TEN random things about me
1. I am very much in love with rain and thunderstorms.
2. I have a hopeless addiction to things with caffeine - Coffee, tea, and coke are the main three.
3. My biggest fears (that are tangible) are insane asylums and the people in them (including the doctors), needles, and fish (I have no idea how that started but it's pretty bad).
4. I tend to like music if I can relate it to my life somehow. Pretty much all my favorite songs (Of which there are over 200) can be somehow related to some part of my life. I can truely describe everything I have ever felt through songs. Music helps me get through the tough times in my life, and they can change some aspect of it, just by giving me a new perspective.
5. I spend my days daydreaming about every single thing. Someone could say one thing, and I'll think about it for long time, trying to imagine the different possibilities of what they said.
6. I have some bad nightmares, but they don't really make sense, and they connect to some of the things I day dream about, which is really weird cause they feel very very real to me.
7. I am a very quiet person, and while I can be loud and outgoing at some times, I usually perfer to be in my room listening to music and not saying anything at all. I also hate being around people I don't know, which is why, when I go to a party, I tend to only talk to the people that I do know.
8. I never truly get over the people that I had a serious crush on. Ever since grade 8. There will always be a part of me that will like them, though I am mostly friends with them now.
9. My mind never shuts up, which means it takes me about two hours to get to sleep because that is how long it will take for my mind to just relax.
10. I only feel alone when I'm around lots of people, and then when I am actually alone, I feel perfectly fine.
NINE ways to win my heart
1. Play guitar. I have a weakness for it.
2. Don't be someone different when we're out with friends and when we are alone. Be yourself at all times, or will more than likely just get annoyed with the change.
3. DO NOT CALL ME SHORT!!!! I already know that I am short. I have been short my whole life.. It's like telling someone that they are black. They already know it, so why do you have to tell them???
4. Visit me at work, even if it's just for two seconds..
5. Accept that I get uncomfortable when you call me pretty, or anything like that. Cute is okay. Anything more makes me feel awkward.
6. Introduce me to the kind of music that you like. Chances are I will like it too. And listen or at least accept what I listen to. I know some of it is really random, but I like it.
7. Take picture of me with you, let me take pictures of you, take random funny videos of us together. Anything that I can look at later and say, that was a good day.
8. Making me laugh is always a good way to make me want to hang out with you more. I love laughing.
9. You don't have to be constantly talking. Sometimes more can be said with silence than with a million words.
EIGHT ways to annoy me
1. Calling me short. Already explained lol.
2. Tlkin lke dis. Using u instead of you. l8r instead of later. It's just so annoying.
3. Constant need to fill every second with useless chatter.
4. Blaming me for something that is not my fault (mostly at work. Like I have control over the taxes! Fuck off people! I'm just a cashier!)
5. Girls who think that being a dumbass is the way to get guys to like you, and act all ditzy around guys.
6. Yes, some internet videos are funny the first time. playing them over and over again is just annoying. And there are some that are actually just stupid and not funny at all.
7. Being left out of things that all my friends are doing. Like not being invited somewhere or anything of that sort.
8. When text messages go unanswered. You could at least say something. Don't care if it's just one word.
SEVEN things I want to do before I die
1. See these bands/singers: AFI, All Time Low (Yay seeing them soon!), Our Innocence Lost, and Taylor Swift.
2. Return to England, and stay there for at least 3 months. Basically, move there, even if it's just for a short time.
3. Go to Australia.
4, Fall in love and get married.
5. Finish a book/story.
6. Learn to play the guitar.
7. Visit Japan.
SIX things I need
1. Friends
2. Music
3. Dreams
4. Love
5. Colour
6. Rain
FIVE things I'm scared of
1. Insane Asylums
2. The people in the above (doctors included)
3. Needles
4. Fish
5. Mirrors at night/in the dark, when they are covered by something during the day.
FOUR favorite things in my room
1. iPod
2. Computer
3. Books
4. Bed
THREE things I do everyday
1. Listen to music
2. Text someone
3. Wash my face
TWO things I'll always cherish
1. My ideas and ideals in my head
2. My friends that I know I will always have.
ONE confession I must make
I have a lot of secrets, and no, I won`t tell you. Some people do know some, but I would rather keep them to myself, at least for now.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Yay for being able to Write :)
Murder for the Vengeance – Twilight Academy 1
Plane rides suck. They are long and there is absolutely nothing to do on plane rides. It’s worse when you have to ride a plane alone, going to some boarding school that you don’t know, and the flight is 6 hours long, taking you from your nice home in Ottawa all the way to London, England. A whole ocean away from your friends and family. Plane rides suck.
I can’t sleep on planes. I end up staying awake and being extremely bored the whole damn flight. Thank god for my iPod though. If I didn’t have that…Oh man. Currently it’s playing Crushcrushcrush by Paramore. I closed my eyes, listening to the music.
Somehow, I had managed to get into some crazy exclusive boarding school overseas. Of course, it’s not a high school. Oh no. It’s a university. So not really a “boarding school”, but it was very exclusive and everyone lived on campus. Apparently it was run like a high school..? I had no idea. I had never even heard of it when my parents, all happy and excited, told me I had gotten a scholarship and was going there for free.
Oh and the tuition for this school? Oh yeah, that was about $100,000. And by dollars, I mean pounds. As in multiply that by about 3 and that’s how much it is Canadian. Basically I somehow got a free ride to this school.
Oh if I could trade that scholarship for actual money….I’d be living a good life.
Who the heck pays that much for their child to go to school anyway????
One more thing about this school: They sent a private jet to take me there. As in it lands right at the school. I have a feeling this school will be in a castle and all nice and pretty…. Maybe it will be Hogwarts… Ha ha imagine…
The plane took off, and it was really smooth. I can’t say I’ve ever been on a private plane before, so I don’t really know how they fly… I have been on a plane before, and I’ve taken this journey to England twice. This was the first time the plane took off and it felt like nothing. It was nice. Maybe I would be able to sleep. And hopefully the food will be better.
The plane ride wasn’t too bad. It was pretty gentle, and the food was actually edible. I managed to fall asleep for part of it, and so it didn’t really feel like such a long flight. I woke up about 20 minutes before we were supposed to be landing. I took this time to go through my stuff to change.
My parents believed that this school, being highly elite and such, would be very preppy and high class, and so I had to “dress the part”. So I was in this nasty skirt-suit in this horrible pink colour. Basically, it looked completely terrible, and very not me. So I stashed some clothes in my carry on and now I could change my clothes.
I went into the bathroom (Which was oddly roomy) and quickly took off the horrible monstrosity that was supposed to be clothes. I pulled my hair out of its boring pony tail. I put on my red and black mini school girl skirt with the big silver buckle. I put on a black halter top, and a tie that matched my skirt. I mussed up my hair, letting the red layer underneath the black show through. I put in my little red bow clip in it. I put my lip piercing back in, same with my left eyebrow ring. I pulled on my big black lace up boots with the large heals. They were my “hooker-ass-kicking-I-could-kill-you-in-five-seconds” boots. I loved them.
All dressed up now, I washed off the “pretty in pink” make up and put on my regular stuff. Dark eye shadow around the eyes, a little bit of glitter as well. Some dark red lip gloss. Volume pumping mascara. Change those earrings to something better… Some angel wings.
I looked quickly in the mirror. Perfect. I could care less what these people there think. I just hoped I’d be able to find someone who wasn’t totally preppy so that I could have someone to talk to there.
After landing, the attendant got my bags and brought them inside. I was left to follow some other guy (Didn’t catch his name. He talked fast), and he brought me to see the Dean.
I was right, it was a castle. A really, really big one. One that looked like the Palace of Versailles. Only grander. And less shiny. It was less white and more with the black and reds and other colours. Sort of a gothic version of it I guess.
I followed the guy through the large, ornate doors, through a grand hallway (the “Grand Entranceway” I was told), which had a large chandelier and lots of old looking paintings on the wall. I wanted to look at them, but I had to hurry to keep up with the guy. He walked really fast. We went up this stairway that was hidden behind a large painting of horses running. After climbing the stairs, (I hate stairs with a passion. I really hoped there was an elevator somewhere in this place.), we were at a plain wooden door, which I was told to wait by until the Dean called me in. The guy left, and I was alone, staring at this wooden door, waiting.
I looked around. The walls were made of stone. There were no paintings, or any sort of decoration around. Just the stairs and a door. I started picking at my nails, seeing as there was really nothing else to do. Just then the door opened, and this really young guy stood there. He was average height, with dark brown hair, wearing jeans and a collared shirt. He looked about 25, and damn. He was drop dead gorgeous.
“Ah, Shannon. Good to see you. Come in.” He said in this silky smooth voice. Wait a second. Was he the Dean?? He was so young! I stumbled in after him, a little shocked that he could possibly be the Dean. Seriously! So young! So hot! No! Can’t thank about him that way. Not a good way to start the year. Get a grip Shannon!
“Have a seat.” He gestured to a chair, making my internal rambling stop. I turned to where he pointed, and saw a nice comfy looking seat. There were two, and a desk in front of them, and a chair in which the Dean sat. I took the chair closest to me and continued to look around. The room was simple. Round. There were a few bookshelves, and a few paintings, but it was mostly bare, save for the large window over-looking the grounds. I hadn’t seen much of the grounds but I imagined they were going to be stunning, breathtaking, much like the rest of the school.
“So welcome to Twilight Academy. I’m the Dean, name’s John Winchester. Just call me John.” He smiled a nice friendly smile. “You’ll find that this school is very different from any school you’ve been to. Our classes are unique, as well as our staff and student body. There are things here you will discover that you could never find anywhere else. And I have a feeling a few things will shock you at first, but I’m sure you’ll get used to them. You should fit in well here.”
John stood up and headed to the door, motioning for me to follow him. “I’ll take you down to the cafeteria, where you will meet your roommates. You’ll be in a suite style room, meaning you have your own room, then a shared room with three others.” We were walking back down the stairs, and then through the Entranceway. “The rooms here are much larger than the normal dorm rooms, and it’s really like your own apartment. I especially like the room you’re in. One of my favorites. And one of the biggest. Usually saved for our scholarship students.”
Sweet. Biggest room. I liked this school so far.
We walked through the Entranceway and had come to two large doors. John pushed them open, and stepped inside. I followed, and then stopped. I looked around at everyone there. My heart actually stopped.
There had been a distinct chatter in the room, but it all stopped when I walked through the doors. I couldn’t breathe. How could someone leave out this obviously huge detail in their description of the school?
I scanned the crowd, hoping I was wrong, maybe I had missed something. But I hadn’t. I looked to John, he was smiling.
“Sorry Shannon, I guess we forgot to mention. Twilight Academy is an all boys university.”
Well, shit.
Plane rides suck. They are long and there is absolutely nothing to do on plane rides. It’s worse when you have to ride a plane alone, going to some boarding school that you don’t know, and the flight is 6 hours long, taking you from your nice home in Ottawa all the way to London, England. A whole ocean away from your friends and family. Plane rides suck.
I can’t sleep on planes. I end up staying awake and being extremely bored the whole damn flight. Thank god for my iPod though. If I didn’t have that…Oh man. Currently it’s playing Crushcrushcrush by Paramore. I closed my eyes, listening to the music.
Somehow, I had managed to get into some crazy exclusive boarding school overseas. Of course, it’s not a high school. Oh no. It’s a university. So not really a “boarding school”, but it was very exclusive and everyone lived on campus. Apparently it was run like a high school..? I had no idea. I had never even heard of it when my parents, all happy and excited, told me I had gotten a scholarship and was going there for free.
Oh and the tuition for this school? Oh yeah, that was about $100,000. And by dollars, I mean pounds. As in multiply that by about 3 and that’s how much it is Canadian. Basically I somehow got a free ride to this school.
Oh if I could trade that scholarship for actual money….I’d be living a good life.
Who the heck pays that much for their child to go to school anyway????
One more thing about this school: They sent a private jet to take me there. As in it lands right at the school. I have a feeling this school will be in a castle and all nice and pretty…. Maybe it will be Hogwarts… Ha ha imagine…
The plane took off, and it was really smooth. I can’t say I’ve ever been on a private plane before, so I don’t really know how they fly… I have been on a plane before, and I’ve taken this journey to England twice. This was the first time the plane took off and it felt like nothing. It was nice. Maybe I would be able to sleep. And hopefully the food will be better.
The plane ride wasn’t too bad. It was pretty gentle, and the food was actually edible. I managed to fall asleep for part of it, and so it didn’t really feel like such a long flight. I woke up about 20 minutes before we were supposed to be landing. I took this time to go through my stuff to change.
My parents believed that this school, being highly elite and such, would be very preppy and high class, and so I had to “dress the part”. So I was in this nasty skirt-suit in this horrible pink colour. Basically, it looked completely terrible, and very not me. So I stashed some clothes in my carry on and now I could change my clothes.
I went into the bathroom (Which was oddly roomy) and quickly took off the horrible monstrosity that was supposed to be clothes. I pulled my hair out of its boring pony tail. I put on my red and black mini school girl skirt with the big silver buckle. I put on a black halter top, and a tie that matched my skirt. I mussed up my hair, letting the red layer underneath the black show through. I put in my little red bow clip in it. I put my lip piercing back in, same with my left eyebrow ring. I pulled on my big black lace up boots with the large heals. They were my “hooker-ass-kicking-I-could-kill-you-in-five-seconds” boots. I loved them.
All dressed up now, I washed off the “pretty in pink” make up and put on my regular stuff. Dark eye shadow around the eyes, a little bit of glitter as well. Some dark red lip gloss. Volume pumping mascara. Change those earrings to something better… Some angel wings.
I looked quickly in the mirror. Perfect. I could care less what these people there think. I just hoped I’d be able to find someone who wasn’t totally preppy so that I could have someone to talk to there.
After landing, the attendant got my bags and brought them inside. I was left to follow some other guy (Didn’t catch his name. He talked fast), and he brought me to see the Dean.
I was right, it was a castle. A really, really big one. One that looked like the Palace of Versailles. Only grander. And less shiny. It was less white and more with the black and reds and other colours. Sort of a gothic version of it I guess.
I followed the guy through the large, ornate doors, through a grand hallway (the “Grand Entranceway” I was told), which had a large chandelier and lots of old looking paintings on the wall. I wanted to look at them, but I had to hurry to keep up with the guy. He walked really fast. We went up this stairway that was hidden behind a large painting of horses running. After climbing the stairs, (I hate stairs with a passion. I really hoped there was an elevator somewhere in this place.), we were at a plain wooden door, which I was told to wait by until the Dean called me in. The guy left, and I was alone, staring at this wooden door, waiting.
I looked around. The walls were made of stone. There were no paintings, or any sort of decoration around. Just the stairs and a door. I started picking at my nails, seeing as there was really nothing else to do. Just then the door opened, and this really young guy stood there. He was average height, with dark brown hair, wearing jeans and a collared shirt. He looked about 25, and damn. He was drop dead gorgeous.
“Ah, Shannon. Good to see you. Come in.” He said in this silky smooth voice. Wait a second. Was he the Dean?? He was so young! I stumbled in after him, a little shocked that he could possibly be the Dean. Seriously! So young! So hot! No! Can’t thank about him that way. Not a good way to start the year. Get a grip Shannon!
“Have a seat.” He gestured to a chair, making my internal rambling stop. I turned to where he pointed, and saw a nice comfy looking seat. There were two, and a desk in front of them, and a chair in which the Dean sat. I took the chair closest to me and continued to look around. The room was simple. Round. There were a few bookshelves, and a few paintings, but it was mostly bare, save for the large window over-looking the grounds. I hadn’t seen much of the grounds but I imagined they were going to be stunning, breathtaking, much like the rest of the school.
“So welcome to Twilight Academy. I’m the Dean, name’s John Winchester. Just call me John.” He smiled a nice friendly smile. “You’ll find that this school is very different from any school you’ve been to. Our classes are unique, as well as our staff and student body. There are things here you will discover that you could never find anywhere else. And I have a feeling a few things will shock you at first, but I’m sure you’ll get used to them. You should fit in well here.”
John stood up and headed to the door, motioning for me to follow him. “I’ll take you down to the cafeteria, where you will meet your roommates. You’ll be in a suite style room, meaning you have your own room, then a shared room with three others.” We were walking back down the stairs, and then through the Entranceway. “The rooms here are much larger than the normal dorm rooms, and it’s really like your own apartment. I especially like the room you’re in. One of my favorites. And one of the biggest. Usually saved for our scholarship students.”
Sweet. Biggest room. I liked this school so far.
We walked through the Entranceway and had come to two large doors. John pushed them open, and stepped inside. I followed, and then stopped. I looked around at everyone there. My heart actually stopped.
There had been a distinct chatter in the room, but it all stopped when I walked through the doors. I couldn’t breathe. How could someone leave out this obviously huge detail in their description of the school?
I scanned the crowd, hoping I was wrong, maybe I had missed something. But I hadn’t. I looked to John, he was smiling.
“Sorry Shannon, I guess we forgot to mention. Twilight Academy is an all boys university.”
Well, shit.
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