I'm the King of New York.

I'm a sucker for musicals.
One of my favourites is Newsies (*cough*Jennifer*cough*). I've seen it oh... a dozen times? It's so good. The original movie stars Christian Bale and, while he isn't the best singer, he sure is fantastic at acting.
Recently, they've created a Broadway musical that looks SO GOOD. If you watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade last year, you probably saw them perform "King of New York", one of their hits. (See, it's right down there!!) ^.^

The girl in the middle at one point sings, "So let's get drunk!" The rest of the boys hollah in agreement, but she follows it up with, "Not with liquor, fame works quicker, when you're king of New York!"

While it's amusing, it brings a poignant truth to mind that's all to apparent in the whole movie with Pulitzer, and that other newspaper guy Pulitzer is going against. Their fame has lead them to be drunk.
With power.

It's an interesting thought to keep in mind, something poignant to understand. There are times when we get power: be it a good grade, a compliment, or whatever, the power goes to your head. And you get drunk with the power.

Just keep that in mind ;)
Totes guilty.

Poetry

thirteen ways of looking at fire

by me

1.

Coals glow red

Reflecting on the sweat of the captive’s

Face.

The captive who is very

Lost.

And facing his last

Moment.

2.

We throw handfuls of sawdust on the fire.

Watch them ignite.

Explode.

A cloud like a mushroom in miniature.

And heat washes our faces.

3.

A man, standing. 

Smoke trailing from his burning cigarette.

As a fight rages on inside.

A fight he is too frightened to face.

4.

Standing at the grave

A family

Hurt

Harmed

Torn

By the loss

Of one in the fire.

5.

The girls curl up in their sleeping bags 

Around the dying fire

And as they sleep,

The fire dies

And the silence is comforting.

6.

The fire crushes

The small town

Like a wave

Overcomes the shore

7.

charred ruins 

a young couple 

crying 

over their 

once 

beautiful 

house

8.

An embrace.

From shocked husband 

to teary wife.

From enraged fire 

to unsuspecting wood.

9.

Eating up the forests

Consuming trees as

A murmur spreads

Through a crowd

Of frightened

onlookers

10.

Dread fills her stomach

Smoke lines the sky

There is danger ahead

She is sure

11.

The soldier looks over the valley

He has decimated 

With fire

And he is called 

Conqueror

And the people

Out of fear

Have run

12.

Holding the punk up to the sparkler

Mesmerised by the colours

As it slowly burns towards your innocent fingers

Threatening to spark them alight

13.

It leaps into the air

Casting its orangey fingers about for the right grasp

It lives.

Grateful.

I'm a klutz. I always have been, really. Tonight, I was sitting at Red Robin with my dad, minding my own business (meaning shaking the almost-empty catsup bottle to get the last bit out for my fries) when I knocked my tray and dropped a chicken tender on the floor.
Needless to say, both my dad and I just cracked up, and a really nice waiter came over and picked it up and said, "Here, I'll remake this for you," and came back five minutes later with a freshly made chicken finger.

It was a bright spot in an otherwise miserable day.
The rain that makes my city infamous has returned, and as much as I love it, being stuck outside in 40 degree weather for an hour or so while your dad is stuck in traffic will make your toes numb and dampen your spirits. Literally and figuratively. And some stuff at school wasn't going too well. I was frustrated and sick all day, angry at people and schoolwork, but a nice warm dinner with my dad that was made better by my klutziness really topped it off well.

And now I just want to curl up in front of a fire with a good book.
Oh wait, I am!

Now to see if I can sleep tonight... O_O

I know the feel, bro.

"And I know you're my friends
And I know it's the end
And I know it's the end, yeah.
So twinkle, lightly
Please twinkle, lighty
And I offer you my wings
and I'm offering
all of me.
And then you fly away with all your sins
and then all of your friends
and then all of your friends...
So please twinkle, lightly
Please twinkle lightly"
~Twinkle Lightly by Talain Rayne

For some strange reason, I'm obsessed with this song.
Don't ask me why, I just am.

There are strange things going on in my life today. I'm gaining and losing so much all at once. It's hard to bear, hard to take in, hard to handle. It's impossible.

But I know I can make it.
Somehow.

I know hope seems futile sometimes, like smoke.
But it's far more tangible than lots of us give it credit for. It's always there, we just need to look for it. And once we start searching, it becomes as clear as the nose in front of your face.
Or that door I just broke my finger on. (ow)

So there's my stupid hopes for today. I just hope the hopeless hopes will give my hopeless day hope.

So twinkle, lightly.

Purpose

My youth pastor once said that if you have a pulse, God has a plan.
In other words, you're breathing, you're here for a reason.

This is a ring I have. I found it randomly (don't ask...).

It looks like a pulse, like a heartbeat. I have a pulse, right? I have a reason to be here. I have a plan set out for me, for my life.

That should bring comfort. And it does.


I've been struggling with purpose.
Kind of trying to understand why I'm put in places or through specific trials. I know it's for a reason. But why? Why me?

I know I have a purpose. We all do.  God loves us all, and we are put through these situations for a reason, a purpose.
Purpose:
Noun:
The reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists


So what's our purpose? What does God want us to take away from what we did today?
I dare you to go out tomorrow and find God's purpose for Monday, October 15th 2012. Because there'll be one there.
I'll take that dare.
Will you?

NaNoWriMo

NaNo has been a topic I've been more than eager to avoid these last few months. Last year's NaNo for me was a flop, and I've been hesitant to plan out a novel because of my busy days and that I've found a ne, different approach to writing that wouldn't fold out well in a novel.
Because, last time I checked, poetry is hard to make a 50 thousand word story out of.

But here I am, typing out a synopsis for an Alice in Wonderland or, Alice in Dystopia. It's an interesting concept I've been humouring for awhile- what would be different if Alice lived in a different time, a different place? What if she was different altogether?
Out of this came Suri Robwyn- my Alice in Dystopia.

It’s 3997, and it’s time for Suri Robwyn to turn her life around. In the broken down dystopia she lives in, jobs for seventeen year old girls are scarce and hard to find— doubly as tough for Suri. She’s chronically ill, and though her seizures are starting to become less and less frequent, no one will hire her. But with a new millenium approaching and technology skyrocketing, she knows that some day there will be an affordable solution for her problem.

But when the application form for the Stede Messenger Institute for Boys and Girls shows up, she sees a new way to get out of the shabby hotel she works in, and a whole new way to see the city: to become a messenger. 

But this is harder than she realises, and before long, she’ll discover even more dangers with the menacing Red Queen, the shady, insane Hatter, and the mysterious disappearing cat from Cheshire. 

So? Your thoughts? It need a lot more research, a lot more thought, and some serious cyborg planning, but otherwise, I think it'll be great.

And if I don't finish it in November, I'll finish it later on :)

Misery.

Today, I am in misery. (Did anyone else get the Maroon 5 song stuck in their heads? Just me? Okay then. Awk.)
Well, I'm not really.


But fall has fell.
And that means two things:
Sick season
My birthday

Both of which are imminent. A nasty cold has hit me hard today. My dad was sweet enough to go get me some DayQuil to survive the work day (thanks daddy!!) and a little tea will do wonders. My head is stuffy though, and my nose is running like crazy :P

And my birthday is on Wednesday.
 So yeah :D