I was going through my old poetry and found this. It’s so powerful and profound to me. I wonder why I never posted it on here before. I wrote it right before I started my freshman year of college in 2011. Enjoy. :)
Happy New Years, everybody! Hope you all have a happy and healthy. :) Much love. I’d like to thank you all for a wonderful 2011 on WordPress. I hope you all have enjoyed my work in the past year. :) Thank you all for the constructive criticism, advice, support, and opinions. It’s helped a lot with my confidence in writing.
I’d like to say that I’m starting the new year with a job. *Hurrah!* I am an Administrative Assistant to the Editor of Saranac Review Literary Magazine on campus, as well as Supervisor of the Interns. It’s going to be awesome! It’ll be a great opportunity to experience the editing and publishing field. Hopefully it’ll help my in my career as much, if not more, as this blog has in the past year. :)
Thank you all, again. Much love and best wishes.
Happy New Year,
That would be a pretty sweet career, don’t you think?
The only reason why I chose this title is because I am, almost literally, chewing 200-page novels since the new year began.
It first started out with finishing Lisa McMann’s Wake trilogy, Gone.
I started it last September, but with college planning and trying to be the better student for my last year of high school, my life was a little hectic to actually finish the book in a matter of a couple of months. By the end of January, I finally finished it. Ah-mazing! I love the way Lisa McMann writes and her new book Cryer’s Cross looks unbelievable. I can’t wait to read it when I’m done with my already long list of novels before college begins in the fall.
After that, I continued the series Blood Ninja with Nick Lake’s second book, Blood Ninja II: The Revenge of Lord Oda.
I love his novels; it’s an unusal change from my usual cheesy romance novels that I hold dear. First of all, I love anything ninja and Japanese. I love their culture and I myself follow some of the ways of a Buddhist. But then, Nick Lake puts a twist and gives the reason for all ninja’s talent and skills are from being vampires. Yes, that’s right vampires. I like how he doesn’t over-do the vampire part like Twilight or some of today’s modern supernatural fiction. The only times where he speaks of vampires is when you first learn of it in the beginning of the first novel and whenever the vampiric ninjas decide to feast. Each novel was about 400 pages, the font is small, the first novel had 75 chapters, and the second had 78 chapters. So his second novel took me a good month and a half. (I finished it last week.) I don’t remember how long it took me to read the first novel because it came out around a year or so ago.
After that, I went back to my romance novels. I chose to read Jody Gehrman’s Babe in Boyland.
It’s about this girl who writes the romance advice column for her school newspaper. After getting many complaints from boys saying she only writes what girls want to hear and that she doesn’t know guys at all, she decides to conduct a few interviews to get both sides of relationships. However, no boy will be straight with her, so she decides to go undercover at the all-boys boarding school outside of her town and really see what it’s like to be a guy in a guy’s world.
I chose this book because I see similar stories like this online ALL the time! I myself have even written one (I lost touch with it and currently sits somewhere in the back of my computer collecting dust, such a shame). Anyway, the way Jody Gehrman wrote it was absolutely fabulous. Yes, I realize I said fabulous. I haven’t said that since fifth grade when everything had to be pink including my hair. I thank my mother now for not letting me. :phew:
Back on topic, not many authors, professional or amateur, can pull off a plot line where a girl goes to an all boys boarding school. You have to add logic to it, like how they’re going to trick the school, what the consequences will be once she gets caught especially with the law, and how she transitions to becoming a “boy”. However, Jody Gehrman definitely pulled it off, congratulations.
Not only did she open the eyes of her main character to boys, but she also opened the reader’s eyes, i.e. ME! My outlook on life, as an individual and a girl has changed. Not drastically, but enough to make a difference in my every day life. Now, that’s a big compliment to the author. I hope to one day do the same to my readers, even if it’s with cheesy romance novels like this one. Surprised that this genre could do that? Not me.
I’m not going to go into detail about how it changed my outlook on the “male species”, because that’d be giving some of the book away, so you’re just going to have to find out for yourselves and let it magically alter the way you think about boys. Especially high school boys. Wow.
I started it last Friday, finished it on Sunday. Can you believe it? Now the title of this post makes sense. I chew novels and spit them out for a living.
After that, I started to read Something, Maybe by Elizabeth Scott on Monday.
It’s a really nice novel where all the characters have flaws. I like that. When a character has flaws. Lets see: the main character, Hannah has many fears she has to overcome; her mother is a famous online camera whore; her father is a famous celebrity, think Charlie Sheen meet the guy who started Playboy; the boy she likes, Josh, has some but I’m not going to tell you cause it’ll ruin the book for you; the guy Finn, who’s majorly crushing on Hannah is also majorly annoying and won’t leave her alone; finally her best friend Teagan has left fashion school and is scared to go back. I hope I didn’t ruin some parts for you. Anyway, I just like how it felt real, it felt realistic, it felt like I could relate to the fears, the situations (at least some of them), and the problems that occurred in the plot. Hannah works for a fast food company taking people’s orders from the drive-thru window, so do some of my friends. Teagan has a retail job, so do I. I finished it this morning in study hall. It was definitely a good read.
Aaaaaand, today I am starting Melissa Walker’s Violet on the Runway during my break tonight at work.
So far, I have nothing to say about this, considering I haven’t even read the first sentence of the first chapter yet. But I’ll let you know. (: From what I know in the summary it’s about this girl Violet who couldn’t be more plain and average than any other teenage girl, at least to her. Then one day a lady comes up to her saying she’d be the perfect model and there’s a flight waiting for her to take her to NYC. Her secret… she’s going. Ooooh! Exciting! Can’t wait to start reading…
Lastly, I have the rest of my books list.
I’m going to make a page for it. If you have any suggestions on what I should add, let me know. (:
Where have I been?
Have I fallen off the face of the Earth?
Have I decided to kill Fairytales?
Don’t even think of that horror!!!!!
Yes, I realize I’ve broken my pledge to post once a day. But seriously people, those of you who are able to achieve this goal are monsters.
Crazy good monsters that is.
Or crazy bad… It depends.
It depends on whether or not you have amazing time management skills and lots of things to talk (write) about.
Or it depends on whether you have no life and don’t do anything really at home other than go online or play video games.
For those of you who fall under the lines of the second, I pity you.
For those of you who fall under the lines of the first, I envy you.
I think, in my own opinion, that I have some pretty damn good time management skills, but then there’s the chance of, “I”m just not in the mood.” Or “I’m too lazy to get off the couch and walk all the way upstairs to get my laptop.”
Those have been my day’s lately.
Or it’s the occasional, “I don’t know what to write about. What should I say? How do I not know what to say? Wow, my life must be bland… I’m pathetic.”
Thanks me, I really appreciate the compliment. Note the sarcasm dripping from my mouth, or rather fingertips.
So, I apologize WordPress and viewers of Fairytales for breaking my pledge of Post-A-Day 2011. I bet more than half the people on WordPress who pledged along with this also broke it at least once.
This post really has no point, other than the fact that I’m not dead and neither is Fairytales.
Fairytales will never die, for they are legends, myths, fantasies. People will always want to talk about them. I know I sure do. (:
So, happy March everyone. Wow, this year is flying by already! It’s been seven months! Fairytales is seven months old! I’m so proud! *Teary-eyed.*
But you know what that means… Four months until I graduate high school! FINALLY!!!
Who knew fifteen years could seem so long and so short at the same time? Really, it’s quite sad and annoying, which kind of contradicts each other, if you ask me.
As a student, school feels like years and years, and it is. Even though it’s just fifteen years, grades one through twelve, kindergarten, and two years of preschool. Now, as my fifteen years of school come to a close, I realize that it didn’t really take that long. Only a decade and a half.
I’m rambling, and streaming my consciousness, but everyone does that.
So, without further ado (I always wanted to say that), I’ll bring this post to a close.
Goodbye everyone and goodnight.
Have a wonderful week. I hope I do. (:
“1) Holiday maliciously created to make lonely people extremely depressed.
2) A corporate conspiracy conceived by candy makers, rose growers, lingerie stores, and jewelers to get people to spend money on junk.
Valentine’s Day? I’ve had days at the dentist’s that go more enjoyable than that day.
A day in which cards, candies and gifts are bought for one’s significant other, in hopes that their significant other may allow them to release Oxytocin and Vasopressin into their systems, making their brain patterns appear as though they are snorting cocaine.
On this day, they are essentially “buying” their significant other, so that these love chemicals may be released into their system. It is drug money.
On Valentine’s Day, my friend feels the obligation to buy his girlfriend gifts, and in turn, she allows him to feel the love drugs run through his system.
1: A marketing ploy designed to create the expectation between couples that they will buy useless, overpriced “gifts” for one another that will be quickly forgotten the day afterward.
2: A cruel, vicious holiday designed to mock single people and remind them of just how lonely they are.
1: My girlfriend got pissed cause I didn’t get her some shit for Valentine’s Day.
2: Valentines Day makes me want to crawl in a hole and die.
A commercialized holiday that is designed to make you and your “significant other” fall in love even more. Or, gives you the opportunity to tell your “crush” that you love them and what not. But really just ends up making 90% of the population depressed and lonely. Also causing a lot of girls to get typical gifts with no originality whatsoever because they advertise every girl wanting a rose and a box of chocolates.
Him: “Here honey I bought you a dozen roses”
Her: “Oh, how original, thanks honey” in a complete sarcastic tone while thinking, ‘Wow, another dozen roses I can display for two days then throw away.'”
Is this really what people think of Valentine’s Day? As Single’s Awareness Day.
Wow, that really is depressing.
How fortunate are people that are with someone for this crappy day? Seriously?
Very fortunate, if you ask me.
If you haven’t already guessed, I’m spending Valentine’s Day single and alone. Unless you count my family, but really? Who does that?
And to be honest, I don’t mind. I had a couple of boys ask me to be their valentine today, but I declined them all.
I really don’t have a reason. It was nice to feel wanted on this special day, however I feel as if guys ask you to be theirs just so they have someone for that one day. It’s really pathetic and sad, at least to me.
And sure, there are some guys who take Valentine’s Day as their first opportunity to express their unconditional love for someone, and hopefully keep expressing it afterwards. But it just seems like now-a-days, that’s becoming more rare. At least for my generation.
Unless of course, you’re going to ask her to marry you, than by all means DO IT!
It’s cute, it’s corny, and one day you’ll look back on it thinking it either to be the best decision of your life or the most stupid one.
I’m not really sure what the point of this post is supposed to be, actually. And to be blunt and honest, I don’t care.
I was just glad that I got chocolate, because I looooooove chocolate! :D
But if I had a long and committed boyfriend or fiance`, or even husband, I would tell them the same thing every year.
“I don’t see why people buy other people material items to show their love and affection for each other. I think it’s pointless and just down right shallow. You shouldn’t wait for one day out of the whole year to tell the one you love how you feel, even if you’re just reminding them. It should be every day of your lives together. Me, personally, I don’t want anything for Valentine’s Day. Chocolates and maybe one flower will do it just fine for me. No over the top jewelry that you spent your whole paycheck on, or sexy lingerie that’s just going to end up on the floor anyway, or expensive dinners at fancy restaurants you could never afford except, coincidentally, for this one night. It’s just too over-cliched.”
Yeah, I know. That was long, but it’s so true!
Happy Valentine’s (Single’s Awareness) Day everybody! :)
Are you asking what I am doing on Superbowl Sunday?
The horror!!!! How absurd is this?
Thank God for recording on my DVR, otherwise I’d be miserable for the rest of the week.
Who do you think will win?
Because I’d rather the Packers to win, considering the Steeler’s won against the Jets.
Good luck Packers! :D
“This is a site dedicated to finding and praising those rare and few great authors of Inkpop, Mibba, Fictionpress, Quizilla and more other great fiction websites. The best part about it is that you, the readers, get to nominate the good fiction which are then carefully sifted through and hand picked to be added to the list.”
I just want to raise insight to this wonderful site. For those of loving fiction, poetry, and inspiration.
“Our goal is to help young authors become better writers and to strive to write original, well-written, and meaning-infused works of art.”
So, please check it out. It’s an amazing site! (:
AN: I am not one of the amazing creators of this site, though I do sometimes wish to be. All rights are reserved to Project Fiction 2009-2011
After so many years of celebrating New Years, I’ve realized I’ve been taking it for granted.
You know when the ball drops in Times Square on the television everybody screams, “Happy New Year!” and blows on their noisemakers. Then we hug EVERYONE, wishing them a Happy and Healthy. Then we go back to socializing, like nothing even happened. At least that’s how my New Years has been since I can remember. I probably won’t start actual partying until next year when I’m eighteen. But that’s beside the point.
I’ve realized that I don’t ever, EVER, have a New Years resolution. Everybody always talks about it; how no one sticks with it. And the news channels and Internet go crazy with ways to keep your resolutions. But I’ve never paid any attention to them, because I never had a resolution. And if I did, it was something stupid like to not date anybody, so my heart doesn’t get broken…again. But then feelings get in the way and you end up forgetting about the whole thing.
But this New Years, I almost cried. Not that anything bad happened. It was the same boring party with family friends I have every year.
I almost cried, because:
1) This will be my last New Years as a child, under the United States law.
2) A whole year has passed and I’ve been taking the whole thing for granted. In September, I’ll be eighteen and in college. I won’t be with any of my childhood friends. I’ll have to start all over. Sure, I’m excited. But I’m also scared.
3) I’m scared.
4) I feel like my childhood is almost all behind me and I want to keep holding on. I know I’ll be fine on my own, I’m very independent and can take care of myself, but that’s not why I want to keep holding on. I want that childhood bliss. The feeling of knowing that everything is all right. There’s no such thing as bad except for the monsters in your closet or a scraped knee from falling off the swings.
Another year gone, means another year I’m pulled farther away from being a kid. And being innocent and ignorant.
Now, I’m not saying that being an adult is horrible and it means you should be miserable. But you can tell the difference between an adult and a child very easily.
An adult has stress, responsibility, and fear. Fear from just how horrible and cruel the world really is. Terrorists, natural disasters, murders. Your eyes are open to everything and it won’t ever go away.
A child has no stress other than doing their homework, which also falls under the lines of responsibility. They have fear, but for all the different reasons. They know no such thing as terrorists or murders. The only thing scary in their lives is the Count on Sesame Street. (I always thought he was scary. He’s a vampire who likes math! Who in their right mind would like that?)
But if you see my point then you know why I’m scared and I felt like crying on New Years. So when you ask everyone if they had a Happy New Year, my answer would be, “No.” Simple and blunt as that. Unlike this huge rant of mine.
And my New Years resolution?
To not take things for granted, even the little things, and enjoy every minute of my life no matter if I’m an adult or a child. Or even in-between.
And this one, I will stick with. Because it’s easier than trying to loose weight (not that I need to), eating healthier, or trying to control your feelings for the opposite sex.
So let’s welcome 2011 and say goodbye to 2010. Not with regret or remorse. But with contentment that another good year passed by, even if there were downsides. Like my childhood slowly falling out of my grasp.
Happy New Year everybody.