kaizley's journal

It's the a bit of the "novel" that I am writing, which is at the moment, seven pages long... but I'll get there! I thought this was sweet.

“So… You like her?” Hallie asked after a long silence.
“Yeah… I guess.” Lee answered quietly. Hallie looked up at him. He stared at her pillows, pretending not to notice the slight disappointment in her eyes.
“Why?” She asked rather bluntly. Lee looked down at her, surprised with her rude tone. Hallie knew she had said the wrong thing, and ignored his gaze.
“I…I don’t know.” He stammered, looking back at the pillows. Again there was a silence.
“I think I should get home.” He says, getting off the bed.
“Yeah. Okay.”
They walked out to the hall and out the door. Pausing awkwardly for a moment, Hallie hugged him, and Lee gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Both smiled shyly as Lee walks down the path and back up the street, now launched into darkness.

A car came up behind him as he approached his house. It beat him to the driveway. His mother got out and stood at the door while she waited for her son to walk up. Together they went inside and had a cup of tea before bed.

I'm once again trying to get used to using past tense instead of present tense (from all the script writing) so sorry if it's a bit dodgy.

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over ~ The Streets, Dry Your Eyes

These people are soo cool.. but I soo hate this song. Go and read all the lyrics and you might understand. This is EXACTLY what I did to him... I don't know... I've listened to it a total of one and a half times... and I can't stand it. It's kind of freaky... but that could very well just be me.

Shit... I feel bad...

Ignore the voices in your head and look out to the sea.

Gone.

A little well earned procrastination. It's a doosy this one. Just a long improvisation. Have fun.

Lights flicker on and off
But there's no one in the room
Straining to see
Stretching to reach
Circling the premesis
As the light burns out

Emptiness.
Nothingness.
You're reason has gone
Just like that
You are no more.

Today I went through four whole hours of Italian. It gets me thinking.. how on earth would italians be able to stand it!! I mean... it's sooo hard to keep up with..

che cosa fai?

faccio studio!

che cosa studio?

sono studio biologia, inglese, drammatica (according to the dictionary.. but my teacher says differently)matematica, historia e italiano. Sono stressatissimo! (excuse my spelling)

Ok. that's enough trying to be italian. If you didn't understand any of it, it basically said:

what are you doing?

studying

what are you studying?

i study bio, english, drama, maths, history and italian.

If someone would like to argue against that, please do correct my istakes, i need a lot of that.

You will often find that change is a good thing. No rhyming, free verse-ish. Enjoy.

They won't notice if you're hiding
In dark corners of the night.
Though you seem to light a fire
With your eyes.
You're anticipating action
You can feel their rusty blades
Do you dare to make a sound?
Or will they strike?
You can see them creeping over
You can hear them russel leaves
You feel their rusty metal
Pierce your skin.

They loose interest and move on
From the darkness of your cave
Leaving you alone, not expected
To survive.
They sail off on ships of bronze
While your firey eyes at rest
You can hear their evil cackles
far away.
They don't make it to the shore
No, they sink to bottom blue
So no gold for these strangers
Of the night.

This post was edited by kaizley on Aug 04, 2004.