In Case You Feel Neglected

Hello mine followers. I feel, with my new writing project, that you may be neglected. So I am here to remedy that.

A few updates on my life:

Things are coming along for the move back home. My mom arrives July 15 and my official leave date is July 17. Sad times for those in Florida, but I hear the Utards are rejoicing. I'm somewhere in the middle.

My articles/writings are coming along. I still need all of you people to tell your friends (or enemies) to go read my stuff. Every page view earns me revenue. And, we all know how poor I am. So help a girl out, and at least view her writings/lame poetry. Please...?

Guess what? I STILL haven't found anyone in the boy department. Big surprise.

I saw Star Trek. Good flick. Very entertaining. I recommend it. I have some personal issues with what they decided to do with the plot. But as I said, they're personal issues, therefore, I find no need to bore you with said issues.

Work is the same. 

Jessie gave me a green lightsaber. Yes!!

Currently reading Half-Blood Prince. Almost done, shit is going to go down. I just know it... And I still can't talk about Black. *sniff*

I got my sister back. She broke up with her boyfriend. I know this is really her news, and not mine. But, I feel it very important. He didn't treat her with the respect she deserved, and she was drifting away from the family. However, he's gone, and she's doing well. I'm glad she found the courage to do what she needed to do. We've missed her.

I bought new shoes. They're converse. White with ladybugs on them, and green laces. So awesome. 

I think that about covers it. Again, I urge you to check out "my stuffs" over there ---------> 

I need feedback and such. You can comment right on the page, if you feel so inclined. Like I said, it would really help me out. 

Namarie melloneamin

Just so you know...

A few items of business...

First of all: I had to remove my entry entitled "Winds" from my blog. It received such rave reviews that I decided to publish it. Not in any sort of book or anything, just online. I'm hoping to generate some revenue from my writing. I'm trying to be more career minded about it. Having a few things actually "published" will help me build a portfolio, if you will. That may lead me to bigger and better things with my mad skills *does karate chop-type action*

Next:  http://www.triond.com/users/D.C.+Orrin is where you can view the aforementioned published items. There is also a box under my "about me" doo-hickie over there to the right... See it? Yeah. So far I have a very old poem, some photographs and "Winds" residing there. Please click on specific things to view them. I would appreciate some moneys. The more people view... The more moneys I get. Do it. I'm poor and I like food.

Lastly: Once you arrive at my little ditty of a web page don't be alarmed. I am D.C. Orrin. That's my pen name. Further explanation available upon request.

That is all.

Namarie melloneamin

Maybe...

Maybe... Just maybe... People write. 

Maybe, they just... write. 

Maybe, these people are girls. Maybe, there is a certain girl.

And Maybe... Just maybe, she writes.

Maybe she just... writes.

Maybe, it's only fiction.

Maybe, she's creative, or maybe, she's generic.

But, maybe, she's imaginative.

Maybe, she's... unique.

Maybe, she has people who don't understand that.

Maybe, people have misinterpreted her, her whole life.

Maybe, she's sad.

Maybe, she's angry.

Maybe, she's angry at herself, for being sad.

Maybe, she just has feelings...

Maybe... Just maybe... She uses these feelings to write.

What if... Maybe... She's different, so people don't understand her. Which, maybe, makes her feel alone, therefore, rendering her sad quite often. And, maybe, anger follows, stirring so many, endless, other feelings, she fears, they may incapacitate her. So, maybe, she writes fiction to alleviate the overpowering stress of all these feelings.

You know... Maybe... Her writings are influenced by her feelings, not mirrored by them. Maybe, her feelings fuel her writings. And, maybe, in turn, she is empowered by her writings. 

There's a chance that... Maybe... Her writings give her strength, courage, and hope. 

But, maybe, others don't see this.

Maybe, others think they know what she's talking about. 

Maybe, they tell her that they "know" what she is talking about and what she needs. 

And, maybe, it angers her.

Maybe, it upsets her when people think they know and understand her, when they're completely wrong.

Maybe, she's different.

So, maybe, she writes about it.

Yes... Maybe, she writes.

Maybe, she just... writes.