paramore, you are dancing all over my last good nerve.

•April 5, 2009 • 1 Comment

Music: None. Too Angry for Music.

 

paramore is making jennifer upset. i JUST learned how to upload my windows movie maker videos to youtube. now, there are MANY twilight videos on there that i always wanted to post. my favorite is “Twilight Boys–Misery Business”. All excited, I went to post the video and a few minutes later I got this email:

Dear jensterz07,
Your video, Twilight Boys–Misery Business (Paramore), may have content that is owned or licensed by WMG.
No action is required on your part; however, if you are interested in learning how this affects your video, please visit the Content ID Matches section of your account for more information.
Sincerely,
- The YouTube Team

this made me mad. but then I thought of a way to get around it. So, at the end of the song, I put a clip in with the sound un-muted instead of it being silent like the rest of the clips. I put that one up this morning. and what did I get in the inbox?

Dear jensterz07,
Your video, Twilight Boys–Misery Business (Paramore), may have content that is owned or licensed by WMG.
No action is required on your part; however, if you are interested in learning how this affects your video, please visit the Content ID Matches section of your account for more information.
Sincerely,
- The YouTube Team

my other three videos worked! they were trailers two with evanescence songs and on with the fray! if anyone knows a way around this, do let me know. peace.

you’ve hurt me.

•March 12, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Music: Pain (Jimmy Eat World)

 

i’m truly hurt that no one comments on the new moon fanfiction. why is it that every other person on the internet gets their fanfiction commented and i don’t get shit? i know people have been reading it… i can see that. but it’s not the same without comments. it’s just a tad upsetting. not only does it make me feel like a jackass for saying “hope you enjoy!” but i just feel unimportant. sigh. (the song choice was completely coincidental, btw. i didn’t do that to make you feel shitty lol)

new moon filming has already started, to the best of my knowledge. if they hope to get out that “new moon teaser” out that they promised for the blu-ray verison of twilight, they damn well better have. we all know it will be on youtube by 2 AM on the 21st, so no need to buy the disk.

i plan on seeing paramore in boston in june. that should be absolutely epic. peace.

new moon fanfiction! chapter 3–edward’s POV! :D

•March 8, 2009 • 2 Comments

Music: Untouched (The Veronicas)

 

I have a special treat for everyone (no, it’s not that I’m finally posted after a lifetime!). It’s a little new moon fanfiction I wrote last night. straight out of edward’s head(ward… wow. bad joke. sorry). I’m sorry about not posting. I haven’t been busy so I’m not gonna use that bullshit excuse. If I were busy I would write on here as an alternative to whatever boring task was making me busy. I just have a life, something most bloggers really do get the privelage of having. don’t hate me for saying that.

so, you better enjoy this. I was crying while writing this. edward’s brain is a very sad place to be…

 

3. THE END

 

 

            “Do you mind if I come over today?” I asked Bella as we walked to her truck. My perfectly remote and composed mask was on and unbreakable. I was ready.

            Today was the day. I had to do this and I had to do it now. I knew that I couldn’t keep procrastinating. It would only hurt us both more.  

            “Of course not,” she replied.

            “Now?”

            “Sure,” she said indifferently. “I was just going to drop a letter for Renee in the mailbox on the way. I’ll meet you there.”

            I snatched the fat envelope off the passenger seat.

            “I’ll do it,” I murmured. “And I’ll still beat you there.” I smiled half-heartedly.

            Bella’s face was blank. “Okay.”

            It took all of two minutes to drive to the post office and send off Bella’s letter. I drove back to her house and waited in my car, letting the misery take me. I wanted more than anything to put this off just a little bit longer. I would just take one more day with her. Nothing more. Not another hour. Just one more day, and then I would leave….

            No. That day would turn into two…three…four… then I would never leave.

            Then she would die.

            I opened my mouth to scream but no sound escaped.

            I heard Bella’s truck turn the corner and watched her pull up next to my own car. I got out and walked around to the driver side to meet her.

            Her face was still empty.

            I reached to take her book bag from her, but then put it back into her truck. If I took her bag then I would feel compelled to come inside with her to put it away. Then I knew I would never get on with it….

            “Come for a walk with me,” I suggested. My voice, like her face, was emotionless. I took her hand and led her toward the forest. My head felt lighter with every step.

            We only went a few feet into the trees when I stopped. We were still on the trail so that when she was here and I was gone she could make it home easily.

            I leaned against a tree for the support. I felt like I was about to collapse.

            “Okay, let’s talk,” Bella said confidently.

            I took a deep breath. I never, ever since I met her, thought that these words would escape my lips.

            “Bella, we’re leaving,” I choked out.

            She took a deep breath, too. “Why now? Another year—”

            This cut me deep in my chest. She misunderstood. She thought she was coming with us. With me.

            If only.

            “Bella, it’s time. How much longer could we stay in Forks after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty, and he’s claiming thirty-three now. We’d have to start over soon regardless,” I explained.

            She stared at me, clearly calculating what I had said. I stared back at her, feeling oddly cold. Colder than I’ve ever been.

            Her words came in a whisper. “When you say we—”

            “I mean my family and myself.” I separated each word for extra emphasis.

            Bella’s face changed for the shortest second. The pain that was so unbearably clear on her face was deadly. The first time I’d ever smelt her scent was better than this. I would take it a million times over this.

            What have I done?

            “Okay,” she said, better composed now. “I’ll come with you.”

            No. How about I stay here, instead?

            “You can’t, Bella. Where we’re going… it’s not the right place for you.”

            “Where you are is the right place for me,” she replied, desperation leaking through her voice.

            “I’m no good for you, Bella.”

            Oh, how I knew that to be true.

            “Don’t be ridiculous,” she cried. “You’re the very best part of my life.”

            “My world is not for you,” I replied grimly.

            Her face started to darken. “What happened with Jasper—that was nothing, Edward! Nothing!”

            “You’re right. It’s exactly what was to be expected,” I agreed.

            “You promised! In Phoenix, you promised you would stay—”

            Another broken promise.

            “As long as it was best for you,” I finished.

            Then she exploded. “No! This is about my soul, isn’t it? Carlisle told me about that, and I don’t care, Edward. I don’t care! You can have my soul. I don’t want it without you—it’s yours already!”

            I took a deep breath and stared down at the ground. I didn’t know what to do. She was probably the single most stubborn human on earth. I only wished that she was stubborn enough to make me stay.

            The pain was strong enough to push through the perfected remoteness of my face as I realized what I would have to say next.

            “Bella, I don’t want you to come with me.”

            I watched her face as she took this in. She was calculating again.

            “You… don’t… want me?”

            “No,” I muttered.

            I stared at her again. Her eyes were glistening with trapped tears. I could easily see by the look on her face that they had no chance of coming out.

            “Well that changes things,” she said calmly.

            My whole body suddenly numbed. She actually believed me. How on earth could she possibly believe something like that?! The most absurd, ridiculous lie in the world.

            I stared at the trees so that Bella couldn’t see the agony that had to be clear in my eyes. “Of course I’ll always love you… in a way.” In every way. “But what happened the other night made me realize that it’s time for a change. Because I’m… tired of being something I’m not, Bella. I am not human.” I turned to face her perfect face again. “I’ve let this go on for much too long and I’m sorry for that.”

            “Don’t,” she breathed. “Don’t do this.”

            Her words were too late to save me. I already had.

            “You’re not good for me, Bella.”

            I guess there was no point in the truth anymore when the biggest lie had been told.

            “If…that’s what you want.”

            I nodded. My head felt detached from my body, like it was spinning off into space, a different dimension.

            “I would like to ask one favor though, if that’s not too much,” I said.

            “Anything,” she promised.

            The remoteness was gone as I decided to beg her for the one and only thing I could ask of her now. The one and only thing that could ever keep me alive.

            “Don’t do anything reckless or stupid,” I murmured passionately. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

            Bella nodded weakly.

            I felt the apathy, the numbness creep up on me again. “I’m thinking of Charlie, of course. He needs you. Take care of yourself—for him.”

            “I will,” she replied nodding.

            “And I’ll make you a promise in return. I promise that this will be the last time you see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed.”

            She started to shake.

            I smiled gently. “Don’t worry. You’re human—you memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind.”

            “And your memories?” It sounded like she was choking.

            I hesitated. “Well, I won’t forget. But my kind… we’re very easily distracted,” I lied, trying to smile again.

            I stepped away from her. If I didn’t make my escape soon, I’d be here forever. “That’s everything, I suppose. We won’t bother you again.”

            Bella’s eyes bugged. “Alice isn’t coming back,” she mouthed.

            I shook my head. “No. They’re all gone. I stayed behind to tell you goodbye.”

            Alice is gone?” Her voice was blank.

            “She wanted to say goodbye, but I convinced her that a clean break would be better for you.

            “Goodbye, Bella,” I said quietly.

            I was about to turn away, but then she reached for me and it almost changed everything. I almost took her hands in mine and pulled her towards me. I would never let her go.

            That was the selfish thing to do. I had to remind myself that it was not safe for Bella.

            I took her wrists and pinned them to her sides. I leaned down and touched my lips lightly to her forehead for a short second.

            “Take care of yourself,” I whispered into her skin.

            And then I ran. I ran as fast as I could from this, from everything, from everyone. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t care. I could have been halfway across the world by now. I could have been in a completely different time and I wouldn’t have noticed.

            Because all I could feel was the overwhelming ripping feeling in my chest as my dead, silent heart tore out my chest and to the only place that I could ever feel happiness again.

            I kept running. I thought that if I ran fast enough then this stunning pain could not catch up with me.

            I was wrong.

            I stopped in my tracks, fell to my knees and let the agony take me over.

 

 

~

eye surgery is pretty god damn annoying. i don’t reccomend it.

•February 22, 2009 • 2 Comments

Music: Dawn of the Dead (Does It Offend You, Yeah?)

 

well, that wasn’t fun. i had eye surgery on thursday. i woke up at 5 in the morning, per my senile mother’s request, for an operation that i had to be there at 7:30 for. we got there an hour early. they had me change into scrubs and then i was waiting around for a half hour to get a gurney–and i can’t stand those things. just the idea of it having wheels freaks me out, though i don’t know why. the nurses stuck me with an IV to get the anestisia (spelling. you know what i mean) working on me, i passed out, and that was that. i woke up about 4 and a half hours after. then i had to wait around the hospital (this whole time, i could not open my eyes–not because they hurt, but because there was so much of that sand-like shit that you get in your eyes when you sleep that they were stuck together… for 2 days) finally they let me get dressed in the clothes i came in and go home. unfortunatly for me, my mom parked the car in a place where we’d have to go down  stairs. me–clumsy and blind for the day. that was a big huge problem. it took twice the amount of time to get up those stairs to get down them. but i did, finally get home. where i slept for a very long time until my mom woke me to put some drops in. i still, however couldn’t open my eyes. no one told me that i wouldn’t be able to open, so naturally i was freaking out, expecting the worst. but hey, it’s not my fault. wouldn’t you be afraid, too, if you couldn’t see anything and not know when you’d be able to see again? the next day we hit the doctor’s office in boston (eyes still pasted shut). and — YAY — she got my eyes open. that was a relief. but then she put weird ointment in my eyes which is to be put in for an amount of time that i can’t remember every night before bed. along with the drops. and last night was the first night with the ointment because the doctor put some in the day she gave it to me. my mom was the one to put it in last night. and she put it in my eyes before the drops and, of course, when she put the drops in, it washed a lot of the ointment (uhm.. that’s about enough of that word, huh?) out. but we didn’t put any more in, afraid that it would mess up the healing. also, until my eyes are fulling healed, the whites of my eyes will be red. like a VAMPIRE! heh heh. err.. sorry.

and, on top of all of that, my eyes hurt like hell. the only good thing that comes out of this (besides the fixing of my eyes) is that i’m out of gym for two weeks. yay. peace.

jonas brothers, madonna, and hilary duff. what do they all have in common? they’re all PISSING ME OFF.

•February 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Music: Carry On My Wayward Son (Kansas)

 

so, my facebook obsession is calming. i’ll be back.

let’s start with some new moon stuff, okay?

the jonas brother, madonna, and hilary duff ALL think they’re going to be on the new moon soundtrack. i say BACK UP AND FREEZE. no. hilary duff has an extremely slim possibility of being able to pull off a song–it would still probably suck, though. but the JONAS BROTHERS?! that’s a bit much, is it not? “when you look me in the eyes, and tell me you don’t want me, i have to go to jacob black, when you look me in the eyes.” that’s just a preview of the horror that could errupt if they tried. and madonna. seriously? that doesn’t even NEED explanation.

in other news, rob pattinson is back in the u.s. *squeals* for the oscars on this coming sunday. he’ll be presenting..er.. something. ha. i have no idea. some sort of award. that’s what those shows are for, after all.  i’m crossing my fingers that this won’t be in any way similar to those HORRID vma’s in september. and if so, taylor lautner’s–and/or anyone else who tries to upstage rob–is going down.

how to be a british indie movie i’ve been DYING to see is coming to the states in april–happy birfday me. sure enough, it has rob in it. it looks amazingly funny. (just like another rob movie the bad mother’s handbook which was simply incredible. i HIGHLY reccomend it.)

other than that stuff, nothing new to report here. i’ve been off all this week for february vacation which is dreadfully boring. i can’t seem to keep writing the sequel to identical. i’m just in such a case of writers block that music can’t even fix it. how awful is that? very. tomorrow i’m getting surgery in my eye because i have this very, very creepy lazy eye that comes even with my glasses on that needs to be dealt with. so, that should be just super fun. that’s it for now. peace.

an extended absence. writing a sequel. stephen king’s a dick.

•February 3, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Music: Over My Head (Cable Car) by The Fray

 

i’ll probably be gone for a while. i’ll still be right here, mouth open, staring unintelligentally at my moniter, but i won’t be blogging much. i have found a new obsession. last night i actually started using my facebook! when i started twitching in my seat in computer class today, i decided that i was officially addicted. so there may be an extended absence until the craze calms down. or maybe not. i don’t know how this is going to work. if something big happens  with new moon, you’ll be the first to know. if something happens with the jodi reamer deal, you’ll be the fifth.

i gave in. i’m actually writing a sequel to that wretched manuscript (that hasn’t even been okay-ed by an agent yet. ha). it’s kind of better than the first one, to be honest, but the joshua/casey scenes are so sappy it makes me stomach hurt.

stephen king was slamming stephenie meyer and the twilight books. dick. “He [Perry Mason] was a terrible writer, too, but he was very successful,” King says. “Somebody who’s a terrific writer who’s been very, very successful is Jodi Picoult. You’ve got Dean Koontz, who can write like hell. And then sometimes he’s just awful. It varies. James Patterson is a terrible writer but he’s very very successful. People are attracted by the stories, by the pace and in the case of Stephenie Meyer, it’s very clear that she’s writing to a whole generation of girls and opening up kind of a safe joining of love and sex in those books. It’s exciting and it’s thrilling and it’s not particularly threatening because they’re not overtly sexual. A lot of the physical side of it is conveyed in things like the vampire will touch her forearm or run a hand over skin, and she just flushes all hot and cold. And for girls, that’s a shorthand for all the feelings that they’re not ready to deal with yet.”   

well, uhm, you can go straight to hell. okay, stephen king? go make disgusting movies about killer clowns. make “death” the villan. ugh. peace.

i forgot how much fun this was.

•January 31, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Music: Home (Daughtry)

 

there is a girl in my class (who is truly stupid, not even exaggerating) who decided to start picking fights with me. it’s the classic bitchy person: rich beyond belief, one-time model, cheerleader, generally popular but not the most popular person in school which makes her bitter, has that nasal voice that stretches words out longer than wanted/needed, and an idiot. not to mention the fact that she’s really just a jerk. she’s taken to yelling “TEAM JACOB, TEAM JACOB!” at random moments in the many classes i have with her soon-to-be-sorry ass. now, she has never read the twilight books (i saw her with twilight in school once. i don’t think she made it through the preface) and one day came up to me.

HER: i’m on the third twilight book

ME: yeah?

HER: yeah. breaking dawn’s great.

ME: (repressing laughter) yes. nothing like breaking dawn to follow up on new moon.

HER: i’m reading new moon next it’s the last on.

ME: did you read eclipse first?

HER: no. i read twilight first.

ME: aw, rats. eclipse is the first book. they write it in different orders to challenge the new readers.

HER: oh. oh. i meant eclipse.

ME: ha. bullshit. you haven’t even finished twilight.

yes. so these days the team jacob-ing has gotten a little annoying with its repitition. today she got into a fight with me in the middle of the class (which mr maloney did nothing to stop. thanks a bunch, lazy ass). i was winning, of course, because my remarks have words in them that she has no hope of ever learning. right before the vocabulary quiz she was drawing all over this piece of paper it said “team jacob rules. from team jacob to team edward.” when i questioned (i saw it because i sit practically right behind her) her about it she accused me of stalking because, a girl of that age with an iq that she has only knows one thing when someone is winning a fight and shes looking weak: accuse them of stalkery. yes. accuse the person who sits behind you and can see what you do…of stalkery. what was really funny about that little episode was that she was out of paper and had to use the back of that one for her quiz. later i noticed her folding up a paper airplane, looking up at me and giggling. “shirley,” i said, “if you throw that at me, i will have you killed.” she threw it. working on the hit right now, but anyway. i decided to have fun with it. i’m only human. “hey, look!” i said loudly. “a note from shirley! i wonder what it says!” of course, mr maloney the uncaring drone didn’t care so it didn’t have the effect i was quite looking for. and that was the end of it all for today. maybe i’ll do more on monday. i truly had forgotton have much fun fighting with people was. i forgot everything else. i didn’t care how much trouble i’d get it, because all my thoughts were focused on finding a way to non-verbally say “suck it, bitch. i win.” that’s my story. peace.

the flu.

•January 28, 2009 • 1 Comment

Music: A Minute Without You (Hanson)

 

i’m a flu virgin no longer, friends. and because of that, i’m missing some of the greatest moments in class of all time. i found out from several people the other day that my social studies teacher, mr chute, was in a tuxedo wearing hiking boots. this is just not fair. that’s so typical that i miss this. i’ve a fever for days (which went up and down with the use of advil cold and sinus) and today it’s 100 exactly. my grandmother thinks that orange juice is the cure to everything, so i’ve had to choke that down for days just to keep her happy. mom wants to give me cough medicine, but that’s sort of where i draw the line. i cannot swallow liquid medicine. ever. a pill will go happily down my throat, no problems, but not liquid medicine. it tastes too bad and i just hate it. this was just gonna be a short post, so here’s it’s ending. peace.

seriously exhausted. can you say tgif?

•January 24, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Music: Pain (Jimmy Eat World)

 

ugh. thank god it’s friday. heh heh. i’m starting to question if i really am too young to get a migrane, but apparently, jen gets them all the time. it was just a seriously tireing week. for some reason (i don’t know if they had a conference and decided to do this or something) every person that i told about sending the manuscript to jodi reamer was asking if i heard back from her non-stop this week. everytime i said, “no, of course not you ignorant douche bag, it takes six to eight weeks READ A BOOK FOR ONCE.” i think i’m just grumpy. other people’s idiocy is just exhausting. my literature teacher’s been in foot surgery recovery for the past three weeks so we’ve had this old guy (long retired) who tells crap ass jokes. he’s always praising my vocably. i, the friendly person that i am, smile in repose. then he’s like “is that a bad thing.” was smiling inquire different body language in the 1700s or does he just think i’m sneering. i need mrs nicholson back. i’m just glad the weekend’s finally here. i’m going to the movies on sunday with meghan, jen, meghan’s boyfriend dan, and jen’s annoying friend nicole. if i have to sit through the movie about the mall cop one more time i’m going to shove my head through a wall. i guess that’s kind of it. not a ton to say today. peace.

midterms, coke, and new moon

•January 23, 2009 • 1 Comment

Music: We Are Broken (Paramore)

 

two days of studying does not do wonders for me and my sanity. i’m developing a pain in my leg just thinking about the fantastic ordeal. however, i’m quite finished with the midterms. that’s the beauty of middle school: only science midterms. finals in every other subject. that’s a story for june, though. i finished today, the first one to finish, in fact. i was done for five minutes until scott mcgrath finally stood up and put his test down on mcniff’s desk. then i got up and did the same. why? how dorky do you look when you’re the first one to bring up a test? how much a rusher (…) do you look like when you finish before anyone’s even halfway done? why should i be the one subjected to that? plus, whenever i do that, the teachers just kind of give me a look like “loser.” it’s not a pleasent thing.

i was on the phone with my good friend mae, discussing our friends on the twilight cast list and i bring up kristen stewart. the following conversation is pretty much true; partly paraphrased.

me: kristen was good, too.

mae: kristen does coke

me: really? huh.

mae: yeah.

me: that explains the letterman interview.

mae: huh?

me: she was on letterman one night and she was totally stoned.

mae: how do you figure that?

me: (annoyed that i’m getting questioned here) i dunno. i just know, i guess.

but, anyway, it wouldn’t really surprise me. i mean, rob drinks so someone has to be the druggie. if she were a lovechild, her “too-cool-for-this-shit” attitude would be justified, but i don’t know if she is. therefore, she’s just kind of being a bitch a lot of the time. it was kind of cool at first, kristen, but now it’s just a little old. she’s acting like this is just oh-so trite and that she could do this in her sleep. i don’t have a problem with her, just her attitude. give it a rest, kristen.

in happier news, the one actor i thought absolutely PERFECT for jane of the volturi has been offered the job. dakota fanning. i always pictured her as jane… just paler and with dark hair. to be quite honest, i think she’ll be a good one. that’s all, folks. peace.