She spun the stars on her fingernails but it never made her happy

OMG. ME AND CARA ARE GOING TO THE AMERICAN IDOL TOP 10 TOUR IN 6 DAYS!!!!!!!!! :DDDDD WITH DAVID COOK {plus everyone else} BUT OMG. It's seriously gonna be such a fangirly day. We're gonna go out and mob him after and maybe get a picture cuz if we did that would be extremely fabulously incredible. Or at least an autograph or something. But the biggest thing is WE'RE GONNA SEE HIM LIVE! <3333333

So anyway I finished 2 books in 2 days. {well, 3 days but I read one the first day and read nothing the 2nd day then read one the 3rd day, lol} And I def recommend them.
The first is Star Crossed by Mark Schreiber. The 2nd one is Crank by Ellen Hopkins. Both are very good. Crank is written in a veyr stylized, poetic, free-verse style, I envy the author for writing so creatively and shnazzily. Both are kinda intense, Crank being the most intense. But you should read them. !! Kay.

I wrote a poem in like 5 minutes last night. :D BEHOLD

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Trash Can
gaudy plastic turquoise cradles
gaudy plastic bottles
paper
crinkled
wrinkled
cascading down plastic sides
the bottle juts out
r e m i n d e r
haunts me for awhile
u n t i l I
rid myself of it
forever
no more
'til it is once again satiated

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Lulzzzz I tried to make a poem about my trash can sound as non-boring as a poem about a trash can can sound. xD Feedback would be nice. (:

And I also am probably gonna post a RENTfic I wrote before NaNoWriMo {which was in November btw}, and it is slash and it is Mark/Roger and there is boykissing, so when I do post it be ~prepared~. :D But it's just fluff&stuff. Nothing bad. And it's really short.

ANYWAY 8D

My mom wants to go to the beach today. Eh. I dun really feel like it, but whatever.

"I'm not being sold to anyone underage who can't control me.."

I wrote this in like 10 minutes.
He put the thin roll to his lips, and flicked the lighter on. Immediately he began to choke and cough, retching at the bitterness of it all, wondering why the hell he had just inhaled more of the rubbish. He slowly exhaled, the smoke that rushed out of his cracked lips was in the air around him and in his face and god, it burned his eyes. They welled up as he brought the stick to his mouth once again, and he had no idea why he kept on doing this. It was so sick, yet he couldn't stop, as if he was being controlled by another being, forcing him to inhale as he choked and sputtered as the black trash travelled down his throat, settling into his lungs. He tried desperately to put it down but no, he just couldn't, gagging as he inhaled and the tears streaming uncontrollably down his face has he exhaled, smoke stabbing, burning at his eyes. As he repeated, the roll got shorter along with the coughs, and it wasn't soon before he could go without hardly coughing. He was sure that the tar had coated the inside of his throat, and he was sobbing as he threw the butt down bitterly, watching silently as the remains flamed on the ground.
Wow, that was angsty enough. xD
So I have no idea why I wrote that. I guess I was bored enough. My next blog will be full of answers to Julie's suggestions.