Still a Writer?

So, I guess it's confession time-

I haven't written any short stories, or done anything in my novels, since November.

A few poems here and there is all.

I'm totally uninspired to write *anything* of length. Poetry, sure, I can cook you up a poem any time of day about just about anything. But lengthy writing with characters, plot, and more than three pages? Not recently.
 I look around me and see all these aspiring authors and authoresses who are always just plowing along through their writing, and they seem to never lose sight of a goal or lose their creativity. They also happen to be really good at it.

Starting at the beginning of this,
I've always been a 'writer'. I was writing stories at age 8, and I haven't stopped since.
 For 3 years, I mulled over some characters and ideas I'd come up with-who knows when; it's been so long, I've forgotten. Eventually, I decided to write a book about all these ideas and characters at age 12. I've had the same book sitting around in my documents for 4 years now. I only stopped writing on that thing 3 times; the first time being after I wrote the first chapter-I didn't write again for nearly a year. The second time being after I lost 20+ pages in a computer crash. The third time is now.
 As to my NaNo novel, I must admit I really, really, really love it. It's something I put a lot of time, effort and brain-power into, but no matter what I do...no inspiration comes. I can't finish it, or wrap up any lose ends. I have no idea where to begin or end the thing.

 I don't think anything is distracting me-I've tried ellimenating multiple things that could be the cause of the blockage on my creativity, but alas...banning myself from YouTube and forum sites does not help me refocus.

 I *can* locate one source of problems.
 Change of career choice.

 So, I never really thought I would be a professional writer anyway, right? But there was part of me that probably hoped I would.
 Now, I've change my focus to become a linguist. I want to learn to speak lots of languages fluently, and I'd love to teach other people to speak different languages, too. Communication is extremely fascinating to me; not to mention I love words, grammar...all of that jazz that also goes into the construction of language. 
 Apparently...I'm really good at it.

 I, honestly, don't think so, but I love it, so isn't that just as important?

 Rethinking stuff, I suppose I'm still a writer. I'll probably always write on the side; especially poetry.
 But I think I've found some things I really like-even more than I like writing. That's...saying a lot. >.<


 Okay, I think I'm done with my rant. All you writer friends that want me to help you edit things-I'm still available. All you writer friends that wanted to collaborate-I'm still horrible at it, but I'm still available.


 Bye!
 Ja-ne!
Anyeong!

 -Argent

Never Had a Thing For Cars...

So, I'm that geeky girl who's never had a thing for cars, used to spend all her time in books (still does...they're just schoolbooks), and was always at a loss to this whole car adoration thing.

But last night, I found one.

The FIRST one I had ever thought was absolutely amazingly awesome.

This is it-

The Mercedes SLS AMG. Sorry for the lack of pictures, I'm new to this.

So, you have to credit Mom, once again, in getting me interested in this car. I was watching videos and she spotted it and about had a heart attack. She's apparently a big Mercedes person, and so for a long while after that, we sat around watching videos of this car. Test runs and the engine starting up...and then we got to watch a race between Porsche, Lamborghini and this one...
Sadly, the SLS totally lost.
The Lamborghini is fast. O.o But I don't like the really loud roaring/buzzing engine...I like the purring/humming of the Mercedes, lol

So that's it for today...I finally found a sportscar I like. XD

-Argentia

Last year today...

Crystal clear skies
And pale, hollow sunlight



It's December 12th...I'm sitting in front of my computer with a cup of chai tea, sipping it lazily, watching a good show that finally has English subtitles.
I'm doing nothing in particular as I dream of the snow that I wish would fall before Christmas. It rarely ever does; I only remember one truly white Christmas in this town.
I'm wasting time by being envious of people elsewhere who have had it snow already. Our seasons are somewhat more unpredictable.
 It was around this time a year ago that some friends came to our house to make truffles; my mom's special Christmas treats that she somehow manages to get talked into doing at least once a year. Normally, it's a result of me, being the chocoholic that I am. But on this particular day, I wasn't looking forward to it at all. I was quite distraught, with all of my shyness, as to what exactly I was going to talk about with these people.
 I guess it's the way the sunlight streams into our kitchen this afternoon that makes me think of it. I remember everything so clearly, even though it was a year ago! It was a really interesting day.
 I can't say the same for today. Though I feel like it's a day where I should be up, going places, doing things, I feel like staying right here and not doing anything. I finished the episode. Now I've gone on to writing a post and editing a novel.
 I haven't touched the novel I wrote last year. I probably need to.
 I was watching D.Gray-man this time last year. I sort-of want to go watch D.Gray-man again, just because I can. XD Right now, I'm watching a lot of K-dramas, though, and hoping to finish Durarara!! at some point.
 I'm surprised that last year I was so oblivious to what was going on around me, and that this year things are so much different. ^.^;
 I'll probably go do laundry later and clean my room...which has returned to it's passtime of looking like a dump. >.>
 
 *sigh* It's an apathetic Monday.

 -Argentia

Then I thought about it...

"...I’ve been nervous and worried under the pressure that I had to please people.”

 It happens to be the first day in a while that I can connect my thoughts enough to really *understand* what sentences and situations actually mean to me, rather than just sort-of nodding my head and going on, so please expect more writing. >.< I've got about fifteen drafts of blog posts that I haven't published yet haven't deleted, and I'm not sure why, but maybe they will eventually see the light of day. I still feel a bit confused when I try to sit down and write, and focusing is hard, but, I'm doing much better compared to last Wednesday. What's better, I can breathe! XD
 The above sentence in italics inspired the thoughts that follow.

..............................

 Although I am tempted to expect a person who is older than me to immediately be able to take care of themselves and to understand what their intentions, motivations, aspirations and emotions are, I'm slowly starting to realize that sometimes, adults don't always realize what they want, either. It's not just a thing that we 'teenagers' 'young adults' or whatever, who are stuck in between, suffer from. Adults are also sometimes trying to figure out what they want and who they are. I'm not the type for philosophy, so I won't go on and on about searching for self worth or anything like that (I'm a Christian, so my self-worth and the point of my life is found in Christ-therefore, I don't even worry about those things), but there are times when a person is just confused about everything, including themselves.

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 I am inspired to write thoughts upon sentences deemed insignificant by most.
 To me, that one statement means so much, because for one thing, I relate to it so well.^.^

Something else I care to write, but I'm saving it for a few hours...I have lots to do. T.T


 -Argentia Krystofel

Poem, My Newest Endeavor, and NaNo

On funny note this picture reminds me of my times spent in Florida on vacation in January several years ago. It was fun, I can't say I miss it too much until I saw this picture. The only difference...I think this was taken in L.A. I wish my friends in Cali weren't total nut cases or I'd go over and visit sometime. XD

Place I cannot name

People I don't always know

I'm living here, you're living there

I'm part of a country, of a world of people

It's a feeling in a place of world renown.

Don't be so distant, vague or lukewarm

Do you feel dead inside?

Faces en mass, always grim

Never will I find the courage here

The here-and-now of this world

I'm part of a place, a group I mustn't leave

It's the depth of my soul that's calling out

Don't be so lost, so dark, so hopeless

Do you feel dead inside?

Does the scorn hurt or blind or make you reconsider?

Does it make you wish you were here?

It's...a strange poem. I was mostly rather confused at the moment when I wrote it.

My newest endeavor-To get well. I've got a sinus infection, and I'm warning you-You don't ever want one. >.< Ahem, actually, I have three newest endeavors.

 The first is to get over my sinus infection.

 The second is to actually start learning how to write/read Japanese. Since I've got books for it, I might as well start. But I want to do it with...dedication. With a schedule. 

 The third is to become more daring. More willing to do whatever I must to do whatever I want to do. I can't do things when I'm scared to death to take risks and make mistakes. Maybe I can be afraid, but I need to be willing to take risks, to spite my fear.

 As to Nano-Yeah, I didn't make it this year. When you feel like your sinuses are going to explode and you're running a (low-grade) fever with chills, you won't feel like cranking out 3000 words, either. Still, I feel sad about it because, honestly, I could have done it today. The antibiotics, the sinus rinse, the Nasonex and the lemonade (to drink, not to put in my nose. :P) have made this entire day WAY better than yesterday. With that in mind, I feel bad because NaNo didn't last a day longer. I feel bad that the last day of November, my favorite month, and a good friend's birthday, was spent shirking duties and running amuck trying to get stuff to make me better and to write notes to people I don't know. I don't really *regret* doing those things...I just wish the day had been at least...10 hours longer? :P

 At any rate, my novel is no where near complete, and I still have to write a lot of scenes, but for now I want to edit, because I know what I wrote in the latter part of this month is absolute crap so I need to fix it.

 Besides.

 My male characters talk too much and act like girls, so...ummm...I need to really do something about that.

 The good news is I started out well, I still think I started out well, and I know that with that I can edit and make this amazing! ^.^

Onward to make up for two days of missed History, Bible, Science, Math, and Grammar, and three missed days of Geography. I get the feeling I'll be doing school on Saturday...don't you?

-Argent

Sweet Sixteen

Cliche title. XD

 So, yesterday was my 16th birthday. I made my favorite cinnamon muffins for breakfast, and though made with oat flour they surprisingly didn't all fall apart.
 I received so many Facebook posts of Happy Birthday that I just had to smile practically the whole day! ^.^ I received three very sweet cards, and some great little gifts (including noise-reducing earbuds from my dad-ISTJ's and ISFJ's think a like, no? Kill those noises!). Mom has made me an amazing chocolate cheesecake that I'm going to get to enjoy in a little bit once she's done the ganache (yes, she's amazing like that), and tomorrow, Dad and I get to go up to Blacksburg to the Oasis food store and I'm going to pick up a load of Japanese, Korean, and Chinese stuff, along with maybe some European things (Oasis doesn't carry much European food...gotta go to Winston-Salem or Charlottesville for that). I'd say my birthday is going to last practically the whole weekend!
 So, aside from being very happy and very excited about Saturday, I don't feel any change. >.< Unlike last year, when I was thinking 'Oh, yes, I'm definitely fifteen now', this year I haven't thought anything like that. I guess compared to last year I feel different. Actually, yes, comparatively, I do feel much different. Leading me to believe being sixteen is a slow change.
 Still, it feels weird to say-I'm sixteen.
 Because, honestly, I watched all my other friends who were sixteen, and I thought they were really cool. So it makes me nervous to think that kids that are younger than me are watching me like I watched my sixteen-year-old friends.

 I'm going to be a horrible example, lol.

 -Argentia Krystofel

Because...I feel like it!

Yeppers, that's why I'm posting. I have a numerous amount of topics swirling around in my mind at present to begin posting about, but the one I seem to be totally distracted with lately is just one in particular.

 Japan.

 Now, of course, I'm always thinking of Japan. It's always in my heart, it's always something dear to me. But as of the past few days, Japan has been a really big deal for me. In other words...I want to travel there.
 Eventually, I will. I just know it, like...well, I won't bother explaining. Why should I, anyway, when most wouldn't understand the reasoning behind it? It's rare to meet that many people in these parts who want to leave their country on a voyage to another, simply because they are absolutely in love with the culture and the language.
 To be quite honest, I've had a lot of people tell me the Japanese are extremely strict. And I will agree that in some areas of Japan, or in some places, they probably are. News flash-
 I don't care. 
 Somehow, the impossibilities and inconveniences now seem a completely irrelevant topic. I'm going to Japan. Do or die.
  Okay, maybe not. If the Lord will's it, I'm going to Japan. XD But I'm serious about it, that's for sure. It's not because of anime...sure, I'd love to be in the country where that art-form originated, but I truly do have an interest in the cultural quirks of the people living in Japan.
 I also have this desire to visit Korea. Since it's only a sea's leap away from Japan, I wish it were as easy as saying that.
 The closest I've been is this-I've had a single offer to go to little Japan and Korea in Manhattan, but sadly, I don't know how to arrange that with the woman who offered it to me. Plus, my allergies have to be taken into consideration.

 Somehow, to spite all of this...it seems close. I remember one winter when we were sick, and my mother borrowed a video on Japan from the library. I watched it with my dad. It had a special part about the tradition of sword-making. I'm certain my eyes were as wide as saucers. My mom was laughing at me because I wouldn't stop talking about those swords.

 "They really put forth effort into making those things! They really care about it. I can just see one now; working away, pounding those Japanese virtues of strength and honour into the blade. "

 She thought I was just being silly, but after a few years, I'm still stuck on Japanese swords, and pottery, and paper...
 Green tea. Everyone I know says it's bitter. I drink it straight; no cream, no sugar, no nothing. It's delicious. And I eat my desert before I drink my tea. Why? Because you're supposed to compare the bitter with the sweet when you drink it.
 It's like a balancing beam. The sweet makes the bitter even stronger, but the bitter makes the sweet, sweeter. They're always going back and forth, back and forth, bitterest, sweetest, bitterest, sweetest...
 Maybe it's the quiet analogies that surprise and enthral me. I don't know. But I do know that I do love the culture. There are many things wrong with it, many errors in their ways of thinking, but all the same; there are errors in every culture.
 I neither turn away and choose to ignore them, nor do I accept them as okay. I simply address them as what they are-wrong, and I try to enjoy the good aspects.



-Argentia Krystofel

Summer-full of enjoyable and not-so-very-enjoyable things...

To make a blog post....since I haven't posted in a while...

This summer has been/is interesting. Somehow, to spite being a relatively head-in-the-clouds person, the teenage/highschool drama decided to hunt me down this year. I must say that it can all be boiled down to about three points.

-God gave us our parents for a reason.

-Parents should act like parents.

-Someone isn't doing their job.

So there! I found a solution! XD

So right about now I'm being stubborn and enjoying my life, and my summer.

I've baked cookies and iced them with my little sister, I've listened to music (OWL CITY!!!!!!!!!!!!) super-loud, I've made these little drinks by taking raspberry chocolate coffee creamer (I can't have coffee because it makes me sick and everyone knows I just need more sickness) and put it in milk, stir it around, and viola! It's actually really good; flavor isn't as strong as strawberry/chocolate milk that you get in the store, or even the mix stuff. It's more...delicate. I like to go out in our front yard and sip it under our big oak tree. Our neighbors must think I'm crazy, but I don't care because...I don't care. XD

I like pink lemonade. I've been drinking a lot of that. I also have been eating a lot of food from our raised bed gardens (check it out at my mom's new blog here-http://timestooshort.blogspot.com/ ). It's all so yummy!

I've been going to Goodwill and maniac-shopping! LOL, yes, I am doing something girly! The other day I found a dress by the designer 'twenty-one.' The top part was annoying and far too low-cut, and I had no idea what to put under it to put a stop to this low-cut-ness, so I just pulled out my seam-ripper and took the top from the bottom! Viola, I have an amazing little skirt that looks so fashionable and summery. I'm wearing it Sunday. :)

I love being a teenager. Yeah, fifteen isn't QUITE everything that I bargained it would be, but maybe next year will be better. I think eventually I'll look back on fifteen and think-Wow, I didn't like it but MAN I learned a lot.

And besides. I'm having fun here at home for once. I'm not wishing I could be somewhere else. I'm not chatting with friends 24/7, and I'm actually talking to my siblings more often. I'm reading books. Books are amazing things. I recommend Lloyd Alexander. He is my new favorite author (I never had one before) and the writer of the Westmark Trilogy, the Prydain Cycle (The Black Cauldron, anyone?), and The First Two Lives of Lukas-Kasha (Amazing, unique, funny, slightly strange, rascal-starring book that I love) and many more. Go. Read. XD. I also recommend G.A. Henty, for books that are slightly more educational and don't take place in the town of Zara-Petra or the world of Westmark. I must say a lot of Henty books are very hard for me to read and I get bored about half-way through, but a few of them really have captured me and taken me along for the ride. Albeit, Henty can be a bit...repetitive, in his storylines, so can Lloyd Alexander so why am I complaining? A Henty storyline- Guy goes adventuring, guy rescues girl (or tries to), guy gets captured, guy escapes, guy gets girl and lives happily ever after. Since I'm reading a few Henty books, though, I decided I should recommend him as an author.

Other books I'm reading at present are Girls Gone Wise in a World Gone Wild (sorta like it), The Developing Child (Psychology book that I like for character development), and of course a star-gazing guide for beginners. A few years ago I do believe my mom got rid of all of her old stargazing books which really makes me want to cry that I wasn't into that sort of stuff at the time. I mean, I REMEMBER her sorting through them and I DON'T remember her keeping many.

News flash-Meteorite shower on Friday, July 29. I'm still trying to remember if that's 29^th P.M. (between 9 and 11:59) or A.M. (between 12:00 and dawn) but that doesn't really matter since it's such a spread out shower. I'll give a link later, since I'm REALLY excited about this one. Its small, but that doesn't matter to me at all. Actually, it makes me even more hyped up because I feel like a dedicated meteor-watcher because it's such a small shower that no one BUT stargazers go to.

Well...off to continue having my weird but awesome summer!!!

~A.K.~

Today

Today I cleaned my room while listening to music. It was really fun because I haven't spent that much time in my room in a while...and I haven't listened to any of my CDs in a while, either.
 I actually got some math done today, and then I went bike riding around town with a friend. It was SO much fun; beautiful sun, a slight breeze, and no wrecks whatsoever!
 I then came home and cleaned the kitchen, and then back to my friend's house (go figure) for piano lessons. XD Lessons went well and then I had a delicious supper here at home.
 So my day went VERY well, to spite all other things and such...

Chautauqua is coming soon. The day that the art contest stops taking entries in June 16....that's ten days. Last year I entered two drawings and one of which won the Award of Merit, but I don't know if I should even enter another, and I don't know what to draw! Lately I have totally lacked inspiration, too, lol. Maybe it'll come to me soon.
 Right now I'm kind-of...between, when it comes to feelings. I'm so happy for this day and this week and how wonderful things are going. I'm also kind-of nervous, and I get butterflies in my stomach when I think about certain future-things. I'm sad, because sometimes things happen that you cannot undo (please be in prayer for someone I know who has gotten into some trouble that can't be undone). I'm super-excited about Conference, too. It's this mixed up, wishy-washy feeling between worry, sorrow, and total ecstasy. Part of me is afraid of the unknown, another part of me...I can't describe it. I want to jump into anything and never lose another chance.
 And then I'm dreamy. I feel like running to the top of a hill and screaming at the top of my lungs and I just want to go on an on and on and never stop...but I don't know what I want to keep doing. I guess feeling happy and young and joyous.
 God has given me a really amazing imagination. Sometimes, it's the reason I feel so wishy-washy like I do right now...but right now, it's because of the current events that have happened which are so sad.
 Sometimes, I come up with mental images that horrify&scare me to death (imagine that, me scaring myself. Hey, it happens). Other times, they are pretty pictures, or little memories. Sometimes, these turn into story ideas.
 I'm also pretty darn observant. I tend to notice the oddest things-the color of her eyes, the way he plays with the hair at the nape of his neck when he's nervous, how her teeth aren't straight but I've always thought her beautiful anyway, how he has a dark blemish on his shoulder, how he tends to smile to one side...and not just those kinds of observances, but those of people's personalities; how different they are from others and how alike they are. What makes my best friends laugh, and how they react to something they're scared of...just so many different little things.
 Most people I think are a tad creeped out when they hear me say this stuff. Well, let me put one thing straight; I'm not like this all the time. I'm not constantly categorizing and remembering everything...I do relax on occasion! So don't be creeped out. I probably will never use anything against you, since if I notice you, I probably LIKE you. In a friendly way.

 Explaining-of-self-rants. Yeah. XD


Anyway, I haven't done any writing recently really. Some editing in my fanfiction so I can update it soon, some more fanfiction short stories, and then a little planning in Lineage...but nothing extreme. I really just want to go hide when it comes to Lineage, lol. Alastair HATES me for all I've done to him and has totally run out of steam...plus, I think I revealed his past too quickly, hahahah.

-Argentia Krystofel

Blah blah blah...

I changed my profile picture to a self-portrait, since Sasuke was getting REALLY old. *grin*

 So today I ended up getting my contacts "fixed" (they're STILL bugging me...maybe even more now!!!). I'm still going to wear them but not as frequently as I had hoped. I can't believe I walked in there and thought-Yay, contacts, I won't have to wear glasses and everything will be just perfect~!

 Yeah. My life doesn't work that way, sadly.>.<

 The good, uplifting, joyful news today-I baked banana bread. Two loaves-one just banana, the other with chocolate chips included. It was a lot of fun though a tad bit tiring in the summer heat...I'm sooooo thankful for our AC.

 Lately, Lineage has been bugging me. I totally feel like I'm not writing anything up to par (and let's face it; I've been writing for an hour or so every TWO WEEKS) and that the storyline...well, is a flop.

 The story of my story is...cliche. Cliche is loosing it's feel to all the different, amazing, never cliche in the slightest stories out there...so maybe it isn't so bad to be cliche?


 The Western places of the continent are ravaged with disorder. With no king, the people have been living in chaos with no intervention for sixteen years. By this time, the government has totally collapsed; every noble that would take the place of the king would be killed off by his fellow man, and the cycle continued until the people no longer care who claims to be king-it doesn't matter if they possess no power or authority. 
 Adrian Kempf-Amundr is a young man from the Southernmost reaches of the continent. Here he grew up, and here he learned of the ways of the strong, freedom-loving, semi-self governed peoples; a picture of what the West once was. From a very young age he wanted to change things for the struggling people; imagine his surprise when he finds he has the ability to unlock a strange power from a glowing rock which could, in the long run, benefit this goal. Formally known as the Shard of Dreams, Master Kempf soon becomes skilled in this 'magic'. About this time, Adrian, at age twelve, overhears his parent's conversation one night. He discovers the troubling truth-he is the rightful heir to the empty throne of the havoc-ridden Western lands. 
 Now with many questions, but no answers whatsoever, he decided that as soon as his parents allowed, he would set out on conquest to reunite the lands so they may prosper again.
 An unexpected event takes place after leaving at age sixteen. Adrian meets a street urchin named Starr; she doesn't know her last name or even her exact age, but she does share one single thing in common; a power that no one else understands nor can describe.
 Both determined to find answers to their many questions, Starr and Adrian decide to journey together and along the way pick up many others; Royale Watershed, a man who is strangely loyal to Adrian and associates himself with being a servant to him, Alastair, a dark elf of the east, and Misti, childhood playmate and lifelong friend to Adrian.


 That I would say is the synopsis...a little long, yeah, I'd need to shorten it for a book cover, but in a beginning-storyline sense this is it. I KNOW it's totally cliche...but I need to keep writing. I want to finish this thing more than ever now that a friend of a friend has finisher HER book...and it took her two years. I'm pushing the two year point right now-December will mark two years of "writing" in my story. I put writing in quotations because it's really been so off-and-on that it makes me wanna hide. I have a lot set up-I mean a LOT. I even have last names for almost all my characters! (and I am a stickler on last names...names in general. It took me the first year to come up with Alastair a name-thankfully he comes much later in the story. He still doesn't have a last name. I'm going with something Scandinavian or Celtic I think, but it's hard with all those accent-marks and stuff).


It's just a matter of bucking it up, facing the fact that I'm not perfect, and plowing through the thing. It all looks so crisp and clean and perfect-fantasy-like when I look at it from the outside-when I start writing it out I don't do the mental image justice. >.<

 Anyway...if anyone feels like commenting with advice or even just telling me in person/on chat, it would be greatly appreciated. Even without advice...even just cheering about my banana bread...please, someone!!! lol (I'm totally exaggerating!)


~A.K.~ (doesn't anyone notice I have Adrian's initials? *huge grin with hugs for Adrian*)

P.S. Some of you will notice that I did a "little story" on here back in either 09 or 08 with characters named Starr and Adrian. Yes, that is the same story...sort-of. I must say there has been so much changed in my mind and in a few edits (I don't like editing as I go-prefer to review the whole thing) that it barely resembles what I have now. :)

Topic=People Who Tick Me Off!

People who tick me off-

1.Those that think they're smarter than everyone else.
2. Jerks who play with innocent inferiority complex ridden girls like they're toys!
3. People who don't have any backbone and never stand up for themselves.
4. The ones that hear only what they hear (which is normally not the truth!).
5. The people that think other people think exactly like they do.


 Ummmm...rant? Shoutout? Venting, perhaps?


 Probably all three. But what I can say is-Good grief! Disfunctioning people all around me and none of them care to clear it up. There isn't a way to understand or fix or just plain shout it out other than to put myself and the other person in the line of fire. And though I know that I could tough it out, I don't think it's very Christian like to do so to the other person...the don't need a second stressful argument on their hands and I don't want friendships ruined (to spite the fact that it would be all the fault of the ole' meany and not mine nor the other persons).

 Oh, well. Please tolerate me, folks. I'll get over this crap eventually. *sulks in corner* Especially since it isn't even my own...it's many different friend's problems!
Poor friends.

~A.K.~

Sunburnt!

Yet oh so happy! Today was amazing! We all went down to a friend's farm to help them with their goats...they have four almost new babies; Clara (white), Heidi (white), Charlotte (black) and Ryan (brown). I'm sorry...but baby miniature goats are just. too. cute. Especially Ryan...I wanted to hold him forever and give him lots of kisses. He already has these little, itty bitty horns coming up, but you cant see them through his fur. He has little black 'boots' and a black stripe down his back and SO adorable. =3
 After helping with the goats we went down and explored the creek...then back up to the miniature horse-pin (everything they have is so little and cute, hahaha), and back away again to the pond. There we waded in our boots for a while before deciding it looked much to inviting on such a hot day and went wading barefoot in the sandy parts. XD It was so fun to sit with our feet dangling off the dock, toes skimming the cold water, watching the little kids splash around. Sadly, I got sunburnt, but overall we had a wonderful time. (Welsh people burn very easily, you know!)

 After that I headed to piano lessons. My teacher drove me home because it was beginning to rain and the wind was blowing SUPER strongly. For a moment, I stood on the front porch and thought-Oh, wow! This sure is beautiful!
 The wind was blowing my bangs in my eyes, my hood all around my face. The rain was softly beating against my bare legs while I clutched the necklace about my neck. So cool!
 Now I'm all cosy at my computer, listening to wind, rain and the normal noises around my house, talking with one of my best friends about many things...some deep, important issues, and others light and rather simple to figure out. 
 And, to spite all the pros and cons, I can't help but think how greatly blessed I am. Makes me happy. :)

~A.K.~

Just stop...

Have you ever stared at something that makes you upset to the core and said, passionately...


Just stop.

The truth of the matter is that we cannot stop things ourselves sometimes. The hopeful solution to this problem is, that God is in control. We don't need to worry ourselves out of our minds at night, thinking about those things we can't stop. 

Recently, very very very special people in my life have been undergoing 'attacks' that are very disturbing to me. Internal, external, either way, these things are having a profound effect on the ones I love. I find myself saying 'Just stop!' quite often. 
Aside from feeling totally helpless and unable to do anything, I also feel hurt. These people are not only friends to me. They are brothers and sisters in Christ. You hurt them, and you're indirectly hurting...me.

A man of too many friends comes to ruin, 
But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. -Proverbs 18:24


I don't hate some of the people that are mistreating my friends; some of them are also my brothers and sisters in Christ. But that doesn't change the fact that they're still hurting them. 


As I said earlier, thankfully, I have Christ to turn to. No matter what happens to people I love; whether they go rouge and stop talking to me, or are leaning on me for support (which I don't mind in the slightest) I can still pour it all out before Him and He does comfort me. I remember being totally amazed when one time I was very aggravated/hurt over the way someone was acting. I prayed that I would have peace over this particular person, and believe it or not, I didn't stay up till 2 the next morning worrying over it (a typical thing with me).


So, I guess through all my rambling I'm trying to say that nothing can happen that will wound you so much that Christ can't fix it. He's always there when you need someone to lean on, when it feels like the world is crashing down on you. This is a valuable lesson that I'm still learning.

In peace I will both lie down and sleep, 
For You alone, O LORD, make me to dwell in safety. -Psalm 4:8




Besides all that, I'm sick with a cold, yet happy. One of my best friends is having a birthday. I'm so thankful he and his family moved here-they've been such a blessing. Knowing them for 8 years is a wonder to me. Normally, it seems that people come and go, never staying. But they have not. Moreover, I've found true friends in them; friends I would trust with anything if need be. They're just really awesome. ^.^


-Argentia Krystofel ♥

Oh! The Exaggeration (And thoughts on geeks)

Oh, the exaggeration I go through.

Oh, the exaggeration I create.

Oh, how funny it is sometimes

Oh, wherever can it originate?

^Random poems are fun things. I almost want to write one about geeks. Lately, I feel, and remember, a girls second calling is to exaggerate, that they are on the rise. No, wait. That they have almost conquered. Like a massive wave they have come upon us, and they have been recognized for their competence, their techiness, their intelligence, and their awkwardness.
 It's been seen throughout history that people with a cause they feel passionate about, no matter how ostracized, are generally excepted by the majority at some point. This, I am afraid, is what has happened to geeks.
 Just think about the comedy Chuck (which I wouldn't recommend to ANYONE aka not a good show in my opinion). See what I mean? Geeks are being widely recognized as cool and, since our culture has a habit of feeling that everyone and everything (no matter how odd or vile or just plain stupid), needs to be accepted, geeks are being, well, accepted.
 What happens when a group so proud of their differences, their oddities, and their weirdness suddenly become mainstream? Why, they lose their set-apart nature and become normal, making room for another thing that has gone out of style to come back in.
 Now, I will confess that computer geeks (as I am referring to as just 'geeks' in this post) are definitely *different* when compared to other groups that were/are considered different. They work with computers, something we never had before the 20th century. That's definitely ALWAYS going to set them apart from past 'weirdos'. But future ones? We'll see.
 I also wonder what the next wave of strange to popular will be...

 I guess I have to let you know that this isn't geek-bashing. My 'older brother'  (aka, best friend) is a comp geek and proud of it, too. This post is simply getting out a thought that has been on my mind for about three hours...and I hate to have things linger on my mind for too long when it's okay to let them out.
 So, enjoy the rambling....sorry if I stepped on toes, I didn't mean to. I just meant to meditate for a while on the constant cycle of culture...how some people long for acceptance, and are accepted, and how others don't, and yet still get brought into the big circle of happy, loving and totally crazy people. >.<

Also, I've been thinking about my serious male characters lately and realized they aren't serious enough! I also realized that Adrian and Alastair's conditions are redundant, not similare, yet all I've written so far and all I will write further relies on their pasts. *groan* I guess I must keep plowing on...even if I hate the web I've weaved for myself to work with. =P
 On the other hand, Royale and Ayame are doing well...even if Ayame is a bit cold with Royale right now. Hopefully she'll start to like him (and eventually love him) once he saves her life a few times. Hahaha
 On another note, I like double chocolate brownies, and birthdays of other people (I don't like my birthday; it's annoying) and I also like staying over at other people's houses.

So there. *smiles*

-Argentia Krystofel ♥

A friend won't care!

Lately, I've been watching Pirates of the Caribbean: The Black Pearl in parts.


It's the most boring movie I've ever watched. *sigh*

Anyways, I've been thinking about something pretty interesting. You depend on other people throughout your entire life, right? But sometimes, they don't always meet your expectations. What irritates me most is that it seems the closer you get to someone, the less likely they are to meet said expectations. There's this idea that-"Oh, they're a friend, I don't have to get it done by the deadline for them." Yes, that's true, friends should be forgiving and versatile, but how far should you put them off?
 Another instance of this is in trust. You can tell a person a lot about you, but it seems the closer you get to them and the more they hear, the less they treasure the facts they hold. Some of those facts are just rocks and dirt. But even though some are like gold and rubies, a friend will sometimes 'drop' a secret that is one of those treasures.
 FRIENDS ARE NOT CONCRETE! They're not invincible. Even if you drop a brick, parts of it are going to chip off. If you drop a brick from a tall building a few times, it's going to be a much smaller brick after you drop it. If you drop it from a skyscraper...well, it's probably not going to be in one piece on the sidewalk below.
FRIENDS AREN'T TOYS!!! You can't play rough with a china doll. Even if they appear as hard as stone, underneath they do have a heart.
Friends aren't CLOTHES!!!-You don't 'try on' friends. And I'm not just talking about friends-friends. I'm talking about boyfriends and girlfriends, too. If the Lord has blessed you with someone that you love and hope to marry someday, then you stick with them. You don't keep switching between the pink shirt and the green one. Nobody likes being treated like that.
  The greatest comfort I have amidst this, though, is to know that Jesus will NEVER treat someone this way; not even by accident! He will not discard you as 'just another friend' but rather, you will always be precious in His eyes.


Done with my rant! (No, this was not aimed at any of MY friends, but rather at the friends of a certain girl I know).

-Argentia Krystofel~♥

Snow, snow... But No Facebook.

Snow, snow, hello, snow
Glad to see you, don't you know?

Glad I don't live in North Carolina! My friends who live down there don't get half as much snow as we do! Well, the ones in the mountains get SOME, but the friends who live in the city don't get it like we do normally...

Haha. I am rambling again. XD
Lately, I have found it impossible to stay on topic! Wow! Amazing, you would never believe it! Me, not staying on topic!

Okay, whatever. XD

Anyways, it's come to my attention that I didn't post pictures of my sister's snowman and snowcat. So here they are-

They're so cute! Sadly, they've melted by now, but they were adorable while they lasted!
I have been staying true to my no-Facebook promise...mostly. XD I was on Facebook Monday and for just a little bit Tuesday, but since Monday was the day I decided to stop getting on Facebook for a week, and Tuesday I had a special friend who's going through a lot contact me, I think I'll let it slide. Maybe I'll extend the 'probation' until next Tuesday. >.< lol
 Also, friendship is a curious thing. To some people, I am velcro-ed...we stick pretty hard when we finally bump into each other. Others, it's like plastic-wrap. When water get's between the wrap, it becomes useless.
 Then, with still others, we're like magnets. Instantly, when we just get in range of each other, we come towards eachother, no matter what. A charge is between us, we love being together, and we just can't avoid eachother.

Lately, it feels like I have a lot of plastic-wrap friendships. Nothing I can do can keep the friendship together when water comes between us. Sure, I have a few velcro ones going on...they aren't so hard to keep together...but I am lacking in those magnet ones that I thought I had.
 (No, I am not talking about you, Sir_F! Don't worry! :) )

My book cover! We found the driftwood while at Southern Shores...

-Argentia Krystofel

Poem of Autumn and Winter

Just finished making cookies. I had thought of a good blog post, but then I kinda forgot what it was and am now just sitting here, staring at the white, wasting my time.


I'm hopeless!


Ah, I'm listening to Stolen by Dashboard Confessional right now...such a beautiful song, and conveying my feelings about Spring so acurately. Now, I wish I could find a Winter song that is as beautiful as this one! 


I remember when I sat up in the hallway and listened to Stolen over and over again...it was just magical, as magical as when after Conference 2009 I listened to Clean Up Your Eyes by the Dykeenies over and over...just remembering what I had done and how much pure fun I had had.


I love summertime and springtime, but I want to be able to remember and love Autumn, too. I think the song that has conveyed September this year is Cry by Mandy Moore. October? I'm not sure; I guess something about the beach! Then, of course, November...I don't have a song for Autumn yet, I suppose! I'll keep looking! Maybe something beautiful will show up!


I wrote a poem about Autumn, here it is-

Bursting with color

I can't believe what he brings me

Baskets of wishes

And the possibilities that be

He greets me with a smile

He is one of my best friends

And holds out his hand for a while

Till the bright daylight ends

His sweater is tied

Around his middle

His t-shirt is tie-died

Red and stained a little

His hair is the color of fire

His eyes a playful green

I know my situation is dire

For his motifs cannot be seen

Taps on my window, never my door

Though I know he'll eventually go

The running and hiking will not be a bore

I'll muse upon it when the wind does blow

The coldest wind sweeps in from the West

Sending snow in, and chills up my spine

The sprite from before who seemed like the best

No longer lingers in this life of mine

I wonder, where has he gone?

The happy and bright

Fun-loving, carefree, thoughtful one

Fading from sunset into night

So while I stand in the cold and freeze

No longer a gentle nip,

The moment he does seize

To whisper of Autumn, just a bit

And even though the leaves are gone

Crunching under my boot-clad feet

He still manages to whistle a light song

And I am so glad we were able to meet

Autumn is playful to me. So disappointing to some, but to me...ah, he plays with my very heart. One day is bright, warm and enchanting, the next cold and dreary and sometimes so lonely...but each moment is so special, no matter the happiness or heartbreak. So I wrote this like a love story. Kinda. XD Autumn is also the month of my birthday. I though about writing this about another girl, but please...only women as seasons is just...too stereotypical for me! ^.^

Ah, even if things do seem hard right now, I'm excited about the rest of the year!!!!  December sounds hopeful...

We didn't get to see the meteors for my birthday, but we'll hopefully get to go in December, so that's one reason why I'm so excited! ^.^

-Argentia Krystofel,

And she walked away, grinning as Sagi and Genesis ran up to her and walked away with her, leaving the battle-scarred place and never coming back.

Reflecting the Sun

Faces, stuck in my mind. A look I cannot rid myself of...almost stifling my creativity, yet opening so many doors, covered in old paint and a "DO NOT OPEN" across the front in messy red paint. The doorknob is so cool in my hand...but the drive is beginning to leave me again. Ah, so much, but so little. You are a mystery to me yet, and I don't have the right, whether you be known to me, or unknown, to make a character that causes your face to pop into my mind.


So alike, yet so different.




XD So, I'm back. Hello. Nice being back, actually.


I took a gazillion pictures. Prepare yourselves.


I'm also considering doing NaNoWriMo this year with a story that I came up with on the trip...it's...interesting. XD


-Argentia Krystofel (Signing of, Captain! Don't worry, I still like you best!!! XD)-Randomness. Forgive me. :P

Under Orion May Your Memory Ring True

The night air is chilling
Stars and moon are thought-stilling

A single star shines very bright
Upon whom her thoughts do alight

But she longs only for a friend
Sweet perfume on a darkened wind

Because light only glimmer with hope
When with their descisions you can cope

Leaning in, she needs you now
Before this throne she cannot bow

Only half the cry you hear
And she wished things could be made clear
*
Lonesome longing
For one seemingly lost
Silently begging
That he won't pay any cost

Pointless worry
Time will stand in place
Never say sorry
A blank look on my face

Her heart still flies
But she ties it down
For fear of those lies
That make you frown

Black on white the song
Of thoughtful love yet remorse
Though you can sing along
I'm still trying to see, of course

Oh, leave me, sweet regret!
Go, jealous envy
I will not be caught in that net
And nothing gained, you see

A sparkling treasure
Sitting under the sand
Brighter than the gold
Of all the land

Burning horizon
Dreams, please come true?
The constellation of Orion
Is coming into veiw

Run, run, fast as you can
A destination is on your mind
Do not stop, not for any man
And never look behind

Let her smile guide you
Just for this short moment, tonight
Understand her heart is true
Her sympathy is for your plight
*
She sees the sky, so great a height
Embellished with clouds by the day
And stars of diamond by the night

She sees a jagged fissure
Where the earth has cracked
Broken by the pressure

Look! Fool, there is broken glass
Consider who's at fault
And find some warmth at last

I'll try hard to hold on
It's a few weeks soon coming
And this is almost gone

When moonshadows are dimly cast
And Orion above us
We'll shoot back into the good of the past.

The style of ^this^ poem changes...hum, three times throughout. A muse, I suppose, since it is so very long.

For We Have Become Minstrels (or A Penny, A Quarter)

Do you know what laughing is
Yes, I know and it is this

A great and full; bursting moment
To be in the presence of not one lament

Even his faults are all kissed by the sun
And our spirits toward the sky horizon run

Where is the vast sky, can it be named well?
So this depth is like the blue; trust you cannot sell

The brightness of this day is more than I
And through the clarity of the horizon pearls I spy

Floating on invisible waves, reflecting the sun’s light
You can stare at them for years, till you increase in height

Time and stature, yet we’re still with hope
And with the changes of life we’ll cope

A family of travelers upon the road
Playing our instruments and searching for abode

A penny, a quarter, a flower for miss
And a long, happy strain that they call bliss

Then the deepness of your river is enhanced by two
And the world doesn’t always spin around you

But we never had to tell him, he always knew
That darkness is waiting for me and for you

Hark, oh night of blackness and silence!
We will not be hindered by your evil-hearted vengeance

Our family ties are strong, they bind us together
Nothing can take us, never oh never

Till the light shining on the rocky side
Is reflected by the incoming tide

While you stare up at the pearls as the ships leave the land
And I sit close by and draw pictures on the sand

The birds take flight and he writes a song
And the little girl and boy rather play than sing along

The women and men walk down the shore
And the eldest of us are still looking for more

But we’re the most content than we ever could be
In our cove of goodwill, out by the sea

Wondering if the bonds will ever go away
And hoping to stay for another day



As I said on Facebook-

A cookie to the first person that can tell me what the pearls are in this verse-

The brightness of this day is more than I

And through the clarity of the horizon pearls I spy

And I guess another cookie to who can tell me what this one means-

Then the deepness of your river is enhanced by two

And the world doesn’t always spin around you

ENJOY!!! Sorry I don't post very often-life is hectic and frustrating-not VERY bad stuff, but still hard. And if you understand all of the stuff in these poems, or most of it, then you are either crazy, know a lot about me and my stargazing tendencies, or are a big part of the subject. :) I doubt many understand fully, so don't dare feel bad if you don't...you aren't supposed to! ^.^

I have finished Baccano!, btw, and it's very good! I love the English dub of it-Accents are so cool. Still working on Cowboy Bebop.

Also, expect a total blog makeover soon...Fall is almost here!!!

-Argent ♥

Barbeque?

So I actually had fun at a social event? Wha-?

lol, I didn't have to socialize much. Corey did it for me. :P

Corey and Jenner are two guys that I have spent quite a bit of time with at my grandparent's social events. XD I don't like parties, but when you have some funny people to talk with, they are more fun.

Then, tonight, there were Jacob, Logan, Caleb and Audrey, as well. I made many aquaintances! I liked meeting these new people...especially Jacob! He was a lot of fun, and only a month younger than me...lol.

Well, hope you are all doing well~

I have been kicking off summer with a BANG!!! Loving it, too! Hontoni shiawase da~!

-Argentia Krystofel (At her grandparent's house)