Minecraft

Bought it today. They are on beta version 1.8. You know this game is great. I can build worlds in slow installments with no time obligation. I am going to contribute a little everyday and maybe post a couple screen shots when it gets cool. Right now I am still figuring out the gist of things (started over 3 times) so it's a bit frustrating and the zombies terrify me. I got it for eight bucks cheaper than the finished version will be. I love how simple it is and I'm going to work on making a cool character skin that I will post here.For those who haven't played its a game with super simple graphics where you build your own world out of blocks and elements you mine (hence the name) and the possibilities are endless. Buy it now if you want it cause when the beta is finished it will cost around thirty bucks, it's only $21.95 right now

Anywho... couple of announcements Firstly: Tune in on the last week of October for some creepy story postings.
Secondly: If you write for Fanfiction.net, Wattpad, ect. and your grammar and spelling are abysmal, you do not have the time to proof read, or you have no spell check, send me a comment or a link with the piece of writing you are working on, some form of communication, and I will proof read it for you and send it back to you in better shape then it was before. I could use the practice. Plus anyone who reads this and can give me any tips on writing or have picked up on errors please feel free to tell me (in a respectful manner) it would be much appreciated!

Song of the week 10/17/11

I have a lot in common with this song. The piano is just beautiful. It reminds me of the rain.

Quotes

It is through silence we speak the loudest
What is madness but nobility of soul
without darkness there is no light
money may make the world go round but love makes the sun come up and down
you never realize what you have until its gone(story of my life)
when a door opens a window opens
if we burn you burn with us
if you love something let it go
human kind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one and only truth
What is wrong with this magician, I can't even save the life of this girl in front of me (if you recognize this one please tell me, you deserve a cookie)
“If there hadn't been a sixth day, man would not exist; copper would always be copper; and lead just lead. It's true that everything has its Personal Legend, but one day that Personal Legend will be realized. So each thing has to transform itself into something better, and to acquire a new Personal Legend, until, someday, the Soul of the World becomes one thing only.”

My quote: There may be no breaks in life, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try to keep your foot off the gas

Anti Socials Ch.2

Author's Note: Ch1 and prologue found here http://lookerpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/anti-socials-prologue-and-ch1.html

"What was that?" I angrily asked my sister, who flinched away from the sound of an upcoming scolding. We both knew I already knew the answer, and she remained silent as we walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria. I decided to skip out on the lecture. She looked miserable enough and had instantly understood her mistake. So I drill her.
"What happens if they find out?" we both knew the answer. It had been drilled into our heads since we were small children.
"They take us away, we never see mom or dad or Jason again." The thought of never seeing our parents or younger brother again made her eyes water. I continue anyways.
"What happens to mom and dad?" I open the door to the cafeteria.
"They spend the rest of their lives in prison." Ella chokes this out in a whisper. We step inside, grab our usual table.
"What," I ask, leaning across to look in the eyes " happens to Jason? To us?"
She doesn't answer doesn't look at me as she rifles through her bag, looking for the paper sack that holds her lunch. Its a distraction. A means to avoid answering the hardest question of them all. She knows. I know. She finds the crumpled paper bag sets it on the table, not touching the contents inside. Neither of us are hungry. Our conversation was quiet. We made sure to keep a safe distance from the other students and talked so low so that no one could make out even a snatch of the conversation. But now I reach out and touch the feathery existence that is my sister's mind. And there I find my answer.
In her mind is a montage of newspaper clippings and evening reports telling of the capture of children like us. With special abilities. Pictures of children flash by. Their faces are different in so many ways, but they have the same expression on them one by one as they flash by. Their eyes are distant, glassy. Their shoulders are slumped, from exhaustion or sorrow or both I do not know. And all of them look broken, and I know as I see them that the world they live in is inaccessible and inescapable, and in it there is no hope no future. Just sorrow and longing. And I know from this signature expression that all these kids are in the Crib. Its real name is the Human Hazard Protection Center. But it gets its name because none of the kids that were put there are older than fifteen. All of them have abilities that when wielded in anger could cause enormous problems for civilians. Children like us.
I withdraw. Ella's on the verge of tears, still not looking me in the face. We eat in silence. Suddenly I jump as someone whacks me in the back of the head. I turn and glare angrily into the laughing green eyes of my friend Josh, and standing a couple of feet away is Maria. Josh is tall with a muscular build and jet black hair. Several girls in the school whisper about him in the school bathroom, and I know more than a few girls are now shooting burning glares at my back. Maria is prissy, her clothes is always looking like they've been freshly ironed and forever free of stains, lint, or any other uncleanly piece of matter you could imagine. She has chestnut brown hair that rests neatly on her shoulders in perfect orderly waves. Maria and Josh are constantly bickering, what with her neat freak attitude constantly clashing with his slovenly one.
I rub the back of my head "Y'know if you spent a little more time reading those books instead of using them to bludgeon your friends, you might do a bit better on your tests."
He grins "Aww c'mon we all know as soon as I am out of this school some Hollywood producer is going to snatch me up and put me on the big screen."
Maria snorts " Any movie with your face in it is sure to be a horror movie."
Both sit down at the table and continue bickering. I sigh and roll my eyes. Ella giggles, having quickly recovered from the conversation that took place just moments ago. It seemed that instead of telekinesis Ella had an unnatural optimistic attitude that was as permanent as a sharpie. I allow a small smile at my friends antics and join in on the teasing, just hoping silently that Ella took the talk we had to heart. I broadcast this into her head, and she nods, just slightly, to let me know she did.

Song of the week 10/10/11

This song just takes me to another world.... I love the fact no one really knows what the title means.

If you don't well wiki exist for a reason friends.

Hunger Games

Incredibly sad, incredibly good read. highly recommended. Psyched for the movie. This short clip sums up every thing so heartbreaking and wrong about the situation in the book.

 My interpretation is that the trilogy centers on how the greatest monstrosity of war is sacrificing innocents in war (especially children) and that we only destroy ourselves by harming children. War means sacrifice, by the people who fight, who die, who win, who lose. But how much is acceptable to sacrifice? The Hunger Games series seems to cry out that no matter what cause you are pursuing, no cause justifies the death of those who had no hand in the disputes of their elders, who have committed no wrong but are caught in the crossfire or punished for crimes they did not commit. And all too often who are these people? Beautiful, innocent children who are taught to hate, not born hating. It is a strange miracle it is, that children have to be taught to hate, but are born loving. I hope that if you read or have read this series it changes your life the way it did mine. It leaves me with an empty sad feeling, but with an inspiration to write.

Note: this does not count as the song of the week. All songs of the week will be titled as so. Will begin working on 2nd chapter of my stories.

Song of the week 10/6/11

So. Gunna post a song of the week. It can and will come from anywhere. This week is Omna Magni

She speaks in here own language, so don't try to find a translation. Make your own. Its much more meaningful that way. Did this as a means of procrastinating. Also this site will become my playlist, y'know with a bunch of awesome weird foreign songs on it.

Through the eye

A smile is the greatest lie
The real truth is hidden in the eye
For in it is the chink in the mask
Expressing emotion is its task
If not for the eye we could not see
The true emotions hidden from reality
What the face says the eye disproves
For it is through the eye the whole world moves

Guardian Angle ch.1

A girl that looked about the age of fourteen lay spread-eagle on her bed in the silence before dawn.Her face was peaceful and innocent, she looked much younger than when she was awake. When she was conscious, said girl had a haunted look about her face, as if she knew something was awaiting her, but she could never quite put a finger on what it was.
As the gentle tendrils of dawn reached into the room to lightly caress the sleeping figure,the soft, sky-blue eyes of the girl opened, to see the same ordinary yellow lamp by her bedside, and the same withered rose that lay by it. She sat up, and as she did so, the rustling of the blankets shattered the fragile silence that had reigned for the majority of the night. The girl rose to the window and looked out. The war between the old day and the new one was slowly being won.
The girl stood there for some time, waiting for the rest of the household to wake up. Then, she heard the quiet rhythm of footsteps coming down the hall. Before the door had even opened she knew who it was. A small boy with a round face and wide emerald green eyes entered.
"Antebellum, you have a assignment." the boy said in a sweet, high voice.
He passed her a folder. It was thin, but when she opened it held thousands of papers, that would have been impossible to hold in any normal folder. Inside was a picture of a teenage boy who had brown eyes and chestnut hair to match. His smile lit up his whole face,and as Bell looked at him, his perfect nose, his lightly tanned skin and good build, she realized that he was considered handsome- scratch that- drop dead gorgeous by the humans. And he looked like he was completely oblivious to that fact.
"Thank you, Gian."
Bell picked up the rose from where it had lain on the desk. Instantly the shriveled petals regained their pristine white color and the stem erected, as if to greet her. 
She walked over to the window and pushed it open, below sailed numerous immaculate clouds. Beyond them, her vision could just pick out the small glint of light reflecting off a plane as it cruised lazily through the sky, a metallic parody of a bird.
Wearily, Bell put her foot on the sill, took a deep breath, and leaped out into the orange sky. For a moment the world below was gone, replaced by a universe of white, the Chasm. If she spoke, she would not be heard, if she raised her hand, it would not be seen, her senses were momentarily disabled. Only two things could cross the Chasm more than once, Him and His messengers. She felt a flash of heat, and then the white was gone, and the clouds were once again rushing at her. She dove through them, getting slightly wet. A slight shiver ran through her body. 
She continue to fall, and closed her eyes and  allowed herself a moment of peace and exultation at the sensation of having nothing but empty air around you, nothing but the rush of wind in your ea-
The brief moment was over, as she opened her eyes she saw a sea of trees below her, and a city far off in the distance. But it was all growing ever closed, and she could hear the sounds of the earth, not the things that lived on it, but the actual pulse of the earth as she went about her everyday existence. As she neared the ground, her eyes took in the last shadow of night which simultaneously disappeared along with the view of the sky as the ancient pine trees rose up before her like stone columns. 
She landed with a soft thud, the pine needles softly crunching underneath her feet. Bell felt like a child standing in a crowd of towering adults as she gazed at the immense trees looming over her. She opened the folder, which had been tightly clenched in her hand the entire trip, and pulled out the picture of the smiling boy.
Far off, she heard the revolting ululation of some otherworldly creature, whose presence aggravated the earth and her children. She glanced at the picture, and with solemn eyes that told a story that unraveled her deceiving appearance, said:
"I will find you before whatever is lurking out there does."

ch 1

Isaac Davis' normally laughing brown eyes were misty as he watched his mother's blank, vacant face, desperately looking for some form of comfort in the sterile atmosphere of the hospital room. Finally a single tear leaked out and tumbled down the boy's long lashes and softly rolled down his cheek.
The crash was repeating in his head, over and over again, the way a nightmare haunts its victim when they pull away from its dark embrace. His last words to his conscious mother echoed painfully in his head. He closed his eyes to try and escape the memories, but instead it amplified the memories.

"Hey mom, can you drive me to Tom's house, he has this awesome new video game, with an awesome two player mode, and he wants to test it out with me."
His mother,who shared his brown hair and eyes, smiled warmly and said,"Sure, hon, I'll drive you."
A couple minutes later he and his mother got in the sand colored Grand Cherokee Jeep and pulled out of the driveway, turning onto the familiar route that lead to his best friend's house. They lived in a petite suburb where people drove cautiously and almost never went above the speed limit. That is why when Isaac's mother rounded a blind turn and saw a speeding black car racing towards them at over fifty miles an hour, in a place where the speed limit was twenty-five, the thought of stamping on the break did not even register in Charlene Davis' head. She swerved to avoid the car, but it was a futile attempt,the car smashed into the Jeep's back end, with a deafening crunch. A piece of debris nicked Isaac's cheek, just a couple millimeters from his eye, wide with terror and panic. When Charlene looked at her son she saw a bloody tear was trickling down his cheek.
The car was now laying in the middle of the road, with the passenger's side facing the oncoming traffic, and as the driver of an enormous loaded semi rounded the turn, Isaac looked at his mother, tan face nearly white. The driver of the semi slammed on the breaks frantically.Charlene slammed on the gas, but the car barely moved, its back was mashed in with the other car, and the combined weight was too much for even the Jeep without its back wheels.
Incredibly fast, Isaac's mother unbuckled her seat belt, then her son's.
"Isaac, switch seats with me."
"Wh-."
"GODDAMMIT ISAAC GET IN THE OTHER SEAT!" she screamed at him, her face streaming with tears.
Isaac had never head his mother raise her voice above speaking level. He obeyed. Just as he snapped in the seat belt, the semi hit home.
Isaac looked into his mother's beautiful face,filled with a mixture of pain and love, and whispered "I love yo-."
And then the world went black.

The tears rolled freely down Isaac's face.
"I-I am s-s-so s-sorreeeeeee!" He pulled his bandaged hands up to cover his face. A month after the accident and amazingly only his burned hands were the only thing still badly injured.
"I-it s-sh-should have been me," he wept.
Suddenly he couldn't take it any more, he stood up, making the chair scrape against the floor. Taking one last look at his mother's pallid face, Isaac turned and ran. Blindly he stumbled down the hall, dodging nurses and doctors who called after him or reached out to him. He ran to the elevator jammed the down button, and then seconds later stepped inside and jammed the one button. The elevator slowly declined from the sixth floor. He reach the bottom with no stops.
He had calmed down a bit during the descent and when the door opened, he walked out into the lobby, instead of sprinting madly like he longed to do. Never before had he wanted so badly to put distance between his mother and himself. Wrapped up in his own thoughts, Isaac slammed into a girl maybe a year younger than him, with sky blue eyes and long, straight blonde hair. The girl fell backwards onto the sidewalk with a small"oomph!"
"Oh, I am so sorry," Issac said. He outstretched his hand to the girl. She gripped it, with a cool, small hand that had a surprisingly strong grip. Isaac noticed the girl had dropped a folder and a white rose, he leaned over and picked them up.. Quick as lightning the girl snatched the folder from his hands.
"Sorry, there are some personal things in there." the girl said, blushing at her rudeness.
"I understand, if you don't mind me asking, what is your name." Isaac was enraptured by the girl's incredible beauty, hearing her voice made his heart skip a beat, and melted away his pain and guilt, momentarily, at least.
The girl smiled, his breath caught.
"Antebellum, but you can call me Bella."
Bella looked at her watch.
"I have to go," she said started to turn away.
Isaac realized he was still holding her rose. It was red now, which was strange, he could have sworn it had been white a moment ago.
"Wait, you forgot your rose."
Bella started to walk away,"Go ahead and keep it, it is a very special plant," she said without even looking back.

·        
Once Antebellum was a safe distance away, she pressed a small button on her watch.
"Report," a voice commanded.
"Assignment found, protection placed, territory secure for the moment. Signs of some unwanted "guests" in the woods near the city. Type: Unidentified," she responded.
"Very well. Be careful and watch your back, mistakes are not tolerated."
A predatory smile, seemingly out of place on the young angel's face, widened as she said,"Understood."

Anti Socials Prologue and ch.1

Running. It was her only chance of survival. Left, right, left, right, left, ri-. She tripped going head first into the pine needles, unearthing the damp musty smell that lurked below. Her hand still stung, and as she looked at the puffy red number one on her hand, she wondered how it had gotten this bad, what she had done to deserve this, this number which signified so many things. Hundreds of years ago it was a good thing to be number one, people had competed from around the world to be number, it was the highest honor to be number one but not here, not now. Here, in the woods outside of Gheth, her home, her sanctuary, everything she loved had all been turned against her. How had it gotten this bad?

                No, it was not good to be number one, because being number one meant that you were the government’s top priority to terminate or recover. Whichever was easier. She got up. The anesthesia made it hard to run without tripping. She was a fast runner. She had won many medals at school track races. But she could be the fastest runner in the world and still her situation would be hopeless. She could not out run the hover car trailing her. No. She could not outrun it, but she could out smart it.

 As she ran around a tree her leg caught on a root sticking up like a mutilated arm and she tumbled head over heels, straight into a large pine. Her head hit the solid truck with a sickening “thunk”, and as her vision started to blur, and the all too familiar humming of a hover car drew near, one last thought echoed through her head:

                How had it gotten this bad?

Ch.1

“Ella!” The teacher’s impatient voice cut through her daydream like a knife through butter.

“Yes Mrs. Lee,” Ella said, feeling the blood rush to her face as she realized she had been staring glassy-eyed out the window for a majority of the class.

“Tell me, Ella, what was this country called around three hundred years ago, before the Breaking occurred?” Mrs. Lee was standing next to her desk looking down at her the way a cat looks at a mouse before devouring it.

“A-America, the United States of America.” Ella managed to stammer.

Mrs. Lee looked disappointed, like a cat who had planned to devour a mouse, only to find it had eluded its grasp at the last moment, finally with a sneer she said “ Well Ella, it seems not all of the lecture as gone through one ear and out the other, but keep your attention to the front of the room and not the clouds outside.”

Several students in the class snickered.

Mrs. Lee was a tall older woman with graying hair and a face that seemed to have a permanent look of distaste frozen on it. She enjoyed making her students uncomfortable, and when she succeeded, her mouth bent into something as close a smile as it ever would be. Very few students made it through her class with an “A”, probably because an already meager amount stayed in her class the whole semester before switching to another history class with a less dismal feel to it.

As the teacher turned her back to go back to her desk, Ella looked down to try and hide her embarrassment. That’s when she heard the soft sound of someone blowing air into a straw. Ella looked up immediately to see that her twin sister who sat just a seat away had blown a spitball at the teacher, one that was extremely accurate from years of practice. Olivia was steaming over the way her least favorite teacher had humiliated her sister, not to mention she still had a bone to pick with her over the detention she issued Olivia last week because she was “laughing too loudly in the hallway.”

Ella felt a twinge in the back of her mind as she almost reflexively adjusted the trajectory of the spitball so it would just miss the teacher’s head. As it hit the wall with a tiny “splat”, Ella could already hear the lecture she would get from her sister for even hinting that someone in the classroom could be a Potential Danger. Luckily, Mrs. Lee paid no attention to the spitball.

Ella let out a sigh of relief, and spent the rest of the class taking notes about America and how it and many other countries completely dissolved for a three month period of chaos known as the Breaking, before being restored to order by the System. She hunched her shoulders as she saw her sister’s reproachful glare out of the corner of her eye. Ella loved to please people, and she could tell her sister was not pleased.

Traurig

There was a moment. Just one. A moment where the snow was no longer pristine. It was no longer laid out as nature had intended it to be, for man’s boot had laid many a scar upon its once perfect layer. Where those empty foundations had been were once again the barracks that they now just pretended to be.  A moment where she looked into the eyes of someone who was looking back at her but wasn’t at the same time for their consciousness, along with their hope, had been trampled to the ground as soon as the wrought iron gate had shut behind them.  She looked at her for a minute, and then there was a shift, a strange inexplicable shift in the world around them, and with a flicker of a smile she was gone. She once again stood alone, a single tear tracing the curve of her delicate cheek, flushed from the cold, and silently she mouthed the words I am sorry into the silent winter air.

Writing

So since no one visits i will post lots o writing on here, not like anyone will read it, so i dont have to worry about criticism or theft (yeah, right)

That time of year again... The San Diego County Fair!

If you live in San Diego County and have not gone to this fair at least once, you are not a local. Okay maybe that is an exaggeration, but really the fair is amazing. Up until a year or two ago the fair was known as the Del Mar Fair, for obvious reasons, as it was located in Del Mar. Anyways, every year there is a different theme, one year it was Dr. Seuss, as a memorial to the very cherished local and children's book author. This year it is race to the fair, with racing flags and cars plentiful thoughout the fair. Their are numerous contest in which you can enter in art, woodwork, botany, and more. My school won best in show for its newpaper, which I was a proud editor in chief of.
If you need more reasons to go, go for the food. The San Diego Fair is known for its bizarre deep fried foods, funnel cakes, and all sorts of food raging from local treats to international delights. Not to mention classic fair foods like kettle corn and cotton candy. Here are a couple pictures of just a few of the fair's specialties

Eww right


Surprisingly good, deep fried Oreos and Twinkies are offered. Also deep fried butter, but I suggest you keep away from that.
The rides offer a lot of fun excitement for thrill seekers both young and old, and for those uninterested in rides there is also games and shops galore. So come on down and enjoy this festive and exciting fair. I will be there today and can hardly wait! Ta ta for now!

Hentalia Axis Powers

So this anime/manga is quite the controversy, but honestly, I don't see what all the fuss is about. I feel that the countries personalities are slightly irritating, but the whole series overall is charming and funny. The author is clearly using typical stereotypes which I find humorous, but I can also understand that people who disagree with these stereotypes might be a little but hurt, especially since they are repeated consistently through out the series. Overall, though, the author is not really singling out any particular country, and I think some of the series's best moments are when it depicts moments of mercy, generosity, and the importance of world peace (which I do get a little vibe of here and then) and really shines a light on a particular country and why it is  so beloved by its occupants.

Vocaloid Commercial

So I absolutely positively love the vocaloid's, and I was excited to hear about the commercial by Toyota, and well, I have to say, I'm a bit let down. I was hoping to see the Miku we all know and love but no, her image was altered in a very unsatisfying way. Now I get it, that the change was to adapt to western culture, but *shiver* couldn't they have tried, I don't know, for a less intimidating look. The problem for me is not that they changed her look (believe me, I've seen all sorts of weird Miku pics), it's that they didn't portray her personality or her age very well, which is the core of Miku(I am mainly talking about that horrid picture on the site, which has been changed, thank God). Through all her different songs, in both the videos and the lyrics, she's had a laughing personality that I believe Toyota failed to capture.
Anyways, I'd like to thank all the loyal fans out there, who I'm guessing must have slammed Toyota pretty hard, because I have seen definite improvements in the commercials and on the site.