Which state do you think would be best? I'm looking for secluded, woodsy, colder, and very rich in nature.

I had dreams of a world so bright

Where darkness turned light

And I could wish upon any shooting star I liked

I dream of a love so strong

Forever, on and on

And in my arms you would stay

Together, day by day

But dreams don’t always come true

Why couldn’t I be with you?

This isn’t my time, or my fairy tale

I’m done withering away

I’m not going to be another pawn in this game

There are no bread crumbs to lead my way

So, I’ll dream of just another day, another day

Do people really take great satisfaction in making others feel absolutely horrid? I had a conversation with someone the other day about why other people find it so easy to trample ruthlessly over their fellow comrades. What would possess them to walk all over someone’s heart and make callous statements, which they know will hurt them?

My friend told me people do this because to care and to be kind takes more effort. Simply, people believe the ‘easy road’ is to do as one wishes without heeding the consequences of their actions. That, somehow, not concerning themselves with their peers enough to show compassion to them is completely all right.

I sat there for a good while thinking this over. Thinking over what psychopath would think the ‘easy road’ to be that of hurting other people. Was it because they’re too self-centered to really care? Too busy with their own lives to concern themselves with what their friends and fellow humans feel and worry about?

Honestly, to me, the ‘easy road’ is doing what is right, what is just, and what is moral. Being kind and considerate to everyone, because you have no idea who they really are and what they go through, or have been through, in their lives.

I strongly urge people to remember the classic phrase of, “if you could only walk a mile in my shoes.” Choosing empathy over apathy, no matter what your personal situation, is the right thing to do. To rudely disregard those who care about you and vice versa, or even, simple strangers with a cold shoulder is depraved and not what this world so desperately needs.

We need people who are ready to have their shoulder sopping wet from a hurting soul. We need people who are ready to lend a willing hand no matter what the situation exudes. We need self-sacrifice, consoling compassion, and those ready to fight for their beliefs and the beliefs of those who can’t fight for themselves.        

It’s a small wonder I can contain myself most of the time. For the following reason, this is why I pursue criminal law: Justice.

Justice has become such a manipulated word. This mere noun encompasses a plethora of meanings, and many a human have convoluted those meanings for their own purposes and authority. The thing is, since justice comes in a myriad of different shapes and forms and ideals, how are we to determine which is the right one?

Therein lies your answer; so simple, so rational. What is right, what is moral, and what is ethical are the true names of justice. Wherein rests your true name, rests your true self and what you fight for in your lifetime. Your battles, your wins, and your losses all depend on what you deem as right and honest in this world.

While I twist thoughts around the diverse meanings of words: honest, truth, justice, names. One thing will always prevail, and that is humanity; the heart of compassion. We all have the ability, within our hearts and minds, to know and do what is right for others. We’ve all been wronged in one way or another. It depends on you to take the initiative and pursue your beliefs and your morals and your values. To not fall prey to those who lead and weave graying tapestries of lies and deceit. To stand up for yourself and those who cannot stand for themselves for you know who they are, in your own lives, or on a grander plane.

Coaxed into the shadows of your own fear, whatever it is that pressures you to stay hidden and secure. When is it going to be time to stand up for what is right and what you believe without fearing you will be knocked down? Nothing can knock down that which is impenetrable. Be strong, stand out, and live loud.          

Last night, coming home from dodgeball, I had quite an experience.

Our dodgeball aficionado, Keith, has been out of commission for the past few weeks due to some sports related injuries. Well, recently, he had to have surgery on his arm to get it back into working order, and hasn't been able to drive. I decided to offer him a ride home because he's an incredible human being and would do just about anything for anyone else. I thought I would help him out some.

We were driving down Beulah Church Road, it was about 10:15 in the evening, and I see some noncommittal shape near the side of the road. I veer to my left to give my precious car and this object breathing room. The object turns out to be a medium-sized doe. She had been hit by a car, but it hadn't killed her, and she was still laying there, like she was resting for a few moments. I turn into Keith's neighborhood, about a mile down the road, and go back to see how horribly the doe was injured. From what I could tell, she had been hit several feet from where she was resting as there was a trail of blood leading to her. I parked my car on the right shoulder of the road, about 10 feet from where she lay, and turned on my hazard lights to prevent anyone else from taking her out.

I had no idea what to do for this poor creature. I did the most logical thing I could think of and called 411 for the number to animal control in my county. It led me to the county police department, where I proceeded to try and be level-headed while talking to an insolent woman who told me, "as long as the animal is on the side of the road, there is nothing we can do."

So, in my mind, I'm thinking, "well, what the fuck use are you?" But before she could hang up on me, or I could protest, she informed me that another individual had called in about the creature and an officer had been dispatched. Thanking her, I hung up, and waited. The doe tried to get up once and continue on her way, but, from what I could tell, she'd broken several of her ribs, if not her back. She wasn't going anywhere and I knew what would happen when the officer came.

To my surprise, two vehicles pulled up and parked in a neighborhood near 100 feet in front of my car. I stayed in my car until they were near the doe, weary of what they wanted with her and who they were. I've known people in the south to pick up dying roadkill they see as fair game and do odd, if not, dreadful things to it. I might be trusting, but I'm not completely stupid. I wasn't going to allow them to do this doe an injustice. If she was to die, it would be as peacefully as possible. The group consisted of a clearly distraught woman and two men; truly southern by their accents. They told me they'd called animal control and the fire department and that neither of the organizations were going to do anything about the suffering doe. I informed them that, thanks to them calling and myself calling, an officer had been sent out. We were all apprehensive as to whether or not the officer would come, so they were talking about just breaking her neck.

I'd have no part in it. I'd already shed tears for her life anyway. I would be better off being ignorant of her fate. Logical in theory, right?

The woman and the older of the two men walked back to their cars. I settled back in mine and, with extreme hesitation, pulled in next to their vehicles to hear that the doe had passed on. A good few minutes passed, I could sense the younger man was having difficulty making the decision to end her suffering. I felt the heat of car lights from behind me and turned to see a sheriffs' car driving down the road.

To make a really long tale short; there was nothing I could have done to save the creature. The officer asked us to "head on out" and, I suppose, he took her life in a more efficient manner.

Mostly, what I have gained from this is that some humans are blithely ignorant to the world which surrounds them. To those who noticed this doe suffering and passed by without a problem...That choice is yours and you deal with it. It's pure apathy on their part. Not choosing to care. To those who said a prayer, wanted to help, but didn't know how, or dared to try and help this doe, I thank you from the bottom of my heart...

While, to some, a doe might just be an animal and the loss of her life is insignificant to the world around us... There is a far greater meaning behind my words...Choose to find it.

Make your choices and live with them knowing that, no matter what, everything you do morphs your future; what you will become.


    

Taking a walk and defraying your mind is one of the more burlesque luxuries in life. Although, I do admit, I did have to halt my walking to drown successfully out any other thoughts and clearly focus on the question at hand.

"What am I doing?"

It's a rather vague question with many feasible answers, but there is an answer. Now to find it.

For the past few months, it's as if I've been floating on a cloud. Merely hovering above Earth, not able to slam my feet into solid ground and take off running. I do not feel as if I am a part of this world we live in. The reason for this is, more than likely, because the world has a funny way of turning around and stabbing you in the back. It's a discomforting feeling, as if something is missing and I'm left with holes throughout my being.

So, I took this time to contemplate who I am, and where I want to go, and how I can get the feeling of stability again. While, as to be expected, my thoughts trailed into oblique and obscure notions, they seemed to fit into this puzzle somehow. There is a problem here, with our society. The absence of their tears is their sobriety.

Then, it hit me.

There is a problem with our society, so why do I have this minute want to be accepted by this society. Why would I want to be accepted by a society that is so disturbed, wrong, convoluted, and corrupted on so many various levels? Who would want to be a part of such a thing? How could someone be happy when all they've ever wanted comes with such a high price?

There's a difference, though, between the groups of people who live in this world. I ally myself with those people no one understands and, therefore, fears; freaks, cutters, Goths, geeks, oddballs, those who are labeled because they understand what this society really means and will stand up to rebel against it. Yet, I do not concede the labeling of these groups for how are they any different from any other human?

And then is gets complicated.

Each individual being on this planet has their own ideas of what is right and what is wrong, what is law and what is freedom. Thus leaving me pondering, where do we draw the line of pure naivety and simple ignorance? 

While I still have a great deal more to think on this, it's enjoyable to have my basis.

Do you live your life by your rules, or the rules of others? The simple, convoluted definitions for life we're given to believe for whatever amount of time we're placed on this planet. You live your life regretting choices you've made in your past because they've devoured your future and now you're consumed by the swirling chaos of self-depreciation and self-hate. What does this matter? You're simply a label, nothing more or nothing less by anything tantamount to your own expectations for your existence. Set your standards to whatever degree of acceptance is most rewarding for your fragile self-esteem. Then rest at night, and feel the hollowness and doubt creeping into your mind.

What if I did that? What if I had said that instead? Did I make the right choice? Where will this lead me?

What does it matter? Is it only to yourself and nothing else, not another soul within your perfect area of solidarity. You're a really good liar if you believe that maladapted thought of individuality. Your individuality is nothing but a conformist thought already decided by another who believed they were something more than what hundreds die as each and every day.

So naïve. If today was your last day, could you say goodbye to yesterday?

So...I was snapping shots of my chaotic hair today and I got some good ones, but I noticed one thing...

http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p276/ZenixTriquetra/Picture121.jpg

I SRSLY NEED TO INTRODUCE MYSELF TO SUNLIGHT.

Like, if I was ever cast as a vampire, I wouldn't NEED make-up to make the purple circles under my eyes and the pasty whiteness.

I'M ALL OVER THAT.

HOT DOCTOR: Emmett, Rose, drag Jasper somewhere.

EMMETT: *supah serius* No eating Bella, she makes Eddiepuss happy. *smack his nose*

EMMETT’S SMILE: *reaches to hug Emmett*

 JASPER: Chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken….*squash*

EMMETTS SMILE: *is stepped on*

Mother Hen Esme: Sorry my sons are trying to eat you.

JASPER:  *is taken outside*

BELLA: Oh, no prob. Edward did I mention you’re so perfect and pretty?

EDWARD: *grunts so very attractively over Bella*

CARLISLE: Edward, if you want her to stop bleeding all over everything, step aside, fool.

EDWARD *carries the bleeding Bella to the kitchen where Carlisle starts to prattle on about how Edward Cullen came to be*

FANGIRLS: OMG, HIS LIFE STORY. I MUST KNOW AND MEMORISE.

LIFE STORY: *unfolds and ‘ohhhs’ and ‘awwws’ commence*

THE SANE READERS: *snoreeeee*

EDWARD: I’m taking her home now and I’m going to act subjectively cold shouldered to my own family as we leave.

BORING: *sniffs the air*

BELLA: Is he upset?

READERS: OBVIOUSLY. House full of blood sucking vampires + you smelling tempting and your amazing ability to be in the middle of poorly placed drama = upset for saint-man.

EDWARD: He was worried about you getting hurt here, only God knows why he would think that in a house full of vampires.  

READERS: Common sense…

COMMON SENSE: What? In this book? Ahahahhhahahhaa *seizes on the floor*

ALICE: Here are your presents, Bella since I’m totally over my husband trying to eat you and am overly cheery again

BORING: *coughs loudly*

SILENCE: *happens for a while*

BELLA: FORGIVE ME!

READERS: Wth?

EDWARD: Why am I forgiving you?!

READER: First smart thing you’ve said!

EDWARD!RANT: Because if you were with normal people, like Mike Newton –

TEAM MIKE: *cheers*

EDWARD!RANT: -who didn’t try to eat you or suck your blood… A band aid would have handled the paper cut. You wouldn’t have so over-dramatically gone flying into plates of glass. *dejection*

BELLA: You’re uber sexy when you’re angry. Will you stay with me tonight and lets hav secks?

EDWARD: I should go home and brood all night so I can basically ignore you tomorrow.

BELLA: For my birthday? Double standards are so fierce.

BORING: *scratches itself*

EDWARD: Fine. *smooches*

READERS: Wth…?

CHARLIE: *is adorable and totally doesn’t get enough credit* Hi Bella! How was the Cullen’s?

BELLA:  Hey, Dad, it was fantastical.

CHARLIE: I totally notice your arm even though you thought I wouldn’t because you think I’m basically a dumbass.

BELLA: Oh, totally tripped like that absolutely believable story from Phoenix where I flew threw a second story glass window.

CHARLIE: Oh, Bells. *mocks*

EDWARD: *wallowing*

BELLA: Hi

EDWARD: Hi

BELLA: Hi

EDWARD: Hi

BELLA: What’s that?

BORING: *falls asleep*

EDWARD: A CD I composed for you. Let me open so you don’t try to accidentally kill yourself with a little piece of paper.

BELLA: K.

*skips*

BELLA: *collapses back onto her pillow, gasping, and her head spinning.*

EDWARD: Sorry, that was out-of-line.

BELLA: I don’t mind *pant pant*

NEW MOON: DIRECT QUOTE.

READERS: What the hell...just happened?

EDWARD: Now, sleep so I can stare at you all stalker-like.

FANGIRLS: AW, I WANT A STALKER.

End.

BORING:..................wut?

kk, after reading the PHENOMENAL Twilight parody by Shinga (foung here: http://shinga.livejournal.com/478415.html) I thought we should give New Moon the same honour because I may be the only one who has the stomach to read this book again. *G*

Chapter One

 Well, now, this should be interesting. First question to assess, will Bella be ANY SMARTER is this book?

ANS: Probably Not.

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DREAM: IT’S ME AGAIN.

READERS: …Ah, fuckass.

*4 pages of some idiotic dream about nothing but Bella’s fear of, YOU KNOW IT, LADIES, growing OLD.

BELLA: *wakes* OLDENESS. Eddiepuss better inject his venom into me soon because that's totally something every girl wants and is totally sane. 

FANGIRLS: YEA, WE DO! 

SCHOOL: Maybe she’ll notice me this time…

BELLA: *ignores school* EDWARD?! GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?! *fangirls some more*

SCHOOL:  /wrist

EDWARD: *statuesque*

STATUE OF ADONIS: I’m rather tired of being compared to Edward Cullen…:(

ALICE: *flitters over*

READERS: Can we just see her fall on her face, once, PLEASE?

ALICE: Happy Birthday, Bella! I know you hate your birthday because you have some stupid irrational fear of growing old.

BELLA: STFU! GOD.

ALICE: *ignores*

READERS: Oh, we knew we liked you.

B-DAY PRESENTS: *are ignored*

EDWARD: *touches Bella*

SEX HOPEFULS: *perk up*

STEPHENIE MEYER: >:D Hell no, no sex for juuu!

BELLA: *feels instantly better*

ZOLOFT: Well, we’re out of a job…

Six pages of pointless conversation on how Bella hates her birthday and how Alice is totally throwing her some SUPER PARTY.

SCHOOL’S CAMEO APPEARANCE ENDS: :(

BELLA: I wanna drive!

READERS: She’s why women have a bad rap as drivers…

EDWARD: No.

BELLA: It’s my birthday, you have to and now I’m going to set double standards.

EDWARD: Fine. Your radio sucks, btw.

RADIO: Right back at ya, thundercunt…

EDWARD: So, I can't buy you some ridiculously expensive car for your birthday, which you'll probably crash anyway. What do you want?

READERS: A NIGHT IN THE BEDROOM!

BELLA: Nothing, but your love for me.

EDWARD: Always and forever, my sweet lucious grapefruit.

BELLA: *fangirls*

HOME: *quiant*

BELLA: Oh, okay. I’m gonna watch Romeo and Juliet and say it’s for class, when it’s really just a really lame attempt at foreshadowing.

EDWARD: Fine and I’ll stick my face in your hair and stare at you.

FAN GIRLS: OMG, I WANT A STALKER!

BELLA: K.

EDWARD: You know last summer when that other vampire was obsessed with you?

BELLA: Which one, I’m just so special and there were just so many.

EDWARD: The other one.

BELLA: Oh, yea, of course.

EDWARD: Well, when he totally fucked you up, I almost went to the Volturi and went *SPARKLE SPARKLE* so they’d kill me.

TEEN ANGST: *appears*

BELLA: YOU DID WHAT?! WTF’S A VOLTURI? TALKING IN CAPS MEANS I’M ANGRRRY!

EDWARD: Some old bitches in Italy.

LOTS OF TEEN ANGST AND ANGER: *occurs again*

PLOT: Damn…It gets more attention than me.

STEPHANIE MEYER: STFU PLOT.

PLOT:  ...*sob*

CHARLIE: KIDS, I’M ADORABLE AND HOME!

BELLA: Let’s take pics, k? Do you show up on film?

EDWARD: Yes, the only reason for my existence. We go now.

BELLA:  I love when you talk to me like that!

EDWARD: Do me a fav and pretend to be a grateful whore, okee?

BELLA: Don’t worry, I’m just being a bitch for no reason and I’m going to love the gifts in the end.

EDWARD: Oh, kool.

THOUSANDS OF LIGHTS: *Sparkle*

EDWARD: Got nothing on me.

EMO LIGHT: /wrist

ALICE: Look at all the stuff we bought you because I’m elaborately pissing you off and loving it!

READERS: LOVE YOU, ALICE.

VAMPIRES CHORUS: Happy Birthday, Bella!

ROSALIE: *glares and flips her hair*

READERS: Yay, Rosalie, smack-a-ho!

Bella: *opens box with no present inside* You worthless POS!Cullens: *cries*

ALICE: Here, open this one next!

BELLA THE MARTYR: K.

WRAPPING PAPER: CUT YOU, BIIIITCH.

BELLA: IS DAT BLOOD? GODDAMN!

JASPER: Smells like chicken!

EDWARD: My emo!chick!

COMPARISON TO BOULDERS: *again*

JASPER: CHIIIIIIIIICKEN! GRRR.

BELLA: *gets thrown somewhere*

GLASS: *slices her arms open*

BLOOD: *full of perfect irony and horribly planned drama*

READERS: …Could it be that easy?

BELLA: *is screwed*

SEX HOPEFULS: *perk up*

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…Mmmmm, will the Cullen’s be torn apart by thirst? Is Bella completely screwed?