If you’re a fan of story mode games at an affordable price, do I have the game for you. The Walking Dead Tell-Tale Game Is by Far one of my most favorite and most played games of all time.
this game is action packed, and the story is heart wrenching. one of the things that makes this game perfect, is the beautiful storyline. There are five episodes in this game. It took me roughly 50 hours to complete this game, and it was worth every second. The story follows our two protagonists Lee Everett who is a middle-aged man. and Clementine (No Last Name is Given) who is a young eight-year-old girl. Before the apocalypse, Lee was a Happily Married university Teacher from Malcom Georgia. If memory serves me correctly, I believe he was a history teacher, but I could be wrong.
Not much backstory was given for Clementine, but in the beginning of the Zombie apocalypse, Clementine was left home with a babysitter while her parents went to savannah Georgia.
Minor Spoiler alert, I’ll just give a brief Overview of How Lee And Clementine Met in the First Episode.
Events lead up to Lee looking for Help after a recent car crash, but everything is abandoned. He stumbles upon the house where clementine was living After walking through the woods. Lee made his way inside looking for medical attention, but he was surprised to find the house Empty. the kitchen was stained with blood, windows boarded, and doors blocked with furniture. Keep in mind that Lee wasn’t fully aware that he was even in the zombie apocalypse. (I Believe this was the first day of the apocalypse too.) So, he’s totally oblivious as to why this fortification was in place.
Lee is looking for supplies, and in the living room there was a desk with a drawer where he finds a Walkie Talkie Radio. He tries to make contact with someone who might be on the other walkie talkie. And Low and Behold, Our Second Protagonist Responds over the Walkie Talkie. A Young girl Named Clementine. Lee Was surprised to Hear such a Young Voice on the Walkie Talkie, He asked how old She was, and She said she was eight.
Lee was a Little Surprised by this, and he asked about her parents, and why Her house was in the shape that it was. Clemetine Replied Telling Him That her Parents Had Gone on Vacation and Left her there with a babysitter. Lee Finally Asks Where Clementine Was hiding. Clementine Told Him that she was in her treehouse out in the backyard. Lee Looked through the window in the Kitchen that was facing the backyard and saw clementine in the treehouse waving at him.
And that’s how our two protagonists Meet, later throughout the Five Episodes, they grow and learn from each other. I Highly Recommend This game if you’re looking for a Well-planned and thought-out story mode game.
And you won’t get this reference unless you play the game, but Ben Paul is the worst character to ever exist.
Of course I knew my very first blog was going to be about something chaotic and creepy. The reason is that the things I watch and read about are psychological, scary, and make you want to bang your head on the wall and rethink your whole life. That’s a good thing though because there are a ton of people out there who are like me. They’re the people who analyze true crime in their free time. This is most likely why you decided to read this today. So, stick with me and pay attention, please lovelies.
This past Summer I forced my siblings to allow me to pick their brains about certain shows and their plots (and there have been many of them). I did this to bring up the question, “What would you do differently?” and all of those answers led to 3 a.m. girl talk conversations about a particular person who didn’t or did deserve what happened to them. This is lucky for you because I want to give you the same experience by telling you about the plot of the movie which led to my questions. The movie is called The Perfect Host.
Our hypothetical 3 a.m. questions would be “What Would You Do as The Bad Guy in this scenario?” or my personal favorite, “Who Is the Villain in This Story?” Keep these in mind as you journey into what you are reading. Side note: Please don’t read this if you mind spoilers. In my opinion, though, I would still go watch this just to make sure the person telling me this didn’t make it up.
The movie stars John Taylor (a smart man who’s good at chess) and Warwick Wilson (an interesting man at best) whose lives join together in the most wicked way. At the beginning of the movie, we learn about John Taylor and his life story through clips of his memories with his girlfriend Simone while he’s robbing a bank. After robbing said bank the next day, he’s in another robbery but instead of him, there’s a woman. John just wants to mind his business but instead, the writers make him become the “hero,” leaving John with tackling the gun out of the woman’s hands and she ends up shooting him in his foot. Of course, John gets mad and of course the t.v. tunes in at the right moment with John on the news for a robbery because the cameras caught him. After that, everything else is John limping to his car and driving as far away as he can until he ends up in a country bumpkin-looking neighborhood. The next part after this was impressive to me, but I recommend not doing it. John Taylor is bleeding badly, and he needs somewhere to go and wash up. He also needs to hide from the police that’s looking for him. Want to know what he does next? He starts reading people’s mail to find information on the person’s lifestyle, who they live with, whether they are rich, and whether they could potentially be outside of town. This keeps going until he finds Warwick Wilson’s house. Warwick’s house is big, shiny, and dated with an open mailbox. In Warwick’s mailbox, there is a postcard from someone named Julia explaining her fun trip to Australia and how she wishes that Warwick could join her. After John sees that, he is like “I got a plan”. John walks up the road and rings the doorbell. He had already come up with the backstory in his head that he was Julia’s cousin, and she was supposed to have someone pick him up from the airport. Julia forgot and he doesn’t want to be out so late while bleeding from a cut he got at the airport. It was going to be easy. That’s what he thinks when Warwick opens the door and asks his credentials, “Who are you?” “How do I know you” and things like that. John answers him with his full backstory while Warwick sips the wine glass in his hand. When John tells Warwick his story, Warwick is hesitant; so, he tells John “I’m hosting a dinner date tonight. My guests are arriving soon.” John assures him he’ll be out of the way. Warwick being the person he is, lets John come into the house.
Everything past this point is John looking around and Warwick being hospitable while asking too many questions. John had the answers prepared for the questions up until the point when Warwick called the police. He reports a missing suitcase for John which terrifies John because he is LYING. So instead of telling the truth, John blows his cover and threatens Warwick with a knife. This scene is so chaotic I can’t even explain it. Just please watch the movie. After their little petty fight, John admits he doesn’t know Julia; he starts drinking the wine Warwick had put on the table. Warwick is hopping around the place cleaning the blood trail John left on the floor. John is like “I threatened to kill this dude and he’s cleaning?” What is wrong with him? John then gets up to kick Warwick in the face because somehow, he’s on the ground when he falls like a limp rag doll. Next, Warwick springs up and takes his chance by hitting John in the head with a wine bottle. Then the next scene blackens. Soon after, we see that John awakens and he’s scared more than he’s confused. This leaves the viewers wondering but we soon get our answer. The reason why: We see Warwick talking to a bunch of people who we are guessing are his dinner party. We also see that John is looking at Warwick talking to plain empty chairs.
I’m stopping right here because it’s enough for you to get the idea of where the questions came from. Now, my rating on this movie is 8/10, with 2 points deducted because there were some questions left unanswered. In my opinion, the movie was weird but in a good way. Some things could’ve been redone or better explained. Overall, the movie was great, and I hope whoever watches it enjoys it.
Azerant a world I have been slowing putting together for the fun of it. It is a world where many different creatures live. From dragons, Valkyrie, fairies/pixies flying in the air to Mystics and giants and elves walking on the ground to many more. Azerant was created by very powerful Gods to keep the Mystics and other creatures safe away from Mundanes, people without mystic powers or creature blood.Asteri Akademia is a school for Mystics, people like you and me who have an orb right near their hearts that stores their magic. Mystics go to this school when they turn fourteen years old,this is the age when their magic becomes the most unstable and they can’t control it. They are usually given talismanswhen they reach fourteen. While at Asteri Academia Mystics learn many things from the History of Mystic Cultures, Study of Mystic and Magical Creatures, Rune Lore, Healing, Control and Magic Ethics (this class is only for 1st years), Spellcasting and Warding, Sprits and Demonology, Talismans Study and Creation. They graduate when they prove that they can control their magic without the help of their Talismans, objects that are infused with some of the magic from their user to help them learn controltalismans are usually weapons by men and some women. The school is located up in the mountains surrounded by a forest of large oak trees with a small-townsitting at the base of the mountain. When students start school, they are given a crystal that shows different colors that represent the different powers each student has.This school runs a hierarchy with the Student Council President running everything that involves the student body. Anything that happens gets reported to the SCP. The current SCP and SCVP (student council vice president) are two of the strongest students in the school. Students in school come from many different places around the world. Status is determined by power from the crystals given. The school is also neutral grounds when it comes to the many gangs and other ‘business’ that some of the parents have. Asteri Academia was founded 400 years ago by some of the first Mystics to ever settle in that area of Azerant. It was created to help the young Mystic control their powers. Some of the founder’s family members still attend the school to this day, like the Eriksen family, the Fernandez family, the Rodriguez family, and the Tassio family. These very powerful families did many things for the school which have led it to the success it is now. While the school is neutral ground the town that sits at the base is not. There have been many fights and other businesses. The four big families all had some power at the school and a lot of power in the town. No one in town really did anything to mess with the families but there were some people who would come in town to visit or stop by while on a trip and some of them never got the hint to leave the kids who would walk around town alone. The visitors usually never came back or if someone really messed up then they were taken care of.Especially if it is Tassio’s little girl.
Like many other kids, I had a dragon phase when I was younger. I still enjoy dragons to be clear, but dragon phases… they are DRAGON PHASES. All I ever drew around the time was dragons, and people even recognized me as that one girl who could draw dragons.
The books that kicked off this love of dragons was the “Wings of Fire” series by Tui T. Sutherland. (Major and most minor spoilers will be avoided in this post.) I was looking through my middle school English teacher’s bookshelf when I found the winglets book “Assassin.” Winglets are side stories centered around side characters from the main series.
The cover was composed of beautiful green shades and curious spires, completed with a purple title with a dragon emblem underneath. Curiosity piqued, I picked up the book and flipped it over, read the description, then began the first pages. Yes, this was the second Winglets book. My younger self would read things out of order if a book was missing.
I loved the book. I don’t remember much of it now, but it got me hooked enough for me to ask for the rest of the series during Christmas. Little me didn’t realize that winglets were only side stories, though, and I didn’t specify that I wanted the winglets specifically. I face palm at this memory, but it turned out great. Christmas came around and I opened up the entire first series of the main wings of fire series. I read the first and fell and love. This series holds a special place in my heart, but as I grew older I remembered less and less of it. Recently, I decided to reread the whole first two arcs, courtesy of my collection. I was able to appreciate the writing more now, and though I knew major plot points I still had fun. The perspective switching between books is done well, in my opinion. The main character of each book has a plotline surrounding them, but the other characters are still included and the story stays on track to the ultimate goal. Though both arcs have their ups and downs, the second arc has to be my favorite. The main antagonist is such a cool idea, and I especially liked all of the characters, their struggles, how the characters dealt with said struggles, and the setting. Sutherland also brought back side characters from the first arc and expanded upon them in the second, namely with Peril, Anemone, and Kinkajou. Peril had some great potential in the first arc, so I was especially happy to see her get her own book. While I do love the first arc main characters, the main characters of the second arc were more fun for me to read. I don’t even think I can pick a favorite from the second arc. I will say that I liked the dynamic of the first arc group- there was clearly ‘favorite friends’ and frustrations between the characters, which I felt highlighted how relationships would be strained under their circumstances, having been trapped under a mountain for years with only each other. Despite their arguments, the first group still loved each other, even if their desires conflicted. I also found the plot twists included in both arcs to be satisfying.
There’s one thing I forgot about, though- these books are extremely violent. The first arc takes place during a war, but there’s no sugarcoating any of the violence and gore. Eggs get crushed, dragons die horribly, and more. There’s plenty of examples I remember, but I don’t think they’d be allowed to be mentioned on this blog. I don’t know how these books get into middle schools, but I don’t remember younger me minding the violence, and current me loved it. I wonder if I reading these played any part in the darker aspects of my stories… There’s also a lot of side-romances in these books. They didn’t impact my experience harshly, and I did like some, but for me side romances aren’t always my thing. I remember one that was discussed, but it wasn’t ever expanded upon, nor did the mentioned characters interact “on-screen.” At least give me some tasty material if you’re gonna propose a ship. However, surprisingly, I didn’t mind the main love triangle included in the second arc. Said love triangle did fall into my category of ‘would have been better as a poly-pair’, though.
At the end of the day, I still do love these books. If dragons are your thing and you don’t mind reading something of a lower age level, I’d recommend them. Yay for dragons!
This is a poem about healing, reaching out, and the path to recovery. This poem contains depictions of depression via the speaker’s environment.
The floor is invisible beneath the piles and piles of clothes forming a moat around your bed, on which you haven’t moved. Your arms, your legs, your body is a thousand tons, the weight of a herd of elephants, you won’t be getting up any time soon. The used-to-be-purple-now-gray t-shirt clings to you, it’s gross, terrible, you haven’t changed for a new one, but you know it’s nothing compared to the rats living in your fridge that hasn’t been cleaned out since September. (You’ll just let them have the food.) Your phone buzzes. You don’t look. No one needs to worry about you right now or hear from you. You’re fine. The room is fine. You’ll deal with it tomorrow.
Today, you left your room. Not a lot. It was just the fridge. It hasn’t started to smell (yet) but you don’t remove the food inside. In the back of your head, you know it will spoil, but the hand stays right where you left it. As you mull over this, a bug crawls under the space between the floors. (You close the fridge.)
The TV hums in the back of your ears, on it there’s a man named Jim and his girlfriend “Pam,” and a Schroot or whatever. You just needed something quiet. Tonight, you’ll have a TV dinner because there’s else to eat. Tomorrow you’ll Doordash. (Or not.) It’s going to be the most depressing thing you’ve eaten in months.
Someone knocked on your door today. Whoever they were didn’t stay; but they left a care package. Inside, there’s a bag of fruit, a blanket, a bottle of bubble bath, and a green shirt with the tag still on. “I hope you’re doing okay.”
You took a bubble bath that night.
There’s still not enough energy in you to go outside, but Doordashing is too expensive. You take a fruit from the basket. Tomorrow you’ll clean out the fridge.
It’s a disgusting and tedious process, exactly how you expected. You don’t do it in one go: not everything’s gone. But it’s a start. You’ll watch The Office that afternoon. (His name is Schrute.)
Your phone buzzes. “Hope you’re doing better.” It buzzes again. “We miss you.” You mark it as important.
The green shirt you’re wearing feels better than the used-to-be-purple shirt. You feel clean. It’s nice.
You load your laundry into baskets. You’ll take it to the laundromat in time. Right now, you’ll sweep the floor. Put trash in bags. Mop. Have you seen your floor since August?
You take a bubble bath that night with the leftover solution. Tomorrow, you’ll go grocery shopping.
I have been a part of the “Buffy Verse” fandom for quite a while now, and this has actually been something I’ve wanted to discuss but didn’t have the means to as not that many of my peers have seen this show. And I have my opinion about a lot of characters some good some bad but there’s some that I feel people are too hard on, Dawn being one of them. This blog seems like the perfect place to share my feelings about this character.
To fairly and fully defend Dawn Summers then I have to introduce you to her character in the show. Disclaimer her story is going to mention the loss of family members, mention of bullying and a mention of self-harm.
Dawn Summers was introduced as Buffy’s little sister to the series at the end of the first episode of season 5, her debut shocked the viewers quite a bit as there hadn’t been a mention of Dawn having any siblings (although looking back there was foreshadowing, one of which even having a character mention that a, “little sis was coming), but in my opinion this implies that one was soon to be born, but Dawn was fourteen when she appeared on the show. The most perplexing part about Dawn’s arrival is that the other characters were treating her as if she had been there the whole time, but this wasn’t the case. You see Dawn wasn’t actually Buffy’s sister, well not always. She was actually a “ball of energy” or “key” that had been transformed into a girl and sent to Buffy to be protected from “Glorificus” or Glory, a god/goddess who was stuck on earth and Dawn was her key to get back to her dimension. The monks even distorted reality as to not raise any eyebrows about Dawn’s appearance, which is why everyone was acting as if Dawn was already there cause they geniunely thought she was.
The reason I’m presenting you with this information is the give you some insight into Dawn’s story before my defense. Now some people have deemed Dawn as whiny, bratty, and ungrateful. People even have compared Buffy’s life to Dawn, saying that Buffy’s had the harder life, implying that Dawn’s life was somehow easy. Now I don’t deny that Buffy has had a hard life, after all she’s been slaying demons since she was a sophomore in high school. However, I don’t think that people take into account how traumatizing her experiences could be for someone.
So I will be listing these experiences in a numbered list.
1 . Finding out she was a key.
Buffy did a good job at hiding Dawn’s true identity for her for a while but eventually she did find out. This understandably sent her into a crisis, in which she wounded herself to prove she was human. I don’t think people fully grasp how world shattering this revelation could be for someone, realizing that every memory you have didn’t actually happen and that they were orchestrated by these mystical beings to essentially play a game of hide and seek with a nutjob demon goddess. To find out that the last 14 years of your life never happened.
2. Her mother’s death
Soon after her whole period of questioning of her humanity, Dawn (and Buffy) lost the only mother she’d ever known to brain aneurysm in the fifth season. I think this speaks for itself, i recognize Buffy also lost her mother but I don’t think people account that she was Dawn’s mom too.
3. Buffy’s death.
Buffy later died in finale of the fifth season, in order to save Dawn. However, Buffy wasn’t gone long due to the nature of her death and the powers of her witchy best friend Willow Rosenberg who was able to resurrect her (an event I also hold many opinions about). Now I don’t think I need to mention how losing two of the most important people in her life could affect her.
4. Feeling like a burden.
Due to Glory’s persistent nature and literal god like capabilities she wasn’t very keen on letting people get between her and Dawn (her key). Going as so far as to hurt people, including Dawn’s loved ones to get there. At one point leaving Tara (a big role model in Dawn’s life and Willow’s girlfriend) a shell of her former self after sucking the sanity out of her. Dawn obviously felt responsible of all of this even going as far as referring to herself as a “lightning rod of pain”.
5. Tara’s death.
After a haunting encounter where Warren (one part and the ringleader of this evil trio that had been terrorizing Buffy) intending to kill Buffy, came into their backyard with a weapon where he struck Buffy (who ended up surviving) but ended accidentally hitting Tara fatally wounding her. Tara was very important person to Dawn, whom she sort of had restricted contact with due to the awkward tensions of her being around after her and Willow’s breakup(they ended up getting back together right before she died. But Tara’s loss was very hard on Dawn, who found her laying on floor hours after her death.
6. Willow’s chaos.
Willow went through a period where she was abusing magic hardcore (something Joss Wheadon used as an analogy to drug abuse, something I want to discuss, but that’s most likely a whole other blog post) but in the midst of her addiction she put Dawn in great danger almost getting both of them killed in the process. Willow was eventually able to get clean but after losing Tara, she lost it and went on a crazy magic binger and ended killing Warren and attempting to kill his two other friends. Her Dawn ended up being confronted with one another in which she threatened to turn Dawn back into a ball of magic after Dawn tried to get Willow to end her chaos. Even saying she would be much happier with dawn gone.
7. Dawn’s insecurity
Dawn attending the same school Buffy once did is obviously regarded as just “Buffy’s little sister” but you see this come full force when they were both put under a love spell and ended up competing for the same guy. Soon after she caught Buffy kissing him and Willow and Anya got involved Dawn decided she didn’t stand a chance at competing with Buffy, so she decided to stand in front of a train in order to give up her life to prove her love for him. Buffy ended saving her and they later put an end to the whole spell.
After all these events combined with just being a normal teenage girl, I can understand some of Dawn’s whiny behavior. I think people could’ve been easier on her character.
Agh! I can’t believe junior is already almost over; I swear it was like yesterday we were all outside ringing the bell. This is my last post for the school year which means that the next time you hear from me, I will be a senior(that’s a slightly scary thought). For my last post, I will do a self reflection of how I’ve grown as a person and a writer. This is is simply a long, boring paragraph of how much I have changed as a person for the better and as a writer and artist. If upcoming juniors ever read this post, I would hope this could relieve some of that anxiety that comes with moving into a completely new learning and living environment. Anyways, without further ado, please enjoy.
Ever since kindergarten, I have attended North Pike which, if y’all don’t know, is a very big school and not the best place to be(I won’t get into details). One of the things I will say though is that I was always self conscious about certain things, including how I was around friends and my style of clothing(to name only a couple). The students at my old school were in general just not the best people to be around and it was especially difficult for someone who really loves art and reading like me because of course that was considered very weird. When I started coming here, I deeply appreciated how weird was the normal and that different kinds of weird were welcome and embraced. One of my biggest worries was that I wasn’t gonna be able to make any new friends, but that was changed quite literally on day one. Throughout the year, I gradually became a more outgoing person although I still consider myself very ambiverted. I was not at all the kind of person to spend her days going out just doing whatever and to this day that is still not my go-to thing but if invited by friends, I’ll be more than willing to go and have fun. I like to think that I also became a more assertive person since attending here the details of why that is are some that I’d like to not share, but you get the general idea.
As a writer, I used be very meticulous in my writing, meaning I paid close attention to adding vivid descriptions and image and I am glad to say I have been good at that, but the overall plot and theme and other essential writing elements weren’t quite as strong. I have gotten a lot better at it since coming here and learning to balance out the amount of imagery inclusion of plot and theme. I also liked that I have been able to learn about and write stories, poems, etc. in different formats in styles. I had some favorites of course, but it fun in general exploring those different writing styles. The process of workshop and revision is also extremely helpful because it’s where you can gather what impact its made on readers and they can give positive feedback and critique based on what you wanted them to gain and experience through your writing. There are incidents and projects(such as coffeehouse, Poetry Out Loud, podcasting, etc.) that also have taken me far out of my comfort zone and, I will be 100% honest, I really didn’t like at first but they have overall helped me for the better. This experience that I have had so far makes me very hopeful for my senior year and I am excited for it.
That is all I have to day about my journey so far, and I do hope to grow even more as a writer and person throughout my upcoming senior year. It’s a little scary but also very exciting. I hope you have enjoyed this, and I will see you later, MSA<3
Hey guys!!! This is my very last blog of the YEAR! For the last blog I thought I would do sort of a recap of the year and tell you guys things I’ve learned what I would or would not do again, talk about the friends that I have made, my plans for next year, how I’ll decorate my room, etc. Okay so let’s get into it. Oh my gosh y’all first and foremost I will be a SENIOR in high school next year. TIME IS MOVING SO FAST. I’m ready but I’m not ready. This is so bittersweet. The juniors next year will be looking up to us to help them and that’s kind of scary honestly. I’ve loved everything about MSA since I’ve been here and I feel like I’ll love it even more next year. The first day I got here I was building stuff, unpacking clothes and saying goodbye to my family members. I never imagined I would change this much in less than a year.
My style is so different. I’ve always worn black but I like my clothes way bigger than I used to. I feel like I’ve grown so much more confident in myself and my body. I used to only wear like tight clothing. Not for attention but because that’s what other girls would wear and I thought it was what I should wear too. Now I only care about what I want for myself and how I feel about me. I’ve always been independent and haven’t let other have too much influence over me but in the back of my mind I wanted to be like those other girls and now I only want to be me. I’ve made so many fantastic friends here. My roommate is so special to me and it’s crazy to think that I didn’t even know her when we got here. We originally met on instagram like 2 days before our official move-in day and she was not my original roommate. I used to room with my friend from my hometown and old school and I moved in with Shakeera in September. We’re polar opposites yet exactly the same. We have so much fun together, there is never a dull moment, and I’m so grateful that we were brought together. My suite mates Asia and Kaydence are some great friends I’ve made as well, they have great taste in music we always have dance parties in the bathroom and do each other’s hair and makeup. My entire suite is simply a vibe. Ronada is another friend. We always laugh when we’re together and if one of us dances the other has to dance too. I have loved dying her hair this year. SHE HAS AMAZING HAIR. That reminds me earlier this year Shakeera and I bleached our roots blonde and kept the ends of our hair pink and twinned for a while, it was so cute.
My passion for writing and becoming a published writer has flourished tremendously. I’ve seen my fellow literaries accomplish some things that I want for myself and this school has shed light on so many competitions, and writing camps that I can attend and I plan to take part in each one. There were so many things about writing I had no idea about. Haibuns, abecedarians, kwansaba’s and so many others. My teacher is amazing and I can’t thank her enough for pushing me and my peers through this year as I thought I couldn’t finish so many of the assignments she gave us. My plans for next year are to apply for as many colleges and scholarships as I possibly can so that I have money to work with and options to choose from. I want to major in creative writing and probably minor in something such as English or psychology.
Next year Shakeera and I plan to decorate our room with a hippie theme. You know all different sorts of colors, patterns, and designs. The bathroom will be more of a earthy, plant vibe. I can’t wait to see what the summer has in store for me and what next year brings.
when i first arrived at msa, i knew only a couple seniors and my roommate. during the first week, i felt so alone and could barely keep myself together. i wanted to go home. i called my mom and told her i had no friends, and i didn’t want to be here anymore. she simply told me to go out and at least try before coming home. so i did. during the water park trip at the beginning of the year, i went out and tried my best to talk to people- and that’s how i met some of my closest friends. others reached out to me on social media, and we quickly became close. others have been by my side since the summer. this blog is dedicated to them, as each one will be leaving. i love all of you, and remember to stay in touch:)
an ode to locklyn:
locklyn, you are one of my favorite people on the planet. we met over the summer and immediately had a connection. i enjoyed talking to you so much, and i was so excited to have a friend. when i moved in, i was awkward and nervous, but being around you helped me so much. despite my disposition, you wanted to hang out with me and you loved being my friend- something that helped me value myself more. we have had so many moments together that i can’t even have a favorite. every second spent with you is enjoyable, and i’m so glad that we met. music is one thing we have connected between us, and i cherish that so much. you got me into slipknot, and i got you into elliott smith. you’re the jonathan davis to my fred durst. i’m so excited to see you at ole miss and hopefully live with you there too !! stay cool, and always remember to damn the man. i love you!
song dedicated to you: lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley
an ode to cain:
cain, i would have never guessed that we would become friends. which doesn’t make sense, really. i followed you before i moved in, but when i first saw you, i didn’t say a single word. it wasn’t until the water park trip that i even said hi to you. then, suddenly, we became close. ever since then, we continue to get closer and closer. anytime i see you, my day is brightened. i genuinely love you so much. sometimes you can be a little silly and do little stupid silly things, but it doesn’t make me love you any less. one of my favorite moments with you dates back to artoberfest where you gave me the biggest bruise of my life. you roughed me up so bad, but because it was you, i didn’t mind. my arm still shivers when i get near you. other moments include watching you laugh so hard over your own story, every time you’ve ever yelled super loudly in public (as much as i hated it), and the long talks we’ve had on the swings outside. you’ve been there for me since day one, and i will continue to be there for you. i’m so excited to see you over the summer. stay awesome, cain:)
song dedicated to you: alameda by elliott smith
an ode to emma:
emma, my dearest roommate. i surprisingly don’t have many photos of us together, but i like to think it’s because we’re too busy making awful jokes to notice. i met you towards the beginning of the year, and i instantly knew that we had so much in common. like, a scary amount in common. when i got the news that my roommate was leaving in december, you were the first person i messaged. i’m so glad i did that, because now i have the best roommate anyone could ever ask for. seeing you walk into the room instantly makes me so happy. there is never a dull moment when we are both in the room. even when i’m not feeling well, you never fail to make me laugh. i will forever miss walking into the room and hearing you instantly have something to tell me, or almost being asleep and then hearing you absolutely laugh your ass off- immediately sending me whatever it is you’re looking at. you’re so talented and i’m absolutely so excited to see what your future holds. you’re one of my closest friends and an excellent singer of the wishing tree song from south park. have a great summer, emma:)
song dedicated to you: needles and pins by jackie deshannon
an ode to kameron:
kameron. we don’t have a single photo together, which is crazy because you are genuinely one of my closest friends of all time. you followed me over the summer, and i followed you back after some time. when i moved in, i didn’t connect you to the account i had been following. all i knew was you seemed super cool and i desperately wanted to be your friend. i remember posting something on my story about wanting new friends and after about thirty minutes, you messaged me. it was an awkward start simply sharing music, but it turned into one of my most cherished friendships of all time. we have talked to each other almost every single day of this school year with no breaks. i introduced you to elliott smith, and you got me into what is now one of my favorite manga series of all time (goodnight punpun). punpun became a huge part of our friendship, and now all your drawings of him that you have gifted me are on display in my room at home:) i genuinely have never had such a kind and caring friend like you, and i know neither of us will let our friendship die out. i can’t wait to see you over the summer (hopefully we can actually communicate like real human beings). stay cool kameron, and yes, you do look like will toledo.
song dedicated to you: there must be more than blood by car seat headrest
if you aren’t featured here, please do know that i still love you and care about you. this blog is dedicated to the people who have made the most impact on my life. there are still so many others that i love and am so grateful for. with that being said, here’s to the year of 22′-23′, and here’s to the people that got me through it. i’m endlessly thankful for you all. see you later:)<3
Some of us like to listen to music as we write, so I figured I would list some of my personal favorites. Music tends to distract me sometimes when I am trying to do something. Certain artists and songs help but a lot do not help me. I’m going to have 3 bands in here and 2 songs.
Artists
The Neighborhood
There is quite an obvious theme residing in these bands and songs if you are familiar with the ones I chose. The Neighborhood is very relaxing for me and I can focus well while listening to their music because there aren’t a lot of noises involved or fast pace. When the songs are too fast paced I cant keep up with both the music and writing.
Cigarettes after sex
This one is on here for the same reason as the previous artist listed. Very slow, calm, and quiet. I find those 2 bands quite similar in many aspects. They both bring the perfect energy and amount of focus to my writing zone.
Mitski
Mitski has some songs in a fast pace, but I can still use them to focus with in my writing. She has a very soft singing voice which is perfect for the atmosphere I try to create during writing.
The songs
Jealous- Eyedress
Spit in my face- ThxSoMch
I’m talking about both songs at once because everything I say can correlate to both. Both songs have a nice rhythm that I love hearing. They contribute to my stories every time I write. Sometimes I like to play songs I feel would fit into the movie version of my stories and they often contribute. As well as the piano solo Clare De Lune.
Why don’t I like writing to music?
I mentioned in the blog that I did not really like listening to music while I write. I have a few reasons why, but the main thing is that I can’t focus on both. When fast or loud music is played in headphones or out loud I can focus on my writing. If the music is softer and slower I can. I also don’t like it very much because it will sometimes give me ideas for the story. Now, this is fine and helpful until you are almost done with the story and decide the ending and plot should be reworked because of one song lyric.
