Sorry

OK, I know I haven't posted on here in a few days. I'm sorry. I have been thinking a lot and not really wanting to type it all down. Not all of it has made much sense.
I have started reading Twilight, finally, and I love it. I started reading it after11pm last night and got halfway through it before 3 am.
I haven't been sleeping well. Its like my body doesn't want to sleep, or eat for that matter. The one thing my body will even want to eat right now is ice cream, which reminds me, I'm gonna go get some right now.

OK, I am at Halley's. I just ate Ice cream and I am kinda baord. I have Headdress Clinic tonight again, oh joy. (XP)

All Played Out

OK, today I had my sight reading thing up at the local High school. It was pretty tough, not exactly the music, but the standing up for so long and holding my instrument, and some of the notes seemed pretty high to me. But I got through it. I am dog tired though, and the only reason why I'm awake right now is because I am hungry ~GRRR!~ (<-- that is my belly)
Tomorrow I have to go to the headdress Clinic again, but I don't have practice Thursday. So thats good. I have until after the 4th of July to brush up on what we played. I am determined to have it done.

Gone

Kristen broke up with me, I think it was a little after 2pm.
I still love her, and she says that she loves me. But I'm just not sure.
I still want to prove to her father that I love her, but I don't know how.
She is listening to her father more than she is listening to her heart, I think anyway.
I think that she wants to keep her promise to her father, but I really want to prove to them both that I want to be the one to be hers, I want to grow old with her.
I want the world to see our love, I want him to see it, I want her to breath it in, I want to touch it.
My tremors are back in my hand worse than ever.

Marching Band

http://stylemarchers.org/Photos/2006/Misc%20Football%20Season%20Photos/slides/P1070653.html
I am making a headdress like one of these. Its gonna take me awhile to do it too. It costs $110! And I am only gonna be using it for one year. I know marching band is gonna be difficult too. This week the practices are from 5:30pm-7:30pm, and next week they are gonna be from 5pm-9pm. Its gonna be murder. But I love music, and just because I hate marching season doesn't mean I should quit. So I wont, but I am only gonna be going to this school for one year.

Letters

You know, I am totally, completely, definetly, madly in love with Kristen. Regardless what anybody else says she is the most beautiful gurl I have ever met. TO be honest I don't know what she sees in me, but I am happy she does, and I know that I am more than lucky to be hers.
Could you do me a favor? Next time you talk to her dad or something, can you see if he s me? I have a feeling he does, and if he doesn't, can you see what I could possibly do to convince him how I feel about Kristen? If that means me singing lines from Romeo and Juliet I'll do it. If that means me being dangled upside down from 14 stories up with a gun to my head, so be it. If that means me being put in a room wit a pack of Chihuahua's.... OK, I'll pass on that one- NO, I'll do it!

And now I'm getting really corny with this. Do you understand how I feel about her now? Believe it or not, but when I saw her at Shipwreck Isl. I couldn't breath. She was just so beautiful, and when we left the park, and I was on the bus (OK, a few minutes before that) I realized that I was in love with her. I actually cried on that bus ride back to Meigs. I felt like I could have cried in front of New York City and I wouldn't be ashamed why I was crying.

Please, don't make fun of me for that. I just had to say it.

This is a message that I sent to my friend Haily a few days ago. This how I feel, and I still feel. Even if she does something that most people would see as unforgivable I couldn't be angry with her, let alone hate her. If she ever reads this I want her to know that I love her.

Have you Ever......

Have you ever loved someone so much that it didn't matter what they did, you still loved them? That you couldn't get mad at them, let alone hate them? Have you ever experienced a time when the only thing you feared were those 4 simple words "We need to talk." and you couldn't say why?

Being in love like this realy brings out that old saying, "Love is blind." Ain't it the truth?
I got those 4 words yesterday in an e-mail that I just opened this morning. I saw those 4 words and my heart skipped a beat. I didn't know I could be so scarred just from those 4 words. I can't help it, its a fear that grips me now more than anything else.

I know that I still love Kristen, even if she breaks up with me, I can't help but love her. If she does, I don't know that I can be angry with her, let alone hate her. I don't know what I have done, but if its me, even if there doesn't seem to be a logical reason, I can't blame her.

I love her, and I can't be angry with her. I can't blame her for anything.

Book post 1

A car accident. The bright lights of an ambulance. Scattered memories of his past. These are the only things that Brian can remember. He is part of a group of illegal experiments made by the government. They have been fused with the DNA of other beings, not all of which can be found so easily. Most of them were captured at a young age, years of experiments changing their appearance entirely. They are stuck in giant liquid filled tubes, forced to do what ever these evil scientists want them to do.
But after a child genius, Christian, joins the team researching them Things begin to change. He is strict and cruel to them during testing hours, but when the only lights on is from the tubes the truth escapes. Brian is forced to trust Christian and the other experiments when his dream to be set free is given to him. But there is a catch. They must take Christian to another group of runaway experiments that dwell in the sewers of New York. The journey from L.A. won't be easy, having to travel by night and avoid the scientists during the day light hours. But when they get there, their dream to be free may not be what they had always thought it was. When Brian suddenly starts showing signs of being an experiment as well Brian is forced to make a choice. Join the scientists, or this unknown group of experiments that has even more enigmatic plans.

Characters:
Brian: He is 15 years old when Christian sets him free, or so the Scientists estimate. He is fused the DNA of an owl, a spider-monkey, and a vampire.
Christian: He is 12 years old, but smarter than his age lets on. He is human, but is there more in his DNA than even he knows?
Kacey: She is estimated to be 15 years old. Her DNA was human before the fused it with a Phoenix, a panther, and a Chinchilla.
Bo: He is estimated to be 19 years old. He had no name when they woke him from his tube, and his powers are by far the strongest. His blood runs with dragons, wolfs, and a Fox.
Elizabeth: She a 16 year old with the blood of a house cat and dolphin in her DNA.
Zane: He is the youngest of the experiments, estimated to be only 10 years old. His only other DNA besides human is that of a monkey, like Brian.

More to come.

Tribute to Tamora Pierce

OK, this is a fantastic author, Tamora Pierce is just amazing. Last night, well this morning rather, I finished her latest book Beka Cooper Terrier at 1 am my time. I have read some other books by her, nearly all of the Protector of the Small, Song of the lioness (book 1 of 4 only, so far), Immortals (again, only book 1), and her Circle of Magic series. I really like her writing, it's just amazing. It all started when I read the 3rd book of Protector of the Small, I thought it was such an amzing book then found it was the 3rd book! I had to order the others through the library (renting only, I was flat broke and I still am) I was only ever able to read the first of all the others, but I got to read up to about halfway of Lady Knight, and I enjoyed it a lot.

But this book, Beka Cooper Terrier, is the best so far. It keeps you guessing right to the end. If you want to figure out everything before it happens in the book just pay close attention to everything, become a dog yourself as you read through it. Pay attention to all details, no matter how small or large.

A little About me

OK, I think I should tell yall a little about me.
I'm 14, I play the Trumpet, I love music, I play video games, computer games, I read manga, watch some anime, I read books of all kinds. I collect bottles of any kind, I like to cook and bake. I love writing more than anything, and one day I hope to get my work published.
I'm a guy, and most of my friends are girls. I don't know why, but I just seems to get along better with people that have the XX chromosome compared to the XY chromosome. I don't know why, it just works out that way.

The Story of Iron Man

OK, those of yall who know who the Iron Man is I want to get one thing straight. I am not talking about a Marvel Super Hero.
I am talking about one of my dear friends, Dakota Abernathy. I have been meaning to write a blog for him for awhile now, and never really knew any sites that I could do this. I am just lucky that I have some friends that finally got off their behinds and found me this site.

This is why we call Dakota Gray Abernathy the 'Iron Man'!

Dakota Abernathy was injured on one of those moon Jump type ride. You all know the one: The hook you to this harness, you run out as far as you can, and it pulls you back. Well, he and many other people wanted to try it. I am not sure if he had done it before but when he hit the bounce something went terribly wrong!
He had internal bleeding in his skull, his brain was swelling and the pressure was just too great.
He said that he was dizzy and got off the ride. He passed out after vomiting, with slight convulsions. He had to be rushed by Life Light to the Sacred Heart Hospital that was several hours away by car. If they had waited for an ambulance he wouldn't be alive today.

When he got to the Hospital they immediately performed and extensive surgery that lasted hours. Hardly anyone that hadn't been there knew of the until later
that evening (his family excluded), and when I found out i was in total shock.

Like I had learned from reading an entry in Readers Digest about Will Smith I went running. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, and I had been running for several months since my right hand developed tremors. My hand was shaking worse than it had in quite awhile, worse than it had when it started at the beginning of October, 2006.

Through the rain I was crying. Dakota and I had started out as rivals, nearly enemy's, because we both desired the affection of my now best friend Katrina. He had her, I wanted her. But even though I wanted to be hers I helped them out as best I could when ever their relationship got a little rocky, which may be what helped me and him to become friends. We become one of those friendships that just pushes both sides to the limit, with a cause that is eventually forgotten, but the truth still remains that we pushed each other to our limits.

Thank you Mr. Paul Harris for not stepping between us and stopping those slug fests in Jazz Band.

Anyway, after the incident I went running. I was crying in the rain and I went over to Katrina's (only 6 blocks form my house) but she wasn't home. I went over to my friend Michael, and told him what had happened. He told me it would be alright, and although I didn't truly believe him I tried to calm myself.

The next day I just ran. I ran for 7 hours straight, I needed to do something, but I couldn't come up with anything.

Monday came and I went to school, half expecting to see him in 4th period Symphonic band. No Dakota. I found out that he was in a Coma the day before, the chances of him surviving, even after the surgery was unlikely at best. He had about a 14% chance of survival, even less with out mental or physical handicaps. I couldn't concentrate on anything at school. After I got home, my Kanstul Trumpet in hand, I walked down to the local convenient store (Kelly's Market) with a laminated poster and my friend Michael. We wrote on the sign this message:

"Please Help by Donating money for medical expenses for Dakota Abernathy/ He is a Meigs student that was critically injured Saturday."

It was a short message, and what really surprised us was the reaction of the community. I played for about 3 hours, barely taking brakes to take a sip of water. I played songs with out music sheets, I played what I felt. People from as far as 16 blocks away heard what I was doing and they came down to buy something at the store and to give us what ever they had left. I left about 6:30 PM that day, with over $100 in my trumpet case in change and bills as big as a $20.

The next morning the vice principle took my wallet and held on to it for the whole school day because he thought I was gonna spend the money on myself.

The next day with the help of Tania (flute player), Michael (still holding the sign and talking to people, telling them what happened), and Kristen (Violin player) we earned another $80!We were even interviewed by one of the local papers for what we were doing.
We could have made more but the owner of Kelly's came and told us we had to leave. I told her we had gotten permission from the people inside and that it was OK. She told me who I was and I said "OK, We'll leave." I started packing up my stuff, and just to make sure I didn't leave there with her too angry I told her what we were doing. Apparently this was not a wise thing to do. She came over, shouting at me and pushing me, making me stumble (and I couldn't help but notice there was lots of dirt under her longs nails). We left, some of us angrier than other (Kristen was so mad that she had pushed me, I was just noisily frustrated.) I had to go home and begin packing, otherwise I would have stayed to help them get more money.

The next day I went to school, half packed for the band trip that would last through the weekend. Kristen presented me with an envelope that had another $20 in it. I was so happy, in just 2 days we had earned over $200! That night after I got home I asked my mother if we could go see Dakota. She hesitated, wondering if it was a good idea for me to see Dakota if he was going to die, she didn't want me to see him hooked up to all those machines. But I pressed the issue and she finally agreed to take me. She suggested that I take my friend Michael too. I did of course, and when we got there is mother refused to see us. I was talking to his grand father about this, and I thought he was the Doctor, he just looks like one 0_o, anyway: She finally agreed to come out, and I could tell she had been crying. her eyes were still red and puffy, and I would see the drying tears on her cheeks. She gave me a hug and so did his grand mother when I presented the bag full of $200 and a new gold dollar. The gold Dollar was for Dakota. She was just so over whelmed and surprised by my actions. She knew me and Dakota had an antagonizing relationship. (especially since the night before I had gotten a tie-dye silk sheet and tied it around my head like a bandanna. He had told me I looked gay and I hugged him telling him he knew he liked it. He was pushing me off in a hurry, it was so fun! XD)
She knew that others at the school had raised over $1,500 in only 2 days by selling these homemade wristbands, just strings braided together in the colors of our middle school. Black, white, and Gold. I have one too. I haven't taken it off since I got it. I will never take it off until it breaks.
She took the money, after I argued with her over who should have it. She kept telling me I should keep it, I worked hard for it. I had to tell her I did work hard for it, but I worked hard to bring it to her too. When she took it me and Michael told her how we had acquired such a large amount so soon. She had seen the paper that day too. Me, Michael, Kristen, and Tania made the front page of the Locals. Only me and Michael were named, but the others were told as "Other students from Meigs". I had also made the new after someone called the channel 3 news crew and I was interviewed again. I told them my story, and that I didn't think I deserved as much credit as everyone thought I did, and that I believed that my friend, Michael, Tania, and Kristen, should get just as much credit or more. I couldn't say why, but it just felt wrong for me to get so much credit.

The band left for Gatlinburg, TN. We were there from Thursday to Sunday. We won the competition for him. His representative was a rubber duck with his name on it. it sat in his seat with a French horn. Everyone bought him something, me buying him a knew wrist band and a coin. I have yet to give him the coin, but I know Katrina has already given him the band. I have some other coins to give him now too, and another wrist band that used to belong to me.

They say that its a miracle that Dakota Gray Abernathy survived, and he is still recovering with little to no physical and mental handicaps. The doctors say those small handicaps will go away soon. I just hope that this time they are right. I am not sure if he is home yet, but he spent over 2 months away from home.
ON the band awards night they let him in, and everyone began to cry. But none more so than me and Katrina, his best friends. After that night he had to return to Atlanta for one last surgery. The surgery to get that missing piece of his skull put back in, the one that they had taken out to release the pressure in his brain.

This is the Story of Dakota Gray "Iron Man" Abernathy. My friend, my brother, my band. Even if he had not lived as so many had speculated he would still be living on in our hearts.

In tribute to Dakota Gray Abernathy. The "Iron Man".

Welcome =]

OK, I'm not used to writing a blog just yet, but I'm sure after I get some practice at it it will be a breeze in no time :D
But OK, lets start with some information about why I have this blog.
I am a writer, although I am only 14. I know, those of you who will actually read this are probably thinking, "How does a 14 year old come to think that he can be a writer and why? Isn't that a little... odd?" Well, let me tell you something, I am odd. I am pretty proud of being odd, which is what inspires me to write what I do. If you can't see things in a different way then others you generally are not considered odd. And having that different view is what makes me such an interesting writer (or so my friends say)
I want a way to let people know what I am doing and just who I am. I wont release information like where I live, my phone number, or even something so vague as to what school I go to (OK, I might give that out, but thats only because I like this school.)
Once I get the hang of this thing I'll post some pictures of me, hopefully yall don't think I look too bad. ;D