Plans

I hardly ever write on here but hopefully I can change that. Hopefully, I can change views as well. Next chance I get I'll post a link to here on my myspace page.
Anyways, I'll be giving an update on my current stories on here but I won't be actually posting the story. Sorry, I'm very peculiar about it. If you would like to read some just email me or contact me on myspace.
Update: I haven't wrote in like a week so this is slightly pointless. But I'm currently on Chapter 15 of 30. I hope that once homecoming is over I can get back on track. I guess I should probably give a brief summary of what the book is about.
First, its a teen story, yes I know slightly lame. This girl Callie moves to a new town and meets a guy, yes I know this is done a lot. But then once she starts to get to know him she notices something a little strange about him. As the story progresses Callie discovers Skylor's [the guy] secret. Things get crazy and exciting and only continue to escalate.
Anyways, I'll try to update more when I have something to update on. Oh, and the story is called Tempest. [No similarity to the Shakesperian play.]
later days.
-Taylor

It's been awhile...

I haven't been on here in forever but it is true that I have no internet at my house which totally sucks. I miss it. Anyways, school is very eh, right now. There is too much drama happening already and I am not back into the swing of things. I feel bored sitting here in my teacher's aide. I should probably do my math which I am behind on but this is better.

Update on Tempest, I am currently writing chapter 11 and the whole story is going amazing so far. I hope to be close to finishing by Christmas. I've recently met a woman who edits writer's stories and I have let her read some. She says that she thinks I have something and I hope she is right.

I plan on being a hecka lot more busy this year. I need a job. I want to do the RLC play [kinda.] I want to continue in the clubs I was in and maybe join a few new ones. Youth and Goverment is the main one I want to join.

Anyways, this was all pretty random and I doubt anyone will notice but is saved me a few minutes of boredom.

Later days, -Taylor

Random Story

so its just in the first stages and I know I have way too many different stories but this one is unique because its about normal kids. [I wonder how long that will last.] I have an idea for the title but its kinda cheesy. well here is part of what I have done so far. or at least what is on the school computer.

-1. Children of Fate.

There was five of us. But it hadn't always been this way. We were an...eclectic group. Each of us was similar yet different in our own aspects.

First there's Oliza, but we just called her Oz or Dorothy[usually only Haley calls her that]. Oz was pretty normal. She was incredibly bright and loved acting. She had led a pretty sheltered life up until the time she met us. Oz was born in Minnesota but moved here when she was only three years old. I had known her most of my life considering we were next door neighbors. We had always gotten along and had been decent friends. She was my acting partner for all of the school productions. She and I were the first to connect that fateful night. Yes, I do believe in fate. I think we all do. But I digress.
As I was saying, Oliza had always been the poster child for perfection. Perfect family, perfect grades, perfect attitude, perfect blonde hair, perfect brown eyes, perfect complexion, perfect reputation, and was the girl that all mother's wished their son would date. Deep down she was really shy but hid it behind her facade of near perfection. She didn't mean to seem perfect she definetly didn't consider herself that way. Oz had lots of friends but she kept a lot to herself. I think its because they were all jealous. However, Oz's problem was she cared too much what people thought of her and it became her obsession.

Then came Oz's polar opposite in the form of Haley. With dyed hair and a fun personality she was always considered slightly rebellious. She was the most artistic of all of us. The only thing was she didnt't fit any kind of stereotype or label. She was neither an "art freak" nor a "preppy girl". She wasn't even in between. Somedays her hair would be black with pink stripes and then the next week it would return to its natural shade of chestnut brown. She was completely and utterly unique. But she didn't do the things she did to be unique. Haley didn't care about standing out from the crowd but instead she worried about blending in. She was always trying to dim herself down but never completely succeeded. She always worried that because she was so different she would never have any kind of true relationship since there was no one like her. She was best at hiding her insecurities by being outgoing, loud, and rambunctious. She was also the most honest and real person you could ever meet. She was never alone except for what we would one day called our birthnight.

Now we come to the one that every story has to have. The All-American star athlete with a killer smile. Bruce was male perfection. Plain and simple. There wasn't a whole lot to tell about Bruce. He was the star of every sports team, top of his class, and was dating the captain of the cheerleading squad, Ariel. With his short brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a muscular 6'3" frame what girl couldn't resist him. Ariel made sure that no one besides her ever dated him. Bruce didn't ever notice Ariel's control over him. The thing about Bruce is that he never things deeper than what's on the surface. He's just not that creative and he like Oliza he was really concerned about image. But that wouldn't be what led him to us.

The next member of our group would be Haydn or Denny as we called him. There couldn't be a more perfect name for this kid than Haydn. You see out of all of us Denny is the most musically in tune. I mean sure Oz, Haley, and I were all in band also but none of us had the skills that he had. He is one of those very special people who could play any instrument you gave him and be excellent at it. He always had a stack of music sheets with him and composed several of the band's songs. Out of all of us he seemed like the one who had it all together. He just has this thing where he seemed to just light up the darkest and drearyest of rooms. He handle things with humor and music. But Haydn was very reserved and good at hiding things. He was the second to connect with me.

Finally there is me, your humble narrator, Alexander. People call me Alex. I'm what you call...different yet regular. I mean I fit in with a crowd and actually had quite a few friends. But as my personality test told me I didn't get completely emotionally involved. Never. No matter how hard I tried I always held back. But I'm the kid that so many people come to talk to with their problems. I'm also the good kid that no one would ever expect to do anything wrong. I was a good kid who was able to fit in with almost anybody. Some of the guys of my class considered me weird cause I've never really had a girlfriend. But is it my fault that I don't always know my emotions. Of course not. This entire story starts a day before we all came together. The worst day of my life. It was the next to last day of my sophmore year and I was at my locker...

"Hey, Arnold," Bryce said. Bryce was Bruce's best friend. Concidence? I don't think so. Bryce always called me by the wrong name so I knew that whenever I heard a name come from his mouth that began with an A I knew it was me. He stopped just beside my locker and I suddenly realized I never fully noticed his size. Bryce was a staggering 6'6" with muscle to match. It was a complete contrast to my 5'10" stature, limp arms, and slightly pudgy stomach. Needless to say, Bryce was a moutain lion and I was the unfortunate baby bunny of the school.
"Hi, Bryce. Hi, Bruce." I nodded politely. Bruce gave a meak smile as if he knew something I didn't. This couldn't be good.
"So I'm having a party tonight. You coming?" he said with a strange smile. I was still a little unsure about this. Bryce and I never had any problems before so why was I so supicious. Maybe because of his classic jock bully tendency to pick on those weaker than him.
"Maybe. I might have other plans."
"Oh come on. You don't want to be rude. And besides I hear a certain Beth Robinson is coming." Oh, I was going to kill Mark. I told him not to ever mention it that I had a crush on the cheerleader. I mean it wasn't like I didn't have a chance. I was a nice, regular guy who she talked to everyday in study hall. Hopefully, it wasn't because we were the only sophmores in that class.
"Well, I guess I could stop by." I replied with embarrasment as my voice cracked. My God, I'm freaking sixteen. Will my voice ever quite doing that. Yes, I have went through puberty. But kinda a late bloomer.
"See ya there, Arthur." Bryce said as he laughed at my embarassing moment number thirty-two of the day. Yes, I count my stupid moments. I'm weird like that. Usually, it was more in the fities range.

Despite my better judgement I went to Bryce's house. I could tell the party was at a high when I stepped through the door. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcolhol assaulted my senses. Fighting through the hord of people, I tried to find a room with the least amount of alcohol, which was where I found Oliza sitting on a couch nervously reading a book. I walked over and plopped down on the couch next to her. Her body jumped obviously thinking I was someone else. She smiled when she saw it was just her neighbor.
"Oh my gosh, Alex, don't do that to me," she laughed when someone or someones fell on the floor in front of us. The makeout session seemed to spread through all the couples in the room. She stared at me blankly for a second waiting for my reaction.
"Come on, let's go out back." I stood up and led her through the hallway until we reached the outside. It was no better than what was occuring within the house but there was more room to move. We soon found seats around the pool in between guess who, Haley and Haydn. Haley sat with a open sketchbook in her lap while Haydn had his iPod headphones plugged in his ears making him completely oblivious to everything around us.
"No offense, but you two stick out like a sour thumb." It was Haley who spoke. She looked up at her sketchbook at us. Tonight her hair was a dyed shade of red. I swear I've never met anyone where every hair color just worked for her. "But then again so do I."
"I really didn't want to come but my parents really wanted me too. However, if they knew what was happening I think I would be sent to boarding school." Oliza said as she smoothed out the wrinkles in her navy blue sweater.
"Yeah, I came to see if I could find anything interesting to sketch." Haley replied as she returned to her picture. I noticed that she wore a denim jacket, blue jeans, and a bright magenta v-neck shirt. A very dull outfit for Haley. Not to be mean but I wondered if she had even been invited to the party. That reminded me that I had been invited under strange circumstances. I then wondered what would happen. I soon got my answer.
"So how are you, Alex?" Oliza asked. She gave me that winning smile with her milk white teeth. Her silky blonde hair that fell gracefully down her shoulders mesmerized me.
"I'm pretty good, Oz. I wasn't expecting to see you hear." Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Why's that?" There was most definetly a double meaning in her voice. She acted as if I had accused her of something awful.
"Well, you just don't seem like the type of girl to come to a party where certain things were happening." Uh-oh. This was not going to end well.
"I'm not that innocent. I'm just like everyone else." Liar. She wasn't and we both knew it. "Maybe you, Alexander Geralds, are not the type to come to a party like this." She slowly spoke, accenting each syllable. I had never seen Oz so mad before in my life. She stared at me with disdain in her eyes. Then she did something I would never expect. She jumped up and stomped over to a table where a dozen plastic cups of beer were. She quickly grabbed one and chugged it. She gave me a wicked smile of defeat before her face gave away what she really felt. With her face as green as the Wicked Witch, Oz ran inside.
"I'll go help her." Haley rose from her lawn chair and made her way inside. I let out a sigh of relief. You just couldn't help but trust Haley. Bryce, however, was an entirely different book.
I immediately knew something was wrong when I felt a hand grab the back of my sweat jacked and pull me to my feet. There stood a very drunken Bryce. He had this goofy smile across his face as he opened his mouth to speak. It took him two staggering tries before he could speak. "Ladies and Gentlemen. This is my special guest. Alexander, V.I.P. Vodka in pants!" I still am unable to believe he was able to form that creative of a thought with so much alcohol in his system. With those immortal words Bryce gripped the front of my jeans and the waistband of my boxers with excessive force. He pulled forward and poured his entire cup of glass of vodka, ice included, down the front of my pants.
Yeah.... that was cold.
I think my eyes had bulged out of my face at this point. I was able to make some important observations at this point. I could see Bruce standing not too far away with a look of disgust and sorrow written across his face. Then there was Haydn who had forgot about his music and had apparently saw everything. His face showed anger and disbelief. Then there was Haley and Oz who had just exited the house and caught the last part of Bryce's act of idocy. Both girls just stared.
Unfortunately, I was unable to make the observation that was most important at this point. One of the other footballers was running at me and then with his gorilla-like hands shoved me backwards so I fell into the pool, which just happened to be colder than the vodka.
I fell to the bottom of the pool. I couldn't believe this had happened. Why? I never did anything to them so why would they do this. Oh, maybe because they are the F.G.P./C.L.A. [Future gas pumpers/ couch loafers of America.] Then I heard the splash of another body.
I felt an arm rap around my chest holding me just under the arms. I opened my eyes and sputtered a mouth full of water as we broke the surface. I treaded water as my savior pulled me to the side. I felt a second prescence help pull me out of the water. Someone laid me on my back against the concrete. Instead of telling them I was actually awake I just laid there hoping that I was dreaming.
"Is he breathing?" Some water dripped on to my forehead. Then another.
"I don't know. Does anyone know CPR?" Another drop. It was kind of annoying.
"I took some classes this summer." I didn't quite recognize the voice but I knew it was male. I really didn't want to add being given the kiss of life to my list of embarassment for tonight so I spoke up.
"I'm awake." I heard several deep sighs of relief. I slowly opened my eyes to see Haydn and Bruce standing over me while Haley and Oliza stood next to them. The long sleeves of Hadyn's button-up shirt were drenched with water so I could make the assumption that he had been the one who had helped pull me out. Then there was Bruce standing next to him soaked from head to toe. He was obviously been the one who had dove in after me. It was weird staring at them staring at me. "Hi." That was all I could come up with.

A few minutes later I was standing beside Haydn's pickup as he searched for a change of clothes. Luckily, we were of the same build and about the same size. I felt really awkward just standing there soaking wet.
"I can't believe those jerks did that!" Haydn exclaimed from within.
"Yeah, me neither," Bruce said as he walked up behind me. I spun around to find him now dressed in a dry t-shirt and jeans. "I just wanted to apologize for the way Bryce acted."
"It wasn't your fault, Bruce." I replied. "And plus, I would probably be dead at the bottom of the pool right now if it wasn't for you." I gave him an encouraging smile. Staring into his eyes I actually felt bad for Bruce. I also realized how little I knew about him. Though he hung around with the social crowd he wasn't very social himself. Maybe, this was the start of a brand new friendship.
"Well, Alex, I found you a pair of jeans and a pair of brand new boxers but no shirt. Oh, and I have a pair of shoes I will lend you." Haydn said as he hopped out of the truck with the clothes in hand.
"I think I have another shirt. It might swallow you but it should work." Bruce said.
"That's great guys but where am I going to change. I really don't want to go back inside the house." I know I sound a little whiney but think of how you would sound in my situation.
"You can change inside my truck. There's plenty of room." Haydn replied. "I'll lay some towels down so you won't get the seat too wet."
"My god, kid. Do you have everything in there?" Bruce asked sarcastically.
"Just about. I always come prepared for anything." Haydn replied with a laugh. I complied and waited for Bruce to return with the shirt and Haydn to finish making my makeshift dressing room.


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Deviating in Health

so im bored. i am doing a health worksheet which is hard but requires reading. knowing most people would be like oh well you read a lot etc. yea but im about to fall asleep and my stomach is eating itself. [pause for work] my class is stupid and want to leave early! but im not done. grrr. so things are changing for the better. hmmm...we will see how it goes. also i need to not judge so much. yea. well im going to end this random blog. later.
-taylor

JC Scholar Bowl Meet

Needless to say this was a very eventful Scholar Bowl Meet. The JV continued their winning streak [knock on wood]. And we all learned something more........in the form of a book. enough said. except we apparently have one very horny freshmen scholar bowl member who was very eager to see the pictures in the book we "found". hmmm.... this was the highlight of the scholar bowl season so far was this book. it was very profound and gave us much insight into the world of safer sex. you should get the picture.


armchair.

Satisfying and Deviation

This kinda goes along with my name it is my favorite thing that i have ever written. I love it.


Satisfying
He thinks of everything he has gone through this past year. The Changes. The People. How realizing what you are and thinking of what you’ll become makes you think more. It allows you to understand things better. Suddenly, breathing became one of the easiest things.
When a window breaks the pieces can be incredibly sharp and it can take you longer to pick them up, than usual. Sometimes the reason for its shattering is for that’s what meant to happen. God’s way of saying, “Hey see this crack here. It can be broken. You’re not whole. I think you need to fix it. Start over.”

Writing these words opens my mind and I think of T.S. Eliot when he said…

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

I agree, completely. If I could become a fraction of what a writer he was I would be unsatisfied.

Why stop when I’ve reached my goal. Don’t stop because the task is accomplished. By taking life a step further you become a step closer to satisfaction. If something I accomplish is stopped for I must move on I pray that it will last long enough for another individual to take it further. That would satisfy.

Deviation
The sounds of the footsteps on the pavement beating along with the rhythm of my heart. Two body parts so separate yet so close. Both suddenly increase with the speed of comet. I am a simple star hanging in the balance of a universe set with its rules and procedures. The sun dangles in front of me with those silky strands of light and those deep pathways to the core. She doesn’t take a look towards me for the rules prevent her. I never believed in going along with what others say is how things go. I begin to break those procedures so I can create my own. Then I realized. If their was the slimmest chance that we would why should I be the only one to take the initiative to break the proverbial standards of. She should find the follower and forget the deviant.

The rain is the only thing keeping me sane. She sits there resting her hands in her lap and staring straight ahead. The usual battle has raged and now the terms are being set. I surprise myself that I can still drive under this heat and coldness. She never cries in front of me. She has never cried in front of me until now. Deviating from the program is very much like her. One of the attractions. I reach over to take her hand but she pulls away. Suddenly, she grabs the wheel and pulls us onto the shoulder. She stares at me the tears reminding me that I caused it. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close. My arms don’t move but tighten against my sides. Why do you always deviate? She states. I don’t know. This didn’t phase her in the least. She tightened her iron grip. Sitting there thinking of all I’ve went through I know that I don’t want to mess this up. I raise my arms and wrap them around her. Holding her close she whispered. You deviated.

updating...

hey so i did find my missing notebook thank god. but i almost lost it again ...haha....anyways. for news on the banning of penicil bags read the next issue of the pitch. so who else is ready for christmas break. i am excited. hopefully i will have my internet back and be able to update somewhere else than school. anyways my writing is actually continuing good. i write a little everyday. but yea i might post like the first chapter on here for fun. so be looking forward to that. anyways...
later.
the Tay.

So I did just post...

but i thought of something to talk about. The fact that the school is probably going to ban pencil bags and how Choate yelled at someone that had a jacket on in school. His words were "Do you have a cell phone in your pocket?"
so this possible new policy is apparently due to the fact that people have been texting in class with the use of pencil bags.
Announcement!!: If anyone finds a blue college ruled notebook in Mehaffy's or Mrs. William's class with papers in it saying Tempest Outline in the top right corner please notify me!!!
-the worried taylor

Hmm.....

so i have wanted to start an actual blog (not counting my myspace one) for quite some time now. This will probably be more of a life blog. I will maybe make a seperate blog for my stories. I just kinda want to have a blog. Whether I keep it or not only time can tell. Well I believe that there's not a whole lot to tell. I'm not sure how I will do this but we'll see.