More About Writing

I used to be so insecure about letting people read my writing. I felt like my writing was allowing people too deeply into my thoughts and pretty much my soul. I think that being in Drama has affected that insecurity, so that I'm not afraid to share my writing with the world. Now I love letting people read my writing. I've started to carry around a copy of my currently-being-worked-on-novel, and letting anyone who wants to read it, read it. I've gotten a lot of comments, a lot of helpful criticism, and A LOT of praise. I'm (for the most part) not showing it around to get praised, I really like comments, but praise is always nice.
I think one of the major reasons I've gotten so deeply into my writing again is because my friend Audrey recently one an essay contest and actually got paid for doing it. I'll admit I'm a little jealous, but mainly inspired. If someone my age can earn money for writing, why can't I? It is true that she's a very good writer, but I like to think that I'm not pathetic at writing.
My goal is to finish the rough draft of my novel if not by the end of this school year, by the beginning of next school year. My Junior Year does need at least that accomplishment, the completion of my first ever novel.

It's Happening

I have finally gotten serious about my writing. I haven't been this active as a writer since I was in seventh grade, trying to chug out my first ever novel (I think I still have the first four chapters of the worst ever written novel in existence). It's a good feeling, knowing that I'm back to writing. I've written two chapters in my novel recently as well as planned minor tweaks to the currently existing seven chapters. I've written a general history of what goes on before my novel, and I've written a political history of what leads up to it. I've started to create character portfolios that help with what's going on the novel. I've given my characters families, which adds a whole new level to the story. And best of all I've started a small sketch (that will not be in the novel) of a scene that will take place between Iolana and her father. I'm really excited to finish this book and start working on other books to begin and end the series that my novel takes place in the center of. I can finally see why J.R.R. Tolkien focused most of his books on Middle Earth. Once you've created a world that fascinates you as a writer as much as you hope it will fascinate your readers you don't ever want to give that world up. So keep your eyes open for a new best selling series that will come along in future years. It'll probably have been written by your's truly.

Stupid Me...

Well I don't have a Personal Progress to do, thank goodness for Young Men, and Duty to God doesn't have anything (as far as I know) that says you have to be all nice and complimentary for two weeks, so yeah, this blog might not be too nice.
I am totally smitten with one of the worst people for me. She pays attention to me at church. She'll talk with me and joke with me at Seminary or at church dances. The problem is the minute we get to school I don't exist to her. I can't stand inconsistent people. We'll pass in the halls, I'll wave, say her name, stare at her as she passes, and she ignores me. When she does notice me, it's more of an "Oh there's that kid from church again...I guess I should be nice." She treats me like I'm just a locker while we're at school. It's like she's afraid of messing with her reputation by even being friendly to me at school. At the musical she doesn't even talk to me, every other Mormon kid there will talk to me, but not her. She ignores me entirely. I hate it.
And yet I still can't get enough of my time with her. I never know what to say, so I always say the wrong thing. I'm always off guard, and I don't know how to act, or who to be. I love every moment of it. I want to be funny and charming around her, but things get tied up when I'm around her. It's a good and a bad feeling.
No matter what though, as David Archuletta once said. I know this crush ain't going away.

Horrible Copier

I believe one of the major reasons to read other peoples' blogs (besides getting to know about them) is to get ideas from to emulate (rip away from their cold, dead hands and copy) in your own blog. One of the best ideas was to compliment people on a blog. Butter people up beyond belief, to get stuff like cookies and life savings from them (I know Audrey isn't doing it for that reason, but I can't tell you my own motivation. You just have to know me well enough to know whether or not I'm being serious or sarcastic about it.)
Anyways I thought I would start off on my complimentary blogs with talking about my dear friend Echo. She and I have had issues over the years, but she and I have been friends pretty much from day one. When I moved here she, Audrey and I were pretty much inseparable at church activities. Echo was less sarcastic and quieter than Audrey, but that was fine with me, I wasn't very much of a cynic back then, so I appreciated it. I think I annoyed her an awful lot though; I do admit that at thirteen I still suffered from the dreaded "Deacons' Disease." But even though I was annoying she stood by me at every church activities, and whenever she did something that she thought might have insulted me at all she apologized. Something I am of course terrible at doing. We of course have both changed since then, but she's still among my top friends. I value her opinion more than almost anyone else's, because she usually knows what's up.
We've had a lot of good memories over the years. We got our first swords together (wow that's nerdy). We went out to ice cream once and had a total blast making up stories about the people going in and out of stores (most of which involved a freeze ray). We also went trick-or-treating together in ninth grade, and had a total blast...even though I kind of sort of broke her sword. Sorry about that. We've had tons of other great memories over the years, and it's been great having a friend like Echo there for me. We also had our sixteenth party combined together. It was a lot of fun just planning the party, and we did have a good time even if it never actually turned out to be a dance.
One of her best qualities is that she's always encouraging. She pushes people to go and follow there dreams and to improve their talents. She's pushed me for years to get back on the piano bench and play. I'm still not convinced on that front, but I think in college I'll get back into piano, since I'll be living near my sister. Echo is also humble. She's an amazing musician, but she doesn't really brag about it. I'm sure if I were that talented, then I would be showing off every second I got, but Echo doesn't, it's really cool. She's very caring. She always notices when something is up, with anyone. She's even noticed when my Dad's been having an off day, and she made sure to stop and talk to him to see what was wrong. It's just the type of cool thing Echo would do.
So Echo, have a great day, and remember that your friends care about you.

It's not just me!!

So Therapy update:
We aren't really sure what we're going to do, about the new girl in therapy, but Em, John, Laura, and I are all fairly sure that we don't want her back at the next therapy. Let me stress that we aren't trying to be mean, we just want therapy back to the original Brian, Laura, John, Em, Kali, Alicia, and me (Zelos), it's better that way. We all conferred together when the new therapy girl wasn't around and the idea is that more than likely we might have to lose three members of therapy to lose awkwardness/annoyances now.
The awkwardness comes from a Brian/Laura development that hasn't really developed, but one wants it to, and the other doesn't. Other problems include the fact that the new girl has replaced all of us in Alicia's books, so we really have no one to hang out with that much. And the third member is of course the new girl in therapy. It's kind of sad that our therapy group might have to morph, but the fact is when four-five (I don't know Kali's stance on the situation) of the therapy group have issues with the new person, something has got to be done.
Anyways, I'm pretty sure you don't care, but it's pretty much the major thing that's bothering me, and since I don't have a vent time at therapy anymore, I'll just write it on my blog.

Therapy

So my Drama friends and i have begun an activity we like to call Therapy. It's where we get together and vent, dance, sing, eat, and play improv. games. The point of it is to get us to feel better, and to prove to ourselves that teenagers can have a good time without throwing in a totally unimaginative movie. It's fun, it's good, and the best thing ever is that it was exclusive. That sounds bad of me to say, but sometimes it's hard to be yourself in front of people you don't trust...
With that being said last Therapy (Friday) was an absolute disaster. Because one among our number obviously wasn't filled in on the whole "exclusive" part of therapy, so of course she invites another girl...another girl who quite frankly might have just destroyed therapy. When we had our vent session she took the entire time to vent her own problems, which by the way, she's vented to us everyday since the beginning of the semester, so of course we already knew about everything she vented, and had already given her our advice. With that none of the rest of us had any time to vent...which was why we had therapy in the first place, so EVERYONE could vent. Then the same girl made sure the focus was on her the entire time during therapy, and didn't let us give anyone else the attention.
Now she's talking about next therapy, and how we should watch a movie (which goes against therapy), and she'll probably start planning therapy sessions thus forcing herself into the eternal therapy circle. The worst part is that she practically invited herself to therapy, and now she is taking over.
I might need to form a new therapy group...that remains forever exclusive.

Quote Them

Here are SOME of my favorite people and quotes from today:

"I'm like Disney Land on Crack"
-Mrs. Davis

"Ewww...Twincest"
-Ivis

"If I were thirty years younger..."
-Mr. Parker

"I will cut you...son"
-Em

"Am I crazy or falling in love, is it real or just another crush?"
-David Archuletta

"Well actually we only missed you two days, the first day we didn't really care you were gone."
-Eliza (okay, so that one happened yesterday)

Adventures in P.E.

I am one of those people who is naturally clumsy, uncoordinated, and slow, so naturally I find P.E. to be quite the drag. The first few weeks it was REALLY boring and painful, but lately I've actually begun to have fun. The coaches have finally laxed up on us students, so we're allowed to sit in the bleachers after a half an hour of exercise (I would feel guilty, but I do work-out nightly at home (that wasn't bragging, it was fact)). Now that that's happened I'm having some fun in the class.
One day my friend R.E.L was writing a note to our coach asking him if we could do something besides play basketball and volleyball, like maybe dodgeball (I'm actually not sure if she delivered it or not), but that's when I got the idea of how to have fun up in the bleachers. That day I dug out my notebook and started drawing random little scenes (they were stick figures, but it was still fun). A few days later I wrote a song dedicated to our LIFE PE class, which I will not publish, because it's really dumb, and a note to our coach (copying R.E.L's note, but making it more comic, and adding fun stick figure pictures).
Today was by far the best day though. I decided yesterday when one of my friends showed me notes from her boyfriend, to write her love notes to make her boyfriend jealous. It was pretty fun. R.E.L. and I hung out and thought of all sorts of cheesy things to write in the note including the favorite "My life without you, is like a chloroplast without sunlight." Then at the bottom R.E.L. drew a giant heart (she drew the heart, because I'm a guy, do you need anymore explanation), and I drew a picture of Em (the girl the love note was for) and me holding hands, then I colored the heart with my pink highlighter. It was amazing. After that we came up with about the cheesiest love poem ever, and the next block in Drama, I delivered to Em.
Tomorrow we get to work out of the health books, which means I need to charge my iPod, and think of something else to write. I'm actually thinking of starting an episode from the sitcom that's taking form in my head. We'll see how that works.