Book'd

If you follow me on Goodreads, you may have noted that I quit both Wicked and On The Road. You know how a certain album fits perfectly with a certain time in your life, and if you'd discovered it a month earlier, you may not have embraced it in the same way? I think books can be like that, too. It wasn't the right time for either of those two. Read more...

It's been awhile since I've talked about anything bookish her on Buzznet, so, it's time!

First off, last weekend I went to the West Hollywood book fair and there was a panel on zombie fiction! I ended up buying Breathers by S.G. Browne (the zombie is the main character for a change) because he was an interesting speaker AND he sold the screen rights to Fox Searchlight. Diablo Cody is going to produce the movie version! Also picked up Pretty Dead by Francesca Lia Block, who is a YA author. Haven't started either one yet, but I'll let you know. Needz moar bookz...

*~ Just like that. How was your Spring Vacation. Like he didn't know perfectly well. Jade's hands involuntarily curled into fists.

            "Fine." He said tonelessly. He noticed his balled-up hands and slowly unclenched them, sliding his hands under his thighs. Davey watched Jade's hands and then stared at his thighs. Jade squirmed.

            "Really? That's all?" Davey asked, "you didn't meet any girls or do anything fun?" he seemed almost disappointed.

            "Nope." Jade replied. Unless your idea of fun is getting launched head-first into a bunch of mud, he thought, in which case I had a very fun-filled, phenomenal Spring Break. Thank you for asking.

            "Too bad." Davey said, something like a hint of sympathy in his voice, "I wish we could've hung out together or something."

            "Oh, but we did." Jade hissed through clenched teeth, noticing the eavesdropping kids all around him, "you and your friends saw me all spring."

The bus slowed to a stop-the last one, Jade knew-and the "friends" in question all filed on. They headed towards Davey right away, but when he frowned and shook his head, they chose different seats.

            "I'm sorry about that. But you got in the way." Davey explained, knowing what was on Jade's mind. He sounded perfectly sincere. Maybe he was.

            "Oh, yeah, I got in the way of you and your freaking drugged-up pals. Sorry about that." Jade commented sarcastically. It came out of nowhere. One moment Jade was defending his actions, the next, Davey's hand had wrenched Jade's head to the side.

            "When are you going to learn?" Davey asked with sad brown eyes, "you don't mess with me."

Jade put a hand to his stinging cheek in shock. The bus-driver slammed on the breaks without warning, and Jade pitched forward onto his knees, spilling most of the contents of his half-unzipped backpack.

            "Shit." He muttered, shifting the weight off of the knee that was digging onto the side of a pencil on the floor. He slowly began to gather his stuff.

            "Sorry!" the bus-driver yelled over her shoulder to the dazed kids. Murmurs of "that's okay" and "whatever" replied to her. After all, it was a very rare custom to argue or upset the bus-driver. As Jade pulled some schoolbooks into his arms, he was fully aware of Davey's intense gaze on him. One of Davey's friends picked up a black notebook that had bumped into his shoes. Immediately recognizing what it was, Jade made a mad scramble for it; dropping everything he was holding. The guy raised it out of Jade's reach and opened it to a random page. A look of sheer glee came over his face.

            "What's this?" he said, entirely too joyful, "does Jadey have a wittle cwush?" his eyes widened expressively. "perfect brown eyes-" His narrative was cut short by Smith, who grabbed the notebook and returned it to Jade. Jade hugged the book to his chest, scared senseless. He'd almost been found out. The whole school. His mother. Everyone would have known. Smith returned to his seat, and the guy who'd grabbed the notebook muttered something about "loser freshmen", meaning Smith. Davey was still staring at Jade, but now he looked kind of shaken. Oh, God. Davey. He was behind the guy with the notebook. He'd read it. He knew. Davey knew. Davey knew Jade's biggest secret, the one he'd only told Smith. Chills ran down Jade's spine. The things Davey could do with this type of knowledge! Jade didn't even want to think about it. But suddenly, irrationally, Jade felt safe under Davey's watchful eyes. He quickly gathered his stuff and scrunched it into his backpack, zipping it  up before it could all fall out again. He shifted in his seat. Davey's leg was pressing against Jade's Jade looked up and thought that for one second, he saw something in Davey's eyes. Something like understanding.

   The rest of the day passed uneventfully, until, at 11:30pm,, Jade was IM'd by Davey.

CHAT LOG:

monstersinmy__head: hey jade

rockitanddropit13: who is this?

monstersinmy__head: davey

rockitanddropit13: davey who?

monstersinmy__head: oh pleez. U kno who I am.

Rockitanddropit13: what do you want

monstersinmy__head: a kitten.

monstersinmy__head: and maybe a hampster.

rockitanddropit13: you spelled it wrong. Its hamster.

monstersinmy__head: whatev. Anyway im sry 4 th knock on th head 2day

monstersinmy__head: jade? U there?

rockitanddropit13: yeah

monstersinmy__head: I read some of that notebook.

rockitanddropit13: did you now.

monstersinmy__head: I kind of figured I were....u kno.

rockitanddropit13: I don't know.

monstersinmy__head: ....gay.

__*rockitanddropit13 and signed off. Click here to send a message*__

monstersinmy__head: jade?

monstersinmy__head: damn u.

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Hola Friendies!!! Whoa, that took FOREVER to crank out....i'm so, so sorry!!!! geez...i'm working on the next chapter of Watch Stars Go Out Tonight, as well. i don't think i'll be able to type it up todayy, but soon, i think......[hope].... Anywayyz, i love all of you, and...comment, as usual! What do you think of Davey in this fanfic?? oh, yeah, in case you didn't know....NO I DO NOT THINK JADE IS GAY!!!! i don't know what orientation he is, but it's not my call anywayy. So, no hating, alright?? Jeesh, a girl can have her dreams, right?? :D  Love You Muchies,

XXmarcieXX/Strawberry`~the TASTE you can SEE!

The Human Soul

A broad group, or the majority of humanity, is in a constant state of conquest, desperately seeking to unlock, the higher meaning, and propose in the existence of life. Speaking, without angelicas the unfortunate truth, is that most search tirelessly, with abnormal intent.

Tragically; dryly, overlooking, and exiling the greatest personal fulfillment, that is egregiously set in front of them; God, friends, family and where one balances and completes the equation.

The disaster of humanity is simply the desperate desire, to complicate everything.

(Where these ideas I keep having, are coming from is a mystery.)

A true friend, is someone who is there when no one else is. A true friend is someone who laughs with you, who cries with you. Someone who cares, someone who wants to be with you.

True love is what the entire experience of life is about. However, not promiscuous to the young but the young at heart.. It's when you care so deeply for someone, you know you'd give your life for them without second thought. True love is worth facing death for. -love isn't something to be cheapened, with games, and frail stupidities.  Love is something to be cherished, and kept sacred...

Those of you, who do not believe that, have not experienced true love. Therefore, may consider love and its divinity, has a foolish inadvertent of human emotion. But through the vastness of the universe, and all that lays in it, it is the only thing that without byist or prejudice ... is truly genuine

-love is never planned, but left to a serendipity anomaly