I Stumbled but I'll Stand Up Again
Saturday, September 4, 201011:19 AM
Hi guys. Wow, writing here feels like I've just rose from the Land of the Dead. I don't want to recall anything horrifying anymore so I'm not going to tell you anything about the stuff that's happened yesterday or the days before that. But I am going to share to you about my ONE TRUE LOVE.
I know what you're thinking... LOVE again. But no, this time it's different. After everything and all the drama, well, you bet I've learned my lesson and that's enough to shut me up for the time being But just FOR A WHILE. (I think?) And yes, I'm proud to say that I've moved on from Carter Kane. Bring on the stop track. (The one that you hear when something wrong comes up and the hero/ine of a movie pulls up this weird "what?" face.) Oh yeah. I forgot I haven't oriented you yet about my relationship with Carter Kane.
Don't clutch your heart yet and let your imagination run ahead of you. Let me clear this up. Carter Kane is quite fictional, unfortunately. He only exist in the realms of a book and he's harmless, except when he wields his curved sword and his loser personality kicks in. Come to think of it, we're not any different from each other. After all, I'm lucky if I survive his and Sadie's obstacles in defeating Set without getting my head chopped off or exploding in a million pieces. And yeah, thank God my name doesn't end in "-o" so Khufu can't eat me either. I'm not edible.
Let me guess, you're wondering what in the world I'm talking about. I'll tell you three things. Take yourself to the nearest shopping center or any book store. Peruse the racks for the young adult book The Red Pyramid by Rick Riordan. And then, once you find it, never rest in harassing your mom to give you a few bucks to purchase it, or if mom isn't there to check on you (and make sure you're not reading the kind of book you're not even supposed to touch), scrunch on your pocket money for this is not the kind of book you let off. Take it and run.
And no, I'm not being hostaged by the author right now to convince you of it's marvelous value. Oh, bad vibes (And oh yeah, I finally found out what BV means after months of looking like an absolute moron when they mention this little detail beheading an hour's worth of ranting about how their life sucks and everything is just a deep pit of muck.) but I need to go already. I really need to set my schedule straight so I could finally find a time when I'm in the mood to come up with something and have the circumstances agree with me too.
I know what you're thinking... LOVE again. But no, this time it's different. After everything and all the drama, well, you bet I've learned my lesson and that's enough to shut me up for the time being But just FOR A WHILE. (I think?) And yes, I'm proud to say that I've moved on from Carter Kane. Bring on the stop track. (The one that you hear when something wrong comes up and the hero/ine of a movie pulls up this weird "what?" face.) Oh yeah. I forgot I haven't oriented you yet about my relationship with Carter Kane.
Don't clutch your heart yet and let your imagination run ahead of you. Let me clear this up. Carter Kane is quite fictional, unfortunately. He only exist in the realms of a book and he's harmless, except when he wields his curved sword and his loser personality kicks in. Come to think of it, we're not any different from each other. After all, I'm lucky if I survive his and Sadie's obstacles in defeating Set without getting my head chopped off or exploding in a million pieces. And yeah, thank God my name doesn't end in "-o" so Khufu can't eat me either. I'm not edible.
Let me guess, you're wondering what in the world I'm talking about. I'll tell you three things. Take yourself to the nearest shopping center or any book store. Peruse the racks for the young adult book The Red Pyramid by Rick Riordan. And then, once you find it, never rest in harassing your mom to give you a few bucks to purchase it, or if mom isn't there to check on you (and make sure you're not reading the kind of book you're not even supposed to touch), scrunch on your pocket money for this is not the kind of book you let off. Take it and run.
And no, I'm not being hostaged by the author right now to convince you of it's marvelous value. Oh, bad vibes (And oh yeah, I finally found out what BV means after months of looking like an absolute moron when they mention this little detail beheading an hour's worth of ranting about how their life sucks and everything is just a deep pit of muck.) but I need to go already. I really need to set my schedule straight so I could finally find a time when I'm in the mood to come up with something and have the circumstances agree with me too.
Logging Off,
Blessie
P.S
I've finally ended an entry with my name. I'm puzzled by it, but I found out that I haven't been signing off my entries with my name lately. Maybe it's just a blip? I really don't know.
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