Hello, Frequenters!
I’m here.
Finally.
After, oh, a 15-day delay? But. I’m getting better! At posting! It’s better than 19 days of not posting!
Enough of the random…ness.
Today, we are here to talk about many different *exciting* topics.
1. My global project.
2. Digital storytelling.
3. Up and Coming Music Artists.
4. A novel post?!?!?!?
5. YouTubing
6. and, of course… the old usuals. Secret, song lyrics, and quote.
Ya. So, here we go.
The fantastical post begins with my global project.
I am not sure how many of you are aware of this, but Eva Peron is one of the most fantastic women in history. Really. She started as a “bastard child” (S. Def: the child of a married man with his ‘lover’), turned into a very talented actress, and became Vice President of Argentia, as well as founded a “Home School” organization for underprivledged children. One of her lovely quotes include, “Shadows cannot see themselves in the mirror of the sun.” Another quite simple one is, “I am my own woman.” And how true.
“Evita” is a very interesting, worthwhile woman. Google her up, if you dare to contradict me!! 😉 For this “Bio In A Box” project, we must have a two-paged paper, a decorated box, and at least 12 artifacts with descriptions for our person. I have already decided (SHHH! DON’T TELL ANYONE) that I will do a Modge Podge collage of black and white photos on her box, a hand drawn picture of her, a THREE- paged paper, and many interesting artifacts, including a filmreel.
Mmmmkay. So, my new obsession: d.i.g.i.t.a.l.s.t.o.r.y.t.e.l.l.i.n.g. YES!!! I have just recently attended my writing studio, and we discussed digital storytelling. I am hoping to cultivate my talent enough to create a story that is YouTube-worthy. Let’s zoom ahead to another bullet and get this one tackled down.
I really, really, really want to become a YouTube frequenter. No, not just a prominent commenter. I want to be a common updater, a known name for my videos! Of course, that will entale many crash courses on OneTrueMedia and lots of editing, a new screenname, and a better WebCam, but I’m up for the challenge! 🙂 I wonder if anyone would really watch my YouTubes… then again, I can be interesting if I try. As I’m sure you can see.
Up and Coming music artists. Aaaaah, that phrase! Doesn’t it just sound smashing? Say it smoothly, three times fast. upandcomingupandcomignupandocmingf…. never mind, too difficult. Hah! Two of my favorite new girls are Priscilla Renea with “Hello, My Apple” and Angel Taylor. Priscilla Renea is just amazing, especially with her YouTube hit that literally describes my life: “Dollhouse“. And Angel Taylor is hitting it up with “Chai Tea Latte” and “Age”. You go girlll! Haha. Like she would ever see this. >.<
And, we shall go to novel posts. I decided to enlighten you and post a portion of a novel… which one? Ohhh…. alright. Perfect! I have found an excerpt just suiting. This is from my Alice In Wonderland sequel. I hope you enjoy.
Alice stared into the darkness, willing herself to stay awake. The house had become completely quiet about, if she could presume, a half hour ago. But, Alice could be careful and cautious if she willed and she wasn’t about to let herself get caught. She waited in stone cold nervousness as she listened to Samantha’s snores, yet her stomach fluttered with thousands of butterflies of excitement. Dinah was close enough to Alice for her to be able to see the kitty’s chest rise and fall.
Even in her sleep, Dinah was purring.
Slowly, Alice eased herself out from under the sheets and slipped into her soft silk slippers, feeling a breeze whoosh under her nightgown. She took a daring step forwards, and then another. Alice stifled a cry as she bumped into the dresser, and squeezed out the door.
Painfully sluggish, Alice hopped down each individual stair, using all she had to balance her weight. The ticking of the grandfather clock was like a lullaby to her, and she kept her eyes trained on the door.
Reaching the hallway, she avoided the creaky floorboard and slid up to the door. Alice took the brass doorknob in her hand and very gently twisted it to the left. The door opened with a satisfying click, and she patted her neck to make sure the key still hung on its ribbon.
Satisfied, Alice squeezed through the small crack and carefully shut the door, racing out of sight from the house.
She came around the willow tree, and felt around the trunk for the lantern and matches she hid there. Alice groaned as she lifted both items, the matchbox a little wet.
Alice pattered over to the courtyard, swung open the door, and crept inside.
The courtyard was magical at night.
The fish pond glistened in the moonlight, goldfish darting underneath the surface. Roses hung suspended, and a few early fireflies navigated through the foliage. Flowers bloomed in every winding corner, and petals strewn a path for Alice to follow. She twisted and turned all the way to a tiny gazebo, in which she set down and gathered a journal she had been working with. She dipped the pen in the precious pot of ink and continued writing.
“I don’t much care where—” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.” said the Cat.
“—so long as I get somewhere.” Alice added as an explanation.
Is that even right?, Alice thought. She felt frustrated inside, for she already had begun to think that she was losing a little part of Wonderland every day, forgetting one little detail, even though it was so dear to her heart.
“Perhaps you will be getting nowhere if you forget to go somewhere,” Purred a voice.
Alice jumped, startled.
She sat up a little straighter, alert, and darted her eyes around in fear.
“Who…who are you?” She stuttered.
“The question is…who are YOU, dear Alice? At least, that’s what the Caterpillar tells me.”
“Ch—Chessy?” Alice called softly. “Is it you, dear friend?”
Alice heard a hiss.
“Alice, the ones you hold dearest are the ones you hold far away. You cherish your good friends, but you never think of them close enough in assumption!”
Alice pondered over the curiosity.
“So, what you say is… the friends I hold closest are the ones I keep farthest apart?”
A tall shadow appeared in front of the flickering lantern-candle.
“Correct.”
And then a paw came into view, and then a gray body, and then a kitty head.
Regally, the kitty licked its paw and held Alice’s glance with shining baby blue eyes.
“Dinah!” Alice gasped. “Oh, dear, sweet Dinah! However did you make your way out, clever girl?”
… and that’s the small taste I will allow you.
Secret #6: I’m scared of EVERYTHING. Getting lost, getting forgotten, the dark, bugs, murders, rapists, fire, clowns, Halloween… the list goes on and on.
The secret is brought up in reference to FrightWorld. However will I make it through the experience with my friends? I’ll be the laughingstock… the fool, of course. Oh, joy. I will be holding onto my friend, crying and peeing my pants. Literally. I hope to kind of overcome my fears! A bit! They are silly, anyways. But a big group of us are going. So, it should be fun. Ish. I hope. *sigh*
To leave you with… a quote. {How fitting, I picked one about fear! I hope it will prove true…}
“Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing.”
♥♥♥Love♥♥♥,
Sarah [=
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**I’m just a girl, you’re just a boy
This is my heart, it’s not a toy
So what’s with you playing with my mind
We used to be cool, this used to be love
Now it’s become, something like a job
Like it or not, maybe things were changing right before our eyes
I tried to be a picture perfect girl
But you were in your own fantasy world
Tryna control me like some kind of Barbie
but that just ain’t me
Cause I ain’t a doll, this aint a dollhouse
You’re way too old to be, puttin me down like this
and playing around like this
I ain’t a doll, this ain’t a dollhouse
No, I could never be, stuck living life like this
behind these four walls, cause I ain’t a doll
And I come with imperfections
Epitome of perfection
if you can’t understand, loving the way I am
then you’re no good for me, so glad I kept my receipt**
{[and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of my life. meaning above. lyrics.]}
Broken Glass 