For like the first time ever I'm completely FREEEEEEEEEE

Jingling my keys as I walk, I beep the unlock button and swing into the driver seat like I’ve been doing it my whole life. Taking a shaky breath, I check everything that there is to check and then I smile and turn the key. My engine fires up faithfully, though some days I have doubts about my Herbie car. It likes to role the windows down for no reason and turn the lights on and off. But hey, it’s a car right? As I pull out of my driveway I’m reminded of the moment in Pirates of the Caribbean when Jack Sparrow--- oh excuse me---- CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow explains his fascination with the Black Pearl. It’s freedom.

Well my little white Nissan isn’t just a wheel and an engine and a trunk and some heated seats. What a car is, what my car really is, is freedom.

 

I think I might start calling my car the White Pearl. After all, it’s white. And who doesn’t love pearls and POTC references?

My Masterpiece: A work in progress

I don't want to go to sleep. I think to myself, although its 1:19 and my mom would be upset if she knew I was still up, and writing. I'm not writing my English essay, as I probably should be. I'm not writing my reading reflection that's due on Wednesday and I'm not writing Algebra 2 notes. All of those would probably be more ok with her than what I am staying up until 1:19 in the morning of May 5th, 2013 to write. It's what I like to call: "My Masterpiece." And it changes practically every year. This year I think I may actually have it.

For years I've been writing, rewriting, and rerewriting my masterpiece over and over in my head. It started as a great, Jane Austen-like romance. Since then it's taken turn after turn from romantic, to murder-mystery, to science fiction, to fantasy.

The idea is simple. But the execution? Probably impossible. That's something I've discovered about myself though. I like the impossible. "My Masterpiece" is the title I've given every idea for a Great American Novel that's popped into my head since I was about nine years old.

But this year I think I have it. I've been waiting a long time, but I think I finally have it. A plot, a character, and a story.

Granted, it's still young. But I think with a little time, it could turn into something that would earn me a lot of hate mail.

.....

Missed a day of posting :( I'm sorry. But I really have nothing to say. My leg hurts.

Another random poem. I promise I will write something again someday. But not today.

Haha. Well that whole "I'm not doing my homework" thing totally didn't happen. Here's a poem:


Singing like a song bird
I see the clouds melt away
For the song in my heart
Is a tune that never dies
Rain or shine
I'll sing
And I rise up on wings
Like eagles

And fly....

Ha ha very funny -__-

Well obviously I was hacked today. Thanks Nick. :P So I finished my script and my memoir this week, and I'm feeling kind of strange now that both of them are done. It was a huge week. I got my driver's license and wrote 38 pages of script and a ton of crazy prom and ASB stuff is going down, not to mention stuff the bus this weekend and a whole big mess of other things to think about.

Sometimes the mind is like a closet.

You can organize it.

You can even arrange the clothing in order (sweaters, then jackets, then lace shirts, then collared shirts, then skirts, etc.) Btw, I totally do this. I'm very proud of my beautifully organized closet. However, my closet wasn't always clean, and in reality its still not too clean. Everything is still there, even though it's not just in a heap like it used to be. Sometimes I feel like there's too much in my mind. Its like having thirty-seven tabs open at once, with at least 8 of them playing some kind of sound. There are days when I think I'm going crazy. Most days, actually.

When I organize my closet, I have to take practically everything out and start fresh before I can do anything. I think it's time to do that with my brain.

So TONIGHT I am going to take a very big, very terrible, very I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE I'M DOING THIS step: I'm a perfectionist, don't you know, and tomorrow my Synthesis project is due, as well as the history reading, and a set of algebra 2 problems. But tonight,

I, LAURA CHRISTINE STEWART,


AM GOING TO BED WITHOUT FINISHING MY HOMEWORK! GASP!!!!! I know right? It's beyond fathoming. But I'm doing it.

P.S. Mr. A, please note that I will do my Synthesis soon. Like, tomorrow. Is it due tomorrow? Oh dear maybe I will stay up and work after all.... well goodnight!

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He's so beautiful.

Freedom

What a day. Just..... what a day. I'm very tired and confused and thrilled! I am now free. Officially. I can drive. I have a license, a car, and a tank full of gas. Could anything be more lovely? I think I'm ready for a dirt road with a country band blaring on the radio and a pair of aviators and the windows rolled down. Life is sweet.

Aaaaand.... I FINISHED MY SCREENPLAY! =D Tis a great day to be alive :)