Finally Eighteen

I have been waiting for this day for so long.  However, now that it’s here...It’s weird.  Just as with every other birthday, I don’t feel any different.  I’m just the same...However, now I’m an adult.  Yay!

The Beginning of the End.

Sunlight gleamed on dark locks.  An alarm clock rang at an obscenely loud volume next to the delicate shell of an ear.  No answer.  It was as though a dead body resided in the room.  Other than the shrill scream of the alarm clock there was little else to hear.  Outside the un-shaded window birds chirped cheerfully at each other as they awoke.  Yet, nothing moved in the room.  The room in question was a tidy little room with walls and ceiling a deep green.  Black carpeting covered the floor.  The rumpled, body-filled bed was a clash of red, blue and ivory skin.  The blankets twisted around a slender body, as though they were trying to strangle it.  A smooth chest rose and fell evenly as the young man slept on, ignorant of the noise next to him.

The pitter of small feet on carpet and then the door was flung open.  A much younger male with darker skin and red hair stood there, fuming.  “Faylehn!  Get up!!!” The child had managed to pull on a pair of jeans before he’d come running through the house, bent on yelling at his elder brother.  The person in question rolled over with a groan.  Glaring, the redhead padded over to the alarm clock and slammed his fist down on the ‘off’ button, and then he turned to the sleeping figure…And promptly smacked his back.

The named Faylehn rolled back onto his back, blinking tiredly. “Aysel?  What was that for?” Glancing at his abused alarm clock, he cursed and sat up.  “Alright, never mind, I got it.  Now go…” Shooing his baby brother out of the room, Safi stood and began tearing through his dresser.  Gathering the articles of clothing he would need, he rushed across the hall and into the bathroom.  The door slammed behind him and seconds later the sound of rushing water could be heard.  The sound of a child’s laughter trailed down the stairs where Aysel was pulling on his shirt.

Ten minutes later, Safi rushed down the stairs, yanking on a tank top.  Stopping in the kitchen, he pulled his short-sleeved button up on and grabbed the piece of toast his brother had been about to eat.  Ignoring the cry of indignation, the young man whirled away, catching his backpack on the way to the front door.  He stopped for another second to slip into his tennis shoes and finish buttoning up his shirt and then he took the toast out of his mouth and left.  Aysel was left staring after his brother.  “Wow…That was faster than last time.”

The young man fairly ran down the street, three blocks later he arrived at his work place, the local library.  “H-Hello, Graham…I told you I wouldn’t be late.” He managed a grin, though his face was red from exertion.  Graham merely raised an eyebrow at the thin young man.

“You were close…Merely luck this time.” The older male reached out and adjusted the collar of his employee’s shirt.  “You’re too relaxed, Safi.” With a sigh, he released the dark-haired young man and shooed him off.  The boy ran to the back to put his things away.  “I want you to begin shelving right away, Safi! No daydreaming,” Graham called after him.

Swinging his backpack off of his body, Safi grumbled to himself.  “Yeah, yeah…I hate re-shelving.  I wish he’d give that job to the new guy.” He’d been working at the library since he was fifteen and had gone through his rebelliousness here.  He’d had several run-ins with Graham, though they’d always gotten over it.  The older man was a good friend of Safi’s; they’d known each other since the younger was very small.  So they usually threw comments at one another that others might consider insulting.

Grabbing his nametag, he logged himself in on the computer and sought out the front desk.  Grabbing the first couple of books sitting on the cart next to the desk, he nodded at the woman sitting there and walked away, already determining where exactly each book belonged.  About eight hours later, Safi logged out of the computer system, grabbed his backpack and waved at Graham on his way out.  Sitting in front of the library was a mustang.  The young man smiled tiredly and climbed in.

“Hey, Safi..” Jasper pressed his lips against Safi’s forehead.  “How are you today?”

“Well, worn out, but other than that, pretty good.” Safi buckled himself in and then leaned back into the plush seat as his boyfriend pulled away from the curb.  “It’s been what?  Three weeks? Four?  Since I last saw you.  I should be asking you how you’ve been.” Jasper chuckled.

Safi had started dating Jasper just before his best friend had died.  He was a much taller blond that the green eyed young man had always admired.  And, finally, his realist daydreams had come true and Jasper had said yes when he’d asked him out.  Brown eyes twinkling, the blond started in on his adventures in California.  As that deep voice resonated in his head, Safi closed his eyes and soon found himself drifting off.  Behind his eyelids, burned into his mind, was an image of what appeared to be another world entirely.  At least, that’s how Safi viewed it since it was nothing like planet Earth.  Yet, it entranced him.  Usually, when he visited this strange planet in his mind, he appeared in different places.  This time was no different, yet it was stranger, by far, than any of his other ‘visits’.

This time he was falling.  It took Safi several seconds to realize that he really felt wind pushing at his body and he opened his eyes, thinking Jasper may have opened a window.  Yet his eyes landed on sky.  Pure sky and nothing else.  He had barely opened his mouth in preparation of screaming when he slammed into something…large.  Something large and warm.  As his nervous system slowly came back to life, Safi realized he’d landed on someone.  With a groan, he rolled off of the much larger body, his eyes catching color.  Long, pale hair….Strange eyes and lots of black fabric.  “Ouch….I…Owww…Damn. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to land on you.” He turned to face the person he’d slammed into and found himself staring at a rather imposing male. “Ah…wow.”

Serenity Force

Magic swirled around the room, causing him to choke.  Damn, he’d never dealt with so much in such a tightly enclosed space before.  He really didn’t like it.  It boded ill for those nearby.  Parker dropped his backpack and slowly backed out of his house once more.  “Mooom?”

No answer.  And there was no way he was going to go back into that place.  Something very bad and very big was probably inhabiting the quaint two-story home now.  And Parker wanted no part of it.  Some might call him a coward for backing out instead of charging inside in search of his mother.  Yet, he felt no need to waste his life searching for someone who spent half of her life drunk.  Why should he do anything for her when she barely lifted a finger for him?  Still, she was a human being and just leaving her in there was rather cruel.

So, he pulled out his cell phone and called the Serenity Force.  They could deal with the magic and he wouldn’t have to find out what nasty was lurking in his bedroom.  Oh yes, all those fairy tales were lies.  Magic did not always bring about goodness and happy endings.  Most of the time it brought sorrow, death and fear with it.  These days, it was getting worse, elves were attacking helpless civilians at night and the Serenity Force had had to increase the amount of officers on patrol during the dark hours.

The familiar wail of the SF siren rang out.  People began to retreat inside of their houses.  No one wanted anything to do with the SF and their business.  Watching magical-washed smoke filter out of the windows, Parker shivered.  Whatever was inside was beyond unusual.  By this point, he may as well count his mother as dead and himself as SF property.  Shit...Today was just not his day.

About Random Post

That was my intro post for the RP I recently put up in Gaia.  I can’t really offer more without confusing any readers, so just take it as a short story.

I am also working on my first story “ShadowShinigami”.  I haven the prologue done, though I will later go back and rewrite it.  Dad says I should just write from wherever.  But I find that hard to do since I know how this story goes...At the same time, he makes sense, so I might just start doing that and piece it all together at the end.  I have the prologue, but the part that’s screaming out at me...Is the ending.  It’s frustrating and amusing.  I want to get to the stuff between, but I suppose I should just follow my urges for now.

I think I was hacked.

So, I got on Gaia today.  I didn’t notice anything was off.  In fact, I didn’t notice anything until I’d spent about an hour online.  And then I realized that I was far lower on gold than I should’ve been.  On top of that, all the expensive items I’d spent a lot of time and gold to collect were gone.  So, I started crying and went down to talk to my father.  He made a lot of sense when I spoke to him.  It wasn’t like I spent actual money on Gaia, so it wasn’t that big of a deal that it had been hacked.  Perhaps it was a waste of all the time and effort I’d put into buying nice things, but still.  I can get over it.  At least the hacker (or whatever) didn’t ruin all of the writing I’d done in the last couple of months.  That would have ticked me off like no other.  I would have been pushed over the edge and I’d probably have sent some pretty nasty e-mails to Gaia, which they wouldn’t deserve.

Graduated & preparing to move

Oh the joy that fills me....Should I be more excited?  You know, because of all the movies I expected fireworks to go off once high school was, officially, over for me.  But...I don’t feel any different. There’s no sense of accomplishment.  No unending joy.  Just..me.

Although, the idea of moving has managed to excite me. I can’t wait to get into the new townhouse!!!  Small post, I know.  But I’m gonna try to post once a day.  In fact, I will see if I can’t make my blog my home page so that I see it everyday.

Random Post

Chandrakant slammed the door behind her as she left the house.  Better not to be there.  She looked royally pissed off.  And she was, too.  Cursing angrily, she yanked a pair of keys out of her leather jacket’s pocket and fumbled them in her urgency to unlock the car.  Managing to push the button several times, she pried the door of her mini cooper open.  She’d gotten the thing out of pure luck, because her mother apparently thought bribing was the new way to go.  Austin had bought the newly turned sixteen-year-old a brand new, bright red mini cooper.  It was no convertible, but it was also no family secret that Abigail abhorred the idea of buying a child a convertible.  Wee little AJ might roll it and break his neck.  However, it was just fine if Austin bought Abigail a big, shiny convertible.  Just not the children.  Bitch.

Climbing in, she pulled the door closed and turned the thing on.  Long strawberry blond locks fluttered around her face, giving her a much wilder look than normal.  Without bothering with her seatbelt, she pulled out of the driveway and joined the light traffic in front of the house.  This, she supposed, was one of the pros of living on the outskirts of a major city, traffic was not nearly as bad.  It made her happy since she’d be able to make it to the club sooner.  Perhaps it was stupid of her, but she hadn’t bothered with anything formal.  The white camisole under her jacket and the dark, somewhat ripped jeans told the story of a regular high school kid, not the story of the punk girl who went to clubs illegally.  A pair of beaten up black converse shoes peeked out from under the frayed edge of her jeans, which would again remind an observer of a teenager, not an adult.  However, she might be able to pass as an eighteen-year-old if she was lucky and the bouncer liked her.

She turned her radio on and then scoffed when it wasn’t loud enough.  Turning up the volume, she nearly blasted herself out of the car.  Several other drivers glared at her.  In retaliation, Chandra flipped them each the bird.  It was her car and she’d do what she saw fit with it.  Weaving in and out of the center of traffic, the mini cooper pulled further and further away from the heart of the city.  Her reckless driving ticked several people off, each of whom appeared to be trying to scream at her, but they were only managing to turn their faces purple.  The blond ignored them, singing along with her songs and pushing the speed limit past the breaking point.  She was very, very lucky she’d never gotten caught.

The music the teen listened to sounded, to the educated ear, a lot like screaming and noise.  Perhaps it was heavy metal, or perhaps it was something new called ‘screamo’, what with the sound so high it was impossible to tell.  Yet, within the interior of the car, one could see the driver screaming the lyrics and dancing in place.  Several adults shook their heads, others let off on the gas in a fit of fear.  The girl never noticed, though she did keep an eye out for the police.  She wasn’t stupid and she’d much rather not get arrested if she could help it.  Of course, doing so would only further tick Abigail off…At the same time, she might lose her car…And that wouldn’t be good.  No, better to keep from getting arrested at all.

She had finally left the majority of civilization when the storm that had been promising to arrive all evening finally released its rage on the poor mortals below.  Chandra cursed.  She didn’t want to slow down; she was going to be late as it was.  On top of that, she didn’t have a date for Kari.  The brunette was going to kill her.  Quite literally murder and perhaps throw her body in a river or something.  With a sigh, she didn’t let off the gas.  At this point, the houses were few and far between and there was no one else on the road.  Flicking her lights on high, she wrinkled her nose.  Why the hell had her friends decided to go to a club way the hell out in the middle of nowhere?  It wasn’t like they lived in a small community…But her friends swore that the club was the best they’d come across.  So, she’d agreed.

Calming herself, she relaxed again.  Her mind wandered once more over the age old question: why the hell did Austin buy her a mini cooper?  Was it because she was so small?  That was just plain lame.  A small car for a small person.  Others might find it funny, but being said small person the blond did not find it at all amusing.  Rather, she found it somewhat irritating.  She’d broken up with her last boyfriend because he’d made fun of her height.  Then she’d beaten him up…He never came near her now, not even to sneer in her direction and she never paid enough attention to him to smirk at him.

Chandra had just rounded a rather large curve when she thought she saw a human in the middle of the road.  She disregarded that impossible.  That is until, two minutes later, she saw a flash of red hair and pale skin.  Slamming on the breaks, she cried out, jerking the steering wheel to the left.  “Shitshitshitshit!” When the car finally pulled to a stop, the force threw her body against the window and she groaned.  That would bruise in the morning.

Yanking off her jacket and throwing it into the back of the car, she threw her door open and got out, already preparing herself to scream.  “What the fuck did you think you were doing?  Are you some sort of fucking smartass?  Running around in the middle of the fucking night like some sort of shithead!  You’re damn mother must’ve dropped you on your head, asshole!”

Stomping across the rain soaked cement to stand before the much bigger male, Chandra didn’t immediately notice that his feet didn’t quite touch the ground.  Nor did she notice that her white camisole was now drenched and clinging to her torso in a very embarrassingly revealing fashion.  “Fucking insane, I bet…You people should be kept in fu-” Cutting herself off, the petite female peered at the tall male.  He looked rather….inhuman.  “What the fuck…?”

She studied him, eyes roving over his figure, from his horns to his toes, which weren’t touching the ground.  Shivering in the rain, she wrapped thin arms around herself and only then realized what her camisole had done.  “Damn it!!” Shifting her arms, she covered her breasts as best she could.  A lace bra had not been the way to go tonight.  After a moment, she appeared to brighten.  “I get it…You’re some celebrity from a movie, right?” For that split second, Chandra seemed so kind and inviting, until the thunderous glare returned. “Well you’re still a shithead!!!”

Catching one of his hands, she pulled down until she could reach his face.  Cupping the stranger’s face, she studied him closely.  And then one of her hands shifted, fingers dancing along the elongated shell of his ear.  “So what kind of movie is this?  And why the fuck are you floating?” Those dancing fingers continued up, up, up until they met the horns protruding from his red hair.  “Amazing..It’s so realistic…I guess this is what cosmetics can do these days.  Damn…”

Meeting his eyes again with her own fierce brown gaze, she frowned. “You must be lost…And you’re running around half-naked.  Damn I really want to see this movie now.” Curiosity forgotten in an instant, she shrugged. “Anyhow, you’re going to come with me.  After nearly wrecking my car, you owe me…I need a date for tonight.” Forgetting about her rather revealing shirt, she turned and began dragging him towards her car.  She’d made many decisions by herself, not even bothering to ask him what he thought or what he wanted.  After all, Chandra figured he’d want out of the rain, she sure as hell did.  On top of all that, the teen didn’t even bother to explain that he wasn’t going to be her date, she just expected him to obey and follow her.  Her long braid was plastered to her back, the stray locks that had fallen free earlier clinging to pale skin wherever they could find it.  Her shirt was hopeless, she could only hope she’d be able to steal her boyfriend’s shirt when she got to the club or else she’d be stuck wearing her jacket all night.

So very, very frustrating.

Sometimes I think that the reason I’m so good at sinking into books, or why I love gaia so much is that real life is so very frustrating.  In a piece of writing, you usually know what almost everyone is thinking.  In real life, you don’t.

Maybe it’s all just an escape from reality for me.  But reality really sucks sometimes.  This is my own fault more often than not.  And each time, though I get frustrated and angry with my parents, I’m usually angrier with myself.  It’s really hard to explain.  On the outside, I’m angry with my parents.  On the inside I’ m hating myself for being a teenager.  For continuously being irresponsible, a procrastinator and a screw-up.  For not trying hard enough.  I know, better than my parents, what I can do.  I know that I can do better than I sometimes do.  Every time I fail, I’m reminded that I’m just spiraling down.

For every step I take forward, I seem to take two steps back.

And I hate it.

Sexuality

Sexuality is a big issue for teenagers.  Whether one is homosexual, bisexual or heterosexual. Some are bothered by their preferences, others go with the flow.  But most, if not all, teenagers deal with this issue.  The question must arise at some point in time: “Am I gay?”

And, to be honest, I have definitely wondered about my own sexuality.  It niggles at me every once in a while and I ponder on it.  I’ve found that I rather like being single in my last year of high school, it allows me to gaze upon other individuals without feeling guilty.  And it allows me to mentally pursue the question of my sexuality without any hindrances.  I’ve never talked about this issue before, because I’ve never thought I needed, or wanted to put it up on my blog.  Recently, however, the niggling has gotten pretty bad.  I’ve found myself wondering, on more than one point in time, if I might not be heterosexual as I’ve believed.

My belief in my heterosexuality has kept me from wondering too intensely, but I’m beginning to doubt my own belief.  Was it perhaps just a drilled in want to be straight from my childhood that kept me from experimenting?  My thought processes have made me rather glad that my parents have open minds when it comes to such a topic.  I haven’t broached it with them, for I have found no need as of yet.  It is a personal adventure I need to work through on my own. And it is such a hard topic to go through personally.

I wonder if perhaps I’m afraid of being anything other than heterosexual?  I mean, am I falling into a category of people who fear being outcast by society for being far too different?  Already I have two points against me: I don’t believe in God, and I’m not thin.  Could I stand to have yet another point against me?  Does it matter?  I don’t know.  I think I am succumbing to that age old fear of being shunned, so I resist any impulse to wonder, to experiment.  I remain in the dark, ever wondering about myself, but too afraid to step forward and ask.  And I’m tired of it.

I’ve long since taken my stance on the issue of gay rights.  And I’m not going to change them, especially not now that I’m seriously questioning my sexuality.  At the same time, at the thought of turning out to have attraction for those of my gender makes me worry.  I am afraid.  Perhaps of being shunned by family members, those I hold dear to me.  I am not stupid, I know that some of my family members are very religious.  I think that fear has been holding me back…

Society itself is just beginning to really accept relationships that aren’t heterosexual.  Homosexuality is becoming more common in the entertainment industry, but there’s still a lot of people frowning upon it.  I think I finally understand what it’s like to struggle with one’s own thoughts and feelings in the face of society’s frown.

I am undecided as of the moment.  The more I think about it, though, i more I believe that I am bisexual.

Dropping Phsyics

I’m feeling butterflies at the moment.  Tomorrow, I need to get my AP Physics teacher to sign my ‘drop out’ form.  Since I’m dropping the class.  It makes me feel bad, but I really must.  I’m switching into some sort of Sociology class that I haven’t taken.  The only class available for third hour that I haven’t taken.

Frustration

It seems my high school life as a senior is not making my home life easier.  More and more often I find myself frustrated.  That is probably due to the fact that I’m a teenager and get easily frustrated with everything around me.  The whole ‘attitude’ thing.  Well, it’s still hard on the teenager, too.

Anyways I thought I’d post something, but I’m too frustrated to do as such.

Every time I post….

It seems to me that I post more often than not to rant.  I hope I’m not offending anyone who happens to read this blog.

Today, I have again found myself frustrated.  With the Democratic candidates for presidency.  It seems the big names won’t be coming to Michigan and that ticks me off.  What right do they have to just brush us off?  Our votes do count, whether they like to think so or not.  Politicians, in general, usually disgust me, but I thought that this was just sad.  There doesn’t seem to be any sort of reason for Obama and Clinton not coming to Michigan, it’s not like we’re a pack of rabid dogs or something.  Besides, maybe there are people here who they could have won over by making one simple speech.  It’s just frustrating, because this is an insult to my state.  They, to me, seem to be saying that Michigan is not important enough for them to bother.  Although New Hampshire was...That is just crap and I hate them for it.

The problem is, the democrats don’t look half as evil to me as most of the republicans do.  I’ve already chosen my favorite candidate, but I’m not voting in the primaries, so I’ll just wait and see who comes out on top.  Then I’ll decide who I’m going to vote for.  For, I am going to be of voting age this year and I want to be able to have my say instead of helplessly watching the debates and then watching the country screw itself over for another four years like I did in 2004.  Not that my vote is going to make a huge deal, it’s just one among millions, but it’ll make me feel better.  For I’ll feel that at least I got my say, even if the country decides to screw itself over once again.  But then, this meanness comes from the fact that, because of Bush, I’m not too happy with the Republicans at the moment.  And the Democrats have ticked me off.  Life sucks, but you just have to deal with it.

Missed the Holidays, but Youtube caught my eye.

I was looking at a bunch of videos put up by atheists and christians alike.  Oh, look at that, my PC wants me to capitalize ‘christians’, but not atheists.  How odd.  Moving on, back to the topic at hand.

I was wandering around Youtube, lead there by a post on my father’s blog and watching various videos, a lot of which were flaming atheists for daring to have an opinion, some even went so far as to say that atheists needed to stop being allowed to put videos up.  Now that just disgusted me.  Of course, I found it somewhat ironic that all these christians, yelling and complaining about the atheists, were doing the same thing they claimed everyone was doing to them.  They wanted to take away other people’s rights to free speech.

One atheist made a good point in his video.  He explained that the reason atheists didn’t just shut up is because they also deserved the right to speak up about their views.  One girl, a christian, said that atheists weren’t saving people and, to me, she basically said that logic had no advantage.  Now that is just kind of sad.

Honestly, I sometimes just don’t get why some religious people won’t let others talk about their views without trying to rip them down.  And they wonder why so many people ridicule them these days.

I, myself, have not been able to make that big step into pure atheism.  It’s scary to think that one will cease to exist.  I mean, I can accept the facts, and I don’t believe in any sort of religion, so maybe that makes me an atheist.  Unfortunately, weak as I am, I’d prefer to think that a person doesn’t die completely.

Ticked off!

Ok, I was on Gaia, looking through the Chatterbox threads and I saw that there were a bunch pertaining to “The Golden Compass”.  This revealed something to me that I’ve always hoped was true.  Kids are not stupid! We do notice the things that happen around us.  One girl posted a thread about how she was Christian and she wants to see TGC, but her mom won’t let her because the movie “goes against our beliefs”.  It’s hard for me not to jump in the thread, because a majority of the people that are still posting are religious.  However, we also are a bit more understanding than adults.

The girl also mentioned how when she was 18-21 she wanted to drop the whole religious thing.  When another girl asked her if she really meant that and asked if she’d thought about her parents’ reactions, she responded that yeah, she meant it and the only reason she was waiting was because she didn’t want to ave to deal with “parental consent”.  Excuse my language, but what the fuck?  Why should a child need their parents’ CONSENT to believe something?  What, should I go ask my dad if it’s ok if I’m not atheist or something?  This is part of the reason I don’t like highly religious parents.  Because their kids are afraid to tell them if they do or do not believe in God.  I think that that is ridiculous.

That is oppression to me.  That girl wants to wait until she’s an adult to even attempt to find her own religion.  Maybe some people need to step back and give their kids some breathing room.  All this crap about how evil TGC or Harry Potter or anything that doesn’t promote God and his fancy little kingdom should go out the window.  I know, I know.  A lot of them just aren’t smart enough to let it go and maybe I’m being spiteful saying that, but I don’t care.  I don’t think it’s right that someone’s kid doesn’t fell she has the permission to say she doesn’t believe in God.  It just seems that religious people, not all of them, but a good many of the ones I’ve seen, are brainwashing their children from an early age.  Is there something wrong with letting the child grow and then decide what they want to believe?  Are they that afraid that they’ll lose followers by doing that that they must force kids to accept God?  I’m too frustrated to really thing right now.  But that just doesn’t seem right to me.  Then again I have a dad who’s Atheist and he doesn’t push me one way or another.  He’s told me what he believes and he’s left it at that.  Besides, I already chose science over god.  So, I guess I’m going to Hell.  Well, I’m proud.

Twilight: The MOVIE

Yes, you read right, there’s going to be a movie!  A MOVIE!!!  Oh, I am so excited.  I mean, I was excited when I first heard that Summit Entertainment was going over the possibility, but now it’s a reality.  They’re casting!  Actors!!  They’ve already cast Bella and Edward, now they only have to cast the rest of the characters.  They didn’t pick bad choices either.  Some people are all whiny and complain about who’s been cast, but I don’t know. I think that actors that were chosen will be able to pull off their parts believably enough, praying that the scrip actually gives the movie a story.  My friend wanted the cast to be newcomers that nobody’s really heart of before, you know, like they did for Harry Potter and Narnia.  However, they’re using a Harry Potter actor.  The dude who played Cedric Diggory, one Robert Pattinson, will be playing Edward.  I must say that the image Stephenie put up of him was not my favorite, but when I looked him up myself, I saw that he indeed could be the Edward of my imagination.  It’s hard, of course, switching from Henry Cavill, whose image I have coveted as Edward for a year now, but I’ll deal.

Bella is to be played by Kristen Stewart, who played the elder sister in Zathura and several other roles that I can’t bring to the front of my mind.  Like I’ve said, I’m pretty happy/content with the choices made.  I’ve not been a huge participant int he heated debates over who should play each role, though I’ve had my small opinions.  I still think Tom Welling would make a great Emmett, but I’m sure I will be quite happy with whomever they should choose.  They’ve been doing a great job so far.  They have, I’ve noticed, changed the story a bit.  I, being giddy when I read the summary of the not-yet-even-close-to-being-started movie, giggled incessantly.  I’m sure someone would have smacked me had anyone been in the room with me.  All in all I’m very excited.  Here’s the summary: