Happieness is a choice

If it looks like a duck, and it quacks like a duck… Then it must be tape. May 30, 2011

Filed under: Cray-Cray,Gabby's Pick,Lenovo,Rambles,So you could say... — GabrialGrewOnUp @ 5:14 pm

That’s right, I am going to write an entire blog post on DuckTape… or Ductape as some other people like to call it. I’m doing this because as of late I noticed that’s how a lot of people have been getting to my blog page, and I’m not going to lie. I know the exact reason why. They are looking into things for Duck Tape Prom or “Stuck At Prom”. Now if you are unfamiliar with this concept, Stuck at Prom was created by Duck Brand Duck Tape. The idea behind it is that you use DuckTape to create an original outfit – We’re talking dress, shoes, tux, earings, even a corsage – All made from DuckTape.

Now for those of you going “Well what’s in it for me?” Not only do you get the satisfaction as making something as awesome as a DuckTape outfit, you also enter to win Up to $5000 for yourself, and for your school – Which I think would be pretty great, getting to donate $5000 to your school, and maybe putting it towards something you’re interested in seeing getting money, Like Drama, or Music… Even Sports. – I myself really want to participate in this even though I’m not going to Prom, so I’ll let you know how that goes.

Also, if you’re thinking how amazing can a grey DuckTape dress be, you obviously have never seen Duck brand DuckTape, it comes in everything from Brown, to Chrome, Neon Pink, Camouflage, Hey it even comes in Leopard.

Now before I leave you, I thought I might give you pictures – as well as a link – to show just how versatile DuckTape really is.


I wear my sunglasses in … english class?

Filed under: Cray-Cray,Gabby's Pick,Lenovo,Rambles,So you could say... — GabrialGrewOnUp @ 9:36 am

Yeah so I’m sitting here in English class, getting together all my information on Planking, because that’s what I’m writing my Prosse essay about. Its a new trend, you’ll love it, you’ll hate it, and aside from people who were maybe born with a curved spine, or happen to just be a head in a jar, Everyone can do it… But does that mean that everyone should. To anwser that well I’ll refer back to one of my points in the essay, someone has actually died planking, does this mean that the man – a New Zelander – who invented planking should be blaimed for his death. No, because while the death could have been avoided had Acteon( An Australian man) not been planking his seventh storey balcony, it could have also been avoided had he not been drunk, and trying to take the photo himself.

Now really I didn’t come onto this blog post to start any trouble, really I just put my sunglasses on and felt the need to write a blog post, I’m sitting here in a summer-ie dress, with flipflops, my sunglasses and I can’t WAIT for friday, It has to be sunny and warm. I mean we’re going to the beach. :)


This is Bigger than Us. January 15, 2011

Filed under: Lenovo — GabrialGrewOnUp @ 8:38 pm

And I feel like I’m breaking up, and I wanted to stay.

 Headlights on the hillside, don’t take me this way.

I want you to hold me, I want you to pray.

This is Bigger than Us.


Melanie was standing at the counter; her long auburn hair was fluttering as the rusty coffee shop fan hit her in the face with a warm blast of air. The shop was a bustle of activity, alive with busy executives’ and wanna be artists, but it was something about the sign outside that had first drawn Melanie in, since then the coffee shop had always been her perfect tornado of caffeine and pastries. Melanie turned around on that Thursday afternoon to drink her coffee and people watch, but before she could find a seat her Eyes began to scan the shop, looking but not really seeing; searching, seeking.  Her eyes first located a businessman with thin framed glasses and hair combed over to hide his ever-growing bald spot. Her eyes skipped, eager to find someone else to analyze, over there by the door. A young couple holding hands and staring lovingly into each others eyes, “what must they think of themselves?” Melanie spoke out loud, and “The same all children think. That love will with stand all.” although she had been speaking to herself Melanie was not surprised when someone answered her, what did surprise her was the familiarity of the voice.

She turned preparing herself to face the voice and the man who belonged to the voice. Standing there in a pale grey suit with slightly dishevelled hair was Greggor, his once vibrant green eyes now dull and listless, were also purple in appearance as though he had not slept in years. And for all Melanie knew, maybe he hadn’t, the seconds ticked pasted slowly, like molasses. After a minute Melanie finally found the strength to speak “How sad, for one day all children must grow up and learn the cruelty of the world?” Greggor was quick with his rebuttal, he rattled off “Some children never grow up, just grow old.” Melanie has been stunned into silence, into thinking; she stared at Greggor’s face, closely examining it. The way his whole face was pinched like he was perpetually waiting for bad news, his tired eyes making him sad and some what hollow. Melanie searched his eyes seeking the happy Greggor she knew, the one that was now locked away behind a deep brick wall. Time ticked by, the commotion in the shop slowing until, there was nothing, nothing in the shop but Melanie, and Greggor, and those green eyes. 

A tray fell in the background, glass clattering onto the floor, shattering and exploding like a supernova. Everything returned it wasn’t just Melanie and Greggor, there was a world out there, a world full of cruelty and unfairness waiting just outside the door, but in here it was as if the world was stopped in its tracks. Inside the coffee shop felt like home, no, that wasn’t right. Melanie thought about it harder; it wasn’t inside the coffee shop, it had never felt like home, just a resting place, and a place to pass the time. But she hadn’t felt this way in a long time, she looked up into those green eyes, now showing some of their true colour and Melanie realized, it was Greggor.

 It was Greggor that kept it all away, and it was Melanie that had kept Greggor away.


It’s just a drama thing – the sequel to Questopolypse.

Filed under: Lenovo — GabrialGrewOnUp @ 8:26 pm

Alright  *Huge aspirated sigh* so as a person who has about a “million” (exageration, I know I know) different things to do right now and absolutely NO, motivation to do them. This is what I’m giving you.

A brief little glimpse into everything I do, when I’m not doing things. Because as of last night I used up all of my creative juices writing a plot for the Senior Drama classes children’s play. Being that I love writing and look to it as something that I can do when I’m older – for a job or just for recreation –  I want everyone’s opinion on this plot, I don’t have any characters listed because, they will only be used if this plot is agreed upon, which won’t be decided until sometime next week, so help me while you can. Anything I can tweak?

The basic premise would be set in the high school environment with the stereotypical mean girls. You would have the mean girls teasing the outcasts of the school, and by outcasts I mean the perfectly normal and quirky student body. The principal (narrator in disguise) would call the mean girls out on their bullying and tell them that it can get them into a lot of trouble. The mean girls go off clearly disappointed about having been stopped by the principal, they head into the forest (which would be key location two) and sit around at their nightly princess meeting, where they talk about the upcoming dance as well as how cruel the world is to them – their parents putting them on a budget, no cute guys being at school etc. The girls discuss how life would be so much better if they got everything they wanted and they were allowed to do anything they wanted. Snow White begins talking about a story her mother once told her off, of an evil sorceress (Merla) who wanted nothing than to rule the world, but she was overpowered and locked away in a place called the “shadow realm” for a thousand years. Snowy goes on to say that “it was said that if anyone ever freed the sorceress that she would be in their debt” the girls look at each other in amazement, as Snow white produces a box from her bag clearly marked Shadow Realm. The girls summon forth the sorceress.

After the sorceress appears and discusses the Shadow Realm for a while with the girls, she goes on to tell them that she will grant them any wish they want, as long as they do something for her in return. She tells them (quickly) the story of her and her brothers’ feud and that if they get her magic button back, well wishes. The girls disperse and agree to start looking for the button in the morning. Cinderella is left standing in the forest, lagging behind the rest of the girls. It appears as though she is talking to herself but as she turns it is clear she has a –Bluetooth, walkie talkie, bird, cell phone – in her hand, and is talking to a mysterious unnamed character she refers to only as boss. The other princesses call for her to catch up and she runs of the scene. A narrator would exit a tree and talk about what a tangled web we weave, they would rewind time and switch to a different set of characters and what they were doing while the princess’s met. It would be a group of the outcasts (not specifying for reasons) they would be hanging out and talking of how cruel the mean girls are, and why no one wants to be friends with them, Fairies will come out hearing the children’s trouble the fairies would explain to the children that they have each other and they need to stand up to the mean girls, and show that they’re not afraid.

Switch to another scene back in the forest, Fairy God Mother is meeting with the “boss” from Cinderella’s phone conversation who is revealed to be Merlin; he is the head of Fictional Characters Against The Harassment Of Other Characters Of The Fictional Variety or FCATHOOCOTFV for short. Merlin talks with FGM about Cinderella and her undercover operation, how she’s working slowly to turn them over to the side of good and the news she reported tonight. FGM reveals to Merlin that their worst fears have come true and Merla has been freed from the Shadow Realm. Merlin tells FGM that she has to be very careful and look out for the young non princess children, or else she could lose her God Mother status.

Later back at school class is in session and as the teacher turns around it is revealed he’s a narrator. The children again point out that he looks familiar but he denies it and continues on with the lesson. The children shrug it off and being talking, passing notes and such. The bell rings and it’s time for lunch, as lunch starts the mean girls again begin to cause trouble but this time, the outcasts are not standing for it. Fairy God Mother appears in the middle of the fight, and begins talking to the children, after many confused looks it has dawned on FGM that she has appeared at the wrong moment in time – she quickly tells the children she’ll be back later and walks of the scene. After the confusion it is shown that the Outcasts have banded together and are standing up for themselves, clearly surprised the mean girls just start to get meaner and meaner. When Cinderella suggests they stop and that hurting other people is wrong, the group turns on her, making fun of her and generally hurting her feels. When one of the outcasts stands up for Cinderella (surprising even her) Cindy decides to denounce her friendship and hang out with the outcasts. The mean girls leave in a huff and go to the forest to see Merla.

Once they meet with Merla they tell her the whole story, but Merla seems more interested in Fairy God Mother, and the betrayal of Cinderella. Merla goes to Cinderella’s house and curses her for betraying her friends when Cinderella, protests and says that they were never truly her friends, Merla casts a spell on her turning her into Tuskerella. Still obsessed with Looks Cindy believes that her new friend’s will not want to hang out with her and her new appearance. And decides to stay home and not go to the dance that night. The dance starts without Cindy and the mean girls spend the entire night making everyone else feel bad. The play ends…. HOLD ON WAIT A MINUTE. A narrator comes onto the frozen scene yelling about how the play can’t end like that that this is a fairy tale. The other narrator also enters the scene and agrees about the horrible ending. Narrator one goes on and on about how good needs to win out over evil, and while N2 nods his head in the end he shouts, snaps his fingers and yells “I’ve got it! I know exactly what this scene is missing… A DRAGON. A dragon then appears onstage and beings to terrorize the dance goers. N1 pauses the scene and says I don’t think so, after huddling together – much discussion and a relative “Oh… that makes sense” from N2 they rewind time back to Cindy’s house.

This time Fairy God Mother appears at Cindy’s house and convinces her that it doesn’t matter what she looks like on the outside as long as she likes herself. She gives Cindy a dress and says you can change on the way… they two disappear of the set. Return to the dance, Cinderella shows up, dressed beautifully everyone gasps at her strange new appearance, but the outcast still accept her as it is, saying “you’re still the same person on the inside, and that’s the you that matters to us.” The mean girls begin to think about themselves and wonder if it truly is what’s on the inside that matters. They begin to apologize to the outcasts when Merla shows up. She tells the girls to stop that and there’s nothing better than being mean and she tempts them with their wildest dreams. The princesses seem torn between wanting everything and wanting true friendship. Before they can make their decision thought Merlin appears. Merla is automatically put off at the appearance of GASP – her brother – And although she begins to speak about evil Merlin stops her. He goes on to say that seeing the children being able to forgive each other and learn to get along has changed his view of the world. He hands over what Merla has been searching for. It’s her magic button, Merla stares at her brother in disbelief and the two agree to end their long standing hatred towards each other, and two finally get along. The scene ends and everyone is happy – FREZZE.

The narrators’ come out and agree that is a much better ending, N2 looks a little bit disappointed and so N1 nods and N2 looks happy he begins to say things like “really? You mean I can do it?” N1 responds with “okay but only this once” and with a snap of his fingers a Dragon appears at the dance.

 The End.


Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire November 22, 2010

Filed under: Lenovo — GabrialGrewOnUp @ 2:28 am

The title has nothing to do with the post, the story began almost 5 years ago… it still doesn’t have an ending. Enjoy.



Dawn Schwartentruber was sitting at home, bored out of her mind. It was the end of summer and only one more day to do something fun before school started on Tuesday. Both of her best friends had gone away for the weekend, leaving Dawn home to rot with her family. It actually wasn’t as bad as it she made it sound, Dawn’s mom was out grocery shopping, her father was a successful Nero-surgeon and was currently away on business and her little sister, had gone to a friend’s house. Dawn was just frustrated that her 2 closest friends had left her with nothing to do this weekend. That is, unless she wanted to go for a walk, but even then, there was nothing to do in the village of Thamesville, especially on a Sunday afternoon.

Dawn was 16 years old, the baby of her group. She had a big, friendly face (when she smiled, which was rarely) and pale green eyes like the colour of the sky on a summer’s day, with specs of yellow splashed throughout the irises. She was average height and build, with dark brown hair that wasn’t straight but wasn’t curly; it sort of did its own thing in a wavy like structure and went several inches past her shoulders. She did fine in school but her parents always nagged her about grades saying that she was definitely not reaching her “potential” but the only thing Dawn cared about was Drama. She was rather reserved until she got to know someone and even with her best friend’s was highly secretive. She was extremely organized, and tended to freak out over little things like her friends messy bedrooms. She loved to read books and could devour a 700 page novel in a matter of hours.

Dawn tossed her hair over her shoulder and got up to go make popcorn. She was watching a movie in the living room of her new two storey house. The family had just moved across town, from their boring old bungalow to an upscale new home. Dawn liked this house, although the thought of living in a subdivision was gloomy and she believed it stripped people of all individuality; she still loved that she had her own bathroom. The kitchen overlooked a fake lake, the lake at the time of construction seemed like a great idea to the developers and they believed it might draw more people into the subdivision, although it hadn’t helped much. It was the size of a small pond, and the location had been a terrible choice because the dirt and debris from the construction never settled so even thought there was a tint of blue, it was the same colour as mud.

Dawn looked at the fancy new microwaves screen. Still 2 minutes till her popcorn was done. While waiting for her popcorn Dawn thought about the movie she had chosen “The Haunting Hour” she then sighed, knowing that if her friends were watching it with her, everything said or done would become a sexual innuendo that only they would get. Dawn’s dog Adriana walked into the room at a tired pace and headed of course for the door. Dawn let her outside and craned her head around the frame to stare two houses down. If she squinted, she could see it. “It” being the house where her bestfriend, Danielle lived. She looked the other way, again two houses down to see the house where her other bestfriend, Becca lived. The microwave beeped, snapping Dawn back to life. She closed the door, getting rid of all the warm summer air rushing in, turned to get her snack and watch a movie alone, because her friends had left her.

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                Rebecca McDermott walked down the side street of the small town. She had an ice cream cone in one hand and a dog leash in the other. She basked in the warm glow of the summer sun, tossing around her dirty blonde hair in the fresh summery breeze. The brown mutt that walked at her heels barked as they rounded the corner and saw swimmers sitting on the beach. Becca and her family had gone to their cottage for the weekend.

                Becca was slightly taller than average, with a build to match. She was 17 years old and had hair that was straight, dirty blonde hair with natural blonde streaks, that on a good day brushed the top of her shoulders. Her eyes tended to change from bright blue to dull grey, depending on what she was wearing. She had a huge friendly smile she loved to show off to everyone, including complete strangers. She was smart, shy and friendly. She usually had an extremely peppy attitude, and could brighten anyone’s day just by rubbing off her high spirits. She illuminated with a positive attitude on life.  She also loved to study and learn new things but her main passions in life where Horses and her friends. Becca smiled as she watched a few kids playing in the water. Her family cottage was on Lake Erie, near Turkey Point, and they always walked into town before leaving for the season. Becca finished off her ice cream cone and tossed the napkin into a trash can.

She walked a little further, and decided she was close enough to the cottage to let her dog, Brock, off his leash. She watched him run into the water, chasing after swimmers but dashing out whenever a wave came in. Becca wished that she could have brought her friends up to the cottage but because it was a family thing no friends were aloud on the biannual visits, because of this rule there was nothing fun to do. Since the only sibling Becca had was her 21 year old step-sister Lynn who just so happened to have left for University in the UK the week earlier, Becca thought the no friend rule should be lifted. She sighed, thinking of her friends and what they would be doing right know if they were all together made her sad, so she pushed the thought right out of her mind. She pulled her sunglasses off the top of her head, brushed her bangs out of the way, then took off after her dog as he dashed out of the water and headed for home at a run.

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                The rain poured down onto the baseball field, washing away with it any hopes the Thamesville Tigers had of winning the game. The spectators were all either waiting in their cars, or building shelters out of umbrellas. The dripping players were caked in mud, soaked to the bone and so many of them were ready to quit. Danielle Mordant however sat in the dugout, trying to scrape some mud off of her cheek. The team only had to go through one more inning before the torturous game was over. The sky was grey and dark, reflecting her mood and the moods of all the players around her and just like them, Danielle wished she could go home.

You see Danielle and her baseball team, the Thamesville Tigers, had not had the greatest season, so when the coach had found out about this tournament, for teams that wanted to play more games, everyone had jumped at the chance to go to Charleston for the weekend. However, no one had thought to look at the weather channel. The whole weekend, the team had been playing in muddy downpours. With a sigh Danielle stood and put her hat back on. She would finish this game just like all her others, doing her best. She was 17, and always tried her best at everything she did. She was a very loud person, not afraid to let everyone know how she was feeling, but she was also one of the kindest people ever, once you scraped away the rough edges. She was extremely moody, and if you caught her happy you were lucky. She did well in school and she was amazing in art and music, but was failing Math. She had dark brown hair with a layer of red underneath, cut an inch or two above her shoulders and was styled straight but edgy at the same time. She was short for her age but man did she have curves in all the right places, and dark green eyes she referred to as “jungle moss”.

                Danielle jumped to her feet, ready to embrace the rain she jogged onto the field to the pitcher’s mound, and thought of how having her friends here could make this lousy day so much better. They wouldn’t care how wet they got; they’d still support her and make it fun, coming up with creative cheers or dances and with the help of Becca’s high spirits everyone including Danielle wouldn’t be so gloomy. That was Danielle’s last thought however before she prepared herself to strike some more kids out with her fastball.

Chapter One

          Monday morning was foggy, damp and dull, but the sun had already started to penetrate the clouds that sat like lumps in oatmeal on the horizon. The fog had already dissipated quite a bit by the time Dawn left her house for the short walk to the middle of the street. She was early, and waited a few minutes before Danielle showed up. Without saying anything Becca burst into the two of them full of pep and happiness…like always. The three of them were going shopping to pick out the outfits they would wear on the first day of school. They walked back up Dawn’s drive way and got into her 1964 ford falcon in saffron yellow. Her friends loved the car and because Dawn wasn’t old enough to drive yet they always got the pleasure of doing so.

The three of them took off like a bullet to get to the mall the minute it opened. Being as great as they were, the girls knew exactly what stores to go to first, and which ones to stay clear off completely. Danielle and Becca loved designer clothing but Dawn was a more random person and could care less about who designed her clothes. They swung into the first open parking spot near the front entrance and dashed across the road just in time to meet the security guard opening the door. With smiles all except Dawn’s and a flaunt they entered the mall and took off running. First stop Needle and Thread, the best shop in the store from designer clothing to no-name they had it all. Grabbing everything in sight the girls entered the change rooms.

The first to emerge was Danielle with skinny jeans, a Paramore tee, neon green flats and a bronze charm bracelet on, she looked stunning but then again anything Danielle wore made her look stunning. Next to emerge from the changing room was Becca with flair jeans in faded sky blue and an Zambercroby & Cinch shirt with blue sneakers and no jewellery she looked better than she already did. Last to emerge running out of the change room screaming with joy was Dawn. Dawn stopped screaming when she saw the panicked look on her friends faces and calmly said to them “Down three pant sizes”. Dawn always thought she was at a healthy weight but when the doctor told her she could become diabetic soon she changed her ways and spent every free second not spent with her friends during the summer exercising.

So she and her friends were very proud to hear that and although some of her weight loss habits worried Becca and Danielle they knew if they kept a close watch on her things would never get out of control. Along with her new pants size Dawn was wearing a typical shirt combination of a black long sleeve shirt with a cotton t in royal blue on top. They headed over to Keller’s to buy some school supplies. Each of the girls picked their list of stuff to get and also a colour. Danielle’s list consisted of pencils, paper, binders and erasers. Dawn’s list was backpack’s and art supplies, and finally Becca’s list was pencil cases and munchies for their party later. They synchronized their watches for half an hour and said to meet at the register.

 Danielle thought her list was pretty easy until she walked into the isle, her jaw dropped with how many choices there were. She finally, after 10 minute of looking picked out everything she wanted, the pencils were good ones that would last long, the binders were durable and doodleable and the erasers were, well erasers. Dawn had picked out the backpacks, she of course got a messenger bag in yellow her designated colour, Danielle’s was a one shoulder strapped bag in green and Becca’s was a two strapped bag in blue. The art supplies Dawn picked out were different, there were two normal sets and then as a special gift she got a professional kit for Danielle.

When Becca walked up to the counter to find Dawn and Danielle struggling to hold everything she laughed and told them to put it all in the cart, and as they looked down they realized there were three solid colours, yellow, green and blue. The girl’s laughed and thought about all the people who had made comments on how their stuff matched all their other stuff, but the girl’s didn’t care it’s just something they did. As the line to the register moved forward and the girls where in second place behind an elderly women who had what looked like a million coupons, Dawn told Becca and Danielle that she would be right back. However when she returned 5 minutes later she was not empty handed, she now held a black box with a white bow on top. Danielle was just about to question the box when the elderly women in front of them left and it was their turn to check out.

The girls were frequent shoppers at the mall and had been since the day it opened 5 years ago, they were not ones to be carrying around a million bags so after the mall installed a locker area the girl’s purchased 3 lockers tore down the walls and made one big locker where they stored all their bags of already purchased items. After stashing away today’s bags the girls walked to the food court, where Dawn saw a new store out of the corner of her eye and slowly floated away from her friends. Becca and Danielle kept on walking until they noticed she was no longer with them. They looked around frantically only to spot her in a new book store (of course). They ran over to ask her what she was doing just to find her frozen in amazement. Danielle screamed in her ears and slapped her in the face but Becca being the brilliant girl she was simply said “Dawn look a hot Grungy Guy”. Quickly snapping to she said “Ooo where?”

 Her friends simply laughed at her. Danielle started looking at some anime books around them and Becca wandered freely around the store, so Dawn continued browsing, only to come across a single copy of “Lenovo” a book that wasn’t even supposed to be on the shelves for another 4 months. She rushed over to the counter completely awe-struck by the book, only to be greeted by the hottest guy she’d ever seen in a book store, or anywhere for that matter. He had shaggy brown hair, high cheeks bones, a perfect nose, and piercing green eyes that you could just get sucked into. As he checked out the woman in front of him he sealed the deal with an amazing crooked smile.

 Her friends came over to check on her because she was practically drooling on the counter and once they saw him they couldn’t blame their friend for doing so. As Dawn stood there still in shock, the guy just looked at her like she was a complete space case and finally asked in a tired and flat voice if he could “help” her. Snapping out of the fantasy world that she often travelled into she handed him the book nervously and was insulted by the expression that crept onto his face when he read the cover, a total look of shock and surprise, like he expected it to be a pop-up book. He rung it in, slipped the recite into the cover and handed the book back to her without even glancing up again. Totally rejected Dawn said to Danielle and Becca if they were done browsing, she’d like to leave. As the girls left the store Dawn dare not turn back to look at “Book store guy”.

The girl’s sat down at their regular booth in the soda shack and began eating there desserts. Dawn wasn’t very hungry but still picked at her bowl of birthday cake and cookie dough ice cream, desperate for some happy thoughts she decided to read some of her new book. Flipping open the first page she came across what she thought was the recite and just as she was about to crumple it up, realized it was a note. About the time she realized this Becca decided to snatch the piece of paper that her friend had been staring at so intensively. Clearing her throat like a historian figure about to make some grand speech Becca read the note aloud 


Didn’t think any would ever pick this book up. Maybe we could grab a drink sometime and talk.

                                   Call me 529-478-2451



Dawn blushed at the thought that someone as hot as this Patrick boy actually wanted to talk to her and Becca and Danielle just giggled and made kissy faces. After they finished their ice cream Danielle bought a round of drinks which surprised Becca and Dawn because first because Danielle never bought anything with her own money and secondly she only ever bought something with her own money when she had something really important to say, and ordering food or drinks guaranteed that Becca and Dawn wouldn’t interrupt her mid sentence. The only example they could remember was when Danielle’s brother died in a car accident she told it to her friends after buying them 3 rounds of soda, so the girls new something was up. When their drinks arrived Dawn and Becca nervously took sips dreading what was coming.

Danielle finally “coughed” to break the silence and started her sentence with “So they want me to switch schools” and right then and there both Becca and Dawn spit the soda everywhere, the three of them had gone to the same school since Pre- K. The thought of not being together chilled the girls to their very bones, but Becca and Dawn knew that there was more Danielle had to say and were good enough friends no to interrupt her…yet.

 She continued her sentence “Yeah, the school board thinks because I’m such a talented artist I’m not reaching my fullest potential at T.V.O.S.S and think that I should switch to Richards school of Arts. Becca butted in “but Danielle what are you going to do?” Danielle could tell her friends were concerned and reassured them that she told the principal she “wasn’t going anywhere without her best friend’s”. Dawn finally spoke up “Darling R.A is the most prestigious art school there is, please tell me there were other reason’s then us for not going.” “Ooo there is” she replied “There’s the fact that they wanted me to pay $30,000 a year to attend”. Becca’s jaw dropped “Who would’ve thought art school would cost so much.” The three of them just laughed and smiled with happiness at the fact that everything in their lives was going to stay the same.


Evv October 15, 2010

Filed under: Lenovo — GabrialGrewOnUp @ 1:14 am
This is something I wrote on my gaia account for a roleplay, it’s not really that good, or long but I thought it would be better than another rant about why I’m no good on the phone.

Eva Valeria Vladescu


Sorrow leaves me cold and torn,
Staring at pale Winter’s sky;
Forgotten love a whisper’s scorn,
These wounds I’ve failed to hide.
 Such broken legacies remain,
From disconcerted lullabies;
Gray paintings all left in disdain,
On this somber winter’s night.
Your golden eyes have saved me,
From all that once was I,
Now only you can break me,
If this heart be what you deny.
I feel the warmth your lips do bring
The sirens too did sway;
Take flight with angelic wings,
Neither truth nor lie can stay.
These scars of my obsession,
Bleed and burn with decay;
Endless winter beholds this sin,
For lovers are but runaways.


“The Runaway”

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The air was cold and bitter, especially for April and the windows in this building were all but nonexistent. drip, drip, drip The smell of sawdust and old motor oil wafted up into her nose and the floor was cold, hard and damp beneath her. Drip, drip, drip. She knew that the sun would rise soon enough and she would have to leave her cover for the night, but with the wind whipping around and the rain slashing against the roof she dread the thought. Drip, drip, drip. Damn it, she had checked the roof before she settled in last night, where the hell was that dripping noise coming from. She lifted her damp hair off of the concrete floor; her clothes were all but plastered against her body. Her body struggled against her, clinging to the last wisps of sleep but she forced herself up hoping that her legs would support her. She stretched her arms and legs reaching out in front of her, her head pointing towards the sky. Drip, Drip, Drip. The cold water hit her square in the face; above her she saw the culprit. A sky light with a very visible crack in its surface was funneling a constant stream of water into the building.

Eva shivered, her eyes fluttering opening and her teeth chattering uncontrollably. She stood up, her knees shaking under her a result of fatigue and hunger. She dredged towards the large metal door, the one that had so conveniently come “unlocked” last night. She opened it a sliver and peered outside, it was hard to see through the sheets of rain but she was able to make out shapes along the street; a broken down car, a dumpster, a couple of boxes full of old pots and pans. A thought clicked in her mind, she opened the door and made a mad dash for the boxes. Scooped up as much as she could carry and dashed back to the door. She was now soaked to the bone and her high-tops squeaked along the floor she found the source of the dripping and set a pot directly beneath it. Now instead of a dripping noise it was more like a metal thwang. She looked around her at the pieces of scrap metal and few broken crates.

Her cardboard mat was slush beneath her feet, and there was no way she was getting back to sleep now. Eva sighed and looked around once more, there was no reason to stay here soon enough the building inspectors would come around looking for squatters. She walked over to the only dry spot in the building, a small hole in the wall. There she grabbed her canvas bag and the only clean piece of clothing she had left; her black hoodie. Pulling it on over her head she breathed in the smell of the vanilla fabric softener and for just a minute imagined being back at home laughing and helping her dad fold laundry. Remembering the curve of his nose and the way his forehead crinkled when he laughed, she snapped to right away. There was no reason to remember him, he was gone. She walked back over to the door and with one last backwards glance she headed out into the rain.

The wind whipped harder the minute Eva stepped outside, causing the rain to become like needles pricking her skin. She pulled the stretched out sleeves down over her hands to keep them from freezing. The sky was filled with layer upon layer of thick dark clouds. The clouds prevented any rays of light from shining through, and so the streets around Eva were almost as black as night. Above her a street light flickered, a buzzing sound began getting louder and louder as the street lamp flickered more widely. The wind picked up adding a loud moaning in with the buzzing. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, but it was already to late, something like an explosion occurred above her and within seconds, glass was tinkling down around her like a waterfall. She threw her arms over her face and crouched down, the glass still raining down. The last pieces fell beside her. Eva counted to ten before she stood up and shook loose shards from her hood. Now looking around the streets were completely dark, all the light had been coming from that single streetlamp.

Eva breathed out, unaware that she’d been holding her breath. She began to trudge forward, one foot in front of the other. Glass crunching beneath her feet, she moved towards the sidewalk. The emptiness around her was nothing new and now that she was on the sidewalk filled with weeds and dead leaves; the only noise was from the howling of the wind and the soft pitter patter of the rain. Walking for what seemed like an endless amount of time, Eva turned onto a main street, still mostly abandoned. The street was overrun with trees that hung over her like a sort of makeshift roof and creating a vast amount of shadows. At the other end of the street Eva heard the sound of tires on the wet road, she pushed herself backwards against a fence turning her head down and blending into the shadows. The car passed her without ever slowing.

She began walking again, cautious to every noise around her, but there was nothing, and that’s the way she liked it. She’d been living on the streets for almost 3 months now, but she had learned a few things quickly. Things like, don’t go into building if they have a light on. Chances are there are already people who have claimed the land or the fact that if a person seemed too good to be true then they probably were. Like the week she had spent at the homeless shelter, and the lady in her mid 30’s who had been extremely nice to Eva. Until the one afternoon she showed up for lunch and child services was waiting at the front of the building. If it hadn’t been for that tree down on main street, and the fact that she had to take a bunch of back roads to get to the building – which caused her to be late for lunch – she might have been taken away right then. But she’d been smarter since then, never giving out her real name, never staying in one neighborhood to long, and always moving around. Ahahaha! Always moving around, that was the reason she had run away from her family in the first place. Always getting settled in and getting adjusted just to be uprooted again at the drop of a hat.

Eva stepped into a large puddle, she had gotten lost in her thought again, something that seemed to be happening more and more these days. The mud and water splashed up to her knees causing a new wave of shivering to explode through her body. She jumped back, the cold water shocking her system. Goosebumps covered her flesh, and her head whipped backwards smashing into a tree. She knew that it would most likely leave a mark but she had to keep moving, the rain was starting to lighten up, although the wind was relentless and soon enough the outside world would begin waking up. She quickened her pace, sticking to the far side of the sidewalk know, away from the road. The only thing she could hear was the throbbing part of her head. She did a mental check on it seeing how big of a bruise it would leave or whether it would cause a goose egg. The pain seemed to be coming from an area about the size of an orange and was located right near the back of her head. She raised her fingers and brushed against it softly, she winced as pain shot instantly through her veins. Son of a Bitch.

She dropped her hand, and allowed the pain to subside but not vanish. She kept walking every now and then lightly touching her head; it wasn’t until she heard a twig snap behind her that she realized she wasn’t alone anymore. She glanced behind her, slowing down only a fraction of her pace but it was just enough to see the shadow of someone looming a few feet away. The shadow stopped, pulled the sleeve of its coat up and seemed to be looking at its wrist. Eva could make out the lines of its body; it seemed to be about 6 foot 2 with a muscular build, definitely male. He was wearing combat boots, dark jeans and a black coat. It was when Eva turned her face up towards his, that she noticed he was no longer staring at his watch. Instead his dark eyes were focused directly on hers, his lips lifted up into a sort of menacing half-smile, like something she had done was funny, but only he got the joke. It was now that reality hit her in the face. She was in danger, standing a mere couple of feet from a stranger, and inside her something was telling her to run.

She didn’t move.

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Time Passes September 30, 2010

Filed under: Lenovo — GabrialGrewOnUp @ 5:44 pm

There will be other lives.

There will be other lives for nervouse boys with sweaty plams, for bittersweat fumblings in the backseats of cars, for caps and gowns in royal blue and crimson, for mothers clasping pretty pearl necklaces around daughters’ unlined necks, for your full name to be read aloud in an auditorium, for brand-new suitcases transporting you to strange new lands.

And there will be other lives for unpaid debts, for one-night stands, for Prague and for Paris, for painful shoes with pointy toes, for indecisions and revisions.

And there will be other lives for fathers walking daughters down aisles.

And there will be other lives for sweet babies with skin like milk.

And there will be other lives for a man you don’t recognize, for a face in a mirror that is no longer yours, for funerals of intimates, for shrinking, for teeth that fall out, for hair on your chin, for forgetting everything. Everything.

Oh, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best peices of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that’s not how it works. A human life is a beautiful mess.

Happieness is a choice, and when one is happy, time passes quickly.