You know you belong at a school when the quad tries to eat you...

About the title, if you don't know the story, I'll fill you in eventually. Now on to the assignment! In all honesty, I feel very dumb on the Converse traditions front. I thought that I would learn some more about our fine school's traditions after our Thursday tour, but the only thing I really got from that tradition wise was that the school - traditionally- names buildings after people and institutions that donate money to us.
I've been totally stumped all week long; I mean, you can't just make up a tradition...it's supposed to evolve over time. Kind of like the 'senior waltz' at my senior prom. It was just forced and awkward, and it didn't catch on. I also couldn't for the life of me think of any traditions that Converse had.
I was sort of freaking out when I asked my mom for some help involving my blog at dinner tonight. "Wearing pearls is a tradition," she told me. But I don't really think so. Then she mentioned something about recently engaged young women being tossed into the fountain outside Gee.
I pondered it while I ate, try to decide if I even liked the tradition. I mean, yeah, it's fun and all, but it would actually really suck to have to drive home soaking wet after my engagement dunk. We all know that I, unlike all my other music sister, don't live on campus, so spare clothes aren't readily available to me. When I told my mom this, she told me to stop looking for negative in everything, but I don't think worrying about soggy undergarments and a forty-five minute drive home is being negative.
Then the thought of big-sis/lil-sis come to me. But I can't think of how to revamp it...I mean, it's just fine the way it is...besides the reveal needing to be on a non-wind ensemble night so wind instrumentalists can actually go.
Then there is 1889 week, which I'm not a huge fan of, having no time for things like coin wars and powder-puff. I'm not saying that it's not good for some people, it's just not my thing. It's like homecoming in high school, minus the queen and Mr. Ginmocemoh (Author's note: a special prize to anyone who can figure out what this title means!)
I'm just not sure how to revamp Converse traditions...and I'm not comfortable making a new one...I also have no earthly idea of how to go about making one up. Nothing sounds good...
We could always make it a tradition to go mud sliding across the quad after it rains. Just make sure you can get into a change of clothes quick.
I once again feel like I was unable to actually answer the question placed before me. Although as I'm closing, many other things are coming to mind like the Halloween Recital and offering pennies to D. E. Converse, but again, those are fine.
Maybe we should start a tradition of visiting Converse's grave on his birthday, or maybe the day that the college opened and offer up something nice: pennies, flowers, maybe a little thank you card left of the tomb.
I don't know...I like that idea. Anyone wanna join in?
After much rambling, I have reached the closing of my blog. I felt sure that this one would be short, but I guess not.
Ja Ne!

"Jumping Pumpkin Seeds, Batman!!"

Yay! Blog time! And just before my birthday! Needless to say, doing this homework assignment will be kind of tough with un-openable birthday gifts sitting right next to me, but I shall be strong. On we go!

So, were supposed to blog about something we have learned from another student who comes from a different racial, ethnic, or cultural background. In all honesty, nothing comes to mind at first. I mean, sure, I know lots of students who are different in many ways, but that's not something I dive into at first. I mean, I didn't know that Morgan Roche was Catholic until she said something about it in class.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't really care to learn about differences when I'm trying to make friends. I try to focus on similarities first. Like how Mari and I both love manga and anime, or how Abigail, Erica, Lainie, and I all have marching band backgrounds. Finding the common ground is easier for me to handle, more so than trying to interest people in my background.

I'm not saying that I don't eventually ask about people's backgrounds. I've asked Mari tons of questions concerning her home life and family, as well as some Japanese customs my parents remember from when we lived on the other side of the big blue water. Like, I had no idea that it is considered rude by the Japanese to show your open mouth. That's why most Japanese people cover their mouths when they laugh.

I don't think they would like my open mouth, gasping laugh very much, but I don't really care all that much.

I feel pretty useless because I can't really answer the assignment too well; I guess that means I need to start asking my friends more questions.

And so ends what is probably my shortest blog entry ever. Until next time, my wonderful friends, I bid you Ja Ne!

Ps: Happy birthday to me!

Pps: Happy Haunting to all!

Nothing Makes A Good Song Like A Spoiled King With A Fiesty English Teacher...

What are some strategies that you currently use to maintain a healthy mind, body and spirit?
In class we will be discussing personal wellness and alcohol for college students. So, please respond to the following phrase, "You do not have to be an alcoholic to experience problems with alcohol."
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Well, my biggest things which I do to maintain a healthy mind, body and spirit are:
A) Have "mommy time" with my mom, where we just sit and have special time together. I may be 17 years old, but every girl needs some time as mommy's girl, and my time calms me down.
B) I don't stress about my weight. I was obsessed with it so much in high school that I wasn't allowed to weigh myself. And I'm not as much of a food Nazi. If I want to eat something, I eat it. End of story.
C) Spirit wise...hmmm...well, as of late, my spiritual life has pretty much sucked. God and I aren't really getting along all that well right now, and it's my fault. I have my wants, and if they aren't apart of God's plans, well, he needs to make some changes in his book. There are somethings that I refuse to budge on. But I digress...
All in all, to stay happy and healthy in mind, body, and spirit, I do fun dumb things. I play a board game with my sister, a video game with my mom watching, or just sit back and watch NCIS.
On the subject of alcohol, I've been drunk twice in my life. The first time was with a friend, and I ended up calling my boyfriend's house at ten o'clock at night and rambling on for two hours. The second time was after my junior prom, where someone had spiked the punch. I was so sick that night; I had my face pressed to the toilet seat because it was cold, and my boyfriend ended up sitting with me in the bathroom running a hand through my hair. Not exactly the ideal after prom experience.
I am no where near an alcoholic, but I've had problems with the substance. I've sworn off of it until I'm legal, and then my limit is only one drink. Uno. Ichi. Un. (Dose bad spelling count for a foreign language?) And quite frankly, it I find out any of my music student friends are drinking (never mind the illegally part, I'm talking about at all), I'll whip them all. Not that I'd have to worry about that; we are music students after all. We don't have time to go and get drunk.
I'm not sure if that's a very good response to the given statement, but it's what I felt upon reading.
Now ladies (and gentelman), as it is late and I have an 8:30 class in the morning, I shall depart for now. The lovely calls from my bed are too tempting to resist. Until next time everyone! Ja Ne!

Trying to do homework while Glee is on is a very hard thing to do...

Yay! Another blog! Oh the joys of drowning in homework. After this I'm calling it a night, for sure. So, on to tonight's assignment!



Although I pretty much knew the things mentioned in the Wikipedia articles, I think it is so cool that the first Bachelor of Music degree was awarded in 1464. Have people really been crazy for so long?



On the subject of the Liberal Arts article, I find it very interesting liberal arts education has also been around since the Middle Ages.



As for 'marrying' the liberal arts concepts with my professional pursuits: my intended career is education. More specifically, Music Education. Music is a liberal art. So they're pretty much married already. Although I wouldn't have really realized it without reading from Wikipedia (and having my wonderful mom explain things to me.)



About the whole taking a non-musical class like Botany thing, I think it is important for music majors to wonder beyond the walls of our beloved music building. I mean, how awsome would it be to actually walk in the sunlight? But sarcasm aside, it is very important for students to pursue their non-musical interests. I don't know about anybody else, but I will totally be signing up for Harry Potter In Politics, and Intro to Modern Dance.

Finally, on the subject of Convocation: to be totally honest, I don't remember a whole lot of what was said by the speakers. It's not that I wasn't paying attention, I just could keep my mind focused on what they were saying due to the rolling of thousands of marbles and the ringing of multiple alarm clocks. The only thing I can really remember at the moment is the title of President Fleming's speech, "Make Things Happen." The only way any of us can truly bring about change not only in ourselves, but in the world around us, is through what we do with the education we recieve. Some of us will go on to write great music that will become classics, other will educate and/or heal children through music.

It seems so far away right now, but if you really think about it, we've only got four years until we start changing the world in our own way. Hard to believe, isn't it? Just think, we might be teaching eachother's children and going to watch eachother perform to sold out stadiums. Who knows?

Alright, I'm done. I hate when I get all mushy-gushy (despite how true the mushyness really is.) Well everybody, until next time (or when I randomly post another story I've written) I bid you all Ja Ne!!

College is a major hazord to your health...

So I'm bored, and I figured I would post a blog, just 'cause. Oh, and the title is totaly true, because I have been sick all week long!

So I'm just gonna post a story of mine that I wrote when I was younger, and see what you all think about it. Ok? Ok!

Ok, this is chapter one of an unfinished book called Somewhere In My Memories. I started writing it for an english project sophomore year, and my teacher liked it so much that he told me to keep writing. And I did...for a while, anyway.
So, let me know what you all think, and if you have any pointers or suggestions, just let me know!


Chapter 1: The Party
¯ I’ll keep you my dirty little secret (dirty little secret)
Don’t tell anyone or you’ll be just another regret¯
Stupid cell phone! I thought, reaching around and under my pillows madly. I didn’t think to turn on the lights or to check the clock on my bedside table; I just wanted to turn that stupid song off. I found my cell phone, flipped it open and pressed it to my ear.
“What?!” I said into the receiver in annoyance.
“Hey,” said a deep, velvety voice.
“What the heck do you want Malikai?!” I asked, flipping onto my back and using my left hand to rub my eyes. “It’s the middle of the night!”
He was quiet for a moment; I could hear bits of techno music in the back ground. “I was at Kumiko’s party, but it’s not that much fun without you to dance with,” he said.
“I didn’t know Kumiko was having a party,” I said excitedly, sitting up and crossing my legs Indian style.
Malikai sighed, and I knew he was shaking his head. “You really are the last person to learn anything in the town, aren’t you Day?” I could hear the smile in his voice.
I rolled my eyes. “I sure am Koji,” I said, using his always forbidden first name.
“Just hurry up and get over here Mizuki Day!” he said with malice in his voice; then he hung up.
“Well, that was rude,” I thought aloud.
Koji Malikai Yukimaura- a.k.a. Malikai or Kai- was the delinquent I had been friends with since I was six years old. He stood about six feet four inches tall and was three years my senior; we didn’t get to see each other that much. Parties with our kind were our only chance.
“I need to get my fat butt up,” I sighed, throwing the covers off of me. I walked around my dark room, pulling my night clothes off and pulling some regular clothes on. A black HIM tank(black fabric with a purple heart-a-gram) under a long sleeved fishnet shirt; fish net gloves that I pinned to my sleeves with five safety pins each. A lacey black skirt that went to my knees, black and red horizontally striped tights, and high top black converses.
I threw on my make up; face paler, dark red eye shadow, and heavy black eye liner. Then I ran a brush thought my black hair, giving myself a dramatic side part, making my hair swoop in front of my right eye.
I stood back from my floor length mirror and smirked. “I really do fit the part, don’t I?” I thought aloud. I flashed a smile and my reflection; I examined my “freaky looking” teeth, for lack of better term. My canines were set farther forward than in a normal mouth; they were also very (very) sharp. I could easily break skin with them.
I sighed, walking to my window and pulling back the heavy black drapes. I pulled the window open silently, cool October air hitting my face. I flung my legs over the windowsill and slid down three feet to the dead grass of my lawn.
I bolted; my arms flew back behind me, my head bent to the ground. My raven hair whipped around me as I watched my feet beneath me. Left, right, left, right. Disappearing and reappearing on the ground under me.
Running took neither my energy nor my breath; That’s another wonder of my kind.
I slowed, not needing to look to tell that Kumiko’s house was near. I could smell ecstasy, beer…and blood. I jerked to a stop, sniffing the air; Human blood.
“That can’t be good,” I muttered, jogging up to the front door. Loud techno music pumped through the glass windows; the volume increased as I pulled the front door open.
The scent of blood hit me hard; so hard that I had to cover my nose. Great… I thought to myself. Nothing like a vampiric rave… I stepped into the house, pushing past the many male and female vampires inside.
The song died out and was quickly followed by another; it was something from Dance Dance Revolution, but I didn’t know the name. I felt a hand on my shoulder; my free hand wrapped around the wrist attached to that hand tightly, my grip strong enough to break it, had it been human.
“Took you long enough!” Malikai had to yell in my ear for me to hear him.
I turned and wrapped my arms around his thick neck. “You know I wouldn’t miss a chance to see the old coven again!” I shouted into his ear with sarcasm in my voice.
The vampires around us glared at me, especially the females. They hated Kai for still speaking with me, but they wouldn’t dare attempt to throw him from the coven; he was the leader, the alpha male…
And I was a stray. The unwanted mutt that had been cast out of the coven, and that the alpha female would tear apart; but I didn’t have to worry about that. Kai had no mate, and I was in no danger…unless you count all the glaring females in the room around me.
The song ended, followed immediately by “When Angel’s Kiss.” I was trying to remember the artist when Malikai grabbed my hand and pulled me onto a make shift dance floor; a large living room with a hard wood floor stood, stripped of furnishings and close to empty, only a few couples along the walls, kissing and grouping.
Malikai pulled me to the center of the room and spun me around, my back pressing firmly to his strong chest.
“You think you can remember this?” he asked me, not having to shout over the soft music. His breath in my ear sent shivers down my spine.
“I can try,” I said, turning my head to smirk at him. He grinned back at me.
We danced; it was a sort of lover’s dance, with soft caresses and loving glances. As the song came closer to an end, the dance grew more slow and seductive; I watched Malikai. His movements were flowing and graceful, much better than my own. I was still awkward and human like, even after the ten years since my human death and vampiric rebirth.
The final move of our lover’s dance was an embrace. Our left arms wrapped around each other’s waists, our right arms in the air, out hands together, our finger’s laced. Kai gazed down at me longingly with crimson eyes. His gaze appraised me as he smirked. A blush leaked onto my face despite my efforts.
“You can let me go now,” I said, glaring at him darkly. He laughed at me warmly, releasing me and turned to walk out of the room.
I sighed, wrapping my arms around my self as I walked out of the room. I wasn’t cold; I felt so hollow without Kai beside me. I always felt empty whenever he, my creator, left my side.
I had been sixteen for the past ten years; I had known Kai for twenty. Kai had been nineteen years old for over a hundred years.
Kai had lived next door to me when I turned six. He lived in apartment 20B, while I lived in 21A. He would baby sit me on Friday nights when my birth parents would go out. He brought piles of college books with manga hidden in between the pages with him so he could do his home work (the manga was “for Japanese-English translation”, as he put it.)
We would sit at the kitchen table for hours working on home work and studying for entrance exams. He would often work on advanced Calculus, while I would work on addition. He would always take a break from his studies to drink a bottle of red liquid; I always thought it was super thick Kool-Aid, and one night, I asked him if I could have a sip. He laughed loudly, patted my head, and said, “Maybe when you’re older…”
A female bumped into me, then glanced at me, as if it were my fault. I knew she would have started a fight with me, but she wasn’t stupid (though her hair suggested other wise [blonde]). She knew Malikai was very protective over me, and that harming me would result in her being kicked out of the coven…or maybe killed.
I looked around the house, seeing familiar faces and new faces; they all glared at me.
“I guess when the coven grew, so did it’s distaste for me.” I muttered to myself. I wanted nothing more than to leave this house, leave Malikai, and the glares of my old covenant.
I had left my “family” (a very wrong term, but that’s what they claimed to be) after they attempted to kill a young woman. A young mother, about nineteen, very pretty with her tan skin, light brown hair, and emerald eyes.
When I first saw her, I thought that she was my mother, but then I remembered that both of my birth parents had died just before my death and rebirth. That was the whole reason Malikai changed me- Orphaned teens disappeared without a trace all the time.
A male in the coven -Damien, I think was his name- became obsessed with the young women…He and his gang within the coven began stalking her. One night, Damien went hunting for her, and I followed him. For some reason, I couldn’t let him harm her. I refused to see someone, who looked just like the mother I had lost, die.
I don’t remember much of that night- Just Damien attacking the young woman. Then he was dead, and my hands were covered with his blood. Then Malikai was holding me tightly to his chest, begging me to open my eyes. That night, I was put before the council (Malikai, Alexander, and Kristopher; the strongest vampires of the three northern covens), and charged with murder. Malikai advised me to just leave the coven; staying was a show of disrespect of the dead member, and I would be put to death by starvation…I would be locked away and given no blood, food, or water (you didn’t think that I just lived off the red stuff, did you?) until I wasted away or killed myself- which ever came first. I remember hanging my head and saying,
“I will willing leave the coven as repentance for my actions.”
Malikai stood beside me, acting as a kind of lawyer in a court case. He spoke in my defense, and preformed the Releasing Ceremony.
Alexander stood beside Kristopher before me, the entire coven behind me. Damien’s body had been taken to a secret location, where it was to be prepared for burial. His mate stood closest behind me, sobbing into the shoulder of another female in the coven. She glared at me and muttered curses under her breath in my initial direction.
“Do you acknowledge the crime that you have committed against the coven and one of your brothers?” Alexander asked, taking a step closer to me.
I nodded, fighting back tears of guilt…“I hadn’t meant to kill him, I really didn’t. I don’t remember doing it. He was going to kill her! Someone who was needed, who was loved! I couldn’t let him do that!” I thought, but held my tongue.
Kristopher took a step closer to me. “Do you acknowledge these accusations?!” he demanded.
“Yes.” I responded.
Kristopher nodded to Malikai, who turned to me and I turned to him. “Do you swear to never reveal the location of the coven stead?”
I nodded. “I swear.”
“Do you swear to never reveal the names or actions of you coven siblings?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Malikai held his hand out and I laid mine, palm up, in his. He pulled a small dagger out of his belt and pressed it to my wrist; I balled my hand up into a fist, hoping that it would make what was to come hurt less.
“With this blade, I curse thee. I cast thee from our circle for now and for all eternity.”
He dug the blade into my wrist; I winced. Alexander took a small bowl and held it under my arm, collecting the blood falling from the fresh wound. The bowl filled in a matter of seconds, and Malikai removed the blade from my wrist and wrapped a piece of black cloth on the wound. Alexander took the bowl of my blood to Kristopher, who lit a long match and placed it into my blood. A blue flame erupted in the bowl, beginning the dance that would destroy the gathered liquid that had fallen from my wrist.
“As the flames of hell will burn our blood until we are no more, We, the coven, burn blood collected from the vampire stated before us,” Kristopher said, glancing up and Malikai.
Malikai took a deep breath and stated my full name. “Mizuki Day Junko Hoshi.”
Kristopher then looked at me, a hint of sadness in his eyes. He hated putting me though this, but he had to; he couldn’t go against the coven law. “I, Kristopher Edmund Wrintworth, here by remove you, Mizuki Day Junko Hoshi, from our coven, for now and for all eternity. You shall never again be permitted to come to the coven stead, or act as a member of this coven. Do the other members of the council agree on this punishment?”
Alexander nodded solemnly. “I, Alexander DeMount Hughes, agree.”
Malikai nodded, but added something. “I, Koji Malikai Yukimaura, agree; on the condition that Mizuki be permitted to attend any coven gatherings -other than meetings- as long as I am her escort and I am present at the event.”
Kristopher looked up at him angrily. “And why should we do this?!” he asked, the flame from the bowl of my blood casting an evil glow on his face.
“She is my fledgling.” Malikai said protectively. “You know that I am to I care for my fledglings until they reach the age of 100...It is a custom that all blooded vampires have been taught and raised with; You know very well that I just recently was released from the care of my Blooder.”
Kristopher looked toward Alexander, who nodded and spoke. “Agreed; until she reaches the age of 100, Mizuki will be permitted to attend coven functions, other than meetings, as long as you escort her, Malikai.”
“NO!” The cry came from behind me. I turned to see Damien’s mate looking up from the shoulder of her friend. “I don’t want to see her face ever again! I want her dead!!!!!”
“Do you dare speak out against the council?!” Malikai yelled at her, wrapping his arms around me protectively. I guess he thought she was going to attack me.
Damien’s mate was pulled back into the crowd by her friend, and I was turned back toward Kristopher and Alexander.
“Are we agreed?” Malikai asked them.
They nodded. “Agreed…”
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts; I bumped into a male, quickly trying to move away from him, hoping to avoid another glare. I managed to find the stairs leading to the second floor.
I’m still not sure why, but something made me go up those stairs; some magnetic force pulled my legs up the stairs- left, right, left, and then right again.
At the top of the stairs was a hallway with a pink carpet. In front of me was a wooden door painted a matching shade of pink. I grimaced. Kumiko has awful taste in décor coloring… I thought, as I took a step closer to the door in front of me.
I could hear people inside; it was pretty obvious what they were doing, so I tiptoed to my left, past the door. The scent of ecstasy was very strong here…That was probably why they were…I shuddered, not really wanting to have impure thoughts right now…In front of me, at the very end of the hall was a glass door, opened, and leading to a small balcony. The fresh air beckoned to me, whispering promises of an escape from the sounds and scents of this house.
I reached the end of the hall relatively quick, despite my sluggish pace. The air was cooler than it was when I left my foster home, but it felt refreshing. My head cleared, even though I could still smell the human blood…I closed my eyes tightly. Hold strong…I thought. Don’t worry about the scent; just ignore it…it’s probably just from someone’s bottle and not an actual human body…calm down.
I heard a person mumble something under their breath; I turned my head to the left to see who I was sharing the balcony with. A blonde haired boy crouched in the corner formed by the balcony railing and the house exterior.
I stepped closer to him silently, not wanting to startle him. He sat shaking, clutching something to his chest; he cursed again.
I gently laid my hand on his shoulder; his skin was burning hot to my touch. “Excuse me…” I said, crouching down beside him. “Are you alright?”
I turned him toward me gently; he faced me, an appeased look on his face. He had a handsome face; his sandy hair was shaggy, hanging low in front of his eyes. His pale skin seemed to glow in the little light provided by near by street lights.
Hidden behind the curtain of his hair, his eyes were an ice blue- rare for a member of my kind (I could tell he was a vampire by his scent.) I noticed that there was blood on his lips and soaking the front of his black shirt…it was human blood.
“Are you alright?” I asked again, bringing my face closer to his; His pupils were dilated- a clear sign of feeding. The scent of human blood and beer came from his breath. He nodded at me, looking down at his chest; he clung protectively to an old Deer Park Water bottle that held the ‘blood beer’ mixture.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” he said, quietly…he looked down at his soaked shirt. “I just spilled my drink.”
“Who are you?” I asked him, sitting on my knees in front of him.
He seemed to relax a little; I saw his shoulders sag ever so slightly. He sat down Indian style in front of me and took a swig from the bottle. “Depends,” he said, wiping his mouth on his long sleeve. His shirt clung to his body tightly, showing off his lean muscles; his pants were very tight as well. I had to look away to avoid thoughts of perversion.
“Who wants to know?” he asked, giving me a sly grin. His eyes flashed mischievously as he looked me over.
“Mizuki Day Junko Hoshi,” I said, wishing that I had changed my name since being kicked out of the coven. My long name made me think back to Releasing Ceremony.
His eyes grew wide momentarily at the length of my name. “Got any nicknames, Squirt?” He asked me, never losing that sarcastic smirk.
“Day,” I said, stealing the bottle from his hands and taking a swig; the beer in it burnt my throat, but the blood was sweet and cool. I couldn’t imagine being a ‘good’ vampire who didn’t drink human blood.
“Pretty odd name for a vampire…” he said, stealing the bottle back from me and taking a drink from it for himself. “Who blooded you?”
I stopped for a moment. “You still haven’t answered my question,” I said, moving to sit beside him, leaning against the house exterior, my legs straight out in front of me.
He rolled his eyes at me with a forced sigh of fake irritation. “Triston,” he said. “Now answer my question.”
“Malikai,” I said quietly.
He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, a wide toothy smile spreading across his face. “So,” he said, stretching his lean arms up to the dark sky. “I’m sitting with the coven leader’s mate.”
My cheeks flushed red. “I am NOT Malikai’s mate!” Why dose everyone assume that since I’m Malikai’s fledgling, I’m his mate? How could any person come up with that?! Sure, there was the whole protecting me thing during my trial, but Triston didn’t know about that! For Christ‘s sake, I‘m pretty much Malikai‘s kid!!… I thought.
“So, whose mate are you?” he asked me with the un-hide able curiosity that most mate-less males had.
“No one’s,” I said sharply. “Why dose it matter to you?”
He laughed merrily, winding his arm behind my shoulders. “Because, my dear!” he said, handing me the bottle of blood beer. “It’s bad for a young man - such as myself- to share a drink with a taken member of the coven he is about to join.”
I took another drink of the blood beer. “Well, you needn’t worry…I am neither taken, nor a member of this coven. At least…not anymore…”
He gave me a strange look. “Then why are you here?” he asked.
“Malikai,” I sighed, tracing the mouth of the bottle with my pinky. “I can only come to parties like this when he asks me to them…And when ever he wants to see me, I come, no matter what time it is or where he is…it’s pathetic…” I said, guzzling down the rest of the blood beer.
“Yeah,” he said, taking the empty bottle from me and throwing it from the balcony. “It is pathetic…”
You weren’t supposed to agree with that… I thought. “Gee, thanks.” I sighed sarcastically.
We both sat quietly then; Triston took his arm from around my shoulders and let it rest at his side. I let my arm fall onto his, not really caring what Triston thought. He took my hand in his and laced his long pale fingers though mine.
“You know,” he said, pulling our hands up to show them to me. “I can help you to not seem so pathetic.”
I looked up at his handsome face; he was looking right back at me with his beautiful icy eyes. He lowered his face to mind, placing his lips on my cheek. Fire erupted across my face, despite my greatest efforts.
Bad face! My mind yelled. Bad face!! Don’t blush! You’re not supposed to blush!!
Triston grinned at me as I fought with my face…”How cute,” he said mockingly, putting the tip of his nose to the tip of my own.
“And how, may I ask,” I said, taking some courage from some where with in myself and using it to move my face to where our lips were almost touching. “Do you plan to make me not seem pathetic?”
He grinned at me. “By doing this.” he said, and then he gently pressed his lips to mine.
After a moment, we pulled apart, Triston grinning at my rosy cheeks…If only being ‘undead’ meant not blushing, I thought.
“So,” he said, never releasing my gaze from his own. “If you’re willing, we can be mates…you’re pretty hot. Or would you rather some other title?” He was speaking sarcastically… really all I would have been to him was a…partner in bed…
He took his index finger and thumb and gently took my chin in between them. He forced me to look up at him, my golden eyes practically popping out of my head.
“Um, er…how about dating?” I asked, him, my voice shooting up an octave. I refuse to be degraded from honorable vampire to some cheep whore! I thought. Even if this guy is really hot!
“Dating?” Triston asked, clearly confused.
I looked at him strangely. Only the very, VERY old vampires don’t know what dating is. I thought.
“Um…” I started, tapping my lower lip with my right index finger. “Courtship?”
“Oh!” Triston sighed, smacking himself in the forehead. “Okay, then,” he released my hand and stood. He jumped up onto the railing, balancing on the thin metal rail on the balls of his feet as he looked back at me.
“Dating,” he laughed. “I like that idea!” He jumped up into the air, a smile plastered on his face.
“Hey!” I called after him. “Wait a second!”
And then he was gone; I sat on the balcony, confused, as the blood beer began making me drowsy (it’s a very potent drink to vampires, especially those who were not completely matured humans when they were changed; the alcohol effected me like it would any human sixteen year old.)
My head was spinning, and I could feel warmth in my cheeks. “I really shouldn’t drink…” I thought aloud. “It really messes with me…”
So, I thought. I’m dating a vampire who is A) Looking for a sex buddy; B) Who is a total stranger to me, and C) Who is about to join the coven that wants me dead…That is so the last time I talk to a strange, hot guy with eyes that make me melt…
“This is going to be interesting,” I said, placing the heel of my hand on my forehead, trying my best to stay awake. I could feel my body swaying from side to side as I slowly slipped from consciousness.
“Mizuki?”
My eye focus was failing me as I slowly turned my head to the right. A tall blurry figure was standing over me.
“Mizuki?” The figure asked me again; it sounded strangely familiar. I felt a hand on my forehead, and the figure sighed loudly. “Only you would be stupid enough to wear a tank top outside in the middle of February…”
An arm went under my knees as another went behind my back. I felt myself being lifted up off the ground by a force that I could tell was stronger than my own. I rested my head on a masculine shoulder, and breathed in the scent of men’s cologne.
“Malikai…” I murmured to the force that carried me as I slipped into unconsciousness.

And so, here you have it! Let me know what you all think! See you on Monday!!!

Blog # 1: Any Away We Go!

Guess who is extremely happy about surviving her first week of college? This person! Unfortunately for me, the mountain of homework placed before me is quite frightening, so I figured I would start on an assignment that I would acctually enjoy.
So, why did I decide to go to college? Well, there was never really any other option; college was a part of my future from the time I was small. My Dad would always say things to me about, "When you go to college..." It was alway when, never an if.
Well, there's one question answered, now on to the next! Why did I decide to come to Converse? I thought this would be an easy one for me to answer, but when I started thinking about it on my morning commute, I realized that I really did'nt know why I chose Converse. I mean, yeah, it's one of the best colleges in the state, and sure, they have a rocking music school, but other than that I really didn't know. And then I remember that Converse was the only place my dad would let me apply to. " You can go to school anywhere you want as long as it is a four year school and as long as you can drive home every day," Dad would say to me. So I guess that's what sealed my fate. That and the scholarships; those are definatly a major reason why I came.
Yay! Only two more to go! Ok, what could possibly be possessing me to make me study music? The Devil, maybe? I don't know, I guess I'm studying music because it's something I've always been good at, and I've always had a special relationship with it; I love it when I can't have it, and hate it when it's shoved in my face. Maybe it's not such a good idea to major in music if I have having it shoved down my throat. But I'm getting off track.
Finally: If I woke up tomorrow and couldn't do any kind of music anymore, what would I do instead? At first I thought about being a singer, but then I remembered that that was musically involved, so that went out the window. Then I thought that I could be a writer, because that's something I've always loved to do, and then, it hit me! I would definatly have to be an actress. I would love to be in a movie! A big paycheck from a major Hollywood production would pay off my school loans, and I would be debt free! But ultimately, I would want to be the lead role in the movie adaptation of the book The Summoning by Kelley Armstrong. I would fight every major starlet in the industry for that role.
Yay! I finished! Now I leave my wonderful audience to go do more mundane things such as practice piano and read theory. Until next time, I bid everyone Ja Ne!
Your's always,
The Amazing Katie Mae
Ps: Ja Ne is japanese slang for 'see ya!'