Dancer's Die Dead

Well, I ran my usual Idlewild routine, as I do every other Monday. Except today, It was different… .It was classy… .It was picture-worthy… .It was beautiful. It was any other Idlewild trip, but with added on extras. Bonuses. Lessons… .It was scary to think about, It was something to dance about, It was something to cry about… .

I have 3 tales to tell you… .Maybe they will be boring… .Maybe… .

So I was in the crystal clear pool down by the bathhouse, in the deep end. I was just flipping around underwater, and having a good time with my friend. All of a sudden I heard this whistle, and a lifeguard plunged straight into the water towards a small child, who looked like he might have been drowning. The child was bobbing his head up and down underwater, so maybe it was a mistake… .But It wasn’t, the child was in fact drowning. The lifeguard came up, and helped the child in need, over to the ledge, making sure he was okay. The child was fine! But if we didn’t have that kind of help, he might have just been drowning, and no one would bother to notice. There were people around him, practically surrounding him, but yet, everyones in their own world, not caring about the others. I stared at all the people in the pool, examining their behavior. They were laughing, they were swimming, they weren’t paying attention to anyone else… .After, I had finished my examination, I thought about all the bad things that could happen to you, without these people(lifeguards) around… . I felt more protective, and I started to watch closely at everyone, to make sure they were all fine. I had sort of a motherly instinct, which is odd, me not being a mother. I thought maybe I could be alittle more sensitive to the people around me, and stop being so just, yeah… .

It turned about 4:53 or so, and the skies had started to turn dark. We all turned around, covering our ears to the screaming horn that had just sounded. They all told us to leave the pool area, because there was a storm coming. I understood that perfectly, storm + water = zap.  I just did not understand one thing, the melancholy people around us as it started to sprinkle. It was depressing, no one loving the rain. I could hear moms yelling, “hurry, get out of the water, the rain might get you wet!” and thought, wow… .just wow. Even the people who were dry still got annoyed with the rain starting up. My mother was totally calm about it. We were already wet anyways….We then packed up our possessions, and walked towards the ‘Soak Zone’ entrance/exit, as it started to pour. And I mean, pour! I was completely calm, though. I glanced up at the sky, as I loved the ‘pit, pat’ feeling on your face. “Pit”Pat”Pit”Pat”Pit”Pat”Pit”Pat”Pit”Pat.” It showed simplicity, peace, and a sensation of gorgeous. You could feel depression just radiating off of people. Angry mom’s quickly gathering all of their children to the car, Annoyed grandma’s, hiding under the Carousel with their rain bonnets in hand. I did not hide… .I stood. I stood there in the rain….not under a tree, not under a carousel, not in the bathroom….but in the rain….The rain was pleasurable, peaceful, and most importantly, beautiful. I wanted to cry as I just stood there, like in the old time movies, where someone would just go out while its raining, and just cry… .I had no reason to cry, but I still wanted to. I wanted to dance, laugh, sing, cry, live, and have fun. I wanted to show the others why rain makes life so amazing, without hiding from it. It does not hide from us, so why are we afraid? Are we afraid of the water, the clouds, or the sunless sky? I felt powerful in the rain, I felt beautiful in the rain… .I felt….I felt absolutely amazing. I was soaking wet, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fact that I might get the car wet, I might splash someone obnoxiously. I might lose all of hope. But I might not. I might just have fun….I might just live life… .I might just find the fear, and live it. Not run from it. I love it… .fear makes up the most important part of life… .living.

I got in the car, chocolate bar in hand, studying it closely. I do have health on my mind, but I’m not going crazy over it. I slowly opened the chocolate brown wrapper that smothered it in hope. I quietly undid the rest of the wrapper, gently setting it down by my legs. I read each ‘Hershey’ on the chocolate that showed.I studied the chocolate closely, and slowly removed a chunk. I held it up to eye length, and studied that, as well. I placed it on my tongue, letting the bottom melt away just the slightest, so I will enjoy it, just as well as I enjoy every other kind of chocolate. I did the same for every other chunk of chocolate, and finished it off with a slow finger lick. The iredescent light helped it seem as if I was taking a portrait of this brown beauty. I didn’t want to finish it, but If I didn’t, I would feel guilty… .Chocolate, is my life… .I am a complete, and utter chocoholic. Ask me if I would like a piece of chocolate, and you will see my eyes grow wide, dreaming about the piece of chocolate I may just aqcuire. I may just love this… .

I am currently working on my portrait of Adam Lazzara. So far it’s been about 36 minutes. I haven’t gotten much anywhere. I’ve been working on the hair, but I’m not done. I just started on the eyes, so I could focus on something else. Right now he sort of looks like a fish. Oh well, can’t get EXACTLY what you want!!!!;DThe facial part of every drawing is hard….It always is, though. haha, I’lle be posting this on deviantART soon. So ;)

A beautiful girl can make you dizzy
Like youve been drinking jack and coke all morning
She can make you feel high
Full a single greatest commodity known to man
Promise promise of a better day
Promise of a greater hope
Promise of a new tomorrow
This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautilful girl
In her smile & in her soul & the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it’s going to be ok…

I just realized that when I am liking a certain band(Taking Back Sunday)I am just one of those obsessed girl fans. I don’t know TBS, until I know them. I need more information than what I have now. From their album “Tell all your friends” to their album “Louder Now” I’ve lost a bunch of information. From their song “Bike Scene” to their song “Number Five With A Bullet” I’ve lost so much information on them, that I must recover! I will not forget about my favorite band! The only slight obsession I’ve had to a singer was Hilary Duff when I was seven years old, till about ten. That’s the only time I bought about every album, and had posters, and toys, and novelty items. Even with that, I still wouldn’t know everything. I must know what tours they are on, and when. But not just like an obsessed girl fan… .I must know them, as if they know me too. When TBS formed in 1999, I was only three years old, I couldn’t have liked them, then. I need every album starting from 1999 to 2009. In 1999, Eddie Reyes, became the guitarist, after Jesse Lacey. In 2001, Mark O’Connell was the drummer, after  Steven DeJoseph. Adam Lazzara on vocals, after Antonio Longo in 2001. Matt Rubano on Bass after John Nolan in 2003 and Shaun Cooper. Matthew Fazzi, on Guitar and Vocals in 2008, after Fred Mascherino. This is like a survival method for me. I’m going to eat TBS, sleep TBS, and live TBS. I’m going to be obsessed but in a way that no one else will understand. I’m going to understand each individual, and become not what the world wants, but what each band wants;a classic definition of the word fan.

So I’m right now listening to their amazing new song “Sink Into Me.” and sounding each word, precariously, not to miss one. At some points, I missed a few words. Anytime I did that, I would hit myself and go look over the lyrics one more time, and sink into the melody of the song. I am going to do this with every song TBS has to offer, until I get through every album. I’m starting with the new song, so I can see the difference with every album all the way from 1999 till 2009. I basically have the rest of my day sketched out. TBS studies, Cross Country Practice, and TBS studies. I am now going to work on the album, “Tell all your friends.” This album includes the songs “You know how I do” “Bike Scene” “Cute without the E(cut from the team)” “There’s no I in team” “Great Romances of the 20th Century.” “Ghost Man On Third” “Timberwolves at New Jersey” “The Blue Channel” “Your So Last Summer” and “Head Club.” I’m looking at the lyrics to “You know how I do.” That song is obviously simple, mainly including the phrase “We won’t stand for hazy eyes anymore.” That song was a simple listen, with a mellow tune, but very upbeat.

Now it’s time to listen to the rest of “Tell All Your Friends”… .

I was heading to the loverly amusement park today known as, Idlewild.

Did you know it’s the second best kids park in the world? :) Now you do.

But, anyways, not what I wanted to say.  Today I was super ecstatic all because of the crystal clear water, they have! My friend and I jumped right in(dying of severe heat)and the water just rushed through us like air, or wind. It just felt, and looked clean! It was refreshing, and I wanted to stay there all day. Sadly, there were some girls who ruined it for us.

Here is the story.

My friends and I were in line for the Tilt-A-Whirl(after the refreshing water), discussing which carts spun the fastest, behind the normal, random people of the park.The girls in front of us looked like they were about 10-11 years old, and they had cheerleading bags, and tanktops that made them look(or feel)like they have boobs. They must of overheard us, because right when the employee opened the gate, obviously letting us in, the girls ran straight to cart 7(AKA: Ours) They could have been just discussing the same subject, but they were staring at me when I pointed out cart 7.  They were laughing the entire time like little snobs, but that’s okay, because in retrospect cart 6(the cart we chose)actually spun more and faster! The girls gave us dirty looks and ran to the next ride.

Later that day, I saw the one girls mother with her, and she looked like she smoked. She also looked like she would raise a cheerleader type of daughter, short shorts, and an Aeropostale T-shirt that was too tight. I don’t know why 10 year olds must act like they’re so cool. I admit that I did it too, because that’s how I was. I’m actually alittle vain, but not terribly. I have low self esteem, but not terribly. I’m right smack dab in the middle of this quest through life. But that’s okay. :)

Hello, my name is Mr. Normal. Lovely weather we are having today.

What is normal? We could call your average Joe the normal one, but that fat guy over there with the hairy chest and twinky could be normal.

Fat Guy- DOUCHE!

Well, he’s certainly not normal. Or is he?

Your Average Joe could be the odd one in the pack of wolves if you know what I mean.

The preppys might just think that they are normal with all their Hollister and such. The HotTopic fans could be normal. I could be normal.

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What is normal?

Student1-That tree stump over there is oddly shaped.

Me-No, it’s normal. Every other one is oddly shaped. ;)

Student1-?

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I’m in the middle of a cinnamon bun right now, and it’s delicious.

Eating this got me thinking about something important.

What if our food choices were all gone? You might say people would go crazy, not having there fatty, comfort foods around. People spend so much money on stuff like candy bars, soda, and fried foods.

Did you know the average man spends about $200 at Mc’Donalds per year? That could be a lot of money in 5 years. The more fattening foods you eat, the fatter you become. It’s so simple. This got me thinking that people are addicted to fatty fried foods. They wouldn’t live unless they had there chocolate bar, or theyr’e burger.

I eat a lot of fatty foods all the time, but luckily, I have a fast metabolism. Some people don’t and they could say “Oh, but my metabolism’s slow.” But they could help that. We need healthier foods, and more exercising going on here. What if we didn’t have all this stuff, just like bread, and water or milk. The same goes for things like cell phones, and such. Some people might DIE if they didn’t have there phone with them. Some people have gotten pulled into a world where all you do is text. Some people learned to stay back. I love to text, it’s fun but, I don’t need it. If I didn’t have it that’d be fine, but since I do, I’m going to learn to use it all the time, because, what if it was gone?

Think about it.

Lora and I, created a little skit, a montage. and we want you to read it!

Narrator: It was a dark, rainy evening in the middle of no where.
Not a sound could be heard but the rustle of leaves, and the small whispers heard from an odd looking cabin in the North.

Lora, the level-headed James, spoke with anger in her tone.
“But sir, I did not steal your blue suede suit!”
Caroline’s eyes lit up which made the room extremely tense.
“Then what is this?!” She yelled, pointing to her hand.
In Lora’s hand held Caroline’s prized possession, her blue suit.
“Look!” Caroline exclaimed.
Lora looked away as Caroline quickly grabbed the suit out from Lora’s hand.
“Too bad! it only has an arm piece left, I ripped up the rest!” she noted.
“That’s okay, I can use my special mind powers to repair it!”
Caroline but both hands on her head, as the suit suddenly started to repair itself!
“How do I acquire such powers?” Lora questioned. “Please, master, tell me!”
Caroline looked down onto the floor wondering if she should tell.
… .
“Lora, I will tell you how to get these wonderful powers.” she slowly worded.
Lora looked up with big eyes.
“First, you see that big mountain peak over there?”
“Yeah? What about it?” She turned her head.
“You must climb to the top of that, and drink some water from the spring.”
“That’s all?”
“Oh, NO!” Caroline yelled.
“Well, then what else?”
“Just listen the rest of the time, okay?”
“Okay.”
“After you drink from the spring, Sanchez, the main idol there , will say something to you.”
“I want you to listen to it carefully.”
“He will be hard to depict from the others, but no worries.”
“How can I tell it’s him?”
“He will be wearing a 67% cashmere sweater. It will be light green.”
“You’ll also need this….”
Caroline walked over and grabbed a bat in a gold cage, and handed it to Lora.
“How will this come in need?” She asked.
“Well, when it hits nightfall, you will need him to see. He needs rusty spoons to power up.”
Caroline handed Lora a sack full of rusty spoons.
Lora looked at them curiously, sniffing each one.
“Also, you must leave at dawn. Your bat needs one rusty spoon each night to power his night vision.”
“Wait, how long is this taking, now?”
“It could take you days, maybe weeks!”
“Weeks?!” she screamed.
“Yes, yes.”
“How will I survive?”
“Well, I will grab you another sack, filled with raw onions.”
Caroline ran over and picked up a dusty sack, and handed it to Lora.
“SCCCCCCCCCcccRRRRrrrEEEEE