lady ace of spades's blog: "stories from a psychotic thought"

so, in my intro to shakespeare class, we have to read one shakespeare book a week. dumbass me forgot about how many days i had so on tuesday i read over 100 pages of "the taming of the shrew" and still didnt finish (i gave up at 10 pm). after i was done, i had an almost uncontrollable urge to speak in iambic pentameter. in class, when we were talkin about the book and watching clips of the BBC version and some other better version, i realized i was slowly thinkin in imabic pentameter. lol by the end of the semester, i'm sure i could almost imitate shakespeare, so i'm going to challenge myself. i'm gonna try to write a story, not a play, in iambic pentameter. it's going to be hard but i'm sure i could do it. now then, i need ideas...any suggestions?

boy: i saw her today girl: i saw him today boy: it seems like its been forever girl: i wonder if he still cares.. boy: she looks better than before girl: i couldn`t stop staring at him boy: i asked how how things were going girl: i asked about his new gurlfriend boy: i`d choose her over any gurl i`m with girl: he`s probably happy right now boy: i couldn`t look at her w/o starting to cry girl: he couldn`t even look at me boy: i told her i miss her girl: he doesn`t mean it boy: i loved her girl: he loves his new gurlfriend boy: i held her for the last time girl: he gave me a friendly hug boy: then i went home and cried girl: then i went home and cried boy: i lost her girl: i still love him

he threatened to kill himself again. he told me he was going to. since i was feelin the same, my attempt to stop him werent as zealous as they used to be. then i did the bitchest thing and turned it to me. he knows i have a fear of dying alone and that night, i didnt care anymore which meant i was serious. i told him i wasnt going to shangri-la with him, i was going to hell...it seems suitable and i've always known i was going. he said he'd trade his soul for mine and i'd go to heaven. i basically told him not to bother, i deserved wat i got coming and i could take it. the convo continued and he stopped responding so i went to bed. yesterday he IMed me sayin the gun jammed... i cant say i've completely given up my will to die either...after all...third time's the charm.

a girl of almost 18 years stood on the field, lacrosse stick in hand, pullin at her uniform because of the unsightly bulges the kilt and the spandex shirt created and amplified. She was playin defense for the first time since 7th grade and had no idea what to do. Looking through a caged vision (due to the cage goggles), she spied her mom standin on the hill along with a few other parents and students rooting for the team. Her mom didnt cheer or show any emotion. She stood off to the side, hands clasped in front of her, just watching the game through her black sunglasses. part way through the game, the girl looks up and watches her mom turn her back and walk away from the game to her shiny silver mercedes benz. something her mom said earlier came back to her; "your sister has a game at 4, i'll stop there and then go to yours". the girl's shoulder slumped visibly as she watched her mom's car pull away, betting she was going to her little sister's lacrosse game. it was bad enough her dad joined the coaching part of her sister's new school's lacrosse team, but now the girl felt abandoned. what did she have to do to get her parents to wacth her?! the year before, she had made her first goal - it had taken her 5 years - and neither one of them had been there...she kept asking herself "what do i have to do???" halftime came and went. the teams switched sides of the field. the girl looked over towards the hill where the loyal fans were and she saw her dad. she was happy and tried to play her hardest throughout the 2nd half. the other team won and the girl was mad at herself for a few of the goals that she should've been able to stop. "good game" her dad comments, taking her sports bag from her. something snapped and the girl thought "don't you DARE tell me good game! you werent even THERE for the first half!!" she got quiet and mumbled a thank you telling her dad to bring the car up to the building since she left her backpack there along with the presents from her secret psyche. her dad drags her back to her little sister's lacrosse game and the girl sits in the car listenin to the radio for 15 minutes noticing her mom standing on the sidelines of the field. it hit her...her mother had left her game to go to her little sister's game. how could she? the girl's sister was more athletic and played more sports but lacrosse was the only team sport the giel played. how was this fair? the girl opened the mirror above her in the car. she stared at her reflection and remembered the unsightly bulges she had tried to hide with her uniform. she thought one thing "this is me". this is me

this is a funny story that happened a few years ago (i SWEAR it happened!). i was in mcdonald's a few years ago with my friends gabo, magoo and rosemary. we were hanging out and this woman who was dressed like she was homeless came up to us and started talkin to us. we decided to mess wit her head. the conversation went like this: woman: where do you go to school? us: we're college students woman: oh nice! where do you go to college? us: in North Carolina. gabo: but they're building a branch of it on the moon woman: did you know men are going to have a war over the moon? and that's all i remember. we laughed our asses off afterwards. it was sooooooo funny!!

last night, i dreamed for like the 1st time in AGES. i saw myself and ttwo other people i knew, and one i didnt know. i believe i was with 2 other girls and one guy...the guy i knew, girl 2 was someone i didnt know but apperantly his gf and girl 1 i knew. for some reason we were in a house that was being renovated...there was a hispanic worker waitin for other workers. he eyed me and smiled and blushed and kept walkin. he left somehow and suddenly the gf start to seizure on the floor...i guess u could call it shaking. she stopped and we sat there waiting for her to calm down in the doorway to the house. the workers came back and the one who had looked at me turned to his friends and pointed to me saying "she gives good head" and walked right by me without giving me a second thought. his friends did the same thing. the gf ended up in her underwear and i remember thinkin how this was stupid and how she was prolly faking it. somehow she fell and hit her head and start to seizure again. we got her up and started walking out of the house to find a hospital for her. we had to walk cuz none of us had cars. the last i remember was us walking down the stairs to the sidewalk from the house. the boy was already turning to the right and walking. his gf was shivering walking around in her underwear and the rest of us were in jackets. i remember thinking if she was cold...

she wandered the streets wondering where she should go. where was she now? the girl had no idea. the streets were cracked pavement full of graffiti and telltale spots of dried blood. a war had gone on here. dead bodies, invisible to the naked eye, were sprawled all over the place. the girl was not afraid and calmly stepped over every one. the street signs were broken and faded. there was no way to tell where she was or how much further she had to go. the street lights flickered on a off, lighting her way. a rustle from a bush didnt frighten the girl. she hissed silently and heard a soft answering hiss. "good" she thought. "they're in position". tonight was the last night, a final battle, a final day to the war...but first, the girl needed food. she was an innocent-looking girl of 10 or 11 years old, she couldnt remember anymore. it had been too long... footsteps from around the corner. "excuse me little girl?" a young man said hesitantly when he saw her. "what are you doing out so late? are you lost?" "yes sir" the girl's eyes welled up. "my mommy sent me out in our new neighborhood to go look for a conveniece store and i've been wandering around for hours!" "where do you live?" "in the blue collar district...i think..." "well" he said, offering her his hand. "i can walk you over there, it isnt that far from here. if you recognize anything let me know." "ok" she sniffed, wiping tears away from puffy hazel eyes. they started to walk at a clipped pace. the man knew the danger of being out so late. he checked his watch. almost 2 am...on a school night. what was this little girl's mom thinking?! maybe he'll suggest some stores that were close by since they were new to that neighborhood and he worked in the same district for years. but then again, it wasnt his place to tell the woman how to raise a child...but still...2 am on a school night. unconsciously, they walked into a park where the children of the fishing district played. the trees created questionable shadows that appeared to have no end to them. a full moon was overhead. the child tripped over her shoes and fell, scraping a knee. "ow!!!" she cried as blood flowed slowly out of the wound. the young man leaned down, comforting her as he tried to stop the cut from bleeding. he ripped a part of his shirt and pressed it against the wound. he looked at the young girl. her eyes were pools of pain. he checked the wound...except now there wasnt one. he looked back at the girl. she smiled and showed her fangs as they grew longer. it was pointless to scream, no one would help him. before he could react, she was on top of him, draining his body dry...