Cheri Zarvall's Blog – May 2011 Archive (22)

Okay, so I'm having a birthday/costume party soon, and I need some ideas for the cake. We're kinda broke, so I have to draw the pictures and have the cake makers screen them or whatever. I was thinking Dracula Wolfman Frankenstien, or maybe something vampire or zombie themed. I'm going to dress up as a zombie/vampire hunter, but I don't know where to start on the cake. It'd make it so much easier if I could just give the ideas to some expensive baker, but, as I said, broke.

Can anyone…

   Sarah's brother... *Sigh*  He's like a sibling to me, but, well, I'm pretty sure his thoughts have nothing to do with sisterly love. For example, last time I was out at her house, I was on her computer, playing some online game. I think it might have been Alice is Dead. Anyway, I scooted over to the stool, and gave Sarah the big computer chair, since it was her turn. Jacob--one of her two brothers--was on the other side of me, so I was in the middle. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my knee,…

   Yeah, so in one of my last blog posts, I acted all bitchy and stuff, but, really, I was pissed off. But whatever. So... I'm at my best friend Sarah's place, hanging out with her, my bro, and her two brothers, since I'm a loser and have nothing better to do on the weekends. But they're pretty awesome, and, well, it's never boring at her place.

   Kitty's sister, for those of you who know her on here, ended up in the hospital 'cause of anorexia. You readin' this, Kits? I'm not gonna…

   I was used to being known, of course. I wasn't the best or most seasoned Hunter out there, but I was damn good for a kid. Especially for a kid. In fact, I was better than most grown men, which was something I wasn't ashamed to admit. I had worked hard to earn my nickname, The Black Death, and the stories that young trainees told about me late at night, when the trainers were no doubt asleep. I was used to the awed, or angry, whispers behind my back. But that was from men, and a few women,…

(This is a story I've been working on for a while. Hope you enjoy!--And excuse whatever typos there are... My aunt's computer doesn't have spell check =.=;  )

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Summary:

Meet Freddy Valler, bad boy extrordinaire, exchange student... and Hunter of all things that go bump in the night. Sort of like Ghostbusters meets Sherlock Holmes.…

It seems that there are no good civilians these days. It's sad. I mean, when I was a little girl, about eight maybe, I was walking with my brother to the Boys and Girls Club. I found this really expensive looking camera, you know, one of those bulky professional ones, just lying there on the sidewalk. My brother--who is now in college, and is also four years my senior--hadn't noticed it. I picked it up, and right away, he told me to hide it. To my curious look, he said, "So we can sell it…

I do. I really do. I mean, yeah, some parts of it is like trying to get up Shit Creek without a paddle, but that's okay. I have the best friends in the world, and some of my friends and I started selling soda and such, and, well, unfortunately, but to boost sales, there's a slogan I have. "No soda, no kiss." So if someone who buys soda wants to, he/she gets to kiss me. That's both :D and D: !!! I feel like a prostitute, but really, how is it very different than a kissing booth? :P But,…

1) Count Chocula--What's more awesome than chocolate cereal and marshmallows in the shape of bats?

2) Biker Boots--'cause I love my Jesse James boots more than anything.

3) Rock-Paper-Scissors--I have to admit, this game filled up the long hours of my childhood (I even have a necklace of it)

4) Football--I love being able to tackle and purposely hurt people without getting arrested.

5) Internet--without it, where the hell would I be right now?

6)…

We all know of the three most famous horror stories in existence; Frankenstein, The Wolfman, and Dracula. But if there was a fight between all three, who would win?

Dracula with his widows peak,…

1) A horn dog. I would bone everything in my way. And I wouldn't discriminate--neither girl nor guy would be safe from my penis of doom.

2) I would walk around with my shirt off. All the time.

3) Everyday would be No Underwear Day.

4) Everyday when I got home would be No Pants Day.

5) I would teach myself how to break dance--'cause my boobs flop when I try, but as a guy, I wouldn't have that problem!

6) I would…

I grab a pen and write it out.

Just a kid who couldn't shout.

Couldn't open up her mouth.

Couldn't say what life's about.

Sketched out skulls among the roses.

The beauties walking with the posers.

The fire mixing in with the frozen.

The world beneath my feet corroded.

Gaze up to watch the clock.

Time's running out with a tick and a tock,

Can feel opportunity slipping away.

No God to believe in, and…

Vampires Everywhere!--Undead Heart; Immortal Love

Black Veil Brides--Knives and Pens

Escape the Fate--Zombie Dance

Greenday--21 Guns; American Idiot

My Chemical Romance--The Only Hope for Me is You; The Sharpest Lives; Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na etc.)

Avenged Sevenfold--Scream; Critical Aclaim; Brompton Cocktail; Bat Country

Jon Mclaughlin--Beautiful Disaster

Maroon Five--She Will Be Loved

McFly--Transylvania; Broccoli

Bruno…

No doubt a sad song, but it doesn't really have a sad tone. I love it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6XZsau7CSk

Love of mine some day you will die

But I'll be close behind

I'll follow you into the dark



No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white

Just our hands clasped so tight

Waiting for the hint of a spark

If heaven and hell decide

That they both are…

I've always wanted to get some of my work published. Whether I'm good enough remains to be seen, but I still want to try, at least. Ever since I was little writing has been a big deal to me. Both friends and family have said I'm good, but they're supposed to say that. I write stories--none are on here, though, but I don't know why--poems, and journal entrees--obviously. (If my spelling in this is bad, don't blame me; blame my Aunt's old, spell-check lacking computer)

Anyways. I have…

Desecrate me.

Please don't break me.

Hold me closer,

if only for tonight.

Say you love me,

say you need me,

and turn out the light.

It's not a nightmare,

at least not now.

I'll make you

love me somehow.

By nightfall,

I'll have your heart.

Even death

can't tear us apart.

Watch your eyes

glaze over.

Watch the sky,

as it starts to fall.

And you'll know you're…

A couple of days ago, I dressed up in this girlie outfit. I don't dress like a girl. At all. In fact, up until this year, I had considered skirts to be pointless, and bras a necessity, not an accessory. Before, I dressed in black cargo pants, chains, and boots. Now I have a more feminine side, and I own a dress--other than one for Halloween.

Anyways. I told I was dressed like a prep because I lost a card game to my best friend. That wasn't the truth. But everyone was asking me if I…

I'm an idiot. I took a bubble bath earlier today and fell asleep. My dream was... odd. I had just finished watching Oprah's discussion on The Freedom Riders--hundreds of men and women, black and white, who had tried to stop segregation 50 years ago by riding on buses around the nation and refusing to sit in the back. They were attacked by many men and women; buses were burned, they were sent to prison, they were beaten--and sometimes killed. 

My dream was about me being one of those…