Oh, Yeaaah...

I tend to neglect this blog, especially after discovering tumblr... But tumblr is more like a mini-blog with awesome people. Or. Something.

Anyway, just wanted to share some awesome stuff with you.

My dear friend Rachel has recently started an art blog. So far she only has a few posts up, but there is an awesome sketch of yours truly, and another great sketch of the beautiful Dia Frampton. So check out Rachel's Art Blog and follow her if you're interested. You won't be disappointed, she is very talented.

Also, if you are a fan of Meg & Dia then you should really consider joining the new Meg & Dia Fan Boards! I actually created them and most of the band are actually members themselves! It's a great community with some great people and we have some really great exclusive downloads and information/news on the band! So you should join!

My birthday may or may not be next month and I may or may not have always wanted a surprise birthday party. Not that anyone ever reads this...

Anyway! I hope that everyone had a grand holiday and continues to have a grand year!

Keep on keepin' on!

Alyce

Came as a Surprise...

I was checking my Blog Stats for this blog.

And holy crap! I had no idea that my blog was as popular as it actually is or that people had actually bothered to search for it! I was like, "Whoa. People actually enjoy... reading this shit? Cool!"

So on that note, I will post more often and I will try to plan out my posts more... Rather than all those "I just wanted to rant for a moment" type posts.

So here's to more well put together posts! Huzzah!

Cheers!

Alyce

The Cycle

Life is a plot that spins and spins.
Why is it so hard to accept life as it happens?
You said, “Well, it really just depends.”
I say, “Love is a circle…”
“And it never ends.”

So live in the cycle,
See if I care.
History,
I’ve had enough of my share.
So live in the cycle,
See if I care.

I’ve seen it once.
I’ve said it again.
I’ve said it once.
I’ve seen it again.
I say, “Life is a circle…”
I repeat, “and it will never end.”

Flow in the cycle, never end.
Same thing, over and over again.

Flow in the cycle, never end.
Same thing, over and over again.

So live in the cycle,
See if I care.
History, I’ve had enough of my share.
Live in the cycle,
See if I care.
So, Live in the cycle,
I won’t care.

Flow in the cycle, it won’t end.
Over,  and over, and over again.

((It is, in fact, supposed to be repetitive. Enjoy!))
Cheers!
Alyce

Don't Let It Get To You

Yo.

That's my best friend's favorite word. Just, "yo." It's so short, so simple. I mean, is yo even a real word? When did people start saying yo?

Anyway, it sort of says a lot about her. She's such a different person, and you have no idea how she got to be as who she is. She's different, and awesome, and I couldn't ask for a better friend.

Anyway. Sometimes life does things. It wants to get to your head, bring you down, or... something of the sort.

When this happens to me, I like to think of what my friend would say. She's always so clever and so funny. I love having her around. You should always keep around the people who make you happy.

If someone doesn't make you happy, you probably shouldn't keep them around. Not a good relationship.

But still, life goes on and no matter what is going on that's bringing you down... Just don't let it get to you. It's not worth it.

Throw on some music, do a little dance, and move on with your life. The more fun you have, the better it will be.

South of Eden

I hate knowing that I've let you in, only to hurt you.

No matter which way I turn, I'm the bad guy. Except for maybe from my point of view, but... No. There is still guilt.

Guilt molded by indifference. My indifference to you.

I think I'm inspired. For the first time in a very, very long time. I think my complete and total lack of feeling actually towards something caused me to feel again... Or... something.

"I wonder what you would say if I walked up to you today and confessed that I feel nothing. Well, not nothing. I do love you. As much as a friend can love someone they've known for most of their lives.

But do I smile over just knowing you're standing somewhere nearby? Do I want to be near you? Spend all my time with you?

Time is an important thing.

No. No I don't.

For a long time I was told that I was 'The Heart.' People have told me that they've never known anyone quite as empathic as I, but I doubt the truthfulness behind those words. It's impossible to understand another's heart when you lack one of your own."

Writer's... Block?

This is me, forcing myself to write.
It's been a long time, and it's starting to make me ill.

My senior year of high school, as great as it was, still had it's... Lameness. I've always prized myself on my writing, and near the beginning of the year I wrote a lot. I even became the Prose Editor of my school's literary magazine. (Who could ask for more, right? Allow me my bit of selfishness.) I think I just sort of expected to be in the magazine. I believed myself a good writer, so I thought that something I wrote would get it.

I entered five stories. Five. And I got nothing out of that.

So I've been really self conscious ever since. Maybe I just didn't push it enough? No one in my group ever gave me a real answer as to what they thought of the stories. I know that my teacher liked them, she'd read them and was later shocked upon realizing that I wasn't in the magazine.

It sort of just makes me wonder. All those things I wrote that my friends and teachers praised, were they really any good? I know that my Ad. Lit teacher mentioned that all of my teachers talked about what a great writer I am, but... Well, I don't know.

So here I am. Forcing the words. Forcing them. I haven't had to do this in a long time. They used to flow. Now they are reluctant and my stomach churns with each word I let out. Like I'm afraid. Afraid of something I really enjoy doing.

Expect a forced story soon. Probably something short and terribly lame for nothing else than to just get my mind functioning once more. If I expect to try writing as a career choice, then I seriously need to get my marbles back.

So, until then. This is Alyce signing out... or... something.

Alyce

Connected

I believe that we are connected.
But if you’ve been reading my blogs, you already know this.

I know that I somehow have something to do with that stranger that I walk past on the street. Maybe something I’ve said to a close friend once upon a time has traveled all the way to this stranger’s ears and has made some sort of a difference in their life.

You know, you can all me crazy. But this is what I believe.

So I’m writing my next story about this. I’m going to choose a few of my already written short stories and bring them together into one novel with some other new material. All these stories will be connected in one way or another.

It sort of reminds me of “Bleed” by Laurie Faria Stolarz. All the characters in that book were connected in one way or another. I loved that book. We do in fact, all bleed.

That’s all I really have to say for now. Expect some stories from my Connected Project to show up on my SeventeenthStar blog soon!

Smile,
Alyce

Listening To:
“Paper Bag” – Anna Nalick