For some reason, I just can't stop listening to this song. Jessie J rocks!!!....

Keep making beautiful music. How many of you love to dance or sing? I like to sing. I also like to think I'm very good at it. I might be. I'm not bad, neither I'm I very good. When people first listen to this song they might think this is Katy Perry. Well it's not. This is Jessie J. The Alien sent to this earth to capture our minds with great music. And she can sing beautifully - if not better - live. Unlike some people. No offense Katy but seriously.... Who do you think will win if you and Jessie go up live.. That's right. It's not that that I don't like your music Katy. I just like it in a music video. Well actually a lot of time I don't watch the music video but you know what I mean.

If you don't believe me that Jessie J is a phenomenon live, watch this.

Yeah. I know. If that's not enough.. watch this.

She went to a subway station people. What other artist artist do that these days. And this is my take on Jessie J. She's an idol. Keep on dreaming. Keep in living.

Life, Love and Smiles.

I am so close to finishing Visions. How cool is that? One of the reasons I get closer, is because of that little voice in my head. It annoys me so much, sometimes I slap myself. Which then results in pain. I finally remember that there is no way I can hurt that voice without very well hurting myself. Sad, sad world we live in.

I am doing a collaboration project with this girl. She's an awesome person to talk to.

You know that life might not turn out the way you want it to. But somehow we find ways to keep going. Keep moving. And I hope we all find a way to do that. Weather from our friends or just from people we don't know. We have to keep going.

Right now, I have to go. Writing to the rescue! My brain just won't leave me alone. *Sigh* Today's gonna be a day.

Cool's school

School is in! Ugh. Wow. This is like my shortest post. School's really draining me uh?

Words and more

I haven't posted in 15 days. For some reason whenever I'm about to write a number, I press the Caps Lock key. Yep. So I stopped writing Paranoia. Moving on to Visions. Why? I have a feeling you might not wanna read about it.

I think I found the perfect agent. She just has to answer. I haven't sent my Query letter yet though. In like 2 weeks when I might jut finish Visions. I feel really dedicated to this book. Hope it seriously works out. You wanna read the first chapter of Visions? Sorry but not right now. I have written the chapter. Just not showing it. Yet. I really have nothing more to write. Sorry. But entertain yourself with these pics.

 Don't they just look beautiful sucking face? I wonder when they're gonna stop. They've been at it for days. They're supposed to be Katniss and Peeta from the Hunger Games. You've never heard of the Hunger Games!?! Have you been living under a rock?

                This is just frozen. You can't make anything funny out of this.

 This is my house. Well I don't live in it. Nor do I own it. Can it still be my house? No? Party pooper.

 Just look at how they walk their talk. They look so beautiful. Don't you wish could just be them? I don't. Not right now. With all the problems and such. Have you never watched this show? Where the hell were you for the 21st century?! Well you're here, considering it's still that century. But seriously!?!

This is Cinna. From that Hunger Games book I told you about? Yes I told you about the book. Have you not been reading what I wrote? Then why are you here? Doesn't Cinna look dangerous. *Purrs* What? What did I do?

As I said there really is nothing to write.. That Funny Things to Ponder thing is really starting to get on my nerves.

Right now, Right here.

A lot of us have friends. I know I do. I have this friend Sofia. She's a good person. I think.

I do have a question. What extremes would you go to help a friend ignore a friend? If you don't get it, here's the explanation. The friend you are ignoring did something bad to the other friend. Yet you don't know what it is - this doesn't actually go with the question but let's pretend it does. Would you help the friend you are not ignoring even if she won't tell you the story or would you go to other extremes to protect the other friend? Or would you just drop out? Try to get them to reconcile? Lock them in a room or something put a camera there and refuse to let the out until they sort out their differences? That is a little extreme but anything for your friends right? They would be a little steamed at you of course.

Is it only me that like this wallpaper? I have to know.

These are the things that I wrote. Right now, Right here.

I will leave you with these..... Whatever you're gonna call 'em.

In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed through stupidity, here are some actual labels on consumer goods:
On a Sears hairdryer: Do not use while sleeping. ( that's the only time I have to work on my hair).
On a bag of Frito's! ..You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside. (the shoplifter special)?
On a bar of Dial soap: "Directions: Use like regular soap." (and that would be how?...)
On some Swanson frozen dinners: "Serving suggestion: Defrost." (but, it's "just" a suggestion).
On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom): "Do not turn upside down." (well...duh, a bit late, huh)!
On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding: "Product will be hot after heating." (...and you thought?...)
On packaging for a Rowenta iron: "Do not iron clothes on body." (but wouldn't this save me more time?)
On Boot's Children Cough Medicine: "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication." (We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head-colds off those forklifts.)
On Nytol Sleep Aid: "Warning: May cause drowsiness." (and.. .I'm taking this because?...)
On most brands of Christmas lights: "For indoor or outdoor use only." (as opposed to...what?)
On a Japanese food processor: "Not to be used for the other use." (now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious.)
On Sunsbury's peanuts: "Warning: contains nuts." (talk about a news flash)
On an American Airlines packet of nuts: "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts." (Step 3: maybe, uh...fly Delta?)
On a child's superman costume: "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly." (I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)
On a Swedish chainsaw: "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands." (...was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)

In which I cry or laugh or go crazy.

It's a new day in a new month. I figured new post! Yay! I think I'm going crazy. Are there signs to craziness? It's just that I don't feel myself. Which means not going crazy. I do however a lot of times now, feel the urge to slam my head or something or pull my hair out. Probably just the influence of the modern world. Cuckoo.

I can't find my journal. And I don't feel like pouring my secrets into this public blog. I don't think I pour my feelings into my journal. Everything is just fine and cozy. On a good point, yesterday I found out that Andrea Creamer lives in Minnesota. In Minneapolis. An author who actually lives in the area. And we went too the library. Yay!!

Right now my sis - the older one - is raving about buying some mascara and lipgloss for someone. Or is it her? I feel kinda antsy on edge. And not on the edge of glory. I also had the weirdest dream last night. Great now I'm practically telling the very limited amount of people who come across this blog things they don't even wanna hear about. Yay for weirdness.

I think I said yay way too much in this one post. There's a yay in every paragraph including this one. So this blog. I don't know how I feel about it I think I really don't know why I joined. See, I'm practically crazy. Why do I keep typing that? It's aggravating. I don't wish it on myself!

As anyone read Day of tears. It's a very inspirational, emotional book. I actually cried a little. Like I did at the end of the Harry Potter series. The book not the movie. Yea, I'm the kind of person that actually reads. I cried a little at The Series Of Misunfortunate events. Only a little. My tears dried quick.

I tried to start a review blog. I actually did. But then, well I guess I didn't wanna do it right then. I'm a good candidate to help though. I read books really fast. Did you know I finished Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows in less than 12hrs. Maybe even less than 11hrs. Pretty fast reader. Especially if there no disturbance.
                                                                                Wallowing,
                                                                                         Hannah.

Kat Fight

That's the name of the chapter I'm writing right now. But it won't have the name in the book. I like to put this little title's on the chapters before I start posting them into the document of the book. Like, Tea With A Hint Of Fear, or, Visite Du Camp. That's French. Or the one I just told you, Kat fight.

Today I got a letter from Dorrance Publishing. All the way from the U.k. I was of course smart enough to Google them. I just found out that they might be a scam. Like Author House. Why is it that pretty much the only publishers that are interested in me, are scam runners? It makes me so sad. I mean I' I just not cut out for the writing world? I can't think like that.

I still need to remove and add some things to The Immortal, but other than that I've moved on to Paranoia. It's sister book. Umm.

In Heaven

In case none of you know, I like to write y story from not only one prospective. Rose's is harder. To show you how much, I post a chapter in her prospective.

In Heaven

    Even in heaven we may not find a haven. For even there you find the very things you need to escape from. Though in  my early years may I have realized. Or may I just have needed a comfort away from comfort. I created  place. I found a place. I found, created solitude. In a cave. In a palace. In a world unknown to so many. In a world where no one sets expectations. In a place where I can be me. Even if through times I don't know who me is.

    My wings yearn and ache to come out. To taste the air. If for one last time. If for one more time. I let them free. For I cannot own what I already own. I might not find peace in this journey. I have time to set my mind. Yet not set a goal. I could see a glimpse of 20 years forward, yet it does not mean I know when it is to come or what is to cause it. And I might. Though consequences be dire.

    I sit for I have run a thousand miles, heard a thousand things, witnessed a million things, yet no one has offered me  a seat that won't leave me tied for eternity. I have no goal. I have a plan. It might be to live. It might be to love. It just might be to give up. My body has tired from the journey I had promised to take. The one I promised I would see through. Oh what hurt it has caused.

"And I remain right to your whereabouts."

"Aliana. Only you would know a secret."

"That's because I know where to find them. What exactly are you doing here at this godly hour. Didn't already pay us a visit? Something is wrong isn't there?" She sits in front of me. Legs crossed with her attention on the teacher. Ready for whatever story comes. Good or bad.

"I don't know. That might be the real problem. Everything is out of control and wrong these days. No matter where I turn it seems it's all wrong. Mocking."

"Is this because of William?"

"What do you take me for? A love sick angel?"

"Sometimes I don't even know you anymore." She stares at me and shakes her head. As if knowing I might take that the wrong way.

"What do you mean? I haven't changed. Not anymore that you don't know anyway." To be true. I was hurt. It was not my fault I wasn't able to be there all the time. We were closer than Lily and her friends had been.

"That might be the problem. The Rose I used to know would change most of the time. Even she would change her appearance," her eyes were no longer focused. They stopped at a color as if not with me anymore. As if remembering better times.

"She loved to fool people. She was lively. Would want to fit the times. Would even create her own time. She could cheer up the room. But ever since she took that assignment, she changed. She was stuck."

"I had no choice."

'Yes you did. He said think about it. Father made you promise you wouldn't die because of it. You broke your promise. No one ever begged you to take the job. You made a promise to me. You still broke it. You promised to keep it. You didn't. No one ever said you couldn't love. No one ever said you couldn't let it still happen. No one ever begged, or said you should do any of these things Rose. Yet you did them. So you had a choice. No one killed you but your self Rose. No one walked in your shoes except for whom you let. You're powerful. Use the power."

I stared at her. I was hurt, ashamed and angry at what she said. Angry at me mostly. I remember those times. I never begged to forget. I never wanted to forget. I vaguely remember the promise I made father.

                                                                          *  *  *

"I want you to make me a promise Rose."

I nodded. Though I was hardly listening. I was filled with thrill of what I was about to do. It may be a on and off thing but I still couldn't believe it. I never dreamed of this, though I had heard of it. It's supposed to be one of the biggest roles yet.

Father laid a shining hand on my shoulder.

"Be careful, my daughter. Do not lose yourself. Don't kill the spirit we know. Things change. You have my permission to live."

* * *

"I-I-I'm sorry."

"You don't hate me?"

"Why would I? You're the only person to tell me the truth."

"Good. For a second I thought you were going to blast me. So you do have father's permission to do what I'm thinking, right?"

"I'm sure so. He did say I had the permission too live. I also promise to keep my promise." I held out my pinkie.

Aliana stared at it. "It might not be the most modern thing, but I am not giving up blood for this."

"Welcome back Rose," she said before offering her pinkie.

Wowie!!!

I haven't been here for a while. Went to  this camp, supposed to help at this camp...... It's quite complicated. Not really. It's very hot here in Minnesota. I mean like extremely hot.

It's a shame I never get to meet any of the people I want to meet. I mean writers. *Sigh* Well same old same old with me. How 'bout you? I just manged to finish the first written chapter for the second book of The Immortal, Paranoia. Not that you care. There was just this absolutely amazing feeling from that. Kinda like a drug. That's not illegal.

It's not like anyone reads my blog. Or even follows me. So sometimes I wonder, 'Why write?' Then I think of my life ahead of me - actually I don't but that sounds so much cooler - and this might remind me of who I was and that I shouldn't change from that person. Who I'm I kidding? Surely not me. I'm not one of those crazed celebs.

Who else is kinda sad that Harry Potter ended. Again. I mean the book has already went screech. Even though I really don't watch the movies, it feels like I just read The Deathly Hallows again. Any's for anyone who reads this blog, besides myself, I bid you, Adios.

Phoenix.

A Phoenix is a mythical bird. In the legend, during it's death, it burst into flames. As a Phoenix dies, a new one rises from the ashes. A majestic bird, representing immortal life.

The aspect of the bird just amazes me. I don't know why.

Me, me and me.

Since this blog is all about me, why don't you know a bit about me. The "About Me" section doesn't say much.

I am originally from Nigeria. Came here three years ago. Well it will be three years in October. I went to Phalen Lake Elementary. I an currently going to Washington Middle. I LOVE to write and read. There is nothing I love more than to sit around in my jammies reading and listening to music.

Well okay. There might be somethings I love more. I have this best friend - who is kinda only my best friend because he is the one of the best friends of one of my best friends. Complicated I know. Anyway he makes this joke about doing this voodoo. It's not really funny after a while. In fact it might not be funny at all. Anyway maybe some Nigerians do it. But it's considered evil and I don't do it. Because do you really think I'll still be here? Stupid boys.

I wrote a book - as you should know and I have a facebook, twitter, blogspot, yahoo and other. Very social bee. Ummmm........

Yay!!!

I'm convinced one day it'll all happen. But that not the reason for this post.

I am obsessed with the number 5. It's mainly because I was born on the 5th day of the 5th month. And yesterday - well more today - I finished my book. I stayed up till like 4:30. Including how long it took for me to get to sleep. I finished the whole thing. It felt good. It  still feels good. Now I can start on the second book and my other ideas. Which are for six different books. Not counting the series if The Immortal.

I can also focus on finding a publisher. So I say to you universe. If you want me to stop raving about my books, find me a publisher. And an agent. Thank you very much universe. Aloha my problems. And Aloha world.


It's weird that they use the same word for hello and goodbye. But it'll have to do.


If I say it is then it is!
                             -Rose C

Happy 4th.

Happy 4th of July everybody. I have absolutely no plans except sit at home and work. Life is so hard.

Words.....

Might be posting too much too day. I have to go and write t 5:00 P.M. I smell something..... Not sure what it is. It's so sad to leave the Internet. *Sobs* "Don't go. Don't!"
You might not know this. A lot of the time I end up talking to myself. The person is already out of the room, and I'm still talking. Sad hen people look t you funny. That is why you must always wear a bluetooth. Or whatever it's called.
I have less than 7 minutes left. What can I do. For all ya that read this blog.  I know favorites quotes!

"You'll be 45 years old. Think about it. Time as gone by. And not because someone threw a clock out the window."
                                    -Kat C. The Immortal.

"Let me think about it."
"Really?"
"No."
          - You know who. (Not Harry Potter.)

Now time has gone by for me. 2 more min. Had to help someone with something. The Immortal is the book I'm writing. I will leave you with one more quote.

"Departing is such sweet sorrow."
                                        -Gnomeo & Juliet.

                                                               As the clock goes,
                                                                                    Hannah

For pete's sake.

Why must finding a publisher be SO hard. I am exhausted. Need more furl. I am aiming to finish the book by tomorrow afternoon. Which means finishing at least all of the remaining chapters. Editing somethings out, and staying up late. Like till 4:00 A.M. Which I've done before. Just not for something as exhausting. Wish me luck. Not that anyone is even reading this except for me. *Sigh*