ArynMae20Haha, well thank you :) I give what I receive, so there! And by the way it's in there twice! Hehe.
Every time I ask for money I always get really dirty looks from my mom... she hates it! But, like really! I don't have a job or anything, not that I just don't want one but I literally cannot get one, and I'm 16! She's the one who always says "You have your entire life to work" but then when I want to go out and do something she'll be like "You need to be more responsible" and no, no I won't do that because that is scary.
I do miss having a job and having my own spending money, this has actually been the first time in years that I haven't had my own money! I use to babysit my cousins children from 8 to 4 on weekends and then another family had me come watch their kids from 6 to 5 weekly (I would feed them all three meals a day and clean the house and literally do everything and they paid me soooo much and it was marvelous <3) but my cousin moved and I almost burned down the other peoples kitchen so yeah... that was kinda a bust.
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Uhh, thank you! Haha. Murr, I'm not really sure what else to say without sounding like a cocky little bitch so thanks, thanks very much!
Uhh, thank you! Haha. Murr, I'm not really sure what else to say without sounding like a cocky little bitch so thanks, thanks very much!
Rude! Haha! Just so you know, I still used the word... twice... XP
I guess playing sports would help a lot, I know dance does for me. I'm just such a weird person and I get really worked up over things that I shouldn't. That does sound like it would be really good! I know all of the grocery stores around here are so uptight about their employees taking time off and it's just a really big mess for a lot of my friends who dance or do other sports. It must be so nice to have that sense of flexibility with your work schedule too, that's what I would love to have!
Me: "Mom, I have no money would you give me some?" My mom: "Here. Take 20" *repeat for the rest of my life* XD Trust me, you're more financially independent then I'll ever be. Now being serious, that is a really realistic fear (especially at 3am)! Like you never know what the future holds and the "what ifs" of life are always there and they are always reallllllly scary. To be honest right now I am having such a hard time holding back a bunch of overused bull crap about "you just got to go where the wind takes you", haha. Oh god...
Hahaha, I actually laughed so hard at that! Never get out of character! Real life is for dummies ;)
I guess playing sports would help a lot, I know dance does for me. I'm just such a weird person and I get really worked up over things that I shouldn't. That does sound like it would be really good! I know all of the grocery stores around here are so uptight about their employees taking time off and it's just a really big mess for a lot of my friends who dance or do other sports. It must be so nice to have that sense of flexibility with your work schedule too, that's what I would love to have!
Me: "Mom, I have no money would you give me some?" My mom: "Here. Take 20" *repeat for the rest of my life* XD Trust me, you're more financially independent then I'll ever be. Now being serious, that is a really realistic fear (especially at 3am)! Like you never know what the future holds and the "what ifs" of life are always there and they are always reallllllly scary. To be honest right now I am having such a hard time holding back a bunch of overused bull crap about "you just got to go where the wind takes you", haha. Oh god...
Hahaha, I actually laughed so hard at that! Never get out of character! Real life is for dummies ;)
It was like her entire being was suspended in the air, floating above herself in a dreamlike state. Charlie could feel the blood slowly draining from her body, but in that moment of pure ecstasy she didn't care. She could have died then, let herself be drained of life on this very couch at this very moment, and she didn't cared. Because she would die with this feeling of pure rapture, with her heart fluttering like a bird caged inside of her chest and the warmth spreading it's way through her skin. Better then any fine wine, good chocolate or sweet lover. A feeling like nothing Charlie had ever experience before in her entire life. A small, whimpering moan filled the quiet around them, a sound that told of it's owners distant intoxication.
She didn't feel any faze as the quivering beats of her heart grew more and more intense as the muscle tried to compensate for the lack of blood circulating through her system. Her chest started to burn like she was on fire and the lack of oxygen made her breaths come more and more quickly as her body struggled fruitless to hold onto some form of life. The internal struggle of her body systems, however, was lost to the woman who was so far gone in her own rhapsody to care that she was dying, slowly and painfully. The burning sensation trailed down her arms to her fingers, that were wrapped in Mila's hair, bringing with it a feeling of numbness. Her arms went slack with the rest of her body as slowly and surely consciousness slipped from between her euphoric grasp and finally eluded her.
She was dropped into a dark cavern so deep that there was absolutely no way she could claw herself back out. Her heart, which moments ago had beat in a furious attempt to save her, now thumped at a slow pace. Thud. Pause. Thud. Pause. Thud. Like the slow sound of a war drum being beating as the savage battle continued below. Despite the inevitable pain in her chest, the weakness of her limbs and the mess of confusion running around inside her skull, Char still hung on to that desirable feeling that made her nerves quake and her eyes water. That is until her body went cold. She was left feeling empty and fearful as the last wisp of euphoria faded away like a feather in the wind. With nothing left to hold her to this world, Charlie slipped fully into the darkness.
She couldn't tell time. Had it been seconds? Minutes? Hours? Years? She didn't know, all she knew was the darkness and the desolation. That is until something cold pressed against her chest, something firm and real that startled her suddenly from the place of woe that she now inhabited. Something was making a noise, a sound she couldn't quite make sense of...
“Charlie..”
That was her name.
“Charlie, can you hear me?”
Yes, yes! She tried to answer but found that her tongue was thick inside her mouth, swollen twice it's size. She tried to grasp some kind of word, tried to make the letters form, yet all that she could manage was a weak noise that whispered through the room and could have been a figment of someones imagination just as much as it could have been reality.
“Char, open your eyes,”
Eyes. Open. She felt herself being pulled more and more into the grasp of tangibility. She could feel how weak her body was, how hard it was to breath and the slight flutter of a heartbeat that fought it's losing battle inside of her. Eyes. Open. That voice was right, she needed to open her eyes, something had just happened to her and she was dying and if she didn't open her eyes, didn't fight, she would soon be all the way gone and there would never be another chance for her to open her eyes, ever again.
“Please wake up,”
Her body was almost entirely present now, bringing with it pain. She was highly aware of the couch cushion squished underneath her, digging into her back uncomfortably, of the convulsion of her hands, the beat of her heart, and the weight of someone on top of her. What had happened? Why did she feel like every breath she took was more painful then the last? The last thing she could coherently remember was sitting close to Mila, very close to Mila. Charlie could remember the gentle kiss and that taste of Mila's lips against her own and then... then everything was a white hot blur of boundless pleasure that had lead her to here. The feel of fingers against her neck made her eyes flutter open slowly. She was still in a daze, still trying to think straight through the wave of different sensations that all stopped as her gaze caught something that froze her labouring heart.
Mila's lips. Mila's bloody lips.
If she could have, Charlie would've backed away, yet try as she might her weak body could hardly conjure the energy that allowed her to lift her body just slightly. Gasps, this time out of fear, escaped through her parted lips as she stared at the scarlet dripping down her roommates chin. With obvious effort, Char's hand fluttered towards her neck, which throbbed as if with it's own pulse, and touched the wet bite marks hesitantly. Tears made cheeks sodden and fear filled her chest. Every fibre of her being wanted to run, run as fast as she could. She settled for sinking back into the cushion, her hand now covering the wounded side of her neck forcefully and more tears filled her eyes as she choked and sputtered trying to say something. "W-what are you?"
She didn't feel any faze as the quivering beats of her heart grew more and more intense as the muscle tried to compensate for the lack of blood circulating through her system. Her chest started to burn like she was on fire and the lack of oxygen made her breaths come more and more quickly as her body struggled fruitless to hold onto some form of life. The internal struggle of her body systems, however, was lost to the woman who was so far gone in her own rhapsody to care that she was dying, slowly and painfully. The burning sensation trailed down her arms to her fingers, that were wrapped in Mila's hair, bringing with it a feeling of numbness. Her arms went slack with the rest of her body as slowly and surely consciousness slipped from between her euphoric grasp and finally eluded her.
She was dropped into a dark cavern so deep that there was absolutely no way she could claw herself back out. Her heart, which moments ago had beat in a furious attempt to save her, now thumped at a slow pace. Thud. Pause. Thud. Pause. Thud. Like the slow sound of a war drum being beating as the savage battle continued below. Despite the inevitable pain in her chest, the weakness of her limbs and the mess of confusion running around inside her skull, Char still hung on to that desirable feeling that made her nerves quake and her eyes water. That is until her body went cold. She was left feeling empty and fearful as the last wisp of euphoria faded away like a feather in the wind. With nothing left to hold her to this world, Charlie slipped fully into the darkness.
She couldn't tell time. Had it been seconds? Minutes? Hours? Years? She didn't know, all she knew was the darkness and the desolation. That is until something cold pressed against her chest, something firm and real that startled her suddenly from the place of woe that she now inhabited. Something was making a noise, a sound she couldn't quite make sense of...
“Charlie..”
That was her name.
“Charlie, can you hear me?”
Yes, yes! She tried to answer but found that her tongue was thick inside her mouth, swollen twice it's size. She tried to grasp some kind of word, tried to make the letters form, yet all that she could manage was a weak noise that whispered through the room and could have been a figment of someones imagination just as much as it could have been reality.
“Char, open your eyes,”
Eyes. Open. She felt herself being pulled more and more into the grasp of tangibility. She could feel how weak her body was, how hard it was to breath and the slight flutter of a heartbeat that fought it's losing battle inside of her. Eyes. Open. That voice was right, she needed to open her eyes, something had just happened to her and she was dying and if she didn't open her eyes, didn't fight, she would soon be all the way gone and there would never be another chance for her to open her eyes, ever again.
“Please wake up,”
Her body was almost entirely present now, bringing with it pain. She was highly aware of the couch cushion squished underneath her, digging into her back uncomfortably, of the convulsion of her hands, the beat of her heart, and the weight of someone on top of her. What had happened? Why did she feel like every breath she took was more painful then the last? The last thing she could coherently remember was sitting close to Mila, very close to Mila. Charlie could remember the gentle kiss and that taste of Mila's lips against her own and then... then everything was a white hot blur of boundless pleasure that had lead her to here. The feel of fingers against her neck made her eyes flutter open slowly. She was still in a daze, still trying to think straight through the wave of different sensations that all stopped as her gaze caught something that froze her labouring heart.
Mila's lips. Mila's bloody lips.
If she could have, Charlie would've backed away, yet try as she might her weak body could hardly conjure the energy that allowed her to lift her body just slightly. Gasps, this time out of fear, escaped through her parted lips as she stared at the scarlet dripping down her roommates chin. With obvious effort, Char's hand fluttered towards her neck, which throbbed as if with it's own pulse, and touched the wet bite marks hesitantly. Tears made cheeks sodden and fear filled her chest. Every fibre of her being wanted to run, run as fast as she could. She settled for sinking back into the cushion, her hand now covering the wounded side of her neck forcefully and more tears filled her eyes as she choked and sputtered trying to say something. "W-what are you?"
Holy shit, you're so busy! I only have one hard course this semester and then dance class and I think I'm always on the go. Doesn't that get really stressful? I'd probably have an anxiety attack to be honest. It'll be nice to get out then, I assume! And doesn't everything get better in the summer? *sigh* I have all of my summer clothes sitting happily in my closet and I can hear their haunting voices calling to me, okay maybe not really because that would be a little freaky but still. Bite-sized shifts? Haha! Anyways, that newspaper internship would be really cool! What would you be doing there?
It takes time for quality! :) Speaking of that post was really good and now I actually have a funny story for you... okay so today I found the word "euphoric" and thought it was super awesome and the most unusual word ever so I was like "I am using this in my post tonight I don't even care if it doesn't fit in anywhere I am using it" and then I was just reading yours and the first sentence said something with the word in it. Now my entire word-finding self esteem has been deflated and I am throwing my thesaurus across the room because it has failed me. XD
It takes time for quality! :) Speaking of that post was really good and now I actually have a funny story for you... okay so today I found the word "euphoric" and thought it was super awesome and the most unusual word ever so I was like "I am using this in my post tonight I don't even care if it doesn't fit in anywhere I am using it" and then I was just reading yours and the first sentence said something with the word in it. Now my entire word-finding self esteem has been deflated and I am throwing my thesaurus across the room because it has failed me. XD
Exactly, laying in bed and eating food is the new norm ;)
Ew, I can only imagine what it would feel like after working on your feet for a long time ): It must really suck. Do you have to work long shifts a lot?
I have Monday's off because my class that I use to take that day got moved, Tuesday, Wednesdays and Thursdays I dance 2ish hours and then Friday I can be at the studio anywhere between 2 and a half to 5 hours. The weekends depend but I'm usually there at some point, and sometimes I just go ad hang out there 'cause my house is boring. xD
Ew, I can only imagine what it would feel like after working on your feet for a long time ): It must really suck. Do you have to work long shifts a lot?
I have Monday's off because my class that I use to take that day got moved, Tuesday, Wednesdays and Thursdays I dance 2ish hours and then Friday I can be at the studio anywhere between 2 and a half to 5 hours. The weekends depend but I'm usually there at some point, and sometimes I just go ad hang out there 'cause my house is boring. xD
To be honest? Yes there is a lot that I could do to take care of my feet, but after a two and a half hour ballet class (which really isn't that much, but I work my ass of in ballet. One simple exercise and I'll be out of breath and sweating because I push my entire body instead of focusing on just the moves) I am way too lazy to do anything but lay in bed and eat food... which sounds really bad, but that is basically what I do with me life. XP
Trust me, I won't think you're a weirdo! Feel good movies are boring anyways. I might watch it tonight after I do some chores...
I'm sure your editing skills are great! But still, don't feel like you have to. (:
Trust me, I won't think you're a weirdo! Feel good movies are boring anyways. I might watch it tonight after I do some chores...
I'm sure your editing skills are great! But still, don't feel like you have to. (:
Uh, yeah we are! :p
The routine is pointe!
So yeah, it's a little bit rough on the feet. I'm sixteen and I'm starting to get freaking bunions, which I swear isn't as gross as it sounds. It's just because dancing on your toes like that puts a lot of stress on the bigger joint of the big toe and causes it to build up to compensate for the extra pressure. Plus all of my toes are ripped up, calloused and all of that nice stuff... it's not fun.
And, ahhh! I've never seen Black Swan, my friend told me it was too weird, but I actually really want to watch it 'cause weird is like my thing.
Holy, that sounds so cool! I can already tell how much you're interested in stuff like that based on how you explained it. Personally, I think the whole skin/muscle thing will be super neat and the whole idea of an elusive, cogitative approach sounds so cool! I would never be able to come up with something like that, it's just so deep and imaginative! Also, really? Haha, okay, I can't wait to see it :)
The routine is pointe!
Er, my feet don't look this good, js
And, ahhh! I've never seen Black Swan, my friend told me it was too weird, but I actually really want to watch it 'cause weird is like my thing.
Holy, that sounds so cool! I can already tell how much you're interested in stuff like that based on how you explained it. Personally, I think the whole skin/muscle thing will be super neat and the whole idea of an elusive, cogitative approach sounds so cool! I would never be able to come up with something like that, it's just so deep and imaginative! Also, really? Haha, okay, I can't wait to see it :)
Aww, yay!! Congratulations, that's so awesome XD So do you like have to put a crew together and get actors and do all of that stuff for this video? Or is it something that you'll be making using a computer program? Ooh, and what is it about?? That is actually the greatest thing, I'm happy for you!
I'm actually in a pretty good mood too, I learned tonight that I get featured in my pointe routine! Booyah! I'm in the front the entire time and then at the end everyone goes into a clump then another girl and I go to the front to do partner work, it's really great. Sadly, my toes don't agree with me so much on that one. DX
I'm actually in a pretty good mood too, I learned tonight that I get featured in my pointe routine! Booyah! I'm in the front the entire time and then at the end everyone goes into a clump then another girl and I go to the front to do partner work, it's really great. Sadly, my toes don't agree with me so much on that one. DX
No problem, I'm going to be really busy in the next coming weeks anyways so I won't be on as much either. :)
Hope your migraine gets better, blech those are bitches. Try soaking your hands and feet in warm water, it helps for me!
Hope your migraine gets better, blech those are bitches. Try soaking your hands and feet in warm water, it helps for me!
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