap he set.

         The creature ran. He ran faster than anything the man had seen. The creature ran toward him.

         A sense of dread.

         He ran for his life. Pushing his legs to the limit.

         His destination was close. But he felt as though he still had a mile to go.

         He could not risk looking behind him to see how close the creature had come.

His prey ran before him. A meagre human. Humans could never hope to catch him. He could outlive any human that tried to harm him. This human was peculiar though. He did not feel scared watching him like most humans did.

         Maybe he thought that everything was a joke.

         No one mistook him for a joke and lived to tell the tale.

         Something was wrong. A feeling he had not felt for a while ran through his system. Yet he did nothing to slow his pace. His prey was his. He would have everything he ever wanted.

“How could I let myself get into something like this,” the man whispered to himself. He was terrified. He did not want to be here. Yet he could not let himself die here. He had to help the people this monster threatened, killed. Not long left to go.

He smelt something in the air that made him slow his pace. He did not like this smell. He stopped.

         There was a human ahead. He could faintly see their outlines in the distant darkness. He could not let himself to be caught again. They’d lured him and told him that everything was for the ‘greater good’. It was not for his ‘greater good’.

         The human had yet to notice his absence. Not noticing the absence of the main part of the hunter and the hunted.

         People called him a creature, yet he wasn’t. He had the appearance of a human, the same insides, the same everything. He was immortal. A fragment forgotten by time. The thing that made him a ‘creature’ in the eyes of the human was that he ate people instead of eating human food. For that he had been shunned, beaten, tortured.

         He had been plotting his revenge. But what would that make him? He’d be just like the humans that threatened that threatened him so vehemently.

He’s stopped? The man though, coming to a halt. This, of course, was to be expected. The creature did had superior senses to him, he wasn’t a fool either.

         But I’ll be a saviour in this damned land after this. The man, a human of normal stature, had always been on the wrong end of something. To him, his parents had never loved him. His teachers didn’t care about him. Loneliness was his only companion in this cursed land. He strived to make a difference, but he did it not in the normal way by giving to the poor, giving money to charity. No. He found his glory in finding the creature and capturing it.

I’ve been surrounded. How… strange. They must have done something to mask their scents. The creature mused, taking in every fine detail of the surrounding areas. He quickly noticed that there was no way for him to escape this. There was nothing he could do against a mob of people in either direction. He had not noticed any of this happening.

         Yes, this human before him was peculiar. Peculiar indeed.

What are they waiting for? The man thought. He was worried that the others were too scared to make a start on the attack. He could not deal with people’s moral at the moment. He wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted to be remembered for finding and capturing the creature. He wanted everything. He was beginning to get impatient of the waiting.

The creature stood there. An air of calm surrounding him. Much different from the feeling of death that surrounded him before.

         He was calculating his options. If he had any.

         Fighting his way out would be unheard of. There were too many people opposing. Just simply running would be too much as they would soon find him. He couldn’t go anywhere anymore without some human finding out whom and what he was. His life was built on fear and loathing.

The man watched from a far. The humans were making signs to each other. A countdown before moving in. His breath was shallow, almost unheard by his peers. Anxiety wormed its way through his system, sending him warning signals. Something wasn’t right. The man just couldn’t figure out whether the scene wasn’t right as in the creature could break free, or that the creature was going to be detained and probably tortured.

         He had to wonder which was wrong and which was right. Was he doing the right thing?

Calculative eyes roamed the field. The humans were making hand-signals to each other, obviously about to do something. He had a bad feeling rolling through his body. He knew what was going to happen.

The humans leapt. The creature had no time to react, they were holding him down. He tried to break free of the bonds that were ensnaring his body. He could smell the blood and perspiration on them, tantalizing his nose, now that they were close, he could see the mud that they had used to cover their scent long enough for him not to notice him. His eyes watered as the smell reached the back of his throat, burning its way down.

         Before the creature knew it he was on his feet again. Both of his ankles broken. Every step shot a sharp jolt of pain through his body. The humans did not care. They never did.

         He looked around, finding the human that got him into this. He took the time to memorize his scent for he would come back. And when he did, this human would be the first that he hunted.

Commentary.

My main intention for my coursework piece was to write a novel opening in the genre of horror, using both perspectives of the hunter in the hunted to display different emotions running through the two different characters at the same time. The piece is set during the 19^th century where suspicion of witchcraft was still high adding paranoia and fear in the curiosity as to what the creature could be.

         I purposely didn’t name the two main characters as to add mystery into the piece by keeping up curiosity to figure out who the two characters were. I varied the sentence lengths to convey the panic and fear both characters felt throughout the piece. I used verbs such as “shrouded” to create a mysterious effect, making it seem like a veil was keeping the creature out of the sight of the humans.

         The noun “darkness” is a biblical reference to the plague that hit Egypt. The darkness in the bible is described as something that spread across the land, covering all of Egypt. The noun “creature” is used to show description of the thing chasing the human”. Along with the adjective “eerie” is to give an uncanny, unfriendly feeling to the creature to personify the fact that he is not human in normal terms.        

         The adjective “meagre” gives statutory placement, making the creature seem stronger than the human that he chased, which then can be juxtaposed to the fact that the human in the end captures the creature. The post modifying adjective “terrified” creates an atmosphere of horror and adds to the eerie feeling. I intended on using many negative adjectives to describe feelings to create a negative and uncanny atmosphere in attempts to recreate the feeling of horror.

         I used the alliteration “distant darkness” to create a dark atmosphere, and create vivid dark imagery, along with the alliteration “greater good” shows that the humans had deceived the creature previously by luring him into believing that everything that was happening to him was for the better of human kind.

         I used the rule of three “shunned, beaten, tortured” to convey some of the things that had happened to the creature previously, giving some information on why the creature doesn’t like the humans any more.

         The piece is set up to show clearly the two different characters in the piece, referencing to both has ‘the creature’ and ‘the human’ by doing this I am distinguishing between two characters and making it easier to read and tell which character is which without really giving any names to both of them.

Yes, we all have to put up with it eventually in our lives. Coursework. You know I hate coursework. This one was enjoyable. I loved the whole creative writing aspect to it all. The commentary part to it was the one that I really hated. I really don't know how to explain most of the things I write about. I know what I'm writing about when I'm writing it, its just when it comes to explaining it later on, I can't do it. You know what I mean?

And besides seeing Percy Jackson three times already, I really want to see it again. I'd go and see it every night if I had the money and the time.

I was severely hoping for snow tonight, but it doesn't look like my dream will come true. We have the school Eisteddfod tomorrow, and I helped teach some of the kids stuff for it, but I get the distinct feeling that half of them will forget what they were supposed to be bringing in for us. I get the feeling that its going to be one of the worst ideas I ever made. But I guess I'll have a proper rant about it tomorrow.

Then there's the brilliant news that Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant comes out tomorrow on DVD. I'm really excited to get it and I'm going to see if money permits for me to get it on Saturday. Which is why I'm praying that its on one of them first week release sale things where it comes down a bit in price. I might be able to afford it then.

One of the things I want to do this year is collect my cinema tickets. I know it sounds really strange, doesn't it? But I want to keep a journal for all the cinema screenings I go to see this year. I've got the ones from this year. The only tickets I haven't got is the one from when I went to see Sherlock Holmes and Alvin and the Chipmunks 2: The Squeakquel. But I can put a guess on when I went to see them and write them in.

But yeah, as I said, not much to talk about today, though this is probably one of the longest posts I've done for a while. Mainly because of the coursework, eh?

The Lovely Bones

I went to see the highly anticipated movie 'The Lovely Bones' today, a new film by Peter Jackson. I think Peter Jackson rules, to be honest, he directed my favourite film series, Lord of the Rings, so I had really, really high expectations of this film when I went in to see it.

I personally thought that the beginning was amazing. The acting was undefined by some of the 21st century. I thought that if it ran like this throughout I'd be pretty damn well amazed by the film.

Then the halfway point struck. I thought it dragged a bit here, and there was really not much going on and everything second lasted a minute, that kind of dragging. I seemed to find that it focused more on the world of the Inbetween rather than Susie's feelings towards letting her parents and family go. I found that this was a pretty scattered part of the film.

The film really picked itself up again when it came to Jack being attacked, and Lindsey breaking into George Harvey's house. I thought Lindsey and Susie's parts were the biggest and most suspenseful.

There are probably many things I would like to discuss about the film. But I'll just summarize it because I'm not going to be by my computer for the rest of the night now by the looks of it.

Overall, it was a great film, the acting was superb, the music, though seemed repetitive at times was really good. The story is unique, though at times I thought that it wasn't focused on the right things, and could get boring and dragged out a bit.

Its not much of a review, I know, I don't really have time to review it at the moment. It was a great film. I feel that its probably a film you grow to love the more times you go to see and, I'll definitely buy the DVD when it comes out, maybe I'll appreciate the quality of filming gone into it then, like with Lord of the Rings, I thought that could be quite boring the first time I saw it properly, but then as I saw it more and more I grew to love it more and more and now it's my favourite trilogy.

So Kudos to Mr Jackson on being an excellent film maker, and I know I will forever worship some of the masterpieces he releases.

Jack and Bobby. And more.

I finished watching Jack and Bobby yesterday, and there are potentially a lot of things that I loved about the show.

Just so everyone knows, I started watching the show basically because of Logan Lerman, given my Percy Jackson obsession recently, I thought I'd give the show a try. What I didn't expect was to be so sucked into the story.

The story, and how everything went was so amazing. At first I thought that the interview parts from the future were really boring, you know, the reason I started watching the series was because of Logan so that's all I wanted to see was Logan, but as the show went on, I didn't care much for Logan himself, but how the characters were developing, how their life was. The interview parts in the end were some of my most cherished scenes. 

I'm afraid to admit it, but practically every episode had me in tears. It was hard to explain, some because they were sad tears, but others were tears of joy, happiness. I've never been so emotionally attached to a series in my life. Seriously. I try to stay as unattached as I can, but this one had me so wrapped up that I have up sleep to watch the show. I'm paying the price now because my head keeps spinning and I'm yawning all the time, but I'll recover. 

I know its going to sound really bad, but some of my favourite scenes were the ones with Bobby and his asthma, I had asthma like his, luckily, I haven't had bad asthma for a while now, and I hope it never comes back, but with a history in my family of it, I don't think I'll be getting rid of it soon. But I loved how I could relate to him in that sense. I hated it when people worried over me and my asthma, and I felt like I connect with that side of Bobby. Of course, I don't think I ever had an attack so bad I was in hospital for it. 

I thought that the characters were really rounded, you know like, they had more than one side to them. More than one piece you can relate to.

I loved how everyone hated Grace, fans I mean, by the fact that she kept lying about Jack and Bobby's father. And sure, I hated her for it, but I could see where she was coming from, and I guess she was probably a character who was created for people to disagree with, because without conflict where does the drama come from? Kidding, there are probably a million different ways of getting conflict into the show, but I loved the way this one was done.

I hated to find out the show had been cancelled. I'd have loved to have seen more of Jack and Bobby growing up, but the show kind of ended on a happy note. Jack and Courtney dating. Bobby finding out about his father. Grave finally told the truth. I would have liked to see it going a bit longer into how Courtney and Bobby starting dating, how Jack took it and all that stuff, but I guess in these terms it'll just have to be left for the imagination.

One thing I didn't get, was the whole documentary thing based after Bobby died? I know Jack died years and years ago, but was the whole thing after Bobby had died to and was something to remember him by, I noticed they spoke about him in the past tense, which is usually for someone who's deceased, but maybe they did that on purpose. Unless they did mention about him being dead and I just never picked up on it? I would just like to know, is all.

I don't really have anything to say that was bad about the show because I loved every second of it, so maybe I should just move on to summarize.

I loved every second of this show, and I wouldn't give up any lost hour of sleep to change what I saw for the worse. Tremendous acting from everyone. I just wished it had run for a bit longer.

Moving on randomly to something else. I was laughing like a maniac for potentially an hour when I saw that Sara, my sister, was reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Don't get me wrong, it had nothing to do with what she was reading. I want to read Diary of a Wimpy Kid before it comes to cinema screens near me! Lol, but yeah, in the book he said refrigerator. In know 'OMG!!! HE SAID THAT?!' But no, that's not what I thought was funny. In all my sixteen years of living in Wales have I not noticed that nobody else called a refrigerator a Fridge, does anyone here call a fridge a fridge? I know it sounds really stupid, but in my house, and all of my friends houses a refrigerator isn't called a refrigerator, we call it a fridge.... I just thought it was funny how slang worked... maybe its just a British thing of something. I never noticed that not many people outside Britain call it a fridge, or maybe I'm just ignorant to other cultures and maybe they do call it a fridge and I made a pointless paragraph on nothing.

Just curious, is all.

My post tomorrow is probably going to be on The Lovely Bones, as that is what I am going to see in the cinema tomorrow. Well, as well as Percy Jackson for the third time.

I just can't help myself these days. So I might as well post a picture of the Lovely Bones just for the sake of it, right? I don't really have anything else to be doing for the next ten minutes before I get into the shower, then I'm going to watch My One and Only with my sister. Wait, I can post a Percy Jackson, Lovely Bones, and My One and Only poster in here! Go free time! 

The Dentist

One of the most gruesome things a child, or adult can ever encounter in their life time is the sixth monthly visit to the dentist. I hate going to the dentist and I always have. I don't think I'll ever stop hating going to the dentist.

I hate the feeling of someone looking in my mouth as I just sit there as still as a statue. I just can't do it. But I guess, every time I go to the dentist these days I seem to be having better and better results. Like today, for instance, he told me I was doing a 'smashing job' I know it sounds really stupid, and like he's treating me like a kid, but honestly, that's potentially the best thing someone has said to me in a while, let alone come from one of my potentially biggest fears.

So anyway, I know I haven't been blogging much lately, well, it's not that I haven't been blogging much, its the content I feel like I've lacked on, besides that Percy Jackson one where I really didn't have much better to do. But I feel like lately, as my time has become more constricted I haven't had enough time for blogging and blogging potentially only a few paragraphs a night.

There are potentially two main causes for this.

1) Jack and Bobby. I've like been addicted to this show since I first saw it. I'm hopefully going to be reviewing it tomorrow as I am on episode 21 of 22, so it shouldn't take me that long to finish it, and boy to I have a lot to discuss about this one. That is if I can remember everything I want to post about it. So maybe I should like make a list or something, so I can reach these points when I talk about them? Do you think that would help?

Probably not.

2) Course work. I'm swamped, seriously, I've practically missed all my due dates on homework because of the amount of coursework being asked of me. I'm going to go into Mrs Ambler tomorrow and tell her that I haven't had the time to finish my commentary for my coursework piece because I've had like a gazillion other pieces to do. And its the second due date she's set. So I don't personally think she's going to be happy about it. But really, honestly, there's not much she can do about it. I don't think Mr Jones is going to be happy either, because I haven't managed to do my Math homework that has to be in tomorrow either. Life sucks. I know.

I guess that's really what I wanted to get off my chest, and I need to get back to Jack and Bobby, the show awaits, eh? I'm just obsessed, no worries.


And guess what? I'm going to see Percy Jackson again on Saturday! Well, probably, we're going to see The Lovely Bones too, but Sara said that the day wouldn't be as exciting unless Percy was in it too. So I said, hey, why don't we go and see the both of them? And that looks like what we're doing.

Luckily, I went to work for my Uncle Josh this week otherwise I would not be able to afford it at all....

I don't have a title

As per usual I should guess. This one isn't going to be long because its late and I want to get another couple of episodes of Jack and Bobby before the night is through.

That's basically how sad I am. So I'll just summarize the day for you.

I woke up, ate breakfast, went to school, did nothing in English Lang, bored out of my skull in English Lit, ditched maths, watched a film in Welsh, came home, turned on the computer, turned on Jack and Bobby, did Math homework and that's about it, seriously. I don't have much to talk about today, well I do, but I just don't have a lot of time to discuss them.

So I guess I'll try to talk about everything tomorrow, it might turn out like an essay but there's not much I can do about it personally, can I? I'll try my best to write a lot tomorrow, but I have coursework and stuff to worry about too.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

I really, really loved this series, even thought the age range is said to be 9-12 and I’m sixteen, but hey, people read Harry Potter, right?

One of the things that I really liked about the series was that is was mostly correct grammar wise, something which I have noticed YA fiction lacks these days. In all honesty I blame Twilight and Stephenie Meyer, making people believe that people will actually enjoy their novels no matter the countless amounts of grammar errors.

But moving on.

As I usually do when reviewing a book, in this case a series, I start by mentioning the good things about it.

So here I go, I can’t make promises that these are good things though, I just love doing these kind of things lately.

I thought the characters were really developed, I thought Percy’s change from being what he thought a troubled teen with dyslexia and ADHD, and how he comes to realise that these are his greatest assets. And Annabeth, from a person who thought they had to live up to their parents’ godly name, to being her own. I don’t know if anyone else noticed this, but in the first book she was all for hating Percy because he was the son of Poseidon, but by the end they were going out. I’ll admit, I could see this coming even before the hits, its been done in literature for ages, and honestly, I didn’t mind this. They make a cute couple. I also never thought I’d say something like that about a novel.

Grover was also an amazing character in my opinion, I thought he lightened the mood and added most of the humour to the series and I was glad that he was accepted by the end by the Satyrs.

I wasn’t too keen on Thalia as a character, but that wasn’t due to anything else besides the fact that I really don’t like characters like her, characters that come in the story and think they’re everything and can order everyone around like they’d been there was ages. And some of the bigheaded things she said really grated on my nerves. But I guess that was the intention of the character though.

I liked the dyslexia and ADHD awareness the series brings, however small the hints were, it was there, and it definitely got me thinking more about kids with dyslexia and ADHD, my friend is a sufferer of dyslexia and she said that was one of the things she liked about the film (she has yet to read the books).

I thought the story was fairly plotted, and I liked how everything in the end made sense, the prophecies most of all, like at the end of book, the prophecy makes sense to everything that happened throughout. That showed skill to me, unlike the treaty in Twilight, something which seemed to have been thought about at last moment.

I thought Percy was a great narrator for the series, I felt like we could delve into his mindscape and understand everything through the way he thought things and not just from the way the author wrote it out for us. It was a detailed story all things considered.

I think I should move on to some of the things I weren’t too keen. Though I will admit there weren’t many of them.

On my eBook copy of the Lightning Thief there were some missing apostrophes, and I know it sounds like something really insignificant to mention, but there were a couple of them, and through reading the paperback versions too, I guess its really just a eBook fault, they are known to not have the most grammar and paragraphing. My copy of the Lovely Bones’ paragraphing was all over the place, and I checked the paperback for that one too and nothing seemed to be the problem there, either.

One of the things story wise that wasn’t delved into much was some of the stuff Percy did, like in Battle of the Labyrinth where he created the explosion, there wasn’t much mentioned on that where I would have liked to have been explained more. The same thing really goes for the Tornado thing he did, I would check that one out myself but currently as I write this on word, the internet is gone, so hopefully when I go to copy and paste this everything will be explained a little better to me, could Poseidon do stuff like that? Or was it Achilles’ curse? I would have liked to know the origin to that one too.

That’s more or less all I wanted to discuss on stuff that I wasn’t too keen on and confused me, and as I said, there wasn’t much to it.

Summary time.

All in all, I loved the series and I would recommend it to anyone who asked me about it. I would tell them that the series is a great series that grabs your attention from the first moment to the last and you wouldn’t rest properly until you had completed the series.

I learnt my lesson on that one in school today when I couldn’t focus on anything that was being said to me.

I’d rate the series out of personal opinion about 8/10.

One thing I have to get ready for now is the sequel. I’m dying to know more about it and see if Percy Jackson is in it. I hope he is, Camp Half-Blood just won’t be the same for me unless Percy’s there, does anyone else agree? I would like to see another series with Percy in it.

Though there’s not much I can do if he’s not right? You never know, maybe I’ll like the new character, I just don’t think I’d be able to withhold anything if not Percy, all the comparisons will be pouring out of me.

I think that should be it from me.

Hopefully I’ll get the internet back by tonight so I can upload it tonight!

I’ve even got proof that I wrote it on Monday, a starter and an ender! This also means no blog for today, I don't have the time to write it....

I thought that this would be

A long blog. But I'm afraid it'll have to disappoint. The internet is on the blinker again and I don't know when it'll go out.

I finished reading the Percy Jackson series today, and hopefully the internet will last long enough tomorrow for me to talk about it more in depth, because there is a lot of things I would like to discuss on it, and boy did that sound really posh.

One thing I've been addicted to since finishing Percy Jackson is Jack and Bobby, a series starring Logan Lerman. It's kinda my thing to check out more of the stuff that the actor did before the film that I like, and the series Jake and Bobby just sorted popped up in my youtube searches and I thought I'd give it a go and boy is it amazing. I haven't been this addicted to a show since Supernatural. I love the meanings behind everything happening, and how the characters develop in every episode. I'm probably going to do a blog about it when I've finished the series. Hopefully it'll have a good ending!

Sorry again that this one is so short, the internet is on the blinker, its been good for the past half hour of so I thought it'll probably be a lot easier if I blogged now and not being able to later....

Just a quick blog

Considering that it's nearly eleven, I don't have much to talk about today. I've spent the entire waking moment of my life reading Percy Jackson today, well except when eating and going to the shower and stuff, you know, doing things where I can't really read.

But yeah, I'm completely compelled by the series so far, I'm on the last book and it has not let me down so far. I can't wait to finish it, so I'm about half way through the last one now and hopefully I will have finished it tonight because I really need to be getting on with my homework....

Anyway, this is all I can talk about really today, hopefully tomorrow's blog will be a little more fulfilling because school starts back on Monday and I know I probably have a lot to complain about. Coursework.... pfft. It's not my fault I was stupid enough to leave all my stuff in school.....

Earlier today

I had a lot to blog about, and as usual, I've completely forgot about what I wanted to talk about. I guess this kind of thing happens to me a lot, and I should really get used to it, but it really annoys me when I can't remember a damn thing about what I really wanted to talk about.

And one thing I get really distracted all the time, which is why it takes me so long to write blog posts because I'll write like a paragraph and get distracted by something else and then come back to it... or I'll have a really good thought pattern for what I'm going to blog about and then I'll get distracted and forgot about what I wanted to blog about. Which is what happened here. It's quite sad really.

But yeah, as I've mentioned many times in my latest blog posts, I am in love with the Percy Jackson series, and yesterday I was distraught because I couldn't get the books because there was none in stock. Well I went to see the film again today, with different friends this time, (its even better the second the time...) and I  went to try a different bookshop where I'd hoped it would be there. And luckily it was there! So I read that today, but my happiness does not end there, I also got the 4th & 5th books in the series, so now I cannot complain...

I've read the third book and it was really good, I've started on the fourth one now and hopefully I'll have finished most of the series by tomorrow, though doing my homework is my top priority at the moment because I've only got Saturday and Sunday to do it really.......

But yeah, I'm going to have to go now because apparently I've agreed to go and see My Bloody Valentine... something I have no recollection of doing!

Power cut

The reason why this isn't going to be a long bloc today is because of the power cuts.

We've been having major power cuts a
for a while now and gradually they've been getting worse and worse. So in case it blinks out again.

I guess this is the start of the end then. Eh?


The only thing that's been on my mind lately is Percy jackson, honestly the books are like a drug and I'm addicted. Then the problem began when I saw the trailer months and months ago. Then a few days before I went to see the film I bought the ebook, and saw the film and kaboom a Percy Jackson addict is born. The problem is I have to wait till Saturday before I can get hopefully the last books in the series.


But yeah I'm going to have to go now...

Power cuts pfft.

Gah

I'm still waiting for Waterstone's to email me back. I knew I wouldn't be able to wait 72 hours before fixing it!

Waterstone's.

Waterstone's isn't letting me download Percy Jackson and the Titan's curse, I think I might actually cry.

I would go and buy it from the shop but two things stand in my way. Actually, make that three.

1) I have no money.

2) There is none in stock here.

3) Its snowing quite bad and my mum doesn't want to risk going out of town for the book....

Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief

Yes, the event I've possibly looked forward to the most this week has finally come to pass.

Today I went to see Percy Jackson. And I have one adjective for it: Amazing.

Honestly, the film was majorly different than the book. But you know, some of the stuff changed made it a good different than a bad different. It was good in its own way.

I loved the setting of Half Blood Hill. I'll admit it was different than what I imagined it to be like, but it was still a really nice place. I thought the characters were portrayed awesomely. Of course, I had to shout Boromir when Zeus came on, but which LOTR fan couldn't?

This is going to be short one today, its late and I want to finish Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters before I go to sleep. So I'll just do my summary instead of the usual essay that I write. I might write one tomorrow.

I thought the acting was superb for the most part, though there were some scenes that seemed really awkward.

The special effects were amazing, as you would expect of a Chris Columbus movie.

I loved the way they showed Percy's dyslexia, you know in one of the first scenes and he's reading the sentence and it all gets jumbled up? I thought that was really smart. A real insight into Percy's mind and dyslexia. Kudos for that.

I loved the whole atmosphere of the film. It seems to pack everything I love in a movie. Action, adventure, horror, fantasy, heroism, comedy. I couldn't have been happier....

One thing I didn't really like was the fact that Kronos didn't really get that much of a mention. I would have liked to have seen or heard of him more. He was mentioned once at the beginning, but isn't he like technically the driving force of the series? But I guess that can be explained later on.

One thing I was looking forward too in the series that didn't turn up was Percy's dreams. Percy seems to rely on his dreams a lot and I thought some of the dream sequences were really good in the book and I'd have liked to have seen them, but again, that's something that can be explored in the next movies? I know they are definitely making a sequel. So yay!

That's all for me now. I'm going to continue my Percython now :D I've literally got a couple of pages left then it's bed time!

I did have a title...

Then I forgot it. Trust me, honestly.

So yeah, the only thing to happen in my life today that's actually been interesting, to a degree of course, was my sister dislocating her toe.

Seriously.

I was in like one of these trances this morning. You know, one of them things where you think you're waking up but your not? One where you wake up every so often and fall asleep again a few seconds later? That was my sleep last night, I was having random strange dreams though in between, so I guess it was to be expected right?

But back to the topic. The thing that definitely woke me up this morning was my little sister, Jess, screaming crying. You know one of those ones where you know she's not faking the pain because otherwise she'd calm down when I asked her.

But yeah, I got dressed and went down to see her, and boy, just looking at the damned toe I could tell that it'd been dislocated. I dislocated my toe once and it looked exactly the same. So I was feeling for her when I say, dude, I've been through the same. But I did it when I was potentially 6 years older than her, so to her the pain was a LOT worse. It probably way too, because we found out that she chipped the bone too!

Honestly, this is probably the only thing to have happened to be this half term. Not that anything happens to me anyway.

The only thing to be bothering me at the moment is the GIANT cold I have. I don't think it could actually be counted as a cold because I'm not coughing, or sneezing that much, it's just my nose is running all the time. I can deal with the endless coughing and sneezing, it's the runny nose that really grinds on my nerves.

And my headaches are coming back in full force. I think I'm hallucinating too, because I can swear that I get the feeling that someone's watching me all the time,  and I swear I see something, but when I look again nothing's there. Maybe its the headaches messing with me. Or I could be over exaggerating. It's probably the latter. I think I'm reading too much as well. That could also be a contributing factor, right?

But yeah, I have to be up early in the morning, so I shall be leaving it there.

What a poor blog post, eh? I find that without school I don't have anything to blog about....

Of course, the Brits were on tonight. I only watched it for an hour because Vampire Diaries was on, but seriously. The hour I did watch I thought was really boring and most of the acts (Lady Gaga has always been a great performer in my eyes, even if she does sing some random song....) were dull, and didn't connect with me all that much....

On a happier note...

I'm going to see Percy Jackson tomorrow. I can't wait. I hope it's as good as I'm expecting it to be. Though from some of the reviews I've read, it's not apparently all that good. But they also told me The Vampire's Assistant was crap, and I loved that so....

Yeah, I'm actually going to see it in 14 hours!

Yay! Go Me! Go Nerds!

I will leave it now, before I scare someone off...

Can't really think of a title

To be honest, I don't actually know about what I'm going to be blogging about. Should I write about my current interests? I know I've been on here for like a couple of months now, but I don't think I've actually posted on any interests...

My absolute favourite film is; The Sixth Sense.

Other fav films are: Pay It Forward, Secondhand Lions, A.I., Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Sherlock Holmes, Dorian Gray, December Boys, The Lost Boys, The Day After Tomorrow, Meet Bill,  Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant. I actually would put Avatar in there, but it isn't a favourite....

My favourite actor is Haley Joel Osment, though I would have thought that would be quite obvious judging the fav films list, eh?

My current fav books are: Pay It Forward, Dorian Gray, Morganville Vampires, Lord of the Rings, The Darren Shan Saga,  Maximum Ride, Percy Jackson, The Book Thief, I don't actually remember much more, though I'm sure there's more than this.

I can't stand Twilight or anything that comes with it!

My favourite TV shows (including Anime) are: Supernatural, Vampire Diaries, Naruto, Bleach, Chrono Crusade, Elfen Lied, Ouran High School Host Club, Fullmetal Alchemist. I can't think of anymore for here either, though I know there's more. I'm silly like that.

I tend to be quite shy, and quiet, but when it comes to writing I can be as loud as I want. I find it as a way to let myself loose without realizing the consequences.

I aspire to be a fiction writer, I tend to write YA fiction and Science Fiction & Fantasy, straying more to the  'fantasy' part though. You know, ghost stories and such. My first choice for University is The University of Birmingham, where I would like to study English.

I come from Swansea, Wales, United Kingdom. I am 16 years old. Though I'm sure its really unethical to be posting my age on the internet. Though honestly, all the information I'm sharing could be false. Age wise, home country etc etc...

On a final note. I take pride in being a nerd. Who doesn't these days? NERDS RULE!

I think that's about everything I can be bothered to write about. I guess there's more to be discovered through my blog posts, right?

This is more of a thing for me to look at when I'm old and laugh at all the dreams and things I loved when I was younger. I'm like that.

It's strange

How one person can totally alter your posting method.

You see, I thought I'd actually be to normal on posting tonight. But as usual, I was wrong. My sister, Sara was coming back from Poland today, and scheduled (doesn't it sound posh when I say it like that. Trust me, I'm anything but posh...) to be arriving back by 6:30p.m. so we thought we'd make her tea and let her do whatever she wanted.

At 5 o'clock we got a text message saying that they were still only just passing Heathrow. We live in South West Wales, Swansea.  I know it doesn't look much on google earth or something, but it's still a 3-4 hour drive, and it was rush hour didn't help their cause much either.

So we called her, and she said they weren't expecting to be back in Swansea until about nine o'clock. It wasn't until recently did it occur to me that it would have a serious effect on my blogging. Luckily, I left my computer on save mode so it wasn't actually turned off otherwise I wouldn't have been posting at all and it would have been another one of them moments where I completely forgot about it and didn't give it another thought until the next day.

Funny, huh? How one moment/person/thing in life changes everything.

In the other side of my daily boring life. I've been looking more into getting published. A year or two ago I was completely oblivious to how books were published. i was curious as it is the business I want to get into, whether me being the author trying to get published or me working and publishing other people's work. Either way sounds pretty cool to me. But yeah, recently, as I've turned into Sixth Form, I've been finding out more about the publishing business. Don't get me wrong. I knew it was going to be hard to get published. I just never knew it was going to be THIS hard. It's insane how difficult it is to get published.

It also leaves you with questions such as, how did Stephenie Meyer get published? Of course someone in the industry must have noticed that she had no grammatical sense at all? It just really gets to me when there are millions of amazing writers begging to be published and not given a chance when people like Stephenie Meyer dominate publishing industries. I actually thought they had some sort of standard.

I guess that means they don't really look for the brilliance in writing anymore.... maybe it's all for marketing that they look in books instead of quality. You know, like a get rich quick scheme.

I guess this really is how all life seems to go these days. It just makes me more determined to better my grammatical skill and knowledge of the English Language before getting published. I should consider it an aim to attempt to change the way people look at Literature of the 21st Century. Classic fiction isn't the only fictional genre with the ability to blow people's minds away with being linguistically rich.

I do actually hope that made sense.

Another thing I found really interesting was in my last English Literature lesson. We were talking about people writing in journals and diaries and so forth, about how privacy and people actually wanting to read their stuff. I find it an interesting topic actually. Me keeping a journal. I type here for more than just getting noticed. Heck, half of the time I don't want to get noticed. I type because it helps me think things through. It's therapeutic to me. Which was other side of the debate. I love typing on blogger. I feel as though it's helped me and my writing considerably. I don't find it so hard to type anymore. When I first started blogger I never knew about what I would type and it would usually be complaints. Not that it's much different now, but I always tried to talk on subjects that would get people to notice me.

I find that it's different now. I type because I want to, not to get people to notice me. I type here because I love to. So the question of why don't I do it handwritten where it has a less chance of people finding it? I find that when I type on a computer, I can keep up with my thoughts as I type. I'm a slow writer see, I take forever, so my brain thinks a lot faster than what I can type, so I think of something and it just passes me by. Typing I find is so much easier too. It's both hands and I can see clearly (my handwriting SUCKS) what I'm typing. Those tends to be perks for me.

But yeah. I find the topic to be really interesting. Do people blog to get noticed and for people to know about them? Or do people type as a therapeutic act? It's amazing the possibilities that can come out of it.

I for one love to go back to old written diaries I have and see at what I was writing about back then. In twenty odd years time I'll come back to this and laugh at how much I've changed since then, or maybe just reminisce on the memories of actually having the time to sit here and type this much in less than half an hour. Amazing really, right?

I'm going to stop rambling now because I think the last thing people want to think of is me as a complainer. I am a complainer, just hopefully not a chronic complainer. Or maybe I'm actually just a rambler. A person who has a lot to type on something. This blog was actually aimed at being short because I'm tired. That kinda went down the drain, eh?

Just a quick update

This one is seriously going to be a couple of lines. I have to get my sister onto the airbed properly and I need to brush my teeth all in the next like ten minutes or so.

The only thing going to happen to me at the moment is Sara's coming back from Poland tomorrow. I'm not quite sure if I've missed her, it's just that I want to get Jess out of my room. I'm not trying to be mean, I just want my bedroom back to the way it was before. Without anyone else there so I can turn the lights on and off as I please. I just want my simple pleasure's back in life. You know what I mean?

Anyway, can't post much more. Going to see Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief on Wednesday. I can't wait. The book was pretty decent.

I have noticed

That since I turned on my computer like half an hour ago I've done nothing but spam. You know in the annoying kind of way where you just don't have anything better to do.

The problem here is, that I do actually have something better to be doing. Like for instance I need to sort out my files for school. My Maths file is so disorganized that I don't know where half of the stuff is for it!

That's what I was planning on doing yesterday. But I kinda bought Percy Jackson and the Lightening Thief instead. For a fiction book ages 9-12, it was pretty good, and that's coming from a girl ages 16. 17 in a couple of months. I thought the writing was a lot better than that in Twilight and that's in the YA section....

Lol, my horoscope for the day is...

Saturday, February 13
You'll be eager to broaden your horizons in some way today, and you might find yourself having to study something or deal with some sort of educational matters right now. Just realize that you can probably get a lot more accomplished by working on your own since other people might be a little hard to rely on at the moment

I actually think its right for a change. There are people in my life at the moment that I'm finding it really hard to rely on. Mainly with the returning of my books that they've had for over a year, and keep saying that they're going to bring them back but never do! I'm still waiting! I think I might charge for overdue on returning the books...

I actually thought

I'd keep at my new years resolution a little bit longer. But I guess everyone's wrong about something.

Yesterday was a hard day. I didn't lose anyone. Well, my sister's gone on holiday to Poland until Sunday, which is probably one of the contributing factors into why I didn't post yesterday.

I'd say the main reason was because I was so unbearably tired, and I still am to a standard, that I completely forgot about blogging until I woke up this morning and thought... shit, I didn't blog yesterday. But to get the full picture I guess I need to explain the story.

You see, as I mentioned in my last blog post, my sister, Sara was going to Poland in the early hours of Thursday morning. She was meant to be leaving Penllegaer services by one in the morning. So I thought, well she came to see my away to America, I'm going to see her off to Poland, since it was her first big trip away from home. Then I found out it was on a school night, but I thought, I'll be in bed by 2 at the latest, it'll be okay. I've done worse.

I was severely mistaken. The bus company didn't book the bus for the right night and there wasn't a bus. So we were still there at 3 in the morning waiting or the replacement bus to come. I find it quite lucky that they even got a bus... but they got there, I texted Sara and she got there fine. All's well that ends well I guess.

Then last night I had another problem in the form of my other younger sister, Jesica. Now Jess is lovely and all. But she hates to be in a room on her own. She's five and I can understand that, she's always shared a room with someone, so to feel scared when she's on her own for more than one night is natural. So she asked me if she could sleep in my room. Me being me said, sure. But that meant she'd have to have an airbed that only just manages to fit in my room. So I was rushing around like a fool yesterday, not knowing what to do. And then at 9:30 I finally went to sleep. Blogging didn't even cross my mind as I went to sleep last night.

Now I totally regret it, I can hardly walk around my room. My room looks a state because all of her stuff is around the room.

I can't wait for Sara to come back purely to get the mess out of my room. Now I know my room is not the most perfect in the world. Honeslty.

But this just takes the cake. I can't even move around the room. If I knew where my camera was, I'd take a picture and upload it, it's just that I can't be bothered with dealing with the room again until I'm going in the shower a little later on.

I think really the main reason why I'm moaning a lot about it is because I'm still tired and I just need something to complain about really.

Luckily I only have to put up with it for like another two nights, right?

On to another thing I'm going to moan about. As most people know Percy Jackson and the Lightening Thief came out today. A film I'm really looking forward to seeing over the half term break with my friends now. So I thought I'd read the book before going in there to have a little background information before going in there. You see I'm the kind of person lately who likes to read the books before going in to the film. Which is what I'm doing now. The only problem is, I really want to read the sequels. And because I bought the first one on my eReader, I kinda get into the mindset that I need to read the rest of the in eBook format. Which leads me to my current problem. The second one is not on eBook. Numbers 3,4,5 and 6 are, just not this one, which I found to be really strange. Which means I have to buy it in store. Then leads me to my newest problem. I don't have enough money to buy the book. This weeks pocket money is going on buying my cinema ticket... and I'd feel really guilty because I don't have enough money to buy my younger brother his Birthday present now, and it's all mainly because I spent all my money last week buying Fang: A Maximum Ride novel... I'm considering giving my brother something which I already own, which isn't going to look good. Or I could get out the rusty drawing abilities, which aren't good in the first place and see how it goes from there. I don't know, I could use next weeks pocket money, since it's not his birthday until 24th of Feb. I could do that, and wait until the week after to get the next Percy Jackson book. I definitely have enough books to keep me going for a while.

Anyway, I feel that I should end my blog post here now.

My computer is burning my leg off.... I can't use my computer chair because I had to move it to get the airbed in....

Still awake

But I'm not sure whether I'm still raring to go, which is why this one is going to be a short one.
It's currently 23: 01 according to my computer. And for a school night, I'm usually fast asleep by now. Well, in bed falling asleep. I'm not the kind of person who stays up late and does everything really really late at night. I usually try to finish everything by 10 and go to bed. But since the new season of Supernatural started (And it was AMAZING) tonight, I figured, nah, this won't be too hard. Supernatural will keep me awake.

Boy was I wrong.

I just want to curl up and go to sleep. But I know I can't do that.

It's a pretty crappy feeling, and I have school tomorrow. Luckily it's ABCh, or I think I might kill myself.

We're also getting back the marks for our Maths tests apparently. Though I know I did bad, so there's no really any reason to be worrying.

I'm too tired to be worrying.

Anyway, I'm off now, my younger sister awaits. We might be making a cup of tea to stay awake. Whether I'll be grateful for the caffeine though is a different question...

Thinking of how I'm going

To post my blog tomorrow. The reason behind this is quite simple. My sister Sara is going to Poland tomorrow. And I promised that I'd go and see her off and be like he lifeline to staying awake until we get to Penllegaer services. She kept me awake for America, so I figure I could do the same.

The only problem here is now I blog all the time. I guess there will be times where I won't be able to post. I just know that tomorrow is an occasion where I can post my blog.

I figure that I'd have to do it around like 7 or 8 at night, whereas I usually do it around 10. It's not that much of a difference. It just means that there's going to be a difference in how I post it. It'll seem a little more rushed than the rushed it usually is.

But yeah, in my other life as a normal teenager (note the references...) I applied for a job today. At Clinton Cards of all places. I'm actually quite proud of my achievement, I'm usually really hesitant as to applying for jobs. My dad isn't exactly for me getting a job. But I need the money. I'm female, what do you expect? I need the money more or less to buy books. DVD's. CD's what else do you spend money on? Clothes, possibly. Trips to the cinema aren't cheap these days. And I need more money than the £10 a week I'm getting now. So yeah, I'm proud of myself.

But yeah. This is all I can post for today. Nothing much has really been happening to me recently.

I might miss Dance on Friday, because our teacher is in labour. Or could go into labour any day now. If we do have a lesson I'll be quite surprised.

I think personally I'll be grateful for the break...

The fourth Bleach OST is finally out

Well, technically it's been out for over a month now, I just haven't been that bothered with Bleach because it's been in the filler season. I do however take pride in my collection of the Bleach OST's. I have all of the OST's that have come out so far. The same with Naruto. Personally, I'm not sure which one I prefer. I like them both. FMA has also got an AMAZING soundtrack.

You see being a nerd like I am, I love to listen to the backing tracks to all the songs on movies/tv shows. Its one of the primary things I look for in a film. A good soundtrack. It instantly makes the film so much more bearable.

But on to more dreary things. And sorry for the shortness, I hadn't realized how late it had actually gotten. I have a Maths exam tomorrow and I'm really freaking out about it. I know I'm going to fail it, but the problem is, I don't find that to be such a bad thing. They said if you get less than 12 out of 40 your off the course. A part of me really revels in the fact that they said that because I won't have to worry about Stats anymore. The only part of Maths I'm really failing badly at the moment.

But yeah, one of the only things I'm really worrying about at the moment. Then tomorrow night I have an essay for English Lit. to be writing. Which I know is going to be the most joyous thing I've ever done. Right? Not.

I might not do it. Say that I've had a Maths exam and I've not had the time to do it. Or maybe just walk out of the room before she notices that I haven't handed it in.

Either way works really, eh?

I was doing some thinking on Fang: A Maximum Ride story yesterday. Does anyone else think that Sterling Knight would do a good Dylan... or was it just me? I thought Sterling Knight looked the exact counterpart for Dylan. Whether he'd be able to act it (though I don't think the role is exactly complex) is a different story. But hey, they need to make the first movie first before they even think of the sequels. Right?

That's all from me, so I'll be back tomorrow, I guess.

I just can't be bothered to go searching for pictures tonight. I'm tired and WORRIED. So 'night.

The bad thing about Naruto is...

The fillers. I mean, I finally catch up with the series, because it was on a filler season and I didn't bother with it afterward was because of the prospect of going back and seeing that it was still on fillers. But I saw that some of the fights I'd been dying to see animated had finally been animated. So I watch it non stop to catch up with the series, only to get to the latest episodes to find it BACK on a filler season.

I mean, what's the point?

I get why Bleach went into fillers because it rapidly caught up with the manga. But Naruto is like potentially 150 manga chapters away from catching up. Seriously. I think all the fillers are crap on Naruto, besides that one they did with the pseudo Jinchuuriki. That one was actually really good. That one with the three tails bored me out of my wits and was actually the reason I stopped watching the series.

So I decided basically to stop watching the series again until it comes out of the fillers again. I'll wait for the moment when it's finished. I'll check the episode page on Wikipedia every month or so to see if it got back to normal episodes.

But I think it could be a while yet....

Fang: A Maximum Ride Novel

Okay, so it came as a total surprise when I went into Waterstones on Saturday to find the new Max Ride novel. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm a huge Maximum Ride fan. I love it, seriously.

I will be honest and say the fourth and the fifth one was exactly the best ones. 1+2+3 are potentially the best, then it goes way down hill for number 4 picks it up slightly for number five, so I didn't really have high expectations when I started reading the book this morning. Though I can now say that I thought that the book was actually really good. It lead on for an obvious seventh book, and delivered more or less on the point of the novel. Though it claims in the summary that Dylan would play a bigger part than he did.

Beware this could contain spoilers for those who have not read the book yet! I know it hasn't come out in the States yet... so yeah, just be warned....

This is the summary for the book:

Fang will be the first to die. For years, Max has been on the run from evil forces threatening her and the Flock - but nothing could have prepared her for this horrifying prophesy delivered to her by Angel. Fang is Max's best friend, her soulmate, her partner in leadership of her flock of winged children. A life without Fang is a life unimaginable. Max's desperate desire to protect Fang brings the two closer than ever. But their world is turned upside down yet again when the Flock meet a wealthy scientist who has a great interest in the birdkids. He introduces them to another winged boy, the beautiful Dylan. Raised in a lab like the Flock, he exists for only one reason: he was created to be Max's perfect other half. Now, a battle of science against soul, perfection versus passion unfolds, twists, and turns ...and meanwhile, the apocalypse is coming.

Okay, so lets go through the book on points that I liked and points that I didn't like...

The thing I really liked was that it focused on Max and Fang's relationship. The relationship came really out of the blue in some aspects and it really delved deeper into the relationship, explained a lot about the relationship, and for the first time I felt as though I was truly connecting with the fragile side of Max that we never really get to see because she hides it from the flock.

This leads me to my next point. Max develops in my opinion, wonderfully in this book. We see another side to Max, the teenage Max. Not the Max that thinks of the flock before herself. I was actually really liked to see this side of Max, and I felt really sorry for her when the flock kicked her out because she was thinking of herself and Fang more than the flock at the current time. Teen love, eh?

The main villain, whose name keeps changing Dr. Something or other. I'm not good with names like that, he worked for Mr Chu anyway. The main villain from the last book. He was actually a pretty decent villain and I felt like I was going to kill him when he killed Fang. Now that was potentially one of the most upsetting parts of the novel. I actually cried when Max found him dead on the lab table.... (Not to put too many spoilers in or anything, eh?)

The writing seemed to be pretty decent in this one too. Though not as good as some authors, but it is a YA novel and perfect grammar and such is not really expected, especially on my standards. It's only when I read Twilight that I find the lack of grammar to be thoroughly annoying. It flowed and it got me addicted to it to the point it only took me 2 and a half hours to read.... that counts for something though, right?

One of the things I wasn't too keen on in the novel was Dylan. I thought he was a great character to the novel and I hope to see more of him as the novels keep coming. I just thought he was a bit 2 dimensional. His history and stuff wasn't really explored like I hoped it would. He said about being a clone, but he never said why he was cloned and how the original died. Why he was Max's perfect other half wasn't really explained or how. And why did the Labs want to make a perfect other half for Max. But I guess that will be explained later on in the series. I hope.

There just seemed to be a lot of unexplained or poorly explained this in the novel. I'm guessing that those too will hopefully be explained in the sequel. That is if one gets written, eh, Mr Patterson?

The Erasers were another curiosity. They weren't explained either, or how Angel, Iggy, Gazzy and Dylan got that illness. It was sort of, but a definite answer was never given. It was brushed aside. Both things were in my opinion. But as I frequently say, it might be explained in future sequels. Or even if could become one of them things where you have to find your own answer to. Either way. Though I would like to have an answer. The institute was another thing. They were mentioned about being part of this thing, but never explored. Oh well. That's what sequels are for, eh? To keep you on your toes about what's going to happen.

But yeah, overall it was an enjoyable read. I can't wait to see my friends face when I take it into school tomorrow, she doesn't know I have it and she's a fan too. I have a free with her sixth and I'll probably see her before reg too. Ah, the joys, eh?

I'd rate the entire book 6-7/10. Taking into account that there's probably going to be a sequel to hopefully lighten some of the confusion there is. Though it's not much of a contributing factor.

I would recommend it to anyone who's read the series. I would definitely recommend the entire series to anyone, I'd just warn them that four and five and exactly the best. But every book has their moments, right? I mean look at Twilight, that's just one HUGE failure and that seems to sell...

P.S. The British cover is better in my opinion. But meh, its down to opinion I guess...

I hate watching

Itachi die. It was bad enough the first time, but to watch him die in animation is even worse than on the manga!

I think its pretty funny though that it took every ounce of Sasuke to kill Itachi, well technically he didn't even kill Itachi, Itachi died because he was ill, but going back to point. Sasuke got chakra depleted trying to kill a guy that was terminally ill and already suffering from chakra depletion. That doesn't really say much for Sasuke does it?

Does any other Narutards out there feel like Sasuke's always got help from someone, dead or alive? Okay, not really in the beginning before he got he curse mark, but since the chuunin exams when he started to take his 'ambition' to kill Itachi a lot more seriously than before he had some sort of help. Orochimaru's at frist in killing Itachi and everyone that came before Itachi, and then after Itachi died, he had help from Itachi, the Mangekyo Sharingan, Amaterasu and Susanoo. I'm probably the only one who thinks this, its just that it comes across as if Sasuke can't really fight on his own.

Then you'd have other people arguing, 'well Naruto isn't exactly a lone fighter either', I never said that Naruto didn't get help. Of course, he has the nine-tails. But lately he doesn't use it as much as he used to, especially since the fight with Orochimaru and he learnt that he hurt Sakura. He didn't use for AGES after that, and then he really wasn't controlling it himself. He just kinda lost it. I guess we al have mood swings, right? His just seem to come out a little more ... violent than others.

The problem with that argument too is that Naruto half the time doesn't opt to choose the nine-tails. He uses it more as a final resort when he knows he won't win unless he had to use it. Sasuke just uses it to the full extent. I mean, we still haven't seen what exactly Itachi gave to Naruto yet, and that happened AGES a go in the manga.

I have said 'AGES' a lot in this post, haven't I?
I'm using it more or less in hopes of getting the point across.

I don't know, maybe its because I really hate Sasuke and I wanted Itachi to win the fight. I was hoping and praying when it was in the manga for Itachi to kick Sasuke's butt. I'll always be an Itachi fan at heart I guess.

Oh yeah, and I'm broke at the moment. Just thought I'd let everyone know. I went into town today intent on buying notebooks for my stories and sorting out my work experience. I did buy notebooks, but only three of the intended six I needed because I bought a book instead. It was 'Fang: A Maximum Ride Story' I've read all the first five and I couldn't resist once I saw it in the shop. I know. I'm that bad when it comes to books. Though I haven't gotten that far into it yet. That's what tomorrow's for, right?

Tired

Lets see, the last time I was tired was last Friday, and take a wild guess at what I did last Friday, this Friday and most other Fridays? I went to dance. I go to dance. Whichever one suits the sentence more, I'm too tired to care, which is probably why this post isn't going to be as long as most others are.

But yeah, I'm tired. Leanne makes us do doubly the amount of dance-work because she's hormonal and moody so that means I'm aching every weekend. It's just a never ending cycle. Hopefully tomorrow will bring more joy, well I am cleaning my room tomorrow... potentially. Well, I have to really if I'm going to fit an airbed in here!

Writing

This is the second time, believe it or not that I've used this as a title for a blog post. *GASP* I know. Shocking, right? I guess you just can't get anymore imaginative than that, can you?

But yeah, I've spent the night working on one of my stories. I say stories, but hopefully it will be a novel one day, but I seriously need to like change a lot of it, its so poorly plotted that I'm going to have to revise it in every way I can before I even think of submitting it for possible publishing.

The working title of the novel is called 'Into the Lake' a lake really doesn't have much to do with it, currently, but I am going to add it in sooner, may it be metaphorical or literal is still undecided. But hey, I'm young and I don't have a deadline, yet.

But yeah, I was looking through some short stories I've written, and boy do they seem really immature. Maybe it's just that my writing has improved... hopefully. Or I just wasn't paying that much attention to what I was posting.

Here is an example:

Never Alone

I don’t know how much I could have helped her. The last few days of her life it became more apparent of the abuse she suffered at home. How old do you ask? Fourteen; too young for such a life to end.

   I guess she knew it was going to happen though. Only on the day of her death did she admit to the beatings she received every night. Every day. And she never said it to my face; she said it over an instant messenger program.

   I guess I always knew as she turned up for school with fresh bruises or a graze on her body. I guess I was just awaiting confirmation for the pain she was suffering.  I have never felt so useless in my life. As I think back. I wonder why I never questioned her further about the bruises, but I believed every lie she told me. How naïve of me.

   I’ll start by explaining from when the pain grew and became more apparent. This was to be her last Monday of school.

   We had gym lesson. As usual her bruises shone out making her stand out more than she wanted. But something else caught my eye.

   It was like a little bracelet that was hugging mid-way to her shoulder from her elbow. It looked metal and painful. But most of all she looked like she had been tagged like some pitiful animal.

   I watched her as she grabbed onto it and make a hissing sort of sound. I didn’t want to know more and looked away, deciding that her family problems were not my business. But I could still feel curiosity burning through me.

   At lunch I think it got worse as she started to constantly hold onto her arm, where the metal bracelet was and she would whimper every time she grabbed onto it. So I just had to ask. I will not let her real name drop, for the sake of her, she wouldn’t want people to know. So I will call her ‘Brunette’, just like her hair colour.

   “Hey, Brunette? Are you okay?” I asked, deciding that just coming out of the blue about your observations wasn’t the best move.

   “Yeah, it’s nothing, I have a lot on my mind, that’s all,” She answered me back weekly.

   “Be honest with me-” by know the whole group of friends were looking at us.

   “-Are you being … abused at home?” That word was so hard to get out, and it felt like I had just dropped a forbidden bomb on our world.

   “N-n-no.” She stuttered. I could tell she was lying by the stuttering, so I remained suspicious, but I just let it drop.

   Then ironically as it seems, something else happened, as we were just about to get going. There was blood starting to drip from her arm onto her hand. She looked at her hand and instantly went pale. Blood was beginning to drip to the floor now and she rushed away. She didn’t get very far though. She collapsed about half way down the corridor (we sit out in the corridor since the food hall is constantly full); I sprinted to her side even though it wasn’t that far away. She was bleeding heavily, probably from the wound she had sustained on her arm.

   “Go get a teacher!” I screamed at my friends who were trying to act as though this was not happening. They didn’t like the fact that Brunette wasn’t getting more attention than them. I started to cry as the teacher came running towards us, his face clearly confused. I was kneeling down by her side and sobbing my heart out. The teacher got his mobile out and dialled for an ambulance. I’m not sure which teacher it was, I couldn’t see that clearly since my eyes were all blurry from the crying.

   The ten-minute wait for the ambulance was agonising to say the least. It felt like ten decades. The teacher had moved Brunette over to the main office where the secretary looked quite worried about the matter at hand.

   When she woke up at the hospital, she looked terrified, like she had revealed a big secret. I didn’t want to tell her that the doctor suspected that she was a poor victim to child abuse. I told him that she wouldn’t say anything. He offered to get the social services in, but I refused, I threatened him if that counts for anything. Brunette asked just one thing when she woke up.

   “Have you told my Dad?” I -who had stayed with her- quirked an eyebrow.

   “No, we were waiting for your permission. Thanks to me,” I smiled at my last remark. And if we were lucky we would have been able to reach back to the school by the end of the day, considering that it was only two-thirty.

   “Oh, phew. Thanks.” She sighed. I was beginning to get suspicious again. I didn’t say anything though, for the safety of her health. The doctor said that she would be fine as long as she didn’t sustain injuries like that again. He told me that she had been stitched up and pray to the heavens that this thing wouldn’t happen again. I had unwillingly cried again, something, which I never usually did.

   The next day in school, she never turned up. I was getting worried again and my friends went back into the ‘nothing has happened’ routine, as if her not showing up today was nothing out of the ordinary. I was quickly getting frustrated with them. I was beginning to wonder if these people were actually friends.

   When I got home, I rushed to sign on to my instant messenger to see if Brunette was there. Luckily she was, I knew she wasn’t dead…yet. I asked how she was, why she wasn’t in school. But I got the same answer ‘I’m ill’. I never believed it. I knew she was lying. She even refused to go on web cam, something she was always willing to do, so I guessed something was defiantly up. She didn’t say anything else. I couldn’t think of anything to say. It was disturbing. I always knew what to say with Brunette. She was always funny and cracking jokes, laughing all the time. Those are my best memories of her. At this point I was unsure of the future. I knew that or at least hoped that something would go right.

   She didn’t turn up for school for the rest of the week either, this got me and a few considerate teachers worried. But still no other friends. I woke up on the Friday with a feeling that something was off. I noticed that from the start of the day, I had a weird feeling. Like something was misplaced.

   As soon as the day ended and I got home, the first thing I did was turn instant messenger on. It had become a bit of a habit this week, to see if Brunette was okay.

   But I quickly noticed; Brunette was not online. I was hyperventilating by then. I had no reason to be, but I just was. I was panicking for no apparent reason. I was just going to have to wait and see if she was coming online.

   I waited for exactly two hours and thirty-six minutes. I counted every minute. I even refused dinner in case she turned up when I wasn’t there. Once she came online I wasn’t sure how to start the conversation, a simple “Hey” didn’t seem like what I wanted to say. I sat there mulling over how to ask her, what to talk about. Brunette got there before I. She didn’t talk, but she started up a video chat and I gratefully accepted.

   She then typed ‘I’m doing the same to Raven’ Raven isn’t her real name, but I do not wish to say her real name either. Raven was one of our friends. Not that Raven would care the pain Brunette had suffered her entire life.

   When the screen loaded I was shocked if that’s a strong enough word for it. I wasn’t expecting…this. She looked absolutely horrible. She had cuts running the length of her cheeks still bleeding a bit, dried blood was crusting on her face. Brunette looked as though she had been crying. Her eyes were all red and puffy. She then decided to talk.

   “Well, you know you’ve been wondering and possibly guessed about what’s been happening to me,” Her voice was quiet and hoarse. I called my Mum to see and pressed the record button on the video chat.

   “Well, I figured-” She winced, in pain I guessed.

   “- That now was a better time than any to tell you the truth-” She abruptly stopped and her face went completely pale, paler than it was before. My Mum’s grip on the back of my chair hardened as she called my Dad into the room to watch, this thing was not going to be done privately. We all gasped as to why she wanted to show us this, I had only just figured it out. She wanted help. But we were too scared to move. We wanted to see if anything was going to happen before we went jumping in without any evidence to back up what was happening besides half a confession and a couple of cuts and bruises.

   We then noticed why she went pale and quiet, her father was shadowing her, but she did not put off the video chat. I can’t describe the beating she had off her father. She cried out in pain, she was punched, kicked and whipped with a belt until her back was bleeding heavily, my Mother, Father and I couldn’t take out eyes off the screen, like we were watching some repetitive soap opera. Her cries of pain and pleas for him to stop were loud enough to make my ears bleed and inscribe the horrific images into my nightmares. I couldn’t move an inch, and I wanted to stop the pain that was being caused to her, I wanted to take the pain on myself if it meant for her to stop being in pain. All my suspicions had been true and I couldn’t move a muscle to help her, to get her out of this situation. Some friend I was.

   Obviously the Father hadn’t noticed the video chat, or he wouldn’t have beaten her so badly. It was horrific; my Mum’s hand was shaking. I felt like running to Brunette I wanted to save her from the Hell she called a home. I felt like the Devil had taken her at birth and left her with this sadistic family. No one ever deserves to live like this; no one should feel this pain.

   My Dad was the first of us to move.

   “I’m phoning the Police, once we get to Brunette’s house we can see Brunette and then phone an ambulance.” His voice seemed like he had been planning this since the second he saw why we called him. I just nodded, looking and feeling stupid. My Dad told the situation to the police, they said they would meet us around the corner of Brunette’s house. I insisted on going. My Mum and Dad weren’t keen on the idea, but in the end let me go. I wasn’t just going to let my best friend die like this in the hands of strangers. I wanted to be by her side.

   The car ride seemed pretty fast when I think about it. I was looking forward to seeing the old Brunette again, the one who laughed all the time. I doubted that that would happen though.

   We had to wait for the Police to go in first. So they could take down the Father. Then we would be able to go see Brunette’s condition. If she was okay. I heard the word ‘Go’ from the Police and I ran into the house so fast that I thought impossible.

   There she was, on her bed surrounded by her own blood. I slowly walked up to her, she turned fast to see if it was her Father, but she relaxed when she noticed me. She looked like she was in a lot of pain. I looked at my Father, who nodded, knowing the drill, and walking out to phone an ambulance.

   I knelt down beside her and sobbed.

   “Why didn’t you tell us Brunette? We could have helped,” I cried and hugged her loosely, making sure I wasn’t causing her more pain.

   “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t help it. Don’t be mad. How are you here? Didn’t Dad tell you to shove off? Did he do something to you?” She cried slowly, weekly.

   “It’s okay Brunette, I’ll never be mad at you. And the Police have your Dad. He’s never going to bother you again,” I carried on sobbing uncontrollably. I touched a part of her face that wasn’t injured and she was stone cold. I didn’t want to lose her, not here and not tonight. No way. It’s something that was running through my mind repeatedly the whole time, but I knew I would never get my wish.

   The ambulance was there in a matter of seconds, that’s what it felt like anyway, to me. I’m sure it was more and Brunette was rapidly losing body heat. I was reluctantly let onto the Ambulance, the paramedic didn’t approve of it, but I got in, whether the doctor liked it or not.

   This is the where she died. Brunette refused every sort of Medication they tried to give to her. The last words she said to me, seemed over used in movies, but they felt so heartbreaking here at this moment in time. She said.

   “You know, your always were my best friend,” Then her eyes were closing slowly and she had a smile on her face, the first proper smile I had seen all week, and I didn’t notice how much I missed it. I cried for her.

   “No, Brunette, don’t let your life go now. You still have a life to live. You can’t leave me on my own!” My pleas went unnoticed by Brunette, as she was cold and dead. Her own father had murdered her. How sad is that?

   The only people, who know the real reason of her death is my family and a couple from school, like the teachers and my “Friends.” The kids think she died of a sudden illness. So I’m all alone now. Since straight after her death I caught Raven and my other “friends” laughing at her. Saying stuff like she should have stuck up for herself. I personally had a go at them, and told them they should think about it themselves, she was abused for Christs sake.

   Brunette’s Mother still doesn’t accept what’s happened. She doesn’t get what went on. She didn’t know about the abuse and she cursed herself for not noticing the pain her child was going through. She feels so guilty about not seeing what was really happening. Guilt is something a person can get over though. But death. That’s a completely different matter. Death stabs you in the heart with more pain than a thousand knives. Brunette was a person, my best friend, and a person to never forget. Her bright smile, he silly little laugh, that’s something that I will never forget. And I know I’m never really alone, even if it feels like I’m alone and on the outside I am alone. But she’s always going to be with me, invisible and I’m going to trust the unseen.

I wrote this when I was thirteen. Young, immature and I definitely didn't have a lot of experience in the writing field here. I was only just really starting to take writing seriously then, and seriously think about writing as a career. I used to be scared of telling people I wanted to write at that age because people would laugh at me when they saw me reading, or writing really short (maybe about a page and a half, written (I mean come on, I was like 9 then...I thought it was an achievement)) stories. But I've grown up for that now.

Just before I do actually post this now, just letting you know, I do NOT know anyone who is being child abused, or at least I hope not. But I would like to put awareness that it does happen. Child abuse is a problem that needs to be stopped! No child should have to suffer at the hand of anyone.