Rock Me Amadeus

So I'm Obsessed with Mozart...

And my mom tells me, there's a song that goes "Amadeus Amadeus" and I'm like, where have I been?! Well, I was surfing the web and was on a Mozart website, when I saw a link to "Rock Me Amadeus" by Falco. I listened to it and at first I was like, "What the heck is wrong with this guys voice?" I was actually intrigued by the voice, so I listened to more and then I just fell in love with the song. Of course, I can't say it sounds like he's saying Amadeus. It sometimes sounds like he's saying "Hot potatoes hot potatoes" or something of the sort, but really it's a great catchy song and it's about my one true love Mozart so why would I not like it?! In fact, I love it so much I want to do a cover of the song and write my own Mozart song, because I've been meaning to do so, but I just have no inspiration at the moment. I did write a song the other day, but I really don't have any inspiration. No tunes are coming into my head, so it's difficult for me to write something new down, when I don't have a thing to write it down to. Luckily, my mom is thinking of buying me an acoustic guitar and from there I'll be able to get an electric guitar if I do really good, after that I'll ask for a keytar and then I'll ask for a synthesizer.

Well, here's the song, he's singing in German so...the lyrics are translated, but German is very close to English so if you speak English, you might here some of the words in there. XD If you're French (and it seems a lot of French people look at my blog) then please enjoy the song. 

The Burden of my Projects is Slowly Lifting Off My Shoulders

Long Title, huh?

Well, as I mentioned before I have four projects to complete. For one I just need to find the differences between the two cells, for the other one, I just need to draw on it. I'm barely starting my Health one today and for the last one, it's not a project more so I shall say it's an essay, but it's all the same to me. I have a new project, but for now I just have to make five hypothesis and that's about it right now.

Long title, short story.

My Impression On A Band 11.7.14

I just heard the song "Casual Sex" by My Darkest Days. It was good, but it wasn't a song that would stick with me in my opinion. It's very catchy, but then there isn't much about the voice that interests me to listen to more of their songs. Also, it just seemed like they wanted to be something they couldn't and so that made it not so good. I only clicked on it, because the name of the song (LOL) and so would I listen to the song again, maybe if it came up again, but to search for it, no.

Here's the song. Tell me what you think.

The Dream World

She stared blankly at the snow that was playing it's fuzzy noise on the TV. For some reason that noise always calmed her down when she couldn't sleep. It was like a background noise that for some reason was able to sink her mind into a different world. It was like she was in a different world completely, when she heard the snow on the TV. After all, the dream world was a place not to different from the real world. Really, the only difference was that in the end the dream world was a place that could be controlled or not.

That's why tonight, she stared intently at the snow to see if anything would happen. To see if a hand would come out and take her into the dream world or if someone came to sweep her by her feet and just make her day complete by escorting her to a magical place that was part of her beautiful dream world.

No, none of that happened. She didn't expect it to happen, so slowly as her eyes became heavy listening to the snow for such a long time, she fell asleep in her bed...

The next moment, she was awake, but not really. She was in that dream world she'd loved her whole life.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" she yelled looking at the place in discontent. "HONESTLY I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT JUST WAITING FOR THIS TO HAPPEN AND THE MOMENT I FALL ASLEEP I'M HERE!"

"Well, you can't just get into the dream world without falling asleep unless you can sleep with your eyes open, but that is quite a difficult skill to acquire," one of the sprites in my mind said as it flew around me.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I said flicking it away to somewhere else far from here.

Of course, in the dream world it never mattered how she acted to whoever was there. She pushed them around and she told them to disappear or to shut up or to bleed to death and they would, because she cared for only one person and one person only, herself.

"Young maiden, will you help me?" a woman asked her.

"With what?" the girl asked wishing to be out because the dream world never truly interested her. It only interested her in the beginning, but it was all a child's fantasy in her eyes now.

"Well, you see I can't seem to pick any apples from the tree over there," the woman said. 

The girl rolled her eyes and said, "Look, here are your apples!" The apples fell on the woman's head and she lay unconscious on the floor. "Too bad, she seemed really nice, too." The girl laughed as she continued to walk in the magical land that seemed to be in ruins after she arrived.

"You know, you should probably help us not hurt us," another sprite said buzzing around her face.

She squashed this one and wiped the blood on her skirt that she intended to suffocate one of the villagers with if she had nothing better to do.

"Miss, miss, my brother's been hurt can you help him?" a young girl, no older than four it seemed asked.

"Ah, he's been hurt and you want to help him?" the girl asked with the most sincere tone in her voice.

"Oh, yes please," she said begging on her knees.

The girl took out a magic wand and tapped it on the head of the girl and then the head of the boy. "He's all better, but now you have to pay the price."

"Brother, it hurts, my body hurts all over!!!" the child wailed wishing she had never approached the girl.

"HEY STOP IT!" another sprite said. The girl tried to knock this one away, but found it hard when she realized he was very quick and seemed to have fast reflexes.

"You're just a sprite, you can't do anything about it," the girl said. "This is my dream world, not yours!"

"It may be your dream world, but I can put you in shock and that will send you into a wave of compulsions on the outside. You won't be able to do anything about it and you'll never be able to return to the dream world. I beg of you please, don't hurt anyone else."

She rolled her eyes and ran away to a secluded area in the forest. It was quiet except for the sound of a crying baby. She looked at the baby and saw in his eyes innocence. She looked at this innocence and smiled maliciously at him. She saw that she could harm the baby in so many ways. She thought, "Why not?! It's my dream world, I would never do it in the real world, but here, everything's okay!"

As she was just about to hurt the child, someone came up and pushed her hard into a tree. "Girl, you have done too much harm to the dream world and the people inhabiting it. We warned you, didn't we? For disobeying our rules, you will be reprimanded with the most horrible punishment of all."

The girl could feel that she could no longer think, she could no longer control the dream world. The power to control her dreams was out of her hands now. She saw everyone she had hurt in the dream world come and submerge her into a darkness. Into a darkness she could never come out of. That was the lesson she learned that day. A lesson she learned a little too late.
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Twelve Year Old Found Dead in Bed

"Twelve year old, Odile Mills was found dead this morning in her bed, due to convulsions that occurred during the night. Her parents claimed to have heard their child scream, "No, I'm sorry!" at night and that is when they rushed to her bedroom to find her body going up and down as though she were possessed. It was too late when the ambulance came... [Read Page 4 for the rest of the story]".

Regards to the Story 11.6.14

I'm not sure when I'll complete Chapter Three of my story "Those That Which Are Talented". I don't think I will have much time due to my projects at school. (I'm really trying to get straight A's and I have four classes with high B's [P.E. is the exception, low B and I don't care as long as it doesn't drop to a C]). There will be many more projects to come and so I might only have time to post short stories. I really am trying, dedicated readers, because it is you guys who make my work so much better. 345 people have seen my blog as of right now and for some reason such a minimal number, makes me extremely happy. I don't even know if the same people have viewed my blog, but it makes no difference to me. Just one visit here is a lifetime of smiles for me. If you have any questions feel free to ask, I'm always happy to reply and don't worry if you don't speak English, I'll use Google Translate to reply ^_^ Well, Chapter Three is under construction, but here are all the parts to my story so far.

Those That Which Are Talented: Chapter One (Part One of Two)

Those That Which Are Talented: Chapter One (Part Two of Two)

Those That Which Are Talented: Chapter Two (Part One of Two)

Those That Which Are Talented: Chapter Two (Part Two of Two)

Thanks for reading!!!~

Today 11.5.14

Today Was A So-So Day...

Well, my friend (And this is a follow up to this story) wasn't at school today. I'm guessing she was sick, but dunno yet.

The boy I used to like (let's refer to him as that because I hate having to put the first initial of their name and then the asteriks afterwards) passed me twice today. First during lunch, when my friend M**** saw him and said, "Hey!" to me and I was just like "I don't give a shit about that kid anymore" and a second time when me and my friend O****** went to go get his free dress pass (BTW we did not get his free dress pass). The first time the kid just turned his head around to see if I was looking at him I guess, but I was talking (secretly looking in the corner of my eye) to A***** and then the second time I just tried not to pay attention to him, but I could feel that he was staring really hard at me. Do you ever get that feeling?! Well, I do.

Well, there was your daily dose of Lovely Fortune. ^_^

Four Projects All Due On The Same Week

This Is Very Stressful From My End But I'm Trying My Hardest...

I have two projects due in Biology next week, luckily I'm done with one of them and the four day weekend will help me get a boost on my other projects.

I have a partner project due in Health the next week as well, but I doubt me and my partner are even going to work together.

I have a project due in English (more like essay), that I will have to argue in class next week for "Animal Farm". I really wanted to pick Napoleon, but you have to get three pieces of evidence (don't see why when we're only going to use one) and I could only find two that were substantial to support my case.

Well, I'm working as hard as I can and really I need to all my grades (except P.E.) are High B's and I want them to become A's so my only worry is P.E.

Well, that's how school is going for me. Wish me luck!~

Was It Wrong Of Me To Do This?!

At First It Wasn't Planned Out But...

Me and my friend A***** met at lunch and so instead of waiting for our other friend, who I suspected was stuck in Biology, we went straight to the lunch line. Well our other friend M******* wasn't in Biology, she was actually located in the other line. When she passed by, A***** said "Let's hide!" It was just a joke at first, but then we thought we could use this to our advantage. M****** is always using us for our homework, so we decided, "Let's not go with her and see how she deals with her homework herself."She even saw us and we ran away. That happened so when I went to English I thought she'd just laugh it off, no big deal, right? WRONG! She was mad at me and didn't even talk or look at me the whole period. When we had to get into groups, I thought that she'd have to talk to me since I was the only friend that was near her, but no she went for two people she absolutely hated and when A** said, "Well what about Lovely (my real name, not Lovely, but you get what I mean?" M******* shrugged and said, "Whatever." B***** obviously acknowledged me, we even talked about our obsession with black lipstick, but even so, M******* would not dare turn back to even look at me once and when she had to get something out of her backpack she would stare directly to the side as to not make eye-contact. I just hope she isn't butt hurt about it, because that wasn't wrong of me. At least, I don't think so. I even asked for my other friends opinion and he said it wasn't wrong of me to do, that that's what she deserved if she truly was asking for our homework everyday. 

Thanks Guys!!! 11.3.14

I Think It's Safe To Say That...

After a month I was not expecting to have so many views. I have had my blog since the 21st of September. Today is the 3rd of November and I hope that I can keep this blog up. I really like sharing my feelings and I feel that the best way is to share through the internet how I feel. 

To this day I have had 321 page views and to me that is a lot.

My goal is to have 400 views by the end of this month so spread the word about my blog. It can't hurt. I mean unless you really hate my blog in which I don't understand why you come back for more.  To the left is a view of the amount of people from each country that has seen my blog. I live in the United States so it is quite apparent that a vast majority of my views will be from here since I promote mainly on twitter (Once I've hit 1000 views, I will post my twitter @ name so you guys can connect with me on there). A big thanks to people who come on here often, if any at all, and a big thanks to anyone who's actually mentioned my blog to someone else. Love you guys, until next time. :)

My Type Of Guy

Seeing as That These Days, I Don't Think Much Of Love I Thought It Would Be Best To Show Who My Ideal Guy Would Be:

Looks:

Looks don't matter much to me. Of course, I want the guy to be cute, but usually if the guy is a total jerk and for no reason (some people are justified for being jerks and so you have to get to know the person) I won't think he is cute. If the guy isn't as attractive, but a total sweetheart, well that will make up for his average-ness, but of course, looks don't matter much to me.

I'd say that I really love blonde hair, but like hair is hair to me. If you have jet black hair, I'd say that's pretty sexy and if you have brown hair, I'd think your smart. Dyed hair, I'd think you're a crazy person who I'd love to get to know and so that's why hair is a looks factor that I can be flexible with. Some girls are like "Eww, he's got a weird shade of brown for his hair, why would I date him?" That just doesn't make sense to me at all. It's hair.

Eye color is the same as hair, but I really love green eyes. They're rare, that's why. That makes a person really interesting.

Skin color doesn't matter either (but I know which race I really don't want to date and not for being racist, but because I'm simply not attracted to that race).

Looks are just looks. I'm not saying I don't look at them, no, I'd be a hypocrite if I did that. I'm just saying that they're at the bottom of the pyramid for what is important to me.

Personality:

So as forementioned, personality is a big factor in what I like in a guy. So I'll give you a list of what I'm looking for.

• Not a sex-crazed freak. That is the last thing I want. I want someone who likes me for me, not for ulterior motives. LOL, I'm not that pretty though for someone to even look at me that way.
• Shouldn't be afraid to be who they are. If they're into things that the posers are into, but they aren't doing it because they're a poser, then I'll respect that. No one should care about what others think of them
• Sense of humor. If you aren't funny, then what the fuck am I going to talk to you about?! It'd be like talking to a plastic bag.
• Smart. If you aren't smart, then we can't have intellectual conversations and anytime I say something you don't understand, I'd probably get annoyed.
• Don't be jealous. The jealous type is just so, ugh!
• You have to like my friends, well, just be nice to them at least. If my friends absolutely hate you and you're trying your hardest to keep a smile on your face, I won't condemn you for that. In fact, that's really sweet that you're trying hard for me.

Personality, is sort of a funny thing, because not everyone can posess these personality traits. I mean I'm fine with a pervert, but not a huge pervert do you know what I mean. If I really love you though I'd be able to live with all your flaws.

Other Factors:

• You've got to have a good taste in music or at least stand behind why you like a certain type of music. If not even that, then you're just listening to listen and that's not cool dude.

That's it, wasn't much. Just a little something something for the people who were interested (no one) and for me to write something for today. Tell your friends about this blog. :) I'm happy for the views. No followers, but happy for the views.