Miss Morbid and the Stormy Night

Hey reader,

I guess I'm so badass that I have a kitten on my shoulder rather than a parrot. I'd show you a picture but it's really dark in here and I don't want to move to get a light incase Vladimir (the kitten) falls off.

Today will be a dark and stormy night according to my window and the weather guy. So I'm excited! I love it when it rains and I'm inside. I know that's really bad because a lot of people do not have nice, cozy homes to watch the rain in but I'm a bitch.

I used to work on a story where the first scene was of a group of homeless kids and their leader, Banshee, going into a homeless shelter because there is a storm outside. I really liked writing for that protagonist (whom I called Zombie). I think I'm going to blend the story somehow with Crimson Brown's Betrayal.

I don't think I've shared the details of my work-in-progress novel that I think I will turn into a series. One thing I love about rainy days: you have to stay inside so it gives you a whole 24 hours to write and plot and sometimes sleep.

So, where was I? Oh yeah, the details of my story. Right now I'm calling it Crimson Brown's Betrayal but I'm not sure if it will stick. I really like it but you never know. I'm still trying to work on summarizing it but this is a good try I think:

"Crimson Brown was the apprentice to a sorcerer who had trained her since she was a small child. But after that sorcerer tried to take over the World of Myths, he was killed and she was banished with her powers taken away.

Now, it's a year later and Crimson is trying to struggle through the human world when four familiar enemies show up. They need Crimson's knowledge of Dark Powers to take down an even bigger threat. This is Crimson's only chance at getting her powers back and she will not let her dead lover's friends or his brother mess this up."

It's a work in progress. Right now I have a few chapters and a rough outline. I hope I can finish the first draft and learn to live with my "inner editor" (as stated by Naked Without a Pen).

Miss Morbid and the Stupid B+'s

Hey reader,

Tuesday was the third Middle College massacre of 2010 and the first one that I was also a victim of. That's right. Children slaughtered after getting home from school by perfectionist parents. Report cards for the first quarter came out.

I'm usually a good student. I used to get all A's when I went to the Christian school where I was miserable at. Then, I took advanced classes in public school. Only two B's. Then, one B in independent study. Yeah, I went to three seperate high schools last year for sophomore year. I was not a troublemaker, I simply liked to call-out the troublemakers. The troublemakers didn't like that very much.

Now that I'm in an advanced high school at a college campus, subjects are getting a bit difficult especially since a couple of my classes are with actual college teachers and I have peers who are in the college. So, the only A that I got that was not a study hall class was US History (because I'm a history buff who gets 104's on almost all her tests). Although, I didn't get a grade for my college class African American Studies, which probably would have been an A too.

Other than that guess what I got? B in Spanish and three B+'s. That's BS! I've gotten through my entire life, nothing short of A's in English on my report card. I know I shouldn't be complaining. I know you probably want to jump through the computer and slap me because it could be so much worse but... but... B+'s are just another way of saying "almost there but you're not good enough!"

I don't know... it's just a blow to my self esteem because I pride myself on my essay writing skills. Plus, my boyfriend got all A's on his report card and he's taking harder classes then me. I don't even have a math class this semester. I just feel down...

I can understand the B+ in physics but in English 3 and Expository Reading and Writing, that's just unacceptable for me.

I WILL get an A in both classes by the end of the semester. That's really the point of this post, to set myself accountable and to set my goal. I WILL NOT get a B+ in English and Expo. I WILL get an A!

Sorry for probably boring you with my stupid rant...

Miss Morbid and the NaNoWriMo Challenge

Hey reader,

Yesterday I signed up for my very first try at NaNoWriMo. If you're just as confused as I was when I saw the name for the first time last year, it's actually short for National Novel Writing Month. The premise of the challenge is to basically write a 50,000 novel in 30 days.

I know. Crazy but apparently it has been done before (probably with people who are not in junior year of high school). Despite the almost definite prediction of failure, I decided to try it. And, if I do actually succeed (and subsequently fail all my classes) then at least I finally have that first draft to a book I've wanted since I was in fifth grade.

Now, it's just a matter of which story idea from my "Idea Vault" folder I will choose. I have so many ideas in that folder, saved up from four years of brain scattering. Now, I just need to go through all my old ones and see which one I think I would enjoy writing in one month. Either way, though, I think this is going to cause major headaches. At least I have my Advil!

And at least, since I now go to a high school on a college campus, I can take my laptop with me to school so on my free time I'll be typing away, ignoring my friends and my boyfriend for a whole month. Haha no kisses for boyfriend till I get this first draft done in a month!

I'll post more about NaNoWriMo and I'll probably post which idea I'm going to build the novel around once I figure it out myself.

Miss Morbid and the Search for Friends

Today was as exciting a day as any with a physics midterm it was sure to be a wonderful, beautiful day. Not. Who cares if my calculations for acceleration on the test had an accuracy rate of -25.93 %? I at least got a C... I hope.

All well. I'm so excited for Halloween. I wish I could do something on this blog for Halloween like have one of those fancy smangled "blog parties" as they call it but I think I might get too depressed if no one else "attends" my blog party. Plus, I don't know how to do one.

If I'm still posting next year, I'll try to do "13 Days of Halloween!" Does that sound good?

So I think I'm either going to be Death or a gothic ballerina for Halloween. Either way, I can't go trick-or-treating anymore but I still have to look my spooky best when I pass out candy don't I?

Any other Gothic bloggers out there? Or writers who happen to appreciate the darkness? I want to make some friends... I've tried joining the book bloggers blogosphere (tongue twister!) but I do not read quick enough. I've tried joining the pagan bloggers blogosphere but then I realized that I really dislike religion in either way. Then, the writers blogosphere but not that many people want to talk to me. Sad face. All well.

Miss Morbid and the Cartoons of the 90s

Hey reader,

Today I was watching the latest Shane Dawson video (yes I love Shanaynay) and he was talking about cartoons from the 90s briefly. Whenever someone mentions old TV shows that I used to watch when I was four, I'm totally engrossed. I love cartoons from the 90s because they remind me of my childhood of sitting on the living room carpet with a bunch of crayons and paper, watching episodes of Rugrats and Doug that I've seen a million times before.

I love it.

So, I thought I would talk about my obsession with cartoons from the 90s. Cause I'm a 90s baby.

First of all, I would like to make a complaint to Craig Bartlett, the creator of Hey Arnold!: why did we never find out what Arnold's last name is!? I know that there is some speculation that it is Shortman but still! I need to know things for sure Bartlett! And I forget if we ever heard the story of how Arnold's parents disappeared. I don't think you put that in either Bartlett! God! (If I'm wrong, someone please correct me and put the name of the episode any of this shit is explained but I don't think it is).

I remember Hey Arnold!, Rugrats, Doug, Catdog and all those other Nickelodeon cartoons. Nickelodeon was my addiction when I was younger. Although, sometimes I did stray to Disney Channel's cartoons until they screwed them all up (except for Phineas and Ferb, that show's the bomb despite it not being from the 90s).

However, I must say that my first crush will also remain in my heart (and I don't mean Chistopher from Tiny Tots) but it was... the dark haired planeteer whose name I didn't know until two seconds ago when I looked it up on Google, Ma-Ti from the TBS show Captain Planet and the Planeteers. I know it started four years before I was born but that's beside the point. The point is that in those reruns they would show my four-year-old self, I fell in love.

And that love of dark-haired and dark-skinned boys continues to this day. My current boyfriend is half Mexican. Yeah... so that set my standard for good looks, Ma-Ti.

I never was into Pokemon or Yuguio or whatever the hell you call it but oh man... I also remember this old cartoon of a bunch of cats wearing clothes and saving the world... I forget what it was called.

So I hope this didn't bore you too much. Now I'm off to bed now that I took the time I was supposed to spend on doing physics homework to write this. I miss those days with crayons instead of ballpoint pen and number 2 pencils and the days without PSAT, you only had to worry about PwSoAT (Peeing while Sitting on A Teacher).

Miss Morbid and the Vampiric Enegizer Kitty

Hey reader,

My kitten is currently jumping around my room like a banshee without wails. He especially loves biting my feet and legs. You should see my legs. They look like I was in a fight with either scissors or needles or whatever. It seems every time he comes near me, it's to bite me! He was rightfully named Vladimir Fang.

I guess I'm writing because I have nothing else to write (fiction wise). I mean, of course I have something to write but... I really need to start planning out Crimson Brown's Betrayal, a book that I'm writing. I wrote only a few pages of chapter five today and now I'm afraid I'll have to go back and rewrite the eleven page Word document that is chapter four. I'm going to have a lot to edit when I finish... if I finish.

I hope I do finish but I've never finished a book before and I've wanted to write one since fifth grade.

Just thought I'd share those concerns. Even though you probably don't care.

Miss Morbid and the Handshake

Hello reader,



The school was abuzz today with the latest gossip of someone getting back together with someone for the third or fourth time. I can't judge, I got back together with my now long-ex boyfriend five times. Everyone is saying "oh so-and-so shouldn't have done that!" and all this other stuff. I can actually tell where so-and-so is coming from. It's hard getting rid and detoxing after yet another break up when you've been with the person for a long time or you had a milestone or two with them.



My now-boyfriend (whom I have had no drama with- yet) met my sister today. It was very good and he actually shook her hand. My sister told me afterward that she was joking around with mom saying that if she sees him, he better shake her hand!



I turned in that ten page research report (yay! It's done!) and now have to study for a test for the exact same class. I guess in college, you never get a break now do you?

Miss Morbid and the Worthless Class

Hey reader,

So today in the most worthless class ever (expository reading and writing), we discussed the "issues". Well... partly.

Okay, first you're probably wondering why a writer, like myself, would hate their expo. reading and writing class. Number one: I hate the teacher. She thinks all the students are so stupid, making us sound out "big words" like nostalgia to second grade. I mean, come on, we're juniors in high school. And, she also has this habit of lashing out at students, trying to make them feel bad about themselves. She's done that to me at least twice this year so far.

Number two: We don't even get to write. We get to "learn" how to read. Again, we did that in second grade but now the teacher's going on about "having a conversation with the author while reading". What the hell?

At least the other class with the other teacher gets to write. I know, I go in that class because I don't have anything else to do at that time and my boyfriend is in that class.

Okay, and now she's talking about "reading with the grain" and "reading against the grain". I know how to read without believing what the book or article says (I've read the Bible).

Oh, and let's not forget number three: we need to become better writers by actually reading matters that are relevant. Without relevance, we have no clue what the hell they're talking about. And not to mention the fact that we're doing all these checklists for reading. Who in the world keeps a checklist by them while they read? Apparently my expo. teacher and whoever wrote that goddamn book we're reading out of.

I guess the checklist thing counts as number four so now I'm going to go to the last one, number five: our teacher makes instructions so vague, no one knows what the hell she's talking about! We spent the first five minutes of our group work trying to decipher the hieroglyphics that is our teacher's speech.

Now that I've got that all cleared up, I just wanted to make this little note. The whole reason I wrote this post was for very little reasons, one: to introduce you to the most horrid class in my school. And two: issues are more important than baseball, football, soccer, ect...

One group decided to talk about the death penalty. It was interesting and I'm really for letting the assholes of the world die (sometimes I think for certain crimes they should bring back the electric chair). Barely anyone commented during that group's discussion but immediately after, the next group decided to talk about the debate between "which is the best sport?"

God... who cares? Apparently the youth of America do because then there was a Sahara sandstorm of opinions.

There were absolutely no opinions on the real issues but these fake issues get center stage. I'm a very political person for someone who is not allowed to vote yet and I just find it sad that the old past-time of debate is trumpled by the past-time of baseball.

Miss Morbid and the Beginning

Hello to the one person who is probably reading this (hi mom). I really should be working on my research report that is due in four days and I've only got half of it done but... the hell with my future, I'd rather write goddammit!

Well maybe I should start off this blog thing by telling you a little bit about myself. I'm a teenager who writes fiction stories and one day hopes to see one of her novels on the New York Times Bestseller List. Yep, I'm a dreamer.

I've been trying to write a book for the past seven years and have yet to accomplish that goal. I was working on a five-part book series for three years before I realized it just wouldn't work out and now I'm moving on to my next project, currently named: Crimson Brown's Betrayal.

It's going to be at least a trilogy (I really need to plan it out) about a girl who was the apprentice to an evil sorcerer who tried to take over the World of Myths. After he was killed, Crimson (our protagonist) was banished to the Powerless World after having her own powers be striped away. Now, it's a year later and the World of Myths needs her knowledge of dark powers to take down an even bigger threat.

What do you think? Please comment.

All well. I'm doing that, trying to get through junior year of high school and raising a now-seven-week-old kitten menace named Vladimir. It's going to be a long year.