Got a new short story up on the good ol' dA (deviantart.com)...http://www.deviantart.com
Check the place out, it's pretty fun.
I think my addiction to writing has started to rival most of my others lol which is good and bad, I guess.
This is one of those posts like the ones McCurly has all the time.
Peace,
~W.V.~
Apr 18, 2010
Apr 8, 2010
Another Poem...
Wrote this one today during my government class for no apparent reason. It made so much sense when I finished it- keep in mind that "seraph" in this particular poem refers to the stone carvings of angels that guard tombs and graves, but that the speaker is not necessarily speaking to a dead person.
Seraph's Song
If I were an angel,
As I look to be,
You'd never have to feel alone,
As you'd sit beneath my wings.
Alas, I am no angel;
I do not wish to be.
For for your sake I would shed blood,
Or destroy all living things.
A lover, rogue, guardian, wolf;
I am who I am and I am forsook
By those who I should trust the most;
But a ghost remains of all they took.
I am who I am and I am not proud
That fury and passion and madness abound,
Yet for this world I exist and am whole
In the fact that my life is meant to expose;
The only true stability that chaos brings
Is that I'll always shelter you under my wings.
So that's what came out, and I didn't realize how deep my own words were until I thought about them for a while. I needed poetry today for some reason. Hope you enjoy, but whether you do or not feel free to comment.
Peace,
~W.V.~
Seraph's Song
If I were an angel,
As I look to be,
You'd never have to feel alone,
As you'd sit beneath my wings.
Alas, I am no angel;
I do not wish to be.
For for your sake I would shed blood,
Or destroy all living things.
A lover, rogue, guardian, wolf;
I am who I am and I am forsook
By those who I should trust the most;
But a ghost remains of all they took.
I am who I am and I am not proud
That fury and passion and madness abound,
Yet for this world I exist and am whole
In the fact that my life is meant to expose;
The only true stability that chaos brings
Is that I'll always shelter you under my wings.
So that's what came out, and I didn't realize how deep my own words were until I thought about them for a while. I needed poetry today for some reason. Hope you enjoy, but whether you do or not feel free to comment.
Peace,
~W.V.~
Apr 2, 2010
Some Voids Ya' Just Can't Fill...
Like the "Jesus-hole" and the part of me that desires above all else to be a good wife to David and a good mother to whatever children we may have...the part of me that wants my family in general to coexist in some way...and things seem to be working to that purpose now, which is really awesome and strange all at once. I keep waiting to wake up.
So I'm 18 now, which I was not the last time I posted. A few things I'd like to note- licking the lens of a several hundred dollar HDV camera in front of McLemore is probably not a good idea, Revis. Just a thought.
Thoughts of the day, for those of you that are still out there...
1. People that try to outrun the police (Dodge chargers) on a crotchrocket (generic Suzuki) are really dumb.
2. The term "cowcatcher" for the pointy grated thing on the front end of old trains should've been called "the random pointed object we put on the front of our engine so we could plow straight through cows that happened to be on the tracks". Trains only went about 30mph back then, so I've always wondered why they didn't notice the cow on the horizon and just put on the brakes? Cow-hating turds ;)
3. If you don't already watch Shane Dawson on Youtube, I really suggest you do. Start with the Twilight spoofs for you vamp fans out there.
4. I realized the other day that I will definitely cry about missing band and my high school posse, but also out of joy that I'll never have to put up with most of those people or those affiliated with them again. Hallelujah.
4. Instead of playing Spadoodle in a car every time you see a car missing a headlight on the road, play it in crowded public places every time you see an ambiguous person. It's frickin' HILARIOUS.
5. I wanna take a trip with MacMoosie to Atlanta to go to Six Flags again before he goes off to Montevallo and leaves me :(...and BATMAN IS AMAZING. Not the ride so much- just Batman himself. Superman The Ride actually owns.
BAND RECOMMENDATIONS!
1. Punk- The Offspring. Note: original punk, not Green Day-style stuff...much funkier ;)
2. Metal- Metallica (of course) and Linkin Park's old stuff. "Hit the Floor"-LP, "Enter Sandman" live in Paris orchestra ver...SUPAFLYAWESOMENESS. I'm making up words these days...
3. Goth- There really hasn't been much good goth music since I was goth. I still only recommend Manson's crazy tail. My personal picks are "The Beautiful People" and his cover of "Sweet Dreams", originally performed by Eurythmics.
4. Conventional Rock- Three Days Grace, Godsmack, Avenged Sevenfold
5. Emo/tech rock/folk-esque- My Chemical Romance, Evanescence (RIP to one amazing band), Lacuna Coil, Panic at the Disco, The Bravery, Muse
6. Experimental- The Flashbulb
7. Techno- DJ Taka, T.A.T.U.
8. Industrial- Nine Inch Nails
9. Pop- Lady Gaga, Owl City, The Beatles (technically vintage rock, but the wave of Across the Universe fans kinda made it have a pop-music comeback)
10. Other- Female-fronted rock- Mandora, Hailstorm- NoGenre- Hania (search newgrounds.com), Andrew Paul Woodworth- Classical- Immortal Beloved (Beethoven), Wagner in general (Hitler loved Wagner for his powerful symphonic sound, you will too. Lol)- Showtunes- RENT, Sweeny Todd, Were the World Mine, Wicked, The Phantom of the Opera- Ethnic- the Fire Requiem (Mare Crisium, Lacus Serinitatis, Flamma Flamma, Erghen Diado), Carmina Burana, Carmen
Peace,
~W.V.~
So I'm 18 now, which I was not the last time I posted. A few things I'd like to note- licking the lens of a several hundred dollar HDV camera in front of McLemore is probably not a good idea, Revis. Just a thought.
Thoughts of the day, for those of you that are still out there...
1. People that try to outrun the police (Dodge chargers) on a crotchrocket (generic Suzuki) are really dumb.
2. The term "cowcatcher" for the pointy grated thing on the front end of old trains should've been called "the random pointed object we put on the front of our engine so we could plow straight through cows that happened to be on the tracks". Trains only went about 30mph back then, so I've always wondered why they didn't notice the cow on the horizon and just put on the brakes? Cow-hating turds ;)
3. If you don't already watch Shane Dawson on Youtube, I really suggest you do. Start with the Twilight spoofs for you vamp fans out there.
4. I realized the other day that I will definitely cry about missing band and my high school posse, but also out of joy that I'll never have to put up with most of those people or those affiliated with them again. Hallelujah.
4. Instead of playing Spadoodle in a car every time you see a car missing a headlight on the road, play it in crowded public places every time you see an ambiguous person. It's frickin' HILARIOUS.
5. I wanna take a trip with MacMoosie to Atlanta to go to Six Flags again before he goes off to Montevallo and leaves me :(...and BATMAN IS AMAZING. Not the ride so much- just Batman himself. Superman The Ride actually owns.
BAND RECOMMENDATIONS!
1. Punk- The Offspring. Note: original punk, not Green Day-style stuff...much funkier ;)
2. Metal- Metallica (of course) and Linkin Park's old stuff. "Hit the Floor"-LP, "Enter Sandman" live in Paris orchestra ver...SUPAFLYAWESOMENESS. I'm making up words these days...
3. Goth- There really hasn't been much good goth music since I was goth. I still only recommend Manson's crazy tail. My personal picks are "The Beautiful People" and his cover of "Sweet Dreams", originally performed by Eurythmics.
4. Conventional Rock- Three Days Grace, Godsmack, Avenged Sevenfold
5. Emo/tech rock/folk-esque- My Chemical Romance, Evanescence (RIP to one amazing band), Lacuna Coil, Panic at the Disco, The Bravery, Muse
6. Experimental- The Flashbulb
7. Techno- DJ Taka, T.A.T.U.
8. Industrial- Nine Inch Nails
9. Pop- Lady Gaga, Owl City, The Beatles (technically vintage rock, but the wave of Across the Universe fans kinda made it have a pop-music comeback)
10. Other- Female-fronted rock- Mandora, Hailstorm- NoGenre- Hania (search newgrounds.com), Andrew Paul Woodworth- Classical- Immortal Beloved (Beethoven), Wagner in general (Hitler loved Wagner for his powerful symphonic sound, you will too. Lol)- Showtunes- RENT, Sweeny Todd, Were the World Mine, Wicked, The Phantom of the Opera- Ethnic- the Fire Requiem (Mare Crisium, Lacus Serinitatis, Flamma Flamma, Erghen Diado), Carmina Burana, Carmen
Peace,
~W.V.~
Mar 16, 2010
The Homeless Hanger Incident
So I had the funniest day of my recent life yesterday.
I'm sitting in one of the many practice rooms adjacent to the band room at the school with Andrew and Claire. Kevin, however, was in the practice room next to ours practicing on the xylophone. Within each of the practice rooms in the well-worn, foam-esque ceiling tiles are large holes that were, at some point in the past, made by a mysterious force. In our room, slightly to the left of the space above my head, is a ceiling tile that had been moved over to one side, allowing access to the empty, attic-like space that all the practice rooms share.
So everyone in my room was bored. I was numbering measures in ED's music out of boredom, Andrew was reading, and Claire was chilling. The tiny guard room was filled with awkward silence for several minutes, until, suddenly, Andrew looked up from his book and muttered, "I'm gonna throw something at Kevin."
Claire and I smiled and Claire suggested some small, light object to be chucked through the ceiling. Andrew stands on his chair and gives it a toss. The projectile makes it through the hole in our ceiling, but thumps on the inside of the adjacent room's ceiling tiles. "Missed," I mumbled, not particularly interested in the pastime that has been the undisputed favorite of band students since the ceiling-holes were brought into existence (which was probably around twenty years ago or so).
In search of another projectile, Andrew looks up to the rack of color guard flags and finds a row of empty hangers. He grabs a hanger and Claire and I become a little more interested. Andrew flings the hanger and it bounces off the edge of our ceiling-hole and smacks me in the face. After a small burst of laughter from our group, Andrew picked the hanger back up, and mounted the chair for another attempt.
The hanger disappeared through the ceiling-hole and we heard a thump on the other side, and I assumed it was another miss...until, almost instantaneously with the landing-thump of the hanger, Kevin's xylophone notes stopped dead. Devious smiles appeared on the three pairs of lips in the guard room, and then came the familiar Southern drawl of our band director.
"Kevin, did you see that?!"
Kevin's high-pitched, hysterical laughter rose through the ceiling-hole in his room and into the guard room through ours.
The three pairs of eyes in the guard room widened. Andrew leaped down from the chair and spun to sit in it, grabbing his book. Claire stood up and began spinning a rifle as I began numbering measures again. After a few moments our band director (who, in his cooler moments, we call KoopDawg) enters the room with Kevin trailing behind. Kevin looked like he was about to burst into more laughter if he opened his mouth. KoopDawg stared at the hole in our ceiling.
"Is there anyone up there?"
We answered meekly, "No..."
"Doubt it-"
"No sir..."
KoopDawg pointed from the hanger rack to the hole in the ceiling. "One of those hangers...fell through the ceiling..."
The room was silent as we all sat and waited to get yelled at. All the evidence was on the table; we were sitting beneath a hole in the ceiling that quite obviously connected with the hole in the ceiling of the xylophone room, there was an entire rack of hangers directly above Andrew's head, there was no one more fun to prank than Kevin, and no group of kids looked guiltier than us.
The next words our director spoke shocked us to the core.
"Y'all, my wife works at the library and they had these homeless people hiding in their ceilings. They'd been stepping up on the bathroom sinks and climbing into the ceiling...I think there may be homeless people in our ceilings, walking around on the cinder blocks...I need to call somebody about that and see if they'll come check our ceilings..."
So he leaves and goes to his office to get on the phone.
Really?
Like, seriously?
I've been laughing for two solid days.
KoopDawg, we salute you and thank you for the entire class period of stifled, hysterical laughter.
Life is good.
"Laughter is the spice of life"
Peace out,
~W.V.~
I'm sitting in one of the many practice rooms adjacent to the band room at the school with Andrew and Claire. Kevin, however, was in the practice room next to ours practicing on the xylophone. Within each of the practice rooms in the well-worn, foam-esque ceiling tiles are large holes that were, at some point in the past, made by a mysterious force. In our room, slightly to the left of the space above my head, is a ceiling tile that had been moved over to one side, allowing access to the empty, attic-like space that all the practice rooms share.
So everyone in my room was bored. I was numbering measures in ED's music out of boredom, Andrew was reading, and Claire was chilling. The tiny guard room was filled with awkward silence for several minutes, until, suddenly, Andrew looked up from his book and muttered, "I'm gonna throw something at Kevin."
Claire and I smiled and Claire suggested some small, light object to be chucked through the ceiling. Andrew stands on his chair and gives it a toss. The projectile makes it through the hole in our ceiling, but thumps on the inside of the adjacent room's ceiling tiles. "Missed," I mumbled, not particularly interested in the pastime that has been the undisputed favorite of band students since the ceiling-holes were brought into existence (which was probably around twenty years ago or so).
In search of another projectile, Andrew looks up to the rack of color guard flags and finds a row of empty hangers. He grabs a hanger and Claire and I become a little more interested. Andrew flings the hanger and it bounces off the edge of our ceiling-hole and smacks me in the face. After a small burst of laughter from our group, Andrew picked the hanger back up, and mounted the chair for another attempt.
The hanger disappeared through the ceiling-hole and we heard a thump on the other side, and I assumed it was another miss...until, almost instantaneously with the landing-thump of the hanger, Kevin's xylophone notes stopped dead. Devious smiles appeared on the three pairs of lips in the guard room, and then came the familiar Southern drawl of our band director.
"Kevin, did you see that?!"
Kevin's high-pitched, hysterical laughter rose through the ceiling-hole in his room and into the guard room through ours.
The three pairs of eyes in the guard room widened. Andrew leaped down from the chair and spun to sit in it, grabbing his book. Claire stood up and began spinning a rifle as I began numbering measures again. After a few moments our band director (who, in his cooler moments, we call KoopDawg) enters the room with Kevin trailing behind. Kevin looked like he was about to burst into more laughter if he opened his mouth. KoopDawg stared at the hole in our ceiling.
"Is there anyone up there?"
We answered meekly, "No..."
"Doubt it-"
"No sir..."
KoopDawg pointed from the hanger rack to the hole in the ceiling. "One of those hangers...fell through the ceiling..."
The room was silent as we all sat and waited to get yelled at. All the evidence was on the table; we were sitting beneath a hole in the ceiling that quite obviously connected with the hole in the ceiling of the xylophone room, there was an entire rack of hangers directly above Andrew's head, there was no one more fun to prank than Kevin, and no group of kids looked guiltier than us.
The next words our director spoke shocked us to the core.
"Y'all, my wife works at the library and they had these homeless people hiding in their ceilings. They'd been stepping up on the bathroom sinks and climbing into the ceiling...I think there may be homeless people in our ceilings, walking around on the cinder blocks...I need to call somebody about that and see if they'll come check our ceilings..."
So he leaves and goes to his office to get on the phone.
Really?
Like, seriously?
I've been laughing for two solid days.
KoopDawg, we salute you and thank you for the entire class period of stifled, hysterical laughter.
Life is good.
"Laughter is the spice of life"
Peace out,
~W.V.~
Mar 2, 2010
One of Those Times You Just Don't Know What to Say...
So here we are.
Unemployed, by no fault of my own, again, as is D. This economy can't afford to be an economy anymore.
What is there to say?
"How do you connect in an age where strangers, landlords, lovers, your own blood cells betray?"-RENT
Watching Where the Wild Things Are. D is upset tonight, as am I, I suppose. I'd love to light a few candles and some incense and fall asleep for awhile, but I don't see that happening. Sleep is a luxury these days.
Watching this movie reminds me oddly of my childhood. It's quite strange to see something even relatively similar portrayed from the eyes of a child and to begin understanding them through the eyes of an adult.
Universa rei fieri ad tempus...let's hope so. One of those phrases that's an almost startling reckoning, but it's relieving. Like remembering. Like sleep.
I miss so many of you. DC, I hope you can see this, if you're able.
Time to dance *ns ns ns ns ns ns ns ns ns ns*
Wish me luck,
~W.V.~
Unemployed, by no fault of my own, again, as is D. This economy can't afford to be an economy anymore.
What is there to say?
"How do you connect in an age where strangers, landlords, lovers, your own blood cells betray?"-RENT
Watching Where the Wild Things Are. D is upset tonight, as am I, I suppose. I'd love to light a few candles and some incense and fall asleep for awhile, but I don't see that happening. Sleep is a luxury these days.
Watching this movie reminds me oddly of my childhood. It's quite strange to see something even relatively similar portrayed from the eyes of a child and to begin understanding them through the eyes of an adult.
Universa rei fieri ad tempus...let's hope so. One of those phrases that's an almost startling reckoning, but it's relieving. Like remembering. Like sleep.
I miss so many of you. DC, I hope you can see this, if you're able.
Time to dance *ns ns ns ns ns ns ns ns ns ns*
Wish me luck,
~W.V.~
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