I'm a dance major though I have no clue where my life is taking me. I have no clue where I'll be tomorrow and I'm not sure how I ended up here today. I've always felt a greater sense of direction in my life and I feel like I'm finally making decisions on my own, taking control over life, and making what I can of it. I'm not going to write about what college I'm at or much personal information at all because I don't trust the internet. So, I'll write a lot about things that happen to me, but very little of the places and people involved. Sorry about being vague but it's how I am.
Okay, so here's some stuff I wrote for creative writing last year:
This is a stream-of-consciousness piece entitled Last Thoughts. It’s short, but eh, I like it.
“Milk; cheese; butter. Milk; cheese; butter. Milk; cheese; butter. God, why does mom need to have them now, why can’t she just go get them herself. Eleven twenty-two! How can it already be eleven twenty-two! Where does time go? Why, why did I have to have my cell phone on? Or why didn’t I just ignore the call, then I’d be on my way to Bettie’s and wouldn’t be late. Crap, I forgot the movie. Okay, so I’m going to get this stuff, drop it off, rent the movie, and then get to Bettie’s. What time did she say? Oh right, eleven thirty. That’s not going to happen. Hmm, what movie should I get, Everafter or Pride and Prejudice? Oh, actually I should probably get something a little less romance a little more girl power, Chad and her just broke up. He’s such a jerk. Cute, but a jerk. I can’t believe they only dated for two months, they were so attached. She really liked him. Oh well, Bettie will get over it …eventually. He has a really nice butt though. Like Chad Michael Murray. I wonder if all guys with that name have good butts. Oh wait, never mind, I forgot about Chad Phillips. Ew. Attractiveness definitely has nothing to do with a person’s name.
Oh look a dollar! This is my lucky day! Ew, it’s all wrinkled and dirty. Oh well, a dollar is a dollar, and those of us who are broke can’t complain. I really need to ask for a raise. I can barely get by on what Greg’s paying me. Maybe I’ll ask tomorrow. Oh, and I’ll wear my blue shirt! Ha, he won’t stand a chance. What is it about that shirt? You know what, who cares! I always seem to get what I want when I wear it. What I want… What do I want? A boyfriend. Ha, no seriously. Crap what am I supposed to buy again? Uh… Milk. Beans? No, no beans. Coffee? Mmmm, I could go for a mocha right now. Yummy. Wait, I still don’t remember. Oh right, Milk, cheese, and butter. What is my mother making? I guess she just ran out. Goodness, you think she’d realize when she’s running low on something and would grab it on her weekly shopping trips. Try our new super spicy breakfast burrito? Um, thanks, but no thanks. Ew, who would eat that in the morning? Why would you want something spicy? Weird. Okay, so milk, cheese, butter. Milk cheese, butter. Milk, cheese-
Gun!? Shit! Shit! Crap! Ah! No! What? Please, please no! Ah! Please, don’t-don’t shoot! No! Ah! Oh Shit! Ow, My God!"
Gloria lay dead, all thoughts silenced. Her digital watched blinked and changed to read 11:23.
So, there's the first one. Here's and excerpt from something else I've started:
Dara ran around the corner leaving Matt and I alone in the elevator narthex. He stared at me silent and intense. My body grounded to the spot while his eyes penetrated mine. Deep blue oceans surrounded by liquid gold, I drowned in them. The silence continued and I blinked breaking the intensity a little.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around,” I offered into the weighted silence. Matt took a step closer to me and pursed his lips, contemplating something lost to me. He started to lean in ever so slowly, his deep eyes never leaving mine. My heart raced, anticipating the feel of his slightly parted lips against mine. I started to lean forward too when suddenly he stopped, pulling back slightly. A question passed from my eyes to his unasked but full of meaning. Again his lips came together while he formed an answer.
“I’d kiss you but-”
“It’s okay, you can kiss me,” I interrupted, hopping not to sound too anxious for his touch. He smiled, half shook his head and leaned in once more.
Soft warmth against my skin sent shivers of satisfaction down my spine. Matt’s arms wounds their way around my waist filling the space preexisting space between us with our bodies. I could hear the thunder of the falls in my ears, or maybe the pounding of my heart. We flew together through time and space, distant past and future mingles as one, planets and moons were ours to traverse. The eternity lay before us and the world stood still at our feet.
"Rebecca,” my father called from around the corner and the spell broke. We were in a hotel in Niagara, Canada and my father was right around the corner, possibly about to discover me with a guy two years older than me. I pushed away from him with a smile lingering on my lips and started to go. Matt caught my hand.
“Tomorrow, I’ll be at the pool around seven doing laps. Meet me.”
“Okay,” I answered, the silent plea apparent in both our eyes. He held my gaze for another moment before turning back to the elevators. I left him, still exultant over the memory of a few moments ago.
So that's it. I'll post more another time. Now I'm going to update my profile.
UPDATE 7/19/09: I just edited this post. The second story was actually based on a real account and since last names aren't used I figure why bother lying? so I change the names back to the actual participants. Oh, and if anyone actually does read this here's an interesting tid-bit: that story (in Niagara) is about my first (real) kiss!
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