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Thursday, June 29th, 2006
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8:08 am - livejournal?
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whoah no way. I haven't posted here for a year and camps about to start so this is going to be short. Uh i'm going to the beach today? yay. I saw click and it was very sad. yeah that's my life.
Love,
Laura
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| Saturday, April 30th, 2005
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3:49 pm - Part of My Latest Story
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I long to be connected
I long to be affected
the bright lights beckon me
beckon me to you
I like it when we go to extremes
I like it when you enter my dreams
I like it when i feel your touch
I like it.. I like it so much
I like it when we're one on one
I like it when we come undone
I like it when we go to extremes
you let me, let me live my dreams
(I Like It~ Narcotic Thrust)
(Tidbit of the story I'm currently working on)
The classroom was still: utterly and completely. Polished wooden desks, which would normally creak under the weight of many books, now lay clean of work. A few words were chiseled into the surface only slightly marring its face, yet the words could not be seen under the chair stacked on every single workstation. There was absolute silence radiating from the wall’s pores; in the room next door, a phone went off, yet the insulation blocked the noise. At seven o’clock in the morning, it was an ideal place for someone to get their work done.
That was exactly why, three minutes later, the door was swung cautiously open and a head popped in. If you saw the head alone, you might agree that it was an attractive one; with loads of chestnut curls smoothly coiled into a waterfall. In addition, her eyes—no doubt it was a female—were sparkling blue.
Soon a leg entered the room, and another, and then the whole body was inside. If the head was attractive alone, the body certainty did not dull the effect. She was wearing a loose white floral skirt that clung to her small waist tightly, and a plain white tang-top. Around her neck hung, a silver chain, that flowed down her collar cone and down under her shirt. The locket at the end, which was currently hidden beneath the cotton shirt, contained a miniscule photo. The photo was a private affair and the only person who knew it was a picture of her mother was, in fact, her mother. However, that source had died two years previous and no one before or after had seen inside the locket but the girl, herself.
“Is anyone in here?” The voice was soft and calm, like a musical note in a classical piece right when the exposition ends. “Dr. Shun? It’s Julie, you said you would come before school to help…”
Her words trailed off as she realized that the room was empty.
“Unreliable, that’s what he is; no teacher at this school can even manage to come thirty minutes before a class starts!” As it was her habit when she became frustrated, Julie Gadrean began to mutter angrily to herself, “I’m not going to fail! There is no way you are going to be the cause of my failure! In fact, I am going to study by myself, which will show you! Hah!”
With a glare at her imaginary foe, she pulled a chair off the desk all the way to the front right, and threw her backpack down on the floor next to it. The next thing she threw was herself; right into the now set-up seat.
“Stupid, unreliable, teachers!” This she said a bit louder so that a student in the hallway stopped to look in.
“Who are you talking to?” The student was a male, about six feet tall, and looking a mixture between concerned and amused.
Julie jumped up and spun around; flushing to the roots of her hair. The boy noticed she was breathing faster then before, and he suspected that she thought he had been the teacher.
“Oh my fricking god!” The boy grinned when she said ‘Fricking’ and his grin grew into a smirk as she kept talking, “You gave me a damn heart attach! Do you like sneaking up on people?”
“Only when they’re talking to themselves,”
Julie snarled at his reply and turned back to her unpacking progress, “That’s your problem, now will you please leave me, so that I can study for this test my teacher brilliantly assigned on a completely random subject?!”
“I think I’ll study too!” The boy put on a false excited _expression and sauntered arrogantly into the classroom, “…Seeing as I’m in your class too, and I don’t want to fail this test.”
Julie turned slightly to take in his profile, and suddenly it clicked. She had seen him in her class before. Fortunately, for her, he sat at the opposite of the room, so she had minimum time to talk with him.
Instead of walking to his regular seat his put his stuff down on the desk next to hers and pulled the chair off.
“Don’t you dare try to distract me; I can not fail this test.” Julie warned, nervously fiddling with her locket.
The boy rolled his eyes, but nevertheless pulled out his work and began to read through it. After a few minutes of studying, the boy had read through all his notes and felt sufficiently ready.
“Do I know your name?” He asked, turning to her.
Julie made an impatient noise, “Julie, now go back to studying.”
“Mine is Peter. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He was shortly appeased, but after another few moments his curiosity was aroused again, “You seem kind of withdrawn. I mean, you never talk to anyone in this class, are you new to this district?”
“I’ve lived in this town since the day I was born and I doubt I will move until I am at least eighteen and on my own.” Julie said quickly, skimming one particular bit of notes for the fifteenth time.
“Then why…” Peter was cut off by her angry sigh.
“Will you please study and not ask questions? Please?” Julie asked in an exasperated voice.
“Ah, I see, you don’t like talking about yourself.” Peter smiled suddenly, “You know… that’s not a very female trait.”
Julie bristled in indignation and curled her fingers into fists. Unfortunately she had forgotten the length of her newly polished nails, and gasped in surprise when she let go. Her palm was covered in four different red half-moon indents from the nail’s pressure.
Peter turned his head at her gasp and his eyes widened at the indents left in her palm. Like lightening his hand reached out and captured her wrist, “You have quite a temper, you know that?”
Julie snatched her wrist away and scowled at him, “I’ll keep that in mind. Don’t touch me.”
“Why is it taking you so long to study?” He asked after a moments pause.
“I’d like to memorize this information. Now, could you please, please, please not bother me anymore?”
“I love how you add manners into a normally rude sentence,” Peter smirked and began stuffing his belongings into his bag, “I’m done with my studying, though, so why should I leave you alone?”
“This is the only place I can study at! The student center is for socializing, why don’t you go there?” Julie had finally given up on concentrating, the boy needed to be put in his place, “You are the worst I have ever met!”
Peter stood and sauntered to the door, “We shall meet again, Julie Angel Gadrean.”
Julie started when the boy stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. She sat in complete confusion for a few seconds. How had he known her middle and last name? Finally she stood and ran to the door to look out. Curiously the hallway was shrouded in darkness and an eerie silence hung thick in the air. She shook her head and tiptoed back to the desk.
“I must have told him my full name and not remember now. Studying distracted me, obviously.” She murmured to herself slowly. With that quickly fading from her memory, Julie suddenly noticed the weight around her neck was gone. With a sudden panic she reached up and noticed her locket was missing from the chain.
Fear flooded her veins as she franticly looked through her things. To her utter horror the locket seemed to have vanished into thin air.
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What a strange thing. He had found a mesh heart locket in his bag, and he had no clue where it had come from, although he had his suspicions that Julie would be missing it. He didn’t know if it was alright for him to open it, but he felt like he needed to find out something about her. The side part with the clasp opened with a little click and he was staring at a picture of a young woman (she couldn’t be more the twenty). Suddenly he felt guilty. This picture was something of hers’ that was obviously private. If she had wanted people to see the picture then she would have done like the other girls in the class and openly shoved it in people’s faces.
Julie had intrigued him from the moment she walked into the class. Many girls slouched with the weight of their backpacks, but Julie seemed to completely ignore the fact she was totting around thirty pounds on her back. She had a tall composure and a straight back, with her nose jutting out proudly in the air. He had expected her voice to be loud and confident, but when her name was called she said “present” with an incredibly calm and soft voice. Obviously she wasn’t going out for the cheerleading squad.
Of course, he wasn’t the only boy interested by Julie from the start of class, but many of the other boys had failed at receiving even a word from her when they waved to her or greeted her before class. She just rewarded them with a distracted, yet exquisite smile.
He hadn’t tried to get her attention so far, for Peter may be completely confident, but he wasn’t a fool. He knew from right off that this girl wasn’t a week’s fling, and that scared him deep down. It seemed that the only thing that could frighten him was commitment. This morning when he heard her soft voice an octave higher and a volume adjustment higher he knew she was mad. He also knew that she was alone, and he couldn’t resist too join her at studying. It was perfect. He could sit, flirt, and find out as much about her as possible.
Unfortunately he didn’t realize that she was a private person. Many girls would love to blurt out there lives at the prodding of one simple question. This Julie was different. She didn’t get flustered at the questions; she just simply refused to answer. This had made him more curious then ever to get inside her mind.
“Dude.” Peter hastily pushed the locket into his pocket and smirked at his best friend.
“Taylor, what is up with you?” Instead of a response, Taylor gave him a high five that ended with a handshake, “What’s up with you and Elaine?”
“Ahhh, that fling is out the window, I’ve decided to settle down.” Taylor announced, looking nervously about. (If the words got to any guys that Taylor hangue was ‘settling down’ there would be a huge apocalypse.)
“Settle down?” Peter leaned lazily against the wall and smiled smugly, “And what do you mean by ‘settling down’? Surely Taylor, the fling master, isn’t thinking about marriage.”
“No dude, I’m thinking about a real relationship, with a certain diamond that hasn’t been discovered.”
“You’re going to date a stone? That’s desperate, man, I’m sure Elaine will have you back!” Peter said playfully, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“Heck no! I’m thinking about dating a certain lady who deserves a little more then a fling.” Taylor leaned closer still, “Do you know if Julie Gadrean is single?”
Peter’s heart stopped beating for a second, and his grin slid off his face. He had a sudden urge to beat the living daylights out of Taylor. It wasn’t like he didn’t get that urge often, but normally he just felt pity for the ‘flings’ instead of violence in their favor. Then again, Taylor did say she wouldn’t be a fling, so this should be fine. He should be happy for his friend, except the fact that he was boiling with something worse then anger.
“Julie? She’s rude. I don’t think you’d like her.” Peter said his smirk reappearing, “Total Bee eye tee see ‘H’. If you know what I mean.”
Taylor’s mouth dropped open, “Wow, do you even know her? I’ve talked to her before and she’s a complete jewel. She helped me on my essay last week and when my mother was drinking in sixth grade she gave me advice that helped me through the year! What’s up your…”
A teacher walked by and Taylor dropped his voice to a whisper.
“A ess ess?” He finished with a flourish, smiling at the teacher who was now looking suspiciously over at them.
Peter waited until the teacher had made his way down the hallway and out of ear shot.
“I just talked to her this morning and she was a complete snob. I just wanted to talk to her about her quietness and the reason for it and she completely shut me down!” Peter complained, subconsciously fingering the locket.
“Yeah... Leave her alone man, she doesn’t need any more problems in her life. What she’s been through so far…” Taylor drifted off uncomfortably as a group of giggling girls scooted by, eyeing the both of them hungrily.
“What she’s been through so far….?” Peter said softly.
“What with her mother dying a couple years ago in child birth and all.” Taylor said quickly, “She lost her younger brother and her mother in one day. Her ex-best friend, Lydia told me that she started shutting people out when her father began to binge drink.”
“Wow…” Peter felt extremely guilty, “Did she tell you about her mother?”
“The only person she ever confided in was Lydia and Lydia isn’t her friend anymore…” Taylor shifted nervously, “And that’s because Lydia went and told all Julie’s friends about her father’s drinking problems and they made fun of her for it. She stopped talking to Lydia because of it.”
“I can see why!” Peter said gruffly; he no longer liked Lydia in the least, although she was incredibly attractive and funny.
“Lydia isn’t really to blame though. The friends had asked her why Julie was out of school and it slipped her mind that her friends weren’t the nicest people.”
“More like completely heartless.” Peter snarled.
“Wow dude, don’t get mad.” Taylor smiled slightly, “We didn’t know it would offend her, I mean, we were in seventh grade and in seventh grade you aren’t exactly mature.”
“‘WE’… oh man, don’t tell me you dissed her!” Peter said a bit louder.
“No way dude! Even in seventh grade I wasn’t that immature. I was told about her father by Lydia… but the day they cornered Julie I was stuck in detention.”
“Stuck?”
“I would have stood up for her!! If I hadn’t been in detention that day… Heads would have rolled. That girl is an angel.”
Peter frowned, “Even if she was like that in seventh grade… there is no guarantee that she has the same personality as she did. People change.”
“She’s the same, dude.” Taylor said matter-of-factly, “Under those tightly packed walls is the same old Jules the school has been deprived of.”
“Umm hmm…. Well I’m glad to hear you’ve decided against flings, those things are completely overrated.” He gave his trademark smirk and adjusted his bags as the bell rang, “But right now I’m headed to science to see this lady-in-question.”
“Could you tell her I say hi?” Taylor asked in a voice that could only be described as ‘smitten’. Peter rolled his eyes and turned to walk back to the place from which he had come.
It was like an alternate universe. Taylor had never referred to a girl as ‘an angel’ before. The tone of voice he used when he said “Heads would have rolled” was violent and threatening, which was completely unlike Taylor.
“This girl is nothing but trouble.” Peter thought to himself as he walked to the classroom, “Only bad things can come from this.”
current mood:  content
current music: I like it
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| Wednesday, April 27th, 2005
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5:24 pm - Today was so gloomy I wrote this
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You Know It’s April…
Laura Elizabeth Huley
When the gloom settles down
And melts into mist
When the sun disappears
Behind mountains of clouds
And the darkness; it shrouds
Down the spindly web
A butterfly’s trapped
The rainbow is due
But it stays in the haze
And it drifts by the sun
On the dawn of the day
The rain doesn’t fall
But it hangs in the air
Taunting the soil
Without whim nor a care
The only light
Is the electric streetlamps
And the flashlights in camps
When the cold is not bitter
But dreadfully soaked
And the moon is not shining
And the sun has been cloaked
When the thunder is breaking
But the lightening is held
So that when you look up
There’s a blanket of clouds
And the Darkness; it shrouds
On this kind of day
The path is not hard
It slips and it slides
All over the yard
And even the house
Seems to leer at your quest
As if it knows the best
And you’re alone in the world
Although there’s a crowd
And you wish for some noise
When all around you is loud
And you try to escape
But the weather is bleak
And the clouds seem to peek
The trees want to dance
The wind moans with glee
Does it look like it’s spring yet
Or is it just me?
current mood:  devious
current music: Kryptonite
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| Tuesday, April 26th, 2005
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5:21 pm - Perfectly Political Poem
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And The World Will Laugh
Laura Elizabeth Huley
Climbing the ladder with eyes shut
Rung by rung
Assisted by those who listen
The battle has begun
Those who hear are fighting
Attacking those who comprehend
Empty words
Empty promises
Their leader standing in a mist of lies
Smirking at the other side
Narrowing his bright red eyes
To his friends he’s blanketed in gold
Shining gloriously on high
To his foes he’s shrouded in darkness
They scoff at him
Treating him like the golden calf he is
He’s a false idol to the masses
Making god’s words his own
The public hears what he says
Drinking his words like a delicious beverage
But they don’t listen; they don’t comprehend
If they did then they’d spit out the vile drink
And let it lay on the dirt where it belongs
Allow it to melt into mud
Then look upon it and laugh
Laugh at the rubbish it is
Laugh at what has been uncovered
Only when the world laughes in unison
Then and only then
The people will have truly listened
current mood:  contemplative
current music: Let Me Go
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| Sunday, April 24th, 2005
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2:02 pm - Poem of the Day
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Cresendo
Laura Elizabeth Huley
A crescendo in life
Like a sweet soothing sound
Awakes all the hope
Carries hate underground
A crescendo can last
For as long as you like
The world is your stage
And your dreams are the mike
If you know what I mean
And you believe it is true
Then don’t leave it to fate
The composer is you
current mood:  excited
current music: Let's get it Started
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| Saturday, April 23rd, 2005
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6:49 pm - Poem of the Day
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Stranger
Laura Elizabeth Huley
I can not see beyond those eyes
They’re mirrors
Not doorways
I can not understand
Why you’ve locked away yourself
Behind a pool of lies
Everyday I’m talking to a stranger
Everyday I’m talking to a lie
Why must you hide
My curiousity is biting
Nagging
Teasing
Never appeased
Who are you
Stranger
Did I ever know you
Will I ever be let in
You make me question my sanity
You make me question myself
Do I make you think at all
Stranger
Talk to me
Not with your empty words
But read me your soul
Whisper your mind
My ears are open to comprehend
My heart is held out before you
Do not blink at me
Stranger
You hear what I say
The impact is small
Do you think about me at all
Or is your body a shell
Are you truly as transparent as you seem
There has to be more
Come with me
Stranger
You have my heart in your hand
You have my ears open for you
You have my soul ready to pour
All for those empty eyes
Hiding so much
All for you
Stranger
dedicated
current mood:  curious
current music: Going Crazy
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