NOTE: This is me just spitting out words on internet paper, i don't wanna hear any "constructive criticisms," or otherwise complaints. Doubt many people read my shit anyway.

Clean room
clean slate

The Generally Known History of Svernlguerre

Many eons ago, Svernlguerre was divided into thousands of city states, all at war and peace with each other, some ruled by man, others by dragons. Although conflict was eternal, most of the peoples of the land were content with their daily lives, though some dreamed of greatness, either through dominion or through the creation of a utopia. Then, out of the expansive desert to the east, a great evil appeared, and took power over all of the land. The evil forces used the power of souls, all those past, present and future, to give them special prowess in their fields, whether it was battle, stealth, or magic. No mortal force could oppose them, and even dragons found themselves unable to hold back the encroaching hordes. Many, both fleshed and scaled, were slaughtered as they fought to protect their homelands. These dire opponents from afar became known as The Great Taint.

Scene III: Moving Pictures
(Cut to the backs of the threesome meandering towards a movie theater entrance that appears to be about 100 feet away, though details are fuzzy as it is out of focus. The boys are in a horizontal line spanning the frame of the shot, Greg in the middle with Vaughn on his left and Jason on his right, and Greg is two feet away from either of them. The camera is low to the ground, the shot capturing the boys from just below the knee up to a foot above their heads. The light from the billboard and theater name are so bright and large they make it impossible to see the details of the boys’ backs. The theater name is blood-red neon, and is very large, seeming to fill the entire top half of the screen. There is no sound accept for the scuffing of the boys’ shoes on the concrete. Hold shot for five seconds.)

I didn't know this, but I lost some of scene 3 in the move to san fran, so I will have to re-finish it, and I think that I will have a total of six scenes in the screenplay. Most likely, scene 3 will be done by MOnday, I will utilise the weekend for writing (I am soooo excited).

As a way of making amends, here is a short story I wrote for the same class which my teacher really liked. If I get enough positive feedback, I could continue it, sorta like a serial. But only if y'all are interested.

Scene II: Chrome Waves of Autos

(Cut to a shot where time has obviously passed, the sky is blue-black, and the car is navigating through a parking lot. The rain has ended, and eerie silence pervades the entire atmosphere. Only the sound of the engine can be heard. The only sources of light are tall “T

Film Noir

Scene I: Twas a Stormy Evening

(Fade from black to a picture of a stormy, gray sky. The shadows on the bulbous clouds are dark and menacing. We hear the growling of thunder in the distance, rumbling long and low. The camera seems to shake minutely, as if one were taping this from a moving automobile. A telephone pole rushes from right to left, showing that the camera is indeed moving. Title and opening credits begin to appear. Unnerving piano music is being played in the background. As credits play, the shot fades to a different shot of the same kind of storm clouds, and fades again, several times throughout opening credits, showing passage of space and time.)

Yes, that's right folks, Patch is dating yet another guy. Amazing how these sorts of things line up for you when in a proper area. Hell, back home, it was more like, one date every six months (and an intimate date around once a year. Impressive, isn't it?

Anyways, Hung out with him 3 times, third time included a sleep over (and what a f-cking MIND BLOWING sleepover it was at least for me. . .all I'll say is, this guys is GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooodddddddddddddddd :) )

It's been cool, exciting, and totally new.

Met a boy, slept over at his place, found out that he wants to wait an entire six months before any intimacy even though he is a total tease,... I can tell things aren't going to work out.

Got my foot cracked on some friggin stairs while I was wearing flip flops (And remember children: ALWAYS take the elevator if you aren't wearing proper shoes).

that's right. I could be there as soon as August 14. So sweet.

Not much else to say.

Wow, like all the old gang commented on my last Journal. So cool.

And Jeff found me on Myspace. It's cool. However, I bet we both look different than we pictured eachother.

Oh, some possibly exciting news from all us glbt in NY. Three, count em three, cases are being heard before the NYS court of appeals TODAY. A decision might be sent out as soon as mid JUNE.

WHich doesn't help me much considering I'm single. *giggles*

Haven't been here in awhile. Had a boyfriend. Very time consuming. Now he dumped me. Because he is afriand of his sexual identity, or at least of expressing it. He says he just wants to be friends. I keep getting flashbacks of me with him. Often they are so strong, I start crying.

But enough of that drama.

In january, I will be attending College. Yay.

I have also started playing D&D (don't hit me with any "RPG's are BAD! SPEECHES. iF YOU DO, YOU HAVE BEEN WATCHING TOO MUCH DATELINE. Turn off the NBC, and step away from the remote. THankyou)

Yeah, me and Pat finally made it official. I am so excited, I'll regale y'all with details of how we met, what we have done, and what we hope to do, later. Or just message me.

I cut my hair, it is basically a buzz cut now, which surprisingly makes my face a bit more female. Whatever, I am really happy, I think I will keep this look for awhile!

Anymore

She waltzes to the bar,
sure of herself,
strong, independant,
but only on the top,
her titillating surface,
the mask that covers
her thoughts,
her fears,
her deepest dreams.
The only thing that she can't hide
is her eyes, those betraying blues.
They reveal her tiredness,
grieving what her life has become:
"hanging around these fleshy
middle-aged rejects
who drown themselves in booze

yes, I am. . .although i don't post often (or rather rarely. . .), I still visit here. aaaaaaanyways, here is a poem I am working on.

NOTE: I don't know how to italicize stuff, so, I put the italics stuff in quotes.
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Anymore

She waltzes to the bar,
sure of herself,
strong, independant,
but only on the top,
her titillating surface,
the mask that covers
her thoughts,
her fears,
her deepest dreams.
The only thing that she can't hide
is her eyes, those betraying blues.
They reveal her tiredness,
grieving what her life has become:
"hanging around these pudgy
middle-aged rejects
who drown themselves in booze
in a room
in an acrid soup
of cigarette smoke."

And as she feels the arm slung around her shoulders
(covered in cheap faux fur)
her skin crawls
at the clamminess
of his hands,
at the cheap liquor
on his breath

But she doesn't resist.
"In this biz,
you better deal with
the smell
the sweat
the smirk
or it's the gutter for you."

Choice flew out the window
5 years ago.
But wild dreams of success
as a doctor
as a lawyer
"as anything other than this"
survive
and well up in her
even now
in this very bar room
"where I offer the only product
that will never lack demand."

"One day
the leers
will stop
and I
will be
the one
on top."

What she wouldn't give
to not have to give it
anymore.

"to not have to give in
anymore."

"Tomorrow maybe. . ."

But tomorrow is always a day away. . .