{"id":443,"date":"2012-03-25T21:21:04","date_gmt":"2012-03-26T01:21:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/exclusiveink\/?p=443"},"modified":"2012-03-25T21:23:21","modified_gmt":"2012-03-26T01:23:21","slug":"a-bloggers-past-and-a-jump-to-the-future","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/exclusiveink\/2012\/03\/25\/a-bloggers-past-and-a-jump-to-the-future\/","title":{"rendered":"A BLOGGER’S PAST AND A JUMP TO THE FUTURE"},"content":{"rendered":"
by DAEZY<\/a><\/span><\/h5>\n

Reality is such a terrible thing. Like, when you’re having a super, mega awesome dream and suddenly your body jerks awake and reality smacks you in the face and reminds you you have people to see and things to do and life to live. Sometimes I wish we could all say in dreamland, you know? Because even if you have a nightmare, you’ll still be in a land of fantasy where there are no screaming moms telling you to clean your room or do your homework.<\/p>\n

I looked over the screen, frustrated. Not good enough. Not\u00a0deep enough. Not clear enough. Think! Think! Think!<\/p>\n

I sighed and pressed save, feeling my brain ache from the writer’s block.<\/p>\n

Maybe Melonie can \u2013 oh. Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear.<\/p>\n

She walked in, wearing her Minnie Mouse nightgown and fuzzy slippers. Her golden blond hair bounced with every step she took and her bluebell eyes sparkled with curiosity. She frowned when she noticed my frustration.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat’s wrong, Victoria?\u201d she asked. Her eyes glazed over for a brief second, and she suddenly jerked her head in my direction. \u201cYou have writer’s block again, don’t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

I swear this girl can read my freaking mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d I admitted in a monotone, pushing my glasses back up to the middle of my nose. \u201cStupid mother-loving writers’ block! I hate it!\u201d<\/p>\n

I threw my hands up in frustration, grabbing a handful of my soft, frizzy, curly brown hair. Melonie instantly grew worried. She put an arm around my shoulders in effort to calm me down, and pulled me into a hug.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon’t work yourself too hard,\u201d she whispered, on the verge of panic. \u201cYou know what happens when you do.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sighed and stared at the scar on my left hand. I silently traced the curve of my jagged scar, that wrapped around my hand and stopped right in the middle of the thin blue vein on my wrist.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d I said, sighing again. \u201cGod I hate Alexundra.\u201d<\/p>\n

Just then Sam walked in, his golden eyes alight with concern.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat up with you, Peacock?\u201d he asked, sitting on my other side. He was dressed in normal jeans and a tee shirt, but he made it look like it was made by Abecrombie and Fitch. Curse his good looks. \u201cYour not usually so sad.\u201d<\/p>\n

I picked up a pillow and threw it at his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI’m not sad,\u201d I said in distress. \u201cI’m frustrated.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWriter’s block?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWriter’s block.\u201d<\/p>\n

He groaned, and yanked me away from Melonie, pulling me into his lap.<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew there was going to be something wrong with you,\u201d he said, his black yang necklace gleaming in the light. \u201cI was in a good mood this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

I chuckled, grabbing my black leather glove off my nearby computer desk and slipping it over my scarred hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know you don’t need to wear that thing, right?\u201d Sam stated, his brows furrowing in annoyance. \u201cIt covers up your battle scar.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat’s the point, dumbutt.\u201d I frowned at him. \u201cPeople will stare and call me names.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere’s you get that scar, anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cClassified,\u201d I said without thinking. \u201cBesides, I don’t do things because I want to, I do them because I need to.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are those, you’re catch phrases?\u201d Melonie sassily remarked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d I said, going over to my closet. \u201cC’mon, we need to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

They groaned, and walked out of the room.<\/p>\n

I sighed.<\/p>\n

Without them, I would have already lost the fight to Alexundra, my other personality. The destructive, evil part of myself that was awakened by Trevor’s evil. But without Trevor… I wouldn’t have meet the most important people in my life.<\/p>\n

I still think dreamland kicks butt more than reality though.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

School sucks. It sucks monkey butt.<\/p>\n

Seriously.<\/p>\n

Not only do you have to be put into social clicks, but you also have to deal with the popularity and expressing yourself in public. I could write a kick ass poem, and get laughed at for writing poetry in the first place. And as for all you adults who forgot what it feels like to be 12 or 17…you just don’t understand. Teenagers are the cruelest people to ever walk the planet. Some of them have the spirit of Hades alive and controlling their soul.<\/p>\n

I was getting something out of my locker when someone walked up to me. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat now, Amber?\u201d I asked, irritated. Amber Riley is the most controversial girl in school, and for some odd reason she’s had it out for me since the beginning of school. She’s got dark off-black hair, gray blue eyes, pale skin, and the build of a cheerleader.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh nothing,\u201d she said, frowning. \u201cIt’s just…I found out something interesting about you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shrugged and she smirked.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it true you got kicked out of military school,\u201d she announced loud enough for everyone to hear. Most of the people in the hall turned around and looked at me, waiting for an answer.<\/p>\n

Really? That’s really what she decided to bug me about. That’s not news.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d I said, not really caring. \u201cThat’s old news, Riley. Got anything else?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh yeah,\u201d she said with fake excitement. \u201cI also found out last year you were a druggie. Your parents dropped you because of your wacko-a-doodle addiction and put you in foster care till you got, and I quote, ‘better’.\u201d<\/p>\n

I rolled my eyes and shut my locker. She always tries to pull stuff like this. What does she think she’s achieving? Sure, those things may be true, but I don’t give a rat’s ass. She’s only making herself look bad.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, true too,\u201d I said, looking her straight in the eye. \u201cLook, Amber, I’ll give you props for trying to make me look bad, but just to clear things up, I don’t care. Those experiences were horrible, but I lived and bounced back like I always do, so I don’t really care. You’re only making yourself look bad.\u201d She glared hatefully at me as I maneuvered myself out of her path. \u201cI’ll see you in class, Riley.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat you talk about?\u201d Sam asked with excitement in his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing.\u201d I replied flatly.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on! Just tell me!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBu keqi.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBu keqi.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI’ll buy you a Strawberry Cheesecake sundae from Rally’s.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBu keqi.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI’ll through\u00a0in the Bacon-zilla.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat’s a Bacon-zilla?\u201d Melony asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe name of it is Bacon-zilla. What does it sound like?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt sounds like heaven.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh-kay, fine!\u201d I said, finally cracking. \u201cI’ll tell you \u2013 BUT! – you owe me the Bacon-zilla meal with a Strawberry Cheesecake sundae, AND two orders of Chili Cheese fries.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright,\u201d Sam said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Oh no, that’s a dangerous look. \u201cBut only if I get to take you to a movie afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hmm… A date with Sam. That’s a recipe for disaster.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d I said. \u201cAmber basically confronted me about my military expulsion and my unfaithful days in rehab along with my parents dropping me. I said I didn’t give a rat’s ass and walked off.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo it’s true then!\u201d He said, standing up. His eyes shone in pride. \u201cYou DID get kicked out of military school!\u201d<\/p>\n

I just told him about my horrid past and all he cares about is military school? Typical teenage boy mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo I’ll see you at seven?\u201d I said in a monotone. He nodded and went back to talking with Melony, which I immediately zoned out of. At that point, the bell rang, and I went back to boring school life, with boring school classes, and blah, blah, blah.<\/p>\n

I’m more interested in my dreams.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Life…never gets better. The clock ticks on, but does it breathe like you and\u00a0me? Does it try to make every day last, every day count, because it knows that one stupid mistake can end it all? My wish…my only wish was to be normal. But wishing is just as pointless as dreaming. That’s why I hate reality.<\/p>\n

Reality is such a terrible thing. Like, when you’re having a super, mega awesome dream and suddenly your body jerks awake and reality smacks you in the face and reminds you you have people to see and things to do and life to live. Sometimes I wish we could all say in dreamland, you know? Because even if you have a nightmare, you’ll still be in a land of fantasy where there are no screaming moms telling you to clean your room or do your homework.<\/p>\n

Reality..sucks. It sucks almost as much as school. Does we, humans, as a species, have to be so damn mean and rude and territorial and stupid and just plain vicious to each other? I mean, in dreamland you can achieve world peace, domination, and absolute blissful happiness… But in reality, if you try any of those things, your looked at like a freak.<\/p>\n

Father times clock will always tick on… So my life goal is to make reality as awesome as my dreams.<\/p>\n

Peace, love, and happiness,<\/p>\n

Alexundra Blood<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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I signed out of\u00a0www.blogspot.com<\/a>, content with my latest post. I have my ghost, and I have my past, but…I also have my life which thank god, thank\u00a0God\u00a0I am finally in control of!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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