Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Leader Of The Pack

   Ok, so I absolutely love wolves! We had a journal question in English today that was, If you could start your life over and be re-born as another person or animal, who would you be and why?
My response was of course a wolf. Then we read a story and there was a Siberian Husky in it, I want a Siberian Husky so BAD! They are so close in resemblance to the Wolf and they're the most beautiful animals on the planet. I hate that some people stereo type them as evil killing machines. It's animalistic nature to be territorial and if you were migrated to foreign land or suburbia, you'd be scared shitless too. I don;t know why  this animal calls out to me so much, but I absolutely love them and they even follow me as far as to my dreams. 
Just the other day I had this dream that I couldn't seem to escape. It started when I fell asleep in class, but I just kept falling asleep back into the same dream every period. I was a Native American of some kind and I kept running from this white wolf. I ran into this cave that opened up at the top about 20 feet up, there was shoulder high freezing water covering the floor of the cave, and a wooden base that looked like a lookout post in an old Cowboys and Indians movie, it stood about six feet out of the water. Cold mist skimmed the water top and the wolf was coming across it, somehow walking on water in a way. The paws weren't on top of the water but it walked across as if it was a very shallow puddle. The massive beast leapt for me and then...
-The bell rang-
I went to the next class and then gently floated back into the night. This time I was the white wolf, only, in a different scene. I was in an open forest, much like the one in Narnia, It was also frozen and snow covered the ground. This time I was ripping apart the dead carcass of another wolf, or maybe it was a coyote. I was eating it as it laid there on the puddle of it's own red blood. It was weird really. This dead animal seemed like it had a strong hold on me, almost as if he were my brother...
ROFLMAO! That actually DOES make them seem as if they're wild and vicious animals, but if you want to know the truth, look in their eyes. You'll find your self wondering into a world of survival and beauty. WOW! Am I a dork or what? LOL, and on top of that, I think in some past life or fantasy I might have been a werewolf. Yes, that's right, even bigger dork. How about you folks? If anyone even reads this, do you have any interesting dreams or pulls towards something that is unexplainable?

~Peter Pan~

Monday, September 8, 2008

Nothing Much To Say...

Hey everybody. =) I'm actually really excited about the idea of Peter Pan and I blogging! I mean, why not? We're teenagers so it's not like we don't have anything to say. We basically have opinions about EVERYTHING and boy do we jump at the chance to share them! LOL. We've decided to set it up where we each do a post every other day. That way we can keep up with it, but not have to worry about it everyday. Although to be perfectly honest, I can see it being hard to do every other day as well. PP and I aren't always that grand at keeping up with things. We're award winning procrastinators. LOL. 
Anyways, I've been freaking out all day because I honestly don't know what I want to write. The possibilities are endless, but I'm incredibly brain dead and coming up with nothing. I could talk about myself, but I'm not really in a self absorbed kind of mood. I can complain about high school hell, but I've been working on a new story lately and my main character spends enough time doing that to satisfy the both of us. I could talk about my friends and family... but I don't really have much to say. My two BFF's have both been really busy with their own thing lately. So we haven't had much time to hang. Other than them, my closest friends are adults. LOL. What can I say? I'm just that cool. 
Well... sorry this blog is so boring. I'm not usually this dull. Honestly, I almost ALWAYS have something to say. I guess tonight my thoughts are just too scattered. I'm recovering from being sick, trying to catch up on homework, and I have to have the lines for the next play I'm in memorized by next Friday. Add all that to the fact that my mind is basically consumed in the story I'm writing right now. And all you have left is an empty shell of the bubbly person I usually am. Besides, after having to follow PP's short story down there (See previous post) Can you blame me for not being able to top that? LOL.
So I'm heading back to the hell whole that is French homework. Later Gators.
*Ash Nay*

Sunday, September 7, 2008

A New Point Of View

So me and The Love of My Life, Ashley have decided to start this as a way of keeping track of thoughts and using this as a way to expand our imagination. I personally like the idea of blogging, its entertaining and helps you build your writing skills. I just hope that I can stick to posting everyday. So today I am just going to improv a short story from the top of my head.

Here it goes,

Nothing, but the chirp of a nearby cricket bedded beneath the grass and the hoot of a far off owl. To Jimmy these could be the last memories he holds.

"Jimmy Wake Up!", coming from a peaceful place I snap back to reality.
"Jimmy I Wont Tell You Again, Your Going To Be Late!", the voice echos up the steps and into my bedroom. Realizing that my alarm clock I set for school is now ripped out of the wall and is lying on the other end of my room. I yell back not wanting to upset my mother and hear her complain all morning. "I'm Up!".
Throwing on the clothes lying closest to me I rush downstairs into the bathroom. Frantically brushing my teeth and putting on my flip-flops at the same time.
I get to school only to realize my mom's clock was set fast so now I am early at school, I sit on the bench by the entrance awaiting my friend Alice. Me and Alice have a very, confusing relationship. You see I have known Alice since junior high, and now we cant seem to escape each others presence. I have always found her attractive and very smart but what would she see in me? I mean, I'm tall for my class, slightly overweight, and am very emotional. She has always been into the skinny, short guys with somewhat of a build. So I decided that I need to accept we wont ever become anything more than best friends.
Sometimes I enjoy when I make her current and past boyfriends jealous of how close and how much time we spend together. Her newest boyfriend whom she and the group call, "wheat face", because of his job at the bakery here in town. I personally hate the name, I just call him by his real name, his first name, Duke.
Then I saw her, walking up the side walk In her gorgeous knee high gray dress with black flowers vining their way around her, It had to be Alice. I spotted her walking up the sidewalk towards the front doors. As she swung the door open I instantly smelt her perfume and almost melted at her feet.
"Jimmy are you feeling ok?", she asked with such a voice It would make any guy sweat. Snapping myself out of it just as she repeated my name again I blurted out at the same time she did, " Wha... I mean yes I'm fine."
"Oops, Sorry."
"Oops, Sorry."
We both laughed and the color of her cheeks turned a rosy red and I was sure mine had also.You see me and Alice seem to think a lot alike and we tend to say the same thing often, I love it. Its stupid I know.
"So, are you excited for this weekend, Jimmy?"
My mind drew a blank."This weekend?"
"Yeah Its Halloween Silly remember, the party with the guys and some of my friends?"
"Oh yeah cant wait, what are you going as?" I asked in curiosity.
She needed to say no more, me and her are both in love with Disney movies.
"No Way!" I said in excitement, "I'm going as Aladdin!" I really was.
"Thats weird, so is Wheat Face, that could be awkward, should I tell him to change?"
My mind shouted, "Yes!"
"No its ok, I think Duke doesn't make as near as a good Aladdin as I do! But I dont want him to change his costume."
"Ok." She said with her beautiful crooked smirk and her huge dimples.
I think that trick-or-treating is still really fun even though we are juniors in high school.
"Hi guys!" She said looking over my Shoulder, it was the guys.

-To Be Continued......