My book...?

"I sighed quite loudly as my eyes drifted up towards the blue, cloudless mass of sky; the brilliant sun, radiating down to earth, blinded me as I stared."

That's the first line in my book.

This rough, hugely unedited book, is an insane mess of my emotions, thoughts, and imagination. You could call it a fiction...ehh...romance? Sure, I guess it's a romance novel. That's the only way I know how to write. I've tried to expand and dwell on other thoughts than love, but a 14 year old girl, such as myself, has a very hard time with that. This 360 page (so far), uh, thing, isn't anywhere near finished. All throughout the word document are little notes here and there of random thoughts and paragraphs of random story where I had a creative moment and had to write them down (or type them, I guess). Probably only 120ish pages of this book contains a flowing story. (There are also lots of places where you can tell I was up at 5:00 in the morning writing and all I knew how to type was twinkle twinkle little star, or something along the lines of "I'm falling asleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.....................crash.")
This novel does not yet have a title, nor will it have one for a very...very long time. I have much difficulty when thinking of titles for any piece of music, paper, essay etc. Not quite sure why that is, but a title says a lot in a book and I can tend to contemplate too much. I was thinking the other day that my title should be, The Adventures of Alexandria White: Teenager Extraordinair...okay, that's definitely a joke. For all that don't know, my beloved teacher, Mrs. Bowerman, wrote a book called The Adventures of Faedra: Shifter Extraordinair, and is well into her next one which I have now blanked on the title. Anyways, so for the past year or so, I've been working on my whatever you want to call it, though the altogether amount of actual days spent working on it would probably only add up to about two months, or less.
Hopefully, within the next two and half years of highschool, I will have it finished. I'm quite the procrastinator and get writer's block on a monthly basis, so I'll see, but it would be a great accomplishment to have a book written by senior year. I dreamed of getting it done this year, but for how lazy I've become, I now know that won’t happen. Maybe I'll attempt to finish the story line and then spend the next two years editing like crazy and adding more detail and flow as my writing capabilities increase.

Grow Old With You...Wedding singer, anybody?

This is my tribute to Adam Sandler.
Not an original song, by the way.

Trees and Bumblebees Remixed

Theo and I were a little tired.

This one is for Joe.

When was the first time that we met

I can’t remember

All that I know is you’ve

Had me since September

Oh I want you to know

When I came to your first show

I was hooked from the start

You began playing your music

And I swear you took my heart

Oh I think you should know

Every time you look into my eyes

I get a feeling I can’t describe

What have you done to my mind

You’re just one of a kind

I’m sick and tired of having this

Argument about totally awesomeness

No matter how good you think I am

In my mind you’re always better

Oh No

Never in my life have I met someone like you

I’m quite fond of you

And I think you’re quite fond of me too

When was the first time we met

I think I remember

Oh...

A Love Song...How Ironic?

So, me being a girl with lots and lots of emotions. I wrote a love song. I couldn't contain myself.
Have fun.
I kind of have some vocal spazzes...but that's just because I'm a terrible singer. :)

Oh and I'm all for the non gender love songs. So a girl or a guy could sing this I guess. It depends.

Me, attempting to be cool like Joe

So this is me sucking at the piano.
The sound quality is pretty darn awful, my piano is 20 years out of tune,
and on top of that, I butcher this song like nobody's business.
Enjoy :)

(If your wondering why the last note doesn't sound right, it's because I messed up.)


I've played this song 10 times better, I'm just too lazy to even try to re-record it.

This One is for Mrs. B

Hey Mrs. B. How's it going? I just wanted to let you know that you're my favorite...always. We still need to talk about this past weekend. Maybe after school, I don't know. Oh and I promise that if you let us go in the tent for writing, we would never disrupt your class. =] My mom won't let us go in there though.
I still haven't written something extremely awesome about you yet (the whole yearbook situation) and I feel really bad about it. I just feel afraid that I won't be able to write as much as I want to. I'll get around to it though; just you wait.
I have to come back to this because there's an interesting conversation going on between Thoe and my mom.