What About Now?

Okay...well, this is very awkward. The formatting's gone beserk. Let's hope these lyrics will stay standing strong.

What About Now - Chris Daughtry (Daughtry) (Thanks lyricsmania.com)

Shadows fill an empty heart

As love is fading,

From all the things that we are

But are not saying.

Can we see beyond the scars

And make it to the dawn?

Change the colors of the sky.

And open up to

The ways you made me feel alive,

The ways I loved you.

For all the things that never died,

To make it through the night,

Love will find you.

What about now?

What about today?

What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

What if our love never went away?

What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

Baby, before it's too late,

What about now?

The sun is breaking in your eyes

To start a new day.

This broken heart can still survive

With a touch of your grace.

Shadows fade into the light.

I am by your side,

Where love will find you.

What about now?

What about today?

What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

What if our love, it never went away?

What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

Baby, before it's too late,

What about now?

Now that we're here,

Now that we've come this far,

Just hold on.

There is nothing to fear,

For I am right beside you.

For all my life, I am yours.

What about now?

What about today?

What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

What if our love never went away?

What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

Baby, before it's too late,

Baby, before it's too late,

Baby, before it's too late,

What about now?

Okay! Never trust htmls...what? What did you say? I didn't say anything. Right. Yeah. Alright. Okay.

Anyways! I have a multidude...er...multitude of topics to discuss with you today!

First off,

Baby, before it's *burp* too late

Have you ever thoughten (my new word) what happens when singers are singing onstage to the whole world and then they need to burp?
How embarrassing! I was singing earlier, although I sing horribly. That is why my door is always closed. But I am sure my screechy cat stuck in a lawn mower...well, maybe it's not bad. I am being honest! Whatever. My booming voice could be heard anyways. When suddenly, I needed to burp real bad. Oh, goodness! I kept on singing, though, because I am a survivor. Just like Reba! I haven't heard from her in a long time. Hopefully, she is still surviving. That would be wildly funny if, in American Idol, perhaps, a contestant just burped. Oh, the anguish! But let's not delve into saddening topics such as this. Let us go on to my next idea.

Saying Thank You, Ma'am. Oh dear, you're a guy? Well, for goodness sakes, cut your hair!

Yes, saying thank you. But not exactly like that up there ^. I have had trouble saying thank you, preferring to nod. I don't exactly know why I don't like saying thank you. Maybe because so little people have shown any appreciation to me, I don't feel the need to show any appreciation to them. But now I have blossomed and am starting to say thank you a lot more. Like, thank you for the water. Or, thank you for buying me candy. Or, thank you for getting Beethoven the Bear out of the toilet. It really feels good, well, not really. When I say thank you, I don't feel as inferior as I used to. But thank you is apparently supposed to be good manners. So today, I challenge you to say thank you to somebody. Whether it be for them sharing their umbrella with you or the simple things like taking a teddy bear out of the toilet. We all can do wonders in this world if we just stay true to...you thought I was going to say 'ourselves' didn't you! Well, no! I am not even truthful with myself sometimes. But back to topic, if we just stay true to others and maybe, just maybe you will be recognized for something that you did. I haven't yet, but my time will come. Hopefully on May, 15.

Forks, Washington. Home of Edward Cullen and Peter Smith, although you haven't ever heard of him.

Ever since Stephenie Meyer put Forks as her setting for Twilight, I am sure there are hyped up teenagers, lining up to go to Forks, hoping to get their own vampire. Preferably Edward Cullen and not Peter Smith, the bagger at FoodsRUs. If there was ever a line graph on the population of Forks, Washington, I am sure that that population has doubled. I, myself, would hate to live there. I have looked it up on google pictures, and the forests are extremely creepy. I would hate to be stuck there with a vampire. Whoever would find my body? Quick Fact, Stephenie Meyer wanted to call Twilight, Forks. Yes, I know. It's a good thing she didn't. And one of the characters (maybe Jasper or someone...I forget) she wanted to name Donald. Donald is hardly a dashing vampire name, it keeps reminding me of Donald the Duck. As we are now in the topic of Twilight, do you know Kanye West has around 450 shoes?

Keep Your Blog Short

Well, I certainly haven't done that, now have I? My scroll bar is so tiny, my cursor cannot even click on it. I read on authorblog that when the the blogger of that blog, david mcsomething, was interviewing some other blogger named Pappy something, this is somewhat what Pappy said -

Keep your blog short.

Oops. I suppose I haven't exactly done that, now have I?
Oh well! I cannot keep all my ideas as separated, I shall certainly for sure blow up! Just one idea every day? The likes of it! I have too many ideas for half an eternity, there is no way and there is not a possible way I could ever keep my blog short. So if you really are out there, reading this, I am truly sorry for all this informtion I have packed on you! I have half a mind to change this blog name to Expressive Views, which I will not because V Blase sounds much more sophisticated. Anyways, if all the blogs were short and my blog was the longest, my blog would be unique. Ah, well. Uniqueness comes with a price, and I'm afraid you have to put up with all of my random rantings. If I were you, I would have taken one look at this blog and then ditched it because it was so d*mn (=O) long. But I do not recommend that. Please don't leave, or I will be talking to myself yet again, and that is a river I would much like to avoid.

My Water is Not Exactly Clean

Now on to more lighthearted topics, yes, I do believe my water is not exactly clean. I remember once in school that my teacher said the water that comes from, wherever does my water come from? Well, wherever it comes from, it goes underground and passes through Sandstone! Or was it limestone? One of those!
So every time you are brushing your teeth, taking a bath, or washing that unending pile of dishes, you remember the water you are using has touched sand/lime stone and other things that may have wormed its way through the stone.

Edward Cullen or Harry Potter? The winner revealed...

I am extremely disappointed in you, friend. Only one person had voted. So the winner is now to be revealed to everybody, based on this one person's opinion.

And the winner is...*drumroll please*...after the break!
Mua ha. Mua, ha, ha, ha.

*It's time for movies on demand...*

*...Five-dollar-foot-long...*
*Those are my minutes!*

*Can you hear me now?*

*Double your pleasure...double your fun...it's the right one, the Doublemint gum*

*F-R-E-E that spells Free*

*Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there*

*1-800-588-2300 Empire*

*For the best car insurance rates in town call 1-800 General now!*

Welcome back to, The Battle of the Books. Here in one corner we have Edward Cullen, ready to bite your way into eternity. In the next corner, we have Harry Potter who has a very fashionable stick and broom! Alright, folks. And the winner is...

*opens card slowly*
*audience fidgets in anticipation*

The winner of The Battle of the Books is...Snape!...Snape?

*Snape enters boxing ring and begins singing*

"Snape, Snape...Severus Snape."

That's this weeks, The Battle of the Books. Tune in next time!

Neglecting

This is my last idea for today, since I will try and make this as short as possible.

I have neglected a lot of stuff. Such as this blog and Beethoven the Bear, whom I have on my lap right now because I feel so guilty. My Science Fair Experiment I am not so fond of, and I do not have the tri-fold cardboard on my lap. How silly, it would block my view of the computer screen! But I have to get writing my Science Fair Experiment the procedure, hypothesis and type it up and print it out. But I am so lazy! Do I have to do this!? It is due on Thursday. I am not so optimistic on it. Grrr...My tri-fold cardboard is a blankless white, begging for science graphs and scientific words on it! But, no! We shall not give them the satisfaction. No, no, no. You remember that. HOLY MOOOOOOOOOSSSEEE!!!!!!!!

Okay, let me explain my random outburst.

On the radio, they keep playing a sample of Coldplay's song - Viva La Vida, my current favorite song, apparently they are going on tour. So when I heard the beginning of the song, I was like, "Eh, it's just another samle." But it wasn't! It was the whole song! I jumped for joy and began dancing, not caring if my neighbors could see me! Which I hope they haven't since I can dance just as good as I can sing. That is why. It was not a cry for sorrow, it was a cry for joy.

Let me leave you with another quote.

After the Break,

V Bored

"Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit."

-Hosea Ballou

(Thanks to quotegarden.com for all the quotes!)

Where did you go?

Hello, friends....enemies...humans...I hope...

Here is a song to get us started:

Holiday - Hilary Duff (lyrics courtesy of metrolyrics.com)

I remember summers, you & me lasting forever

Holidays come & we'd never, never ever be apart

I remember spending, all of my time, every minute

The two of us we had our own rhythm, intune with the beat of my heart

Now in the summer (I miss you) & in the winter (I miss you)

It don't matter (what I do) Since you went away, since you went away

Now in the summer (I miss you) & in the winter (I miss you)

It don't matter what I do It don't matter what I say you left it

You took a holiday from us

Took a trip & left your love If your heart went down forever

You should have told me where it was

You took a holiday from me

I guess you needed to be free

Would have loved you with no measure & now you got me asking

Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) did you go? (where did you go huh?)

Where did my heart go?

You took a holiday

Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) did you go?

Why did you leave?

This ain't no holiday for me

Walkin', watching you leave there's no talking

Back on my own it's so shocking, guess forever was just a dream

I think we could have made it, but our history now is fading

My image of the future is changing & baby damn that thing called destiny, got the best of me

Now in the summer (I miss you) & in the winter (I miss you) It don't matter what I do It don't matter what I say you left it

You took a holiday from us

Took a trip & left your love

If your heart went down forever

You should have told me where it was

You took a holiday from me

I guess you needed to be free

Would have loved you with no measure & now you got me asking Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) did you go? (where did you go huh?)

Where did my heart go? You took a holiday Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) did you go?

Why did you leave?

This ain't no holiday for me

If I could take a step back, make it turn out different I would hide those bags, and I’d tear that ticket

Never thought you and me would be done in a minute

Now I’m making new plans and you’re just not in it

If I could take a step back, make it turn out different I would hide those bags, and I’d tear that ticket

Never thought you and me would be done in a minute

Now I’m making new plans and you’re just not in it (Where did you go?)

You took a Holiday from us

Took a trip and left your love If your heart went down forever

Should’ve told me where it was

You took a Holiday from me I guess you needed to be free

Would have loved you with no measure

And now you got me asking Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?)

Where did my heart go?

You take a Holiday Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Why did you leave?

This ain’t a Holiday for me

That has been the song stuck in my head these past few days. But let's talk about more meaningful topics...

ABNA, also known as Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award.

I joined. My views are basically you have the same chance entering this contest as you do if you sent your MS to an agent. Actually, you have a better chance, because Penguin might even like your book and publish it, the contract isn't just for the grand prize winner!

I don't see harm in entering. Sure, idea theives might steal your idea, but if your story is really good and original, then you should have no problelm sending it to another publisher if you don't win.

That's another thing - if you don't win. You can always send your book to another publisher! It's not like you signed a contract with the dude downstairs and have to stick with him forever. And if you don't win, it's not like your going to die. Maybe your hopes would be diminished, but you should know by now that not everything in life is fair. That is why I am such a pessimist someimes - it's easier just to think bad things are going to happen so when they do it's not so disappointing. And if you do win, then that would be a wonderful surprise!
If you don't want to join, well, that's your decision. I'm just telling you, if you have a chance at getting your book published, then you have a chance at winning.

Writing a pitch is just like writing a query. If anything, you can only get better.

Me, I just want to see if I'm good enough to make it through the first stage. Still waiting impatiently for the email on March 16. I'll tell you the news.

Otherwise, let's go on to other topics.

Brisingr

I love this book. I am only on page...*checks book*...220. But I think that Christopher Paolini is an amazing story teller and I noticed he enjoys the use of similes. I haven't finished it, but I think that I prefer Eldest so far. Much more exciting. Eragon's relationship with Arya reminds me of Bella's relationship with Edward. Because Edward and Arya are both very old but in young form.

Which brings us to my poll.

Edward Cullen vs Harry Potter.

Let's view the pros and cons.

Edward Cullen.

Pros - Very handsome. Can save you from ultimate danger.

Cons - May crush you and is prone to bite pillows

Harry Potter

Pros - Can save you from the evil Voldemort. What? He's already dead? Then why's Harry good? Oh, yes. Potter has good character. Have to admire that character...

Cons - Can kill you with a stick if angered

Okay, that's my report. Please vote on the poll that is supposed to be on the left. If not, then we'd have to sadly assume it got eaten my Domo-Kun...

Poetry

Do you know what really irks me?

When people try to critique, evaluate poetry.

Poetry is not written to be evaulated, it is written to express poet's thoughts. You cannot critique a poem that the poet wrote, because that is the poet's own work. This just maddens me endlessly while at school we read poems and have to answer questions about them and try to find the 'meaning'. Maybe there is no meaning? Ever thought of that?

Science Fair Project

For my Science Fair experiment I have to drop a bunch of liquids from an eyedropper. Very interesting, I know. Then I have to create a graph out of Microsoft Excel, which I must admit I think hates me, that is not cooperating and transfer my hypothesis and steps and data and whatnot onto this huge cardboard in which I have no clue what the name is. Tri-fold, you say? I knew that...

Obviously I am dreading this experiment, although I have started. My first two liquids - water and soapy water. Brilliant, for I am brilliant, naturally. Someone, not saying names, suggested using pee as another liquid. No thank you. I would much prefer sticking with my four orginial liquids - water, soapy water, gasoline (it seems to be cheaper this day, but the prices are steadily rising up), and olive oil. Someone else, anon, suggested the use of mecury. I don't think he/she knows that that can possibly kill me. Maybe that is their intention. I think I need to have a long talk with this someone.

Auditions

I have to audtition for this school (I am not telling you what kind of school it is, stalker) in which I have to perform some kind of art. I cannot dance, I cannot sing. But I can act, (No, I did not take the cookie out of the cookie jar. The talking cookie jar in the shape of cookie monster must be lying). I am a writer, but my parents want me to play the piano, which I guess is some kind of art. I am practicing (oh dear, I must have forgotten how to spell that word. Wait, dictionary said I got it correct. Of course I did! I am a writer!) two songs - Moonlight by Ludwig Van Beethoven (funny name. Ludwig. I think I will name my child that. KIDDING! Oh, how I am kidding) and Hava Nagila, which according to my piano book is written by 'Traditional'. I am sorely afraid I do not know who traditional is. What is that? It is a traditional song. Well, why couldn't they say that in the first place! Goodness, the complications we make for ourselves. Wish me luck. The audition is on March 17, a day after I get the results for ABNA. I am sure to mess up, for every time I imagine mean judges watching me, my hands get sweaty and I press the wrong key. Woe is me, I will have to chalk my hands before performing. Oh dear, what a mess.

Beethoven the Bear

Yes, I have received a teddy bear on Thursday from a mysterious someone who we will not name. Let me describe the bear -

It is white, and some of the fur seems like it got cut off in a pattern, looking like an all-white checkerboard.

He has black eyes, black nose, black mouth. The soles of his feet are red and he wears a red ribbon on his neck. The left side of his face is flat, I think from the way he was placed in the shoebox. I believe that he was bought from the 99cent store, but it is the thought the counts.

Now that you have a clear picture of Beethoven, I can tell you my many adventures with him in three days. Okay, I did not have any adventures to tell so I won't say anything. He just sleeps by me in bed. Do you do that? I have over 5 Build-A-Bears. They used to sleep with me, but then we sadly realized there was no such room for a human and over 5 Build-A-Bears so they are content with sleeping/sitting at the foot of my bed. Such a terrible nuisance, that was. When I was little, I went out of my way to make my bears comfortable on my bed. Now I know better. My back hurts. But having one bear is enough, thank you very much.

The Weather

The weather is such a lovely topic to talk about, for you have no fear of offending someone. Weather and health, although health is more risky. The weather is windy. The weather is dark. The weather is gloomy. The weather is dark. What do you mean I already said dark? Then what else rhymes with dark? Hark? Park? Shark? Oh yes, I am sure the weather is shark. You get the picture. Last night the wind was banging on my windows and the rain was pelting the roof. I was afraid my bedroom was going to be blown away, and I with it. But it was a nice thought. Maybe I would end up where, where did Dorothy end up? Oz? Never mind. I do not want to meet the scarecrow. He creeps me out. When I woke up, the wind was still roaring. I heard a plane's propeller. Then I heard a crash. I opened the blinds. But I did not see a devastated plane. Oh, well. It would have made for an interesting story.

Death

You know that plane that crashed in the Hudson river? Oh, wait, never mind. I answered my own question right now. My question was this - Why was it such a big deal that everyone survived the plane crash? And why was it that the other plane that crashed, killing around 49 people, I believe, wasn't such a big deal?
The answer was obvious - The people in the plane in the Hudson River should have died, but didn't. It is a sad thing, though, people are dying every minute. Babies are being born every second. We are much too overpopulated, I wish we could go to Mars already, but I read a story in the Seventh Grade about people going to Mars and the morphed into...aliens.

David Cook

I am listening to Light On - David Cook. He rocks. That's all I have to say.

My back really hurts, so I have to leave you now. Comment if you must, but beware because I hear that Voldemort has died. Yes, he is still a threat even though he is dead. How? I don't know! You are extremely hard to talk to, you know that? You do? are you just trying to make this difficult for me?

Oh, two more things.

British Accents

Whenever I am writing, I write as if I have a British Accent. And when I talk to myself (don't look at me that way, you know you do that too) I talk to me in a British Accent? Is this normal? There's this thing I heard, I forgot the name, where you wake up with a totally different language. I wish I would wake up with French. I have been trying to learn it with Rosetta Stone, but I am (what's the word?!) limited to only a few words. I can say, egg in french. Oh, no. I forgot. Okay, I can say...milk in French. It is, du lait (pronounced Doo-Lay). And Five in French is Cinq (pronounced SANK). Yes, it is not Rosetta's fault, it is mine, because I simply do not have the time to do it.

I forgot what I was going to say.

Sorry, but it's true. Grr.

Let me leave you with a random picture!

I have to think up a phrase that I will be known for. Like Ryan Seacrest's (is that how you spell it?) 'After the break'. Everyone stole that from him. That's why I look down my nose (is that the correct phrase? It doesn't seem quite right...) on other stations that copy that. Get your own! ACK!!!! The pictures just messed up the whole layout! GR. Now the pictures are on the top. Sorry about that. >=[

After the Break,

V Bored (also known in other blogs as 'So What')

*trys to fix layout hurriedly*

*title disappears*

*computer crashes*

*bangs computer hard with hammer*

*press on button*

*computer not responding*

*put mouth to USB port*

*Breath heavily*

*Computer reboots*

*paper clip asking if I need help*

*forgets password*

*hacks into own computer*

*funny smelling steam emitting from keyboard*

*house goes on fire*

*runs out the door with pajamas*

*curses pictures*

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