Thoughts on Take-Out Chinese

I love take-out Chinese. It is manna from heaven. I feel inclined to share with you how much I love lo meine. It's amazing noodles and vegetables, together. It tastes amazing. I need to get a job so that I can buy my own take-out Chinese whenever I want. I love the stuff with a passion. Especially when I'm craving it. Like I was tonight. Luckily, my mother was easily swayed and I could talk her into getting take-out Chinese for dinner tonight. There hardly isn't any left, but I'll eat the left overs, even if they aren't as good as fresh take-out Chinese. I love take-out Chinese.
As a side thought, I might not have school again tomorrow. We're supposed to get more snow. Great. Sarcasm. By the way. We're supposed to be getting this huge ice storm this weekend and I'm scared for that, but whatever.
I have take-out Chinese, and there for, I am happy.
Fortune Cookie: Life to you is a dashing and bold adventure.
Made my night my fortune cookie did.

Writers Block

Now listen here. Writers block is a plague that will be the death of me. I promised to have a new Sherlock fanfiction up everyday and today I haven't written anything yet. That's not good. Not good at all. It snowed again. Draw your own conclusions.

Shaking

I'm still shaking from a fight I had with my eight year old brother. He just wouldn't listen. Just wouldn't listen to me, and he was shouting at me to stop squeezing, and I was shouting at him to listen to me, and to choose, and he didn't listen. He wanted to frustrate me, break me. I think it might have worked. I'm still shaking. And when I say break me, I meant break me mentally, not physically. Physically, I could have killed him. And I think I almost did. I didn't, the thought had even crossed my mind but if he had made me any more upset, I could have, by accident. Oh. I could never forgive myself. Never ever forgive myself. Glad it's over. It has been for about five minutes. I finally got him to listen, with the help of my fourteen year old brother, he finally calmed down, and now he's trying to nap. That doesn't stop me from thinking that something bad could have happened to him. Something terrible, and I could have caused it. He made me cry today. I was crying, trying, sobbing really. I hurt myself trying so hard not to cry. At least it's over now. At least we're all okay. Mum and dad should be home soon, and I should have stopped shaking by then. Hopefully. I'm done shaking, done fighting. I just want to die I think.

Snow Day Take Two

Today we had another Snow day. I'm thinking it might be a good thing, but it turns out to be not so much. You see, I'm still sick and I had to shovel the walk. And now I'm being forced to leave my house by some friends. I'm not sure I really want to go because they are like, together, and I'm not with them on that. They're together, but not together. It's awkward. And I don't like being a part of it. Oh well. I have to salt the walk now. Brilliant. Coats and shoes and everything go back on and I troop back outside to salt the walk before my friends get here to drag me away. Kicking and screaming.

Sick

I'm sick. Ish. It really isn't any fun. My throat hurts. I have an appointment with my Orthodontists and I don't want to go cause I'm sick. I hate being sick. It sucks. Ah well. There's nothing I can really do about it. I was sick on my day off school and ended up sleeping most of the day away, which, let me tell you, was pretty good. I felt better after that. Sort of. I was still shaky and cold, and a little bit sore, but I felt better. Ish. I finished the best thing ever for fanfiction. It's beautiful. I bloody love it. Except for the last bit. I hate that.
I'm doing a collaborative project with a friend of mine. It's going to be amazing. We've got the first chapter, and I'm supposed to write the second one. I haven't actually started yet, well I have, it's just not any good. But today when I get home from school I'll work on it some more. Oh it's going to be amazing. Right. I have to go to school. It's not going to be big on dignity. GERONIMO!

The Pride of an Author.

I think I should inform everyone of my tremendous pride. I take pride in the Sherlock fanfiction that I just recently released. It's amazing and I really love it. Here is a link. Go enjoy at your own risk.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6603312/16/This_Should_Be_Intriguing

There are four chapters. Four chapters so far, I think I'm going to work on a fifth and that will be the end of that. But still. It's amazing. I love it, and am very... Proud of it. I never thought I had it in me. And now I feel like I should warn you.
I never get this excited about my work. Ever. At least not unless it's very good. I think most of my work is bad. Most of it probably is. I don't know. Usually, I tell people not to read my stuff because I think it's bad. So when I say this is brilliant, you might want to take my word for it.

Sleeping.

I woke up. It felt like I was swimming to the surface of a pool. Just as... Slow. I opened my eyes and said, "Oh no. Please. Not today. I don't want... Not today." And sat up, getting cold, uncomfortable and grouchy. I turned off my alarm clock, got up, and got dressed, feeling unhappy. Oh. It's going to be one of those days.

Proud

I'm really proud of this. I wrote it in sixty seconds. On oneword.com. I love oneword.com. It's great. A great place for inspiration.
I wake, with a headache and a dread. I can't remember how I got here. I don't know anything about where I am. I don't understand. I can't see. I can hardly breathe. Something isn't right. I remember going to the library. And then my mind hurts as is tries to recall images that just don't want to be remembered. I need to wake up. Cautiously I reach over to my arm and pinch it, nope. Not sleeping.

Snow Day

Snow days make me depressed. I don't know why. Maybe it's the fact that I had a plan for the day and it got smashed because of the snow. Or maybe it's because I sit at home all day, bored out of my mind, and have nothing to do. It's just really depressing. Today me mum made me go outside and shovel the walk with her. I did so grudgingly. I hate the snow. It's cold. After about ten minutes of being outside with the fluffy snow, I wanted to chop my fingers off because they hurt. Obviously I didn't, or I wouldn't be typing this, but my point still stands. I only like snow when it's falling, when it's on the ground, it can melt. School was canceled and I woke up at four forty in the morning for no reason. How depressing is that?
You know what I hate? People. I hate people. People are just... Annoying. Most of the time I love them, humans, but today.... Everyone irks me. I don't want to leave the house, because I know that if I do, I'll get myself hurt or in trouble with people. Even thought I don't want to leave the house due to people issues, I want to get out of here. It's so... cooped up. Cabin fever. I shouldn't be.... Here right now. I want out. But I have to stay here. I guess you could say my life's a disappointment. Not all the time. Just some of the time. Today at least. I have to write some Sherlock fanfiction now. I need to figure out how to say bye...
Until next time?
That's never going to work....

And Then There Was None.

I don't know why I titled this the way I did. I just thought that, hey, I like that. I like Agatha Christy. She's great, which is why I love the Doctor Who episode, The Unicorn and the Wasp. She's in it. So right now, I'm in the middle of writing a fanfiction for the Sherlock section of fanfiction.com, which is a brilliant site, FYI. I just don't know how to end it. It's a brilliant piece I think. I need to finish a Doctor Who fanfiction I started over the summer, even though I think it's awful. Some people seem to like it.
So today I was watching this kid. No, not stalkerish, just observing him. His name's Nathan, he's in my theatre class and he's amazing. He keeps looking down the row at me. Not that it's a bad thing or anything, just odd. I should probably introduce myself to him.
It's Friday, meaning that I don't have school tomorrow, meaning that I have no life.
I'm getting my hair dyed tomorrow. That should be interesting.
I mentioned my fanfiction. Here's a link to my profile enjoy: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1490727/Time_Lord_Victorious
I should mention that um... It's fanfiction, and I only write for certain shows. Three actually. I only have one up for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I don't even like it that much. I have two up for Doctor Who, and three up for Sherlock. I have a poem for Doctor Who and a play for random stuff. So yeah. I wrote a play that I need to put up there too. So yeah. That's all for today. 

Once

Once upon a time, I saw a man who was falling from the sky. When he was about ten feet from the ground he started to talk to me, telling me to bloody help him or he would kill me. I didn't get a chance to reply because he landed on me before I could even open my mouth. I saved this man's life. He was flying, and then falling, and then saved. He told me he had been in an aeroplane and he had fallen out without a parachute, and thank you oh so much for standing where you were because you saved my life. I stood up, dumbfounded at this impossible man. And this is what I said, "WhotheHellareyou? Areyouokay? WhattheHelljusthappened? Myjeansareripped. Craaaaaaaaaap." He walked away after that, and I never saw that man again. I did hear about his story in the news. He ever so conveniently didn't mention me. Leaving out the part that I had saved him. It was depressing. The End.
That is sort of what I wanted to happen in theatre today. I did meet someone who is amazing in my theatre class. He finished one of the exercises we were doing really well, and it was just great. I think I might love that kid. I should probably talk to him I think. What do you think?

Silence

Silence is creeping, seeping into the house, down through the windows. It smothers the flowers, makes horses go grey, keeps little children in to play. It harrows the soul, makes knees go weak, strangles the song and makes us weep. We can hardly stop it, there's nothing to do but hide indoors and wait. The night is a blanket, the silence a spell and none can escape it, or we'll all be dead. Noise has to stop, for something or other, and children's fears must have a place to be real. Though no one expects it, it creeps along, almost invisible. It's awkward or welcome, sleepy or calm. Silence remains when the world is gone. We don't have a choice, but to bid it welcome, open our doors and let the mist come rolling in. A shot and a shout, and silence reins again. And no one can stop it, our voices are stolen, our movements barred, and the blanket covers us like a sheet. Hope and pain are constant companions, but silence is lonely, unattached and free. Silence smothers and strangles, it's fearsome and great, impossible. A spell. Silence reins supreme.

I wrote this yesterday, and  was surprised by it. It was longer then I thought, as well as being somewhat beautiful. Wow. Good Job self.

Help I'm Alive.... Except I'm Dead

You know what is really horrible? When you get a horrid case of writers block. It is the most horrific thing that can ever happen to a writer. You know what worse then that? When you have writers block, AND a serious case of cabin fever, AND a massive headache that is taking over your life. It really is horrible. And I think I am done ranting about horribleness when you have writers block. I think I am. Ahaha. So there. I'm finished. Worn myself out and then, I've just made my headache even worse. Good going! FAIL. I think I should drop dead right now because um.... My head hurts and I have writers block.

Well Then... Something New

Right. Hello. I'm Hana. For obvious reasons my last name is not my actual last name, and for all you bloody well know, my name isn't actually Hana. Not that I'll have anything to post, or anything like that, just.... A place for musings. Like my moleskinne, but people can read this, and you can't read my moleskinne. Right so. Funny story. I guess I'm supposed to talk about myself right now. Okay. I'm awkward, nonexistent in the actual world. Not many friends, not many anything. I don't have a life, so instead, I write. And if I'm lucky, I get to act in my theatre troop. Not that I actually have a theatre troop, because I don't. I mean my class. So yeah. I watch loads of television, probably too much and I read. Excessively. Bugger, it's hard trying to talk about yourself. I write. Creatively. It's my thing. Lately I've been writing um... fanfiction. Mostly for the show Sherlock, sometimes for Doctor Who, and once for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but that failed miserably. I've got to go write a fanfiction now, because I promised, and any interested parties, my next post will probably have a link to my page on fanfiction.net. Just saying. Thank you all.

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