Cheri Zarvall's Blog (48)

(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…

Be with me baby, forever.

Just you and me, love, together.

Don't break my heart.

Don't let us fall apart.

Take your wings,

and we'll take flight,

right into this moonless night.

Run through the fire,

dance on the coals.

Watch the ground break,

and we'll fall through the holes.

Twirl in the tornadoes and scream.

Hold me close,

it's just like a dream.

Sleep on the clouds when

the storms…

I have a close friend named Liz. She's me; we finish each others sentences, we dress the same, we have crushes on all the same guys, even our favorite bands are the same. Oh, sure, there's differences: her love of sushi, while as I can't stand the stuff. Her hair's black and blue, and mine's blond and red. I'm fire, and she's ice, but it just works. Her mom treats us like sisters, and her siblings do, too. But, unfortunately, she moved about two years ago to Oregon City, and I live in…

Of course, while there's amazing things in my life, there's horrible things, too. Nearly everyone has a story, something they've done or somebody they've met along the way, the challenges they've faced, or the doubts they've had. I've got a story, and not a pretty one, either. Life hasn't handed me lemons, at least, not that much. So what can you do except drink apple juice instead?

Life sucks. There's no doubt about that. Having to worry, and hurt, and try and suck it up isn't fun.…