Monday, January 5, 2009

Guess Who's Bizack?
So, I haven't written a blog since the Summer time. I could sit and tell you how I'm the busiest person in the world, but I'd be half way lying, so I'll just say I pretty much have been neglecting this thing. I always have so much to say, and yet saying it to no particular audience sometimes seems a bit difficult to me. Same with video blogging. I just can't be dedicated to it.

But that's beyond the point. Good thing is, I'm here now, in the new year of 2009 and I'm back to writing on this thing. Woot woot, yay for me! As I'm typing this, I keep stopping to take a bite of this spicy pickle that was SUPPOSE to go with my sandwich during my lunch this afternoon, but I fell asleep after completion of the sandwich. This whole "3 practices a day because classes haven't started and you don't have anything else to do" kick my coach is on is no bueno. I hate when people insert Spanish sayings into sentences written in a different language, but I just did it so wommp. Basically, I'm a very tired soul right now but I know good and well I won't be able to fall asleep until the wee hours of the night/morning considering I'm such a night person.

Anywhoo, my buddy Eric turned me on to a story he's been writing in his own blog. I've read his blog before and already had some type of appreciation for his writing abilities. Not everyone can write things that are worth reading, you know? Plus, I always get so much of his personality out of his posts. So I'm reading the story [late as hell might I add] and get to thinking "Hey, this story would be pretty cool if you got one of the other character's point of view."

And then, I got to work. I've tried to write my own "novels" probably 10 times in my life, but I can never stick with it. I either get uninterested in my own story, run out of things to write, or simply get tired of writing. But considering that I'd only be "adding on" to what was already written, I figured this wouldn't be too hard. Now let me be clear; I'm not trying to steal Eric's story in any way, shape, or form. The story is good and solid without my 2 cents. But considering that I am Kristen, I always want to add my own 2 cents anyway. Plus, I just thought it'd be something fun to do in between practices. I've linked Eric's blog so you can read the original story. It may help you to better understand what I'm writing, I guess. Hope you like it!

Link to Eric's Blog for the original story...
http://mydarkrecesses.blogspot.com/2008/12/kplr.html
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Part I

The constant ringing of the phone interrupted my sleep. Great, my dream of performing on the moon was ruined. Guess I shouldn’t eat Chinese food so close to calling it a night.

I could hear Eric’s terrible attempt at an Australian accent, although I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. He’s so cute when he does that. I looked at my cell phone remembering it had died the night before. Squinting my eyes to read the digital clock at my side I checked the time. Shit, 8am. Did I call Joey from the house phone last night? Smart move, Erin.

My thoughts were interrupted as Eric pushed me to floor, unaware that I was half awake anyway.

“What the fuck?”

So I guess my speculations were correct. Joey had called Eric’s house phone back and
now Eric was all extra nervous, telling me how I needed to get home and blah blah blah. To avoid the whole discussion of it all, I replied with a simple “Oh” and grabbed my things to get back home. How in the hell did I get myself in this situation? This is so not the Erin my mother raised.

I kissed him hard before I left. It reminded me of kisses Joey and I use to share all the time back when things were all good. I’m officially in too deep. Damn it.

5:09 PM

Monday, January 5, 2009

Well Ello There!

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