Post by Liss on Mar 9, 2007 0:02:42 GMT -5
OOC Name: Liss
Character Name: Sage Michulan
Gender: Female
Year: Sophomore
Age: 19
Major: Preformance Arts
Sample:
User ID: Renee_P92
Blogger Entry Number: 47
Dear Reader(s),
Do you ever take the time to look back on your life, and really think about the pros and cons of it right at that moment? Do you ever wonder how things might be now, if you had done anything differently? I did just that today, while I was at the local coffee shop. There I was, sitting at the back and sipping at my coffee[as usual],when I remembered something from a holiday I took with my parents one summer.
I was eight, and we were in the country for a stay with my grandmum and grandda, and I'd found a rabbit caught by its foot in a trap a little ways off into the woods that surround their house. I remember my running back to the houst and straight to my grandda to tell him off, and my mum got mad at me because I'd woken him up from his nap. And all for a rabbit, too. It was funny, when it popped into my mind...I mean, here I am at sixteen, and I'm laughing about something that happened when I was half that. Bloody crazy, right? Oh, you probably think by now that I'm raving, but I'm not really concerned with that. Those of you who check in well enough should know that. Those of you that don't, learn it.
Anyway, back to my ramblings. I wonder if, maybe I hadn't woken my grandda up, my mum would still have been mad at me for bursting through the door like I did...Well, while you ponder on this for a bit, I need to catch up on some sleep. School starts up again tomorrow. Can't wait to see everyone again..Night all.
Renee
End User Session-
Sighing quietly, Renee Peterson moved her cursor to the red 'x' in the top right corner of her screen and clicked. The blogger site she was on disappeared in a milisecond, and left nothing but a few scattered icons on a black desktop showing. She pushed her chair, wheeled of course, away from her desk and moved herself from it squishy, apholstered and very comfortable depths and sauntered over to her cool, even more comfortable bed. She lowered herself down onto the sheet-covered matress, letting another sigh issue from her quietly before glancing cautiously at the digital clock residing on her bedside table. Neon turquoise flashed the time at her like a warning sign - 1:34 am was what it read, shining at her mockingly. She groaned and buried her face into her hands.
So much for catching up on sleep.. I'm late again...
Oh so familiar, that line of thought. For the last week or so, that same thing had run through her mind every night before she went to sleep..Or was trying to, anyway. She hadn't done too well with that, though the cause for it was only her yearly start-of-term jitters. And you'd think she'd be over them by now, at nearly seventeen years old. If you did, then consider yourself unlucky. It seemed, well, more like felt, that they were worse this year. Then again, she was going to be a softmore. Ah, good ol' PBHS, otherwise knows as Port Byrne High. It'd be her third year there, and she couldn't wait. New teachers, new classes, and hopefully a new cafeteria menu. Heck, even a new crew of lunchladies would do. Joking aside, though, she didn't think that anyone had ever gone a summer without calling up a friend to ask when the next term would be starting up again. Well, maybe the jocks or one or two of the cheerleaders would have gladly gone without asking, but the truth was, no one really could. They all looked foreward to something happening during the school year. What those things were, though, she didn't know, nor did she care to. She wasn't one to pry unnessicarilly, as her friends knew(or had better know).
She smiled to herself as she pulled her hair out of the elastic band she'd had it in to keep it away from her face, letting the bright red locks fall to her shoulderblades, running a hand through them and slipping the band around her wrist. She sighed again, then turned her gaze from the clock to her bed.She crawled underneath and pulled the blanket over her shoulders, lowering her head down to her pillow. When she glanced at her clock next, it read one fourty-two. Then, there was nothing but blackness and the dull sound of music coming from her computer as she drifted off to sleep.
Beep, Beep, Beep, Be-. Ren slammed her hand down of her alarm clock, after a bit of searching for it over her nightstand, and groaned into her pillow. She raised her head to look around, and sunlight glared at her from window, nearly blinding her and leaving neon-coloured green and purple spots to float around behind her eyelids once she closed them. She wrinkled her nose in protest, blinking until the spots vanished. Shielding her eyes with one hand, she inched over to her window andlowered the curtains, then she looked around her room. It was still as she left it- An organised mess. She smirked to herself and threw her legs over the side of her bed, then proceeded to get dressed and the like. When she finished lacing up her shoes, none other than black Chuck Taylors', she checked her clock. Six fifteen. She'd showered, dressed, and gotten ready in thirty minutes, including hunting through her closet to find her outfit.
She now wore a grey t-shirt sporting an Austin Clothing Co. logo and the number thirty-eight on it, with striped green socks sewn onto the sleeves. She'd cut off the foot part and cut a hole for her thumb in both, to create mock arm-warmers. Her jeans, faded and dotted with cross-hatched holes and patched spots, were slightly loose on her, but not so much that they were anywhere near falling off, and you already know what her shoes are. Still looking down at her feet, she wriggled her toes and smiled, then looked around her room again. Band posters shouted out from their places the walls, Pictures of her friends lined the side of her mirror, hanging from it's place over her dresser. She walked to it and took one of the pictures down from the metal-bordered mirror and looked at it with a smile. The place where said picture was taken was at Port Byrne's annual winter festival, last year. They were standing infront of the town's coffee shop, and their usual hangout, The Fallen Angel. It was just before they'd all gone for the re-opening of the out-door skating rink in town, and they all had coffee on their upper lips.Renee laughed at this and put the picture back in it's place, tucked under the mirror's metal frame in the top left corner. She stared at it a moment more, then commenced on putting grey liner below her eyes, followed by lavender eyeshadow, then she put on a few gummi bracletsans went downstairs for breakfast. After that, it was off to the Angel to meet up with Chell and Wilder for coffee, then Homeroom, new teachers and class schedules would occupy their time from eight fifty to three fifty. Ah, life during school. It wasn't heaven, but it was pretty fun. There was always the battle of the bands to look forward to in a few months, and there were those five blissful minutes between classes where everyone was free to talk and joke around with one another. Ah, sweet freedom. Oh, and this year there were going to be these dances every month in the schools' auditorium. Those might be fun.
And here we enter a daydream. Though, the one she was currently lost in was, well, forbidden. Literally. And what's worse but that it was about one of her best friends. Said friend was Wilder Ryles, and she'd had a major crush on him since she was thirteen. Noone but herself knew, and that, it seemed, would never change. Not unless she could find out if he felt the same, and that meant talling someone. Her only choice there was Chell, of course. That's right, Chell, no throwing things at Ren..You gotta be her spy! Fun, yeah?
Renee snapped herself out of her daydream and walked into the Angel, her feet having taken her there without noticing it, ordered her normal cappuchino, and nabbed the regular table at the back to wait on her friends. She pulled her notebook from her back and opened it, going over a new set of lyrics she was working on and seeing whether she could add anything to them or not.
Character Name: Sage Michulan
Gender: Female
Year: Sophomore
Age: 19
Major: Preformance Arts
Sample:
User ID: Renee_P92
Blogger Entry Number: 47
Dear Reader(s),
Do you ever take the time to look back on your life, and really think about the pros and cons of it right at that moment? Do you ever wonder how things might be now, if you had done anything differently? I did just that today, while I was at the local coffee shop. There I was, sitting at the back and sipping at my coffee[as usual],when I remembered something from a holiday I took with my parents one summer.
I was eight, and we were in the country for a stay with my grandmum and grandda, and I'd found a rabbit caught by its foot in a trap a little ways off into the woods that surround their house. I remember my running back to the houst and straight to my grandda to tell him off, and my mum got mad at me because I'd woken him up from his nap. And all for a rabbit, too. It was funny, when it popped into my mind...I mean, here I am at sixteen, and I'm laughing about something that happened when I was half that. Bloody crazy, right? Oh, you probably think by now that I'm raving, but I'm not really concerned with that. Those of you who check in well enough should know that. Those of you that don't, learn it.
Anyway, back to my ramblings. I wonder if, maybe I hadn't woken my grandda up, my mum would still have been mad at me for bursting through the door like I did...Well, while you ponder on this for a bit, I need to catch up on some sleep. School starts up again tomorrow. Can't wait to see everyone again..Night all.
Renee
End User Session-
Sighing quietly, Renee Peterson moved her cursor to the red 'x' in the top right corner of her screen and clicked. The blogger site she was on disappeared in a milisecond, and left nothing but a few scattered icons on a black desktop showing. She pushed her chair, wheeled of course, away from her desk and moved herself from it squishy, apholstered and very comfortable depths and sauntered over to her cool, even more comfortable bed. She lowered herself down onto the sheet-covered matress, letting another sigh issue from her quietly before glancing cautiously at the digital clock residing on her bedside table. Neon turquoise flashed the time at her like a warning sign - 1:34 am was what it read, shining at her mockingly. She groaned and buried her face into her hands.
So much for catching up on sleep.. I'm late again...
Oh so familiar, that line of thought. For the last week or so, that same thing had run through her mind every night before she went to sleep..Or was trying to, anyway. She hadn't done too well with that, though the cause for it was only her yearly start-of-term jitters. And you'd think she'd be over them by now, at nearly seventeen years old. If you did, then consider yourself unlucky. It seemed, well, more like felt, that they were worse this year. Then again, she was going to be a softmore. Ah, good ol' PBHS, otherwise knows as Port Byrne High. It'd be her third year there, and she couldn't wait. New teachers, new classes, and hopefully a new cafeteria menu. Heck, even a new crew of lunchladies would do. Joking aside, though, she didn't think that anyone had ever gone a summer without calling up a friend to ask when the next term would be starting up again. Well, maybe the jocks or one or two of the cheerleaders would have gladly gone without asking, but the truth was, no one really could. They all looked foreward to something happening during the school year. What those things were, though, she didn't know, nor did she care to. She wasn't one to pry unnessicarilly, as her friends knew(or had better know).
She smiled to herself as she pulled her hair out of the elastic band she'd had it in to keep it away from her face, letting the bright red locks fall to her shoulderblades, running a hand through them and slipping the band around her wrist. She sighed again, then turned her gaze from the clock to her bed.She crawled underneath and pulled the blanket over her shoulders, lowering her head down to her pillow. When she glanced at her clock next, it read one fourty-two. Then, there was nothing but blackness and the dull sound of music coming from her computer as she drifted off to sleep.
Beep, Beep, Beep, Be-. Ren slammed her hand down of her alarm clock, after a bit of searching for it over her nightstand, and groaned into her pillow. She raised her head to look around, and sunlight glared at her from window, nearly blinding her and leaving neon-coloured green and purple spots to float around behind her eyelids once she closed them. She wrinkled her nose in protest, blinking until the spots vanished. Shielding her eyes with one hand, she inched over to her window andlowered the curtains, then she looked around her room. It was still as she left it- An organised mess. She smirked to herself and threw her legs over the side of her bed, then proceeded to get dressed and the like. When she finished lacing up her shoes, none other than black Chuck Taylors', she checked her clock. Six fifteen. She'd showered, dressed, and gotten ready in thirty minutes, including hunting through her closet to find her outfit.
She now wore a grey t-shirt sporting an Austin Clothing Co. logo and the number thirty-eight on it, with striped green socks sewn onto the sleeves. She'd cut off the foot part and cut a hole for her thumb in both, to create mock arm-warmers. Her jeans, faded and dotted with cross-hatched holes and patched spots, were slightly loose on her, but not so much that they were anywhere near falling off, and you already know what her shoes are. Still looking down at her feet, she wriggled her toes and smiled, then looked around her room again. Band posters shouted out from their places the walls, Pictures of her friends lined the side of her mirror, hanging from it's place over her dresser. She walked to it and took one of the pictures down from the metal-bordered mirror and looked at it with a smile. The place where said picture was taken was at Port Byrne's annual winter festival, last year. They were standing infront of the town's coffee shop, and their usual hangout, The Fallen Angel. It was just before they'd all gone for the re-opening of the out-door skating rink in town, and they all had coffee on their upper lips.Renee laughed at this and put the picture back in it's place, tucked under the mirror's metal frame in the top left corner. She stared at it a moment more, then commenced on putting grey liner below her eyes, followed by lavender eyeshadow, then she put on a few gummi bracletsans went downstairs for breakfast. After that, it was off to the Angel to meet up with Chell and Wilder for coffee, then Homeroom, new teachers and class schedules would occupy their time from eight fifty to three fifty. Ah, life during school. It wasn't heaven, but it was pretty fun. There was always the battle of the bands to look forward to in a few months, and there were those five blissful minutes between classes where everyone was free to talk and joke around with one another. Ah, sweet freedom. Oh, and this year there were going to be these dances every month in the schools' auditorium. Those might be fun.
And here we enter a daydream. Though, the one she was currently lost in was, well, forbidden. Literally. And what's worse but that it was about one of her best friends. Said friend was Wilder Ryles, and she'd had a major crush on him since she was thirteen. Noone but herself knew, and that, it seemed, would never change. Not unless she could find out if he felt the same, and that meant talling someone. Her only choice there was Chell, of course. That's right, Chell, no throwing things at Ren..You gotta be her spy! Fun, yeah?
Renee snapped herself out of her daydream and walked into the Angel, her feet having taken her there without noticing it, ordered her normal cappuchino, and nabbed the regular table at the back to wait on her friends. She pulled her notebook from her back and opened it, going over a new set of lyrics she was working on and seeing whether she could add anything to them or not.
