Sunday, September 13, 2009

Pause from Story... A TEENAGER IS...

A Teenager is...

A person who can't remember to walk the dog but never forgets a phone number.

A weight watcher who goes on a diet by giving up candy bars before breakfast.

A youngster who receives his/her allowance on Monday, spends it on Tuesday, and borrows from his/her best friend on Wednesday.

Someone who can hear a song by Madonna played three blocks away but not his mother calling from the next room.

A whiz who can operate the latest computer without a lesson but can't make a bed.

A student who will spend 12 minutes studying for her history exam and 12 hours for her driver's license.

A youngster who is well informed about anything he doesn't have to study.

An enthusiast who has the energy to ride a bike for miles, but is usually too tired to dry the dishes.

A connoisseur of two kinds of fine music: Loud and Very Loud.

A young woman who loves the cat and tolerates her brother.

A person who is always late for dinner but always on time for a rock concert.

A romantic who never falls in love more than once a week.

A budding beauty who never smiles until her braces come off.

A boy who can sleep until noon on any Saturday when he suspects the lawn needs mowing.

An original thinker who is positive that her mother was never a teenager.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Entry #6—Before the Party at Andrew’s Job

Entry #6—February 6th, Saturday

Dear Diary

Today is Andrew’s business party. My nerves are killing me. I’ve tried on the dress hundreds of times and I’ve practice walking with my new high heels around the house.

Andrew called awhile ago, he is picking me up early at 6:30, so we can stop by the hospital and then head on over to the party, which starts at 7:30. I called the salon to see if they could give me an early appointment so that I could get my hair done and makeup. It’s humid outside and I’m afraid my hair might fizz.

I’m not sure what else to write. It’s 11:00am, I’m still in my PJ’s. Dad is at the hospital doing a surgery, and mom is out at her support group. The house is very silent, so I turn on the TV to watch the news. Suddenly I see Gregor on the news. The anchor girl is interviewing him.

“Hi, I’m Lynda Green, Broadcasting from Headquarters of Style-Faze magazine. I’m here with Gregor Hythel, supervisor of the department. His recent fashion show was a huge hit, so lets see how he feels about this…”

I picked up the phone and dialed Marc’s number as fast as I could.

Marc: Hello?

Me: Turn on the TV on channel 14. They’re interviewing Gregor!

Marc: What? Really?

(I heard him turn on the TV)

Gregor: I started showing an interest in fashion when I was in high school. In college I was lucky enough to find some very good teachers in college and I had very supportive friends. My family was hesitant of me entering such am industry…

Interviewer: Your designs have shocked everyone with it´s originality. There is rumor of a second Run-way show next month. Are you excited?

Gregor: Of course I’m excited. However I won’t be able to enjoy the moment until after the evening is over.

Interviewer: I see that today you are wearing one of your own designs, but where is your trademark blue jacket?

Gregor: Oh, (smiles and winks at the camera) I´m not wearing that today because my special someone is taking care of it for me.

(on the other side of the phone I could hear Marc asking over and over “did he just say ‘my special someone….’?. I smiled and allowed him to have his privacy listening to the TV. I hung up and turned off the tv when the weather man came on.)

I have to run up to take a shower; it’s almost time for me to get going to the hair salon.

I’ll write later!!

Desiree

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Andrew chapter tomorrow!!

I’ve gotten it started!! I’ll try and post it tomorrow!!!

 

Remember, it’s Andrew’s work party and Desiree gets to wear the new dress and all!!!

Lots of fun details!!

Romance!

 

ps. Don’t call Andrew, “Andy”!! I don’t like how it sounds!!!

 

love

D.C.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Note about THE ANDREW CHRONCICLES

(AUTHOR NOTE: Hello, it has come to my attention that there is a series like what I am writing titled. “THE VAMPIRE DIARIES”. With all honesty I admit that I did not know that such series existed. And I also admit that I have never read it. However I will continue to write THE ANDREW CHRONICLES. If you see any relationship between the series, it is a mere coincidence. Thanks!)

I’ll continue the series later!! Pardon the lateness.

D.C.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Could a date a vampire? QUIZ

You could date a vamp, but it'll take work.

You and a vampire have definite possibilities. The whole dark, brooding, "I've been alive forever" thing is pretty heavy to deal with, but drinking blood isn't necessarily a deal-breaker for you. You'd probably even find a way to have a sense of humor about it. You're attracted to a vampire's dark side, even though you're also very aware of the dangers of this type of dating. It wouldn't hurt to set a few basic rules until you're sure you can trust each other (neck kisses = definitely off limits at first). No relationship is easy, but for this one to work out, you'll want to take your time and go slow. There's no reason to rush when you're dating someone who'll be alive forever!



BRING IT ON VAMPY!!!!!!

HAHA
D.C.

Who is my boyfriend?











Meet your new boyfriend, Jesse.
He's so shy that you'll probably have to hang out with him like five times before he works up the nerve to kiss you, but honey.... it'll totally be worth the wait. Jesse has the kind of eyes you could stare into forever, and he's honest and loving and a great listener. Whenever you say something creative or smart, Jeremy writes it down in his journal so he'll never forget about it. It's adorably weird. Sometimes when you're alone together, you don't even have to talk; you just relax in silence and share in each other's chilled out energy. Jesse's VERY sensitive, and he might take it personally if you beat him at his favorite videogame, but don't hold back. After the post-game argument, you'll eventually have to put down the controllers, kiss and make up... and then kiss some more. When you're kissing, everyone's a winner.
p.s. His hoodie smells like lavender. No one knows how, but it's amazing.


GOTTA SAY, I LOVE THIS GUY.. I JUST DON’T LIKE THAT HE IS SOOO SENSITIVE!! (AND DON’T WRITE EVERYTHING I SAY! DON’T ADORE ME LIKE A DOLL! JUST LOVE ME.. I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!)
D.C

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Deeper words within

No spell-check..
no thinking twice or re-writing in this note.. just words from the heart. Just the hidden words within.
Funny, isn't it? How the deepest most poetic and meaningful words come from the darkest corner of our soul.
Funny, that when your dreams are so close that you could touch them someone cuts the string in that dream and you fall into a bliss.
Strange that those who you were there for, aren't there at all for you.
Strange that those you never thought twice about, are the onces that care the most and look to carry your burden... but you´re too proud to let anyone else carry that burden which is rightfuly yours. Or maybe you just know that what you carry, no one else could understand..

There is an eary silence that bothers you. An unmoving silence that disturbs you. A darkness that holds the unimaginable. Something so deep that it resides in the deepest part of your mind.

Funny how the words you search for don't seem right.
Funny how your thoughts are eating your at night.
Strange that you look in the mirror and don´t recognize who you see.
Strange that you´re not sure this is who you want to be.

Imagine... all the answers you search for are in that hidden deep dark part of your mind. The answers that you will not face because you know they hold the truth.
The truth of your life.
The truth of who you gave your life to.
The truth of who you thought shared your life with you
The truth that trust has been shattered..

The truth that in that hidden dark part of your mind you see yourself shriveled up in a corner alone.

But then again, why should you hurt and die inside, and pay the blood price for something someone else did?
Why should you bleed for them... if they don´t care.




D.C.