Back to your begining

I can't say how much I've missed writing here. I don't know how many people read this blog and over the years I've stopped caring, the current name of the blog reflects this, Anglemeister Chronicles, MY chronicles. I write what I want to write when I feel I need to write it. Today, I write not because I missed the blog, but because I felt compelled to. I felt compelled to return to a beginning of sorts for me. I cringe at my younger self's ideas about what constituted a blog post, yet I want to leave most of those posts up, as a reminder.

I've never kept a journal for more than a few hours. This blog fills that gap, I have changed so dramatically in these short three years that I am shocked. I've lost my way, it's hard for me to realize this but it is so apparent. I feel like I've worn and outgrown so many skins that I almost forgot what was always underneath. I think now is the time to become acquainted with myself. It seems scared is a reoccurring theme.

From the beginning, I am Angel. I come from two Mexican parents and I have one younger sister along with dozens of cousins, aunts, and uncles, and I mean baker's dozens. I love my family, no matter what they say or do. Whether or not I ever feel like I belong, whether or not I ever feel accepted, I love them. They love me, I'm sure, most of the time. I feel they are simply misguided at times, and I don't know if they trust a stranger like me to guide them through the unfamiliar.

Though, I have to wonder, why does my father act the way he does. He's frigid, he's comical. Where did this strain between us start?

My friends are my most treasured family. Like I said, I love my given family, but I would trust my life to my adopted family. Sometimes I worry though, if I matter as much as they matter to me. This family, I've collected and been collected by over the years, has always been an anchor in my life. Sometimes I sit back and watch my family, grateful. They have been there and understood me time and time again. I hope that even when our lives scatter us, we do not lose our bond.

I feel stress, all the time. I live with consequences of actions from a different Angel. I wish so often to go back and change, until I realize that I wouldn't be where I am without this. Thats how I push through it. I diminish my stress and my problems too often. I think, "that way, I don't have to worry. Compared to them, my problems are nothing." The question remains though, "Then why I am I so stressed by them?"

I am selfless, I am selfish. I want to hear about peoples troubles, to be there for them, as they would for me. I want to feel heard, to have someone to actually hear and feel what I go through, as I wish to do for others. I want to know about you, but I want to talk about me. I don't like to talk because I love to listen, but I want to say everything that's on my mind, even if it's weird, abnormal or downright creepy. I could listen to you talk for days. I can't stand the sight of you. I miss you all the time, but I wish you would go away for a long, long time. I want to hug you and cry on your shoulders when I've had a rough day, as if you were my mother and I your four-year old. I wish I could just shrink away, so no one would notice me as you spoke harsh truths you wouldn't admit. I love you, I hate you. This is for no one, this is for everyone. I can never make up my mind.

I've never wanted to off myself. I'm too scared. I appreciate this flawed life too much. The friends and new family. The potential I have. Even when all that crumbled around me, I was scared. Thank the gods for that, I have everything withing reach. For once I can see ahead with confidence and hope, whether those around me see what I see or not when it comes to my future.

I fall in love with people these days, not gender. Apply whatever title or label you wish, I no longer care, just don't tell my folks, I can't bare those looks, not again. My gender is male, but female and everything else as well. I don't think about it much anymore.

What I think about most, is him. I've known him so long, and know so little of him. I feel like a kindred spirit at times. At others, I can't believe who he is. I feel guilty, wanting to change him at times. Then, I realize I only want to make those changes because of other people, I don't care about those same things. I like him for who he can be. The drumming inside my head starts when I'm around you, my heart, I feel like you can hear it. Everyone can hear it, they must, the drumming, driving me crazy like the tick of a tell-tale heart, mine tells a tale as well. Years of yearning, of desire and confusion. You were my catalyst. If not for you, where would I be? I want to tell you, I must have confessed to all but you by now, if the drumming hasn't already. He must already know, I don't care I want to tell him. I wish there were less stigmatic words but I love him. I do, this must be what it feels like. I don't care at all for the heartache, it is of course, inevitable. He doesn't have the same, urges, as I do. No matter, I love him, and as such will be there for him. Whether he is for me. So I must tell you, face to face. I am scared. Please don't make this more difficult.

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Wow, I didn't know where this post was going to go direction-wise when I started and was completely surprised by how this turned into a letter to my friends - err family. I knew I would shed tears, but not that I would confess every muddled though I'd felt about everyone. No, this isn't scary, this is terrifying.

Electric

I'll just say right now, I'm feeling electrified all over. Driving tends to do that to me, whenever my parents take me driving I just mellow out and focus on keeping the car between the lines on the road. Today I went and followed my usual bus in my mom's car. It takes a road away from the center of town to drop of people who live further out in Pescadero. So, I followed the but, turned where it normally does to head back into town and took the car all the way back home. Now this isn't that exciting for most people but it did leave me with electricity running all over me. I felt like I could conquer anything and that I would.

Those are words that are comforting to me with my current task at school. I have to yet again transfer out of two classes that a) I no longer need and b) serve no purpose for me to take again. Minor inconvenience that made this shorter school day drag on endlessly.

You know that book Geist by Philippa Ballantine that I was gonna review? I just found out that I won another copy of the book. It shall be signed by her along with a sweet treat from New Zealand (Most likely not signed). This makes 3 print copies of the book plus 1 eBook. I feel like I should give some away but each is significant to me in some way or another. Oh and before I forget, she's going to be in San Francisco doing a book signing Saturday, February 19th. I'd be more excited about this except that I think I'm going to be in Sacramento during that time. I know I'm already getting a signed copy, but I'd still like to meet Pip and get the other copies of Geist signed. Sigh.

As far as the review is coming, I've started it but I'm waiting to see what the book review requirements in my English class are so that I can use my review for a grade in class. It shall be appearing on this blog shortly.

I also found (almost) all of my old stories from middle school. I'm hoping they'll be able to help me through this creative drought I'm experiencing. Repeat sigh.

Still, I'm feeling quite electrified. What about you?

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The First Time

They say the bathtub is a great place to think, I can't remember who said it, But I believe Einstein did this and that's got to count for something, right? Maybe he said it? I don't know.

I haven't even started and I'm already off track. This is a bit ridiculous? Let me try this another way.

So it's been almost five months since I've started doing shows on the radio (KPDO 89.3 FM) and I still fondly remember my first time (feel free to chuckle at the innuendo, there's going to be quite a few I'm afraid)

I have also caught myself narrating and describing the things I see or remember. It started today with me watching the shower head spraying down water at the drain and imagining the individual drops of water floating up and swirling around in the sky like leaves on the wind.

anyhow, as I stepped into the shower and I reminisced about the first time, I began to mentally describe it all, the emotions I felt sitting behind the mic and hearing my voice replayed on air.

This story is the result of that.

Day One 

I was alone, the beast ready to chew me up and spit me out. I wasn't ready, not by a long shot. The beast could tell. It glared at me with it's 12 orange eyes of malice, it primed it's 3 arms, ready to take my every breath. Tens of Dozens of multicolored thorns threatened to prick tens of dozens of holes in my hands. I'd spent the last month training for this moment. This was it.

I closed the door of the chamber, If I was going to do this I would need to do it right. taking a deep breath I equipped myself with the necessary gear to challenge such a beast. Mustering all my strength I lowered the first switch, bringing up another at the same time.

It's first arm was level with my mouth, I recited the first phrase I was taught, This was it, I was actually doing it.

My words stumbled off my lips like boulders off a cliff side. My hands shook as my soul bared out before the beast, my hands twitched, fear yielding to mere anxiety. I plugged in, changing the switches once more.

The beast roared, but the voice was not it's own. No, the beast spoke with the voice of another. The voice I chose for it. I smiled with satisfaction, the beast was less frightening, now that I was winning.

I stepped back, momentarily disarming myself, A faint voice echoed throughout the chamber, my voice. My grin now spanned from one ear to another. It spoke with my voice. The beast spoke with my voice, all could hear it. The knots of my stomach unwound completely. Anxiety was replaced by confidence, donning my gear once more and prepared to return to the airwaves.

Time seemed non-existent, before I knew it my time in the arena was up. I bid the spectators farewell, and freed the beast, letting it hear it's own voice once more. I disarmed, The beast was mine. I knew then, I would return, wanting to improve. To see how I could better challenge the beast- no the machine. That's all it was now. Just a machine, and I had bested it. Not bad for the first day on the job.

END

So what did you think? This is the first draft I wrote just after stepping out of the shower but I want to have people tell me what they thought so I can make necessary changes and submit it to the school newsletter, The P-Town Post.

P.S. listen in to my show Furthest Edge on Monday from 5-6pm Pacific Time. This week I'm playing another episode of Cybrosis! Also tune in to my new show with Shannon Bowman-Sarkisian of http://coastsidewriterforhire.blogspot.com Abstract Discourse, we talk about all sorts of speculative fiction, last week we discussed William Gibson and Neuromancer. This week we talk about Writing, more specifically writing speculative fiction! Tune in Tuesdays from 4-5 pacific. you can also listen to Shannon's show South Coast Salon Sundays from 4-5 pacific. if you don't live in Pescadero listen live at http://kpdo.org/listenlive.php

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School and Death

It's been a couple days since I came back from the camping trip I was on last Monday-Tuesday and I just have a few updates for this week.

First and least important (or most for some people) I start school next Tuesday. August 24 I return to the seemingly endless cycle of "learning" I'm honestly anxious about coming back. I don't remember where I left off as far as my grades are concerned. I still don't know how I did on my STAR Test (Standardized Testing And Results) which is something I should know by now. School always makes me stress, the only class I'm looking forward to is History, somehow it's the one class that I'm even slightly interested in. It also happens to be where I do my best writing!

Once Tuesday comes around everything will be topsy-turvey and annoyingly busy. I will be continuing my radio show on a weekly basis and every other week I'll still attempt to be a part of the SafeHaven Podcast however doing so will be much more difficult with homework and such. Sadly my reading will also slow down because of this but I will figure something out to still finish my list by the end of the year. Unfortunately school won't be the only thing hindering what I love doing, my obligations to raising money for my Youth & Government trips will suck up some time, and my lunch time where I can do more reading will also be hindered by my Youth Advisory Council (YAC) and Peer Mentor meetings. I generally feel that this year is gonna be a pain in my ass, especially because this is the year that College becomes a much more tangible concept, and I have to take the SATs and I am going to strive to get my driver's license. It's times like this I appreciate the good ol' days. I sorely miss being able to just goof off and not have any responsibilities. I miss not being relied upon for things, It's all too much too fast in my opinion. I don't like it. I don't want to grow up, but I know that I can't go back to being a kid.

None of us can. All we can do is to make the best of where we are and attempt or succeed in steering ourselves to our own destinations. We all are going to just have to suck it up and live.

Then of course Die.

I know it's a grim subject that few of us allow ourselves to think about but you can't think about the future without at some point dwelling on the fact that you are going to die.

I don't often dwell on the subject, it leaves me feeling empty and scared to think someday I'm going to keel over and just stop. I don't know if anything happens to my consciousness afterwards, that is of course what scares me the most. Not knowing, I don't want to just cease to be unfortunately that may be exactly what happens. Or perhaps I'll burn in hell for some sin or another. However if that's the case I'm not burning among strangers. Maybe I'll get into some kind of heaven or perhaps there is no heaven or hell just one place where all souls go after passing away. No one knows for sure, but death is very real. Just as real as growing up. Just like how I don't want to grow up, I don't want to die. I would crawl into a hole if I knew it would keep me alive forever.

Rather that's what I "wish" I would do. I know doing something like that is no better than dying so I may as well get out there and LIVE. Don't get me wrong I'm scared to death of Death, but I have come to realize I can't do anything about death. It sucks but that's life I guess.

anyway I hope you enjoyed my rant on growing up and my half-assed thoughts on Death. I'll probably elaborate on my past week in general from a blurb about my camping to the book that came in while I was gone that I am absolutely adoring!

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Spawning Stories

Would you be disturbed if someone walked up to you and said they "Spawned" their child? I kind of would, it just sounds creepy if you mention spawn to refer to something living. Spawn doesn't sound like an appealing way to describe a living thing, especially a child. Unless of course you are referring to something as the spawn of (Devil/Satan/Insert other name) there's an exception to every rule of course.

So random thoughts aside, I thought I'd return to some not so regularly scheduled blogging! I felt it was a good time to write an entry, especially since I haven't recorded a new podcast yet due to a new lack of editing software (I'll get to that in a second) However it does look like I'll be posting monthly Podcasts which is fine by me. less money to pay to Libsyn.

So I generally use Adobe Soundbooth CS5 for my audio editing and recording. I use Soundbooth because Audacity just sucks when I try to use it. I've been using the free trial and unfortunately ran it out a few days ago. right now I'm trying to learn Sony ACID Xpress temporarily until I can afford to but Soundbooth, which I love using! So until then it's probably using iPod Recorder and most likely Aviary's Music Editor.

Onto my Radio Station news. I work at KPDO 89.3 FM a radio station in Pescadero, CA and at the moment I'm preparing for my next Radio show on Monday (Furthest Edge every Monday on 6pm PST) I'm 4 episodes into Cybrosis - A Podcast Novel Written and Narrated by P.C. Haring. it is a Sci-Fi novel about Agent Ciris (a Cyborg) who after a mission botched up mission, finds herself going down a rabbit hole full of conspiracies and betrayals. This is P.C. Haring's first podcast novel and it has become one of my favorite "Podnovels" so much so that I decided to air the episodes on my show. you can find all the episodes at http://www.cybrosisnovel.com/ or listening live every Monday online at http://kpdo.org/listen.php

Once the 20th episode airs I will be airing local audio dramas written by me and anyone who submits an adequate script. If you like writing, try your hand at script writing and email me (contact info below)

On the subject of writing, I am still working on my Audio Drama series tentatively called Revenant. I am definitely putting alot of love into this which is why I'm not that far along in writing. I want to make sure I want to leave few implausible events (it's a Fantasy series so implausible is almost unavoidable) However, Revenant is not my only writing endeavor at the moment. I currently am going to try my hand at writing scripts for the Leviathan Chronicles and the Byron Chronicles.

Leviathan Chronicles is a great Sci-fi Audio Drama series about a civil war amongst a city of Immortals and a CIA organization trying to destroy them. I can't do the series justice, go check it out for yourself! Leviathan Chronicles is in the interim season and as far as I know is holding a contest where listeners can submit their Leviathan Origin stories of how they became immortal if you listen to the Leviathan Soapbox's to find out more. Darker Projects is responsible for the Byron Chronicles a paranormal Audio Drama about the adventures of Byron, a "being" who's existence dates back to Ancient Rome, it's not easy to describe in that the title says it all, the show is about the chronicles of Byron. Darker Projects has a contribute section where you can offer all sorts of services from voice acting to writing to editing. I plan to see if I can't put together my own Byron Script.

So that's all I'm up to at the moment. Check out all the Audio Dramas I mentioned on their websites
http://CybrosisNovel.com/
http://LeviathanChronicles.com/
http://DarkerProjects.com/

You can leave me a comment below on this and other blog posts. or follow the blog to keep up with my infrequent blog posts. to Eliza and Jack who commented on my previous blog posts, thanks for reading and I hope you continue to keep in touch! Eliza I get teased because most people think I'm obsessed and mostly they find that it's not manly that I love her music I guess? I Don't really know why I get crap for it, but hey I don't really care all that much If people don't think highly of me.That's all this week check back her for updates on my life, work, my writing, and my podcasts!

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The Tour of Earthly Delights

Hello people! So most of the people reading this are still winding down from Sunday's 4th of July festivities! I personally had a quiet 4th of July and went to the movies on Monday, but nothing too exciting. I do however have something coming up soon that I'm really excited about this year.

I will be going to "The Tour of Earthly Delights" for those who don't know what that is The tour is Shakira's latest global tour for both She Wolf (or Loba in some areas) and Sale el Sol which is her album coming out in September. The Tour is coming to the Oracle Arena in Oakland October 23rd I believe. Well surprisingly enough that's 3 days after my birthday! My dad a had running joke that if Shakira ever came by on Tour that he would take me. When I heard about "The Tour of Earthly Delights" I practically begged for him to take me, getting to see Shakira live in concert has kind of been a big deal for me considering I pretty much grew up on her music (thanks mom!). I have my tickets already and recently loaded my iPod with her CD's which used to be on my old computer (I finally decided to transfer her albums onto my new Laptop)

I do get teased a lot about my love for Shakira's music (Molly...) well, seeing as how I'm going to her concert for my 16th birthday and I don't really care anymore I will say right now, I love her music. Deal with it!

So I guess I'll end this with a quote from her song, "Costume Makes The Clown"

"I'm not a virgin, but I'm not the whore you think"

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Anglemeister Chronicles Podcast 01 - Audio Blog #1 and 50th Blog Entry

So this is it. The Big 50. I gotta say I was starting to doubt I'd ever get here, especially after all the more than month long gaps between entries. Surprisingly enough I've kept it up this long and I intend to keep on keeping it up. So as a sort of treat, I recorded this Audio Blog a few hours ago on top of a hill overlooking Pescadero and rambled on. I don't think I did a splendid job of editing out background noise, such as that mysterious buzz-like chirping. I did not edit out much content, or any at all but this was an impromptu dive into Audio Blogs. I figured I may as well just get everything out I didn't have that many gaps of silence so I'll leave it as is and make up for it with a much better segmented purposeful Audio Blog.

Direct Download

Now, A semi-good recording Isn't all I'm adding to this milestone entry. Nope, I do have more to add, but before I do, I'd like to give a list of people who I thank for my return to this Blog as well as to the initial creation of the blog.

>> First, I'm going to thank my friend Molly my dear friend and often times encouraging antagonist (=P)

>> Hanna my fellow writer and confidante. we should be awkward more often!

>> Gavin, my always amusing friend and favorite kazoo player (If your reading this send me the kazoo sound please? no gaybe about it)

>> The ever awesome Jack Crute I don't think I'd be as consistent with my posts If I hadn't been inspired reading his blog http://Dinokill.com/

>> Jenn Geoppinger, John Pavlich, and pretty much pretty much everyone who's been on either the Dollhouse Podcast or Milk Carton TV for all the laughs and indirect motivation for me to get into both radio and audio blogging.

>> Charlie Chalkley I think nudging you to have a blog did push me to actually have more decent blog posts

>> Billy (Siatabiri) and Bronzethumb thanks to you two, I will eventually start a Amy Acker for next companion! Hopefully on this blog.

>> Whyiwatch you're dollhouse videos reminded me to write something that I'd be proud of (most of the time)

>> David Ault for the encouraging words and the blog comments. All of Darker projects as well for re-igniting my imagination

>> Christof Laputka for the awesome world you created in the Leviathan Chronicles, you motivated me to want to start writing for my own Audio Drama!

>> P.C. Haring many thanks for returning my email about your podcast, I look forward to your next project.

>> my Middle School Language arts teacher Mrs. Talbot, If not for her I wouldn't have even started a blog, and now I'm the one teaching her about blogs, everything comes full circle I guess

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So here you have most of the people how have in one way or another contributed to the Anglemeister Chronicles as it is now, again I thank all of these wonderful folks for what they do and for their direct or indirect encouragement. So here's to 50 entries passed, and to 50 more to come!

~ Anglemeister

Do Over

Ok let's try this again, I was sitting down starting my post telling what I'll be doing this summer. Unfortunately, the battery died mid sentence and I forgot where I was. Maybe a draft is saved on here already, however I'm not exactly in the mood to pick up where I left off so I'll start again and get right to the point.

So first off, I've got a busy summer ahead of me seeing as how I'm continuing to Volunteer/Work at my local radio station KPDO 89.3 FM. It's a local station that seems only to reach the town itself but it can be streamed online if you got to the site here. I'm spending a lot of time helping the station manager with pretty much as much as he asks me to. This is probably the most fun I've had volunteering or working at a place. Even though I don't generally enjoy work that involves monotonous tasks. I find working in this environment extremely exciting and I look forward to spending a lot of time there.

Apart from that I am going to summer school to re-attempt earning credits for my second semester of Integrated Science 1, because I was a bad boy for not paying attention :p

Beyond that I'm writing for myself to add content to this blog.

Keeping this short and sweet. See ya soon.  -Angel

EDIT: (08/10/2010) I just realized this Entry was posted on the 3rd Anniversary of my blog! I did not consciously choose to re-resurrect Anglemeister Chronicles, I must have subconsciously picked this day to post, it's August but I want to still do an anniversary entry

Changing Course...

It seems all I ever do is make announcements of whats to come every couple of months, and no follow through. It seems it's that time again, But first I'd like to tell you a little story.

It was about 3 or more years ago that I stumbled upon http://blogger.com and was completely enamored with it. It was simple enough that I, as a lowly middle schooler at the time could use easily without much investment into the fine little details. The question is, why? why did I open an account with blogger? That parts easy, writing. I wanted to be able to log my stories somewhere and let anyone with a computer and a web browser to be able to read it at their own leisure. I could also keep a journal of events, to keep from completely losing the fond memories I make in my life, this is because I tend to often forget so many memories. Probably has something that has to do with that time I feel off my dad's truck and landed on some rocks....I remember bleeding copiously. Funny how the truck I fell off may be the very truck I get to drive one day...getting tangenty, and ellipsy, reign it in Angel.

Alright, so you know why I started blogging, now I direct your attention to the majority of my posts. A total of about One post has been a written work (and apparently the text was lost by Google...censorship!) the others are childish nonsense. As the mature (hardly), responsible (questionably), and dashingly handsome (HA! Sarcasm!) Writer/Administrator/Editor/Reader I have come to the decision of bringing this blog back from the dead once more (With Feeling). Wow I've resurrected this blog more times than Buffy's died and come back.

I'm going to return this blog to the glory it never achieved. Seeing as how I have the whole summer with no (time consuming) assignments besides a few English assignments I'll mention later, I have plenty of time to write some short stories for myself and whoever chooses to read them. I'll need to add a bit of a warning here, the majority of these stories are not suitable for children, and adults who are closed minded or are opposed to sexual content written by a fifteen year old. I'm not saying all my stories will be explicit. However, they may, and you will be warned when it is. Also I'd like to have update blogs with random content like opinions and book reviews, etc.

That brings us to what to expect from here on out.Well first, my posts will be more scheduled. How about I post an entry every Friday? Yes? Okay, settled. Tomorrow, I'll post my first story of the summer, I started this a week before school got out last Friday. Be Warned, this is an explicit story featuring two homosexual males. I wrote this as a result of months of anticipation of summer break, stress from grades, and just overall pent up frustration. I am considering putting two explicit tags just because one explicit tag may not be enough. Also coming in the pipeline is my review of the book, Vintage: A Ghost Story. It's a wonderful book in my opinion, and I'll tell you why, next week.

Another new addition will be my infrequent Audio Blogs, I don't know how often I want to do them, but they will generally be a part of the more random reviews and musings. However I know when my first Audio Blog will be. I'm fast approaching my 50th post, It's quite a milestone, especially since I stopped so many times and got back into the groove afterward, rather than let it fade away like a memory. I'm still working on how I'm going to host an audio blog, I may possibly host it on Libsyn. I'll find a way.

So that concludes the announcements portion of this blog, I have a few other things I'd like to bring you up to speed on but I feel this is pretty long for a simple update. Therefore I'll compose another blog right now that brings you up to speed on my summer.

- bye bye, Angel

Fire

Ok, I almost forgot how to use this, it's been so long! So as some people know, i have started writing a new Story Serial, more info later when I can tell u, but i just wanted to share with you an excerpt from the first chapter (which i should probably finish) that I am particularly proud of. I admit it is vary vague as far as descriptions go but i tried to not get so caught up on that and this was my result, please enjoy:


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I turned to see the blazing fire decimating the once nearly flawless looking school. The Fire was 
massive and seemed to sway majestically, I knew that if I went in there I would most likely die within 
the flames, but I had to go in.  She was still in there, trapped. She needed me.
I ran straight at the flames passing through with relative ease. inside it was strange, nothing was 
burned. It was as if the fire couldn't burn the inside, or the fire hasn't ruined this place yet. Whichever 
it was, I had to be on my guard.

the halls were cold, freezing even. I could feel the temperature drop as the seconds rolled on. I heard a voice crying out in pain.

I took off running towards the source as if the fire was chasing after me, suddenly I stopped. This hall, it was blazing hot. Literally. The fire had consumed most of this space, it surrounded and seeped out from the doors and spread sporadically in the hall.

She cried out again.

Like a foolish hero, I made my way through the fire and towards a door that was not yet entirely engulfed by flame. I could see her on the other side, the panic on her face. I told her to step away from the door, I backed up and ran straight at the door. I thought that I would have slammed into the door before busting it down, instead I passed right through it and fell on the ground  in the room.
I stood up and looked around, she was nowhere in sight. I walked towards the windows. somehow, they were intact, I could see the flames engulfing the building and the people watched me with horror yet none dared to move. Something compelled me to put my hand on the glass. my hand seared with pain but I couldn't pull it away. I felt my skin burn like paper. I screamed in agony until finally my hand detached itself from the glass.

The skin on my hand looked ashen, In some areas on it I could see bone. I got up, making my way towards the door and tried the doorknob, no such luck. I peered through the glass on the door, She was standing on the other side, She looked at me with a blank stare. I asked her to let me out. she let a smile dance across her face for a brief second and turned away.

At that moment, the fire behind the windows blew through the glass. I screamed after her, yelling at her to come back. the fire spread around the room. I could feel it surrounding me, it edged closer snapping at my ankles. I tried to yell at the top of my lungs but no sound came out. I pounded at the door as the fire climbed up my legs. Frantic, I clawed at the door, finally feeling the suffocating smoke. My eyes shut tight, the fire enveloped me and I screamed like hell.

TV Premieres and iPods

Okay this is the first time I managed get the time to make a new post so here it is, I just saw the Ghost Whisperer and The Ex-list Premieres on CBS and they were really good in my opinion.

Assuming you kept up with Ghost Whisperer

Ghost Whisperer: There's a fire at Rockland University and a guy in the Psych department Eli (Jaime Kennedy) Has a near death experience so now he can hear the ghosts around him (Ghost Listener) and has a ghost attached to him. oh and a ghost tells Melinda (Jennifer Love Hewitt) That there is a price for what she does(Crossing spirits into the light) You can find out the rest of what happened here: http://www.cbs.com/primetime/ghost_whisperer/

The Ex-list: A women is told by a psychic that she has until the end of the year to marry or she never will, and that it's one of her ex's. so she makes a list of them and follows any signs that end up leading her to one of them. It's pretty funny!

I also am finally gonna get an iPod Touch!

- Anglemeister

Stuff Happened Last Weekend

well...stuff happened this weekend. The End. No really, thats all. Fine! I'll tell you!

First, I bought a new CD entitled Lunada by Thalia, not sure what compelled me to do so but the songs are pretty

Next, I bought a strap and case for my guitar!

Finally, My family went out for the weekend and as we were on the freeway I looked back and saw that in the car behind us, the driver and passenger were both waving at me. At first I assumed that they were just people that randomly waved at other cars but even as they passed us they kept on waving as if they recognized me. I don't know who they were but I have my theories

So there you have it. Nothing worth mentioning happened this weekend.