^^ wOOt! I don't know why... but I am just -totally- pumped tonight! I went out and skateboarded around town for a little bit... and then me and Clint played Majora's Mask for like, three hours, before it was time to head out to Young Womans. MMMmmmm Cinnimon rolls...

Anyways. I'm here to let you guys all know, that from now on, thanks to that little revelation I had yesterday, I am going to try and write something... poetic. Or just write something -period-. Every day. Till I die.

Or until I get past this damn writer's block... whichever comes first. ^^ So... yeah. Today sucked, basically, but I took it entirely in stride, strangely enough. Though this morning I freaked out, because I looked in the mirror and I swear, I looked like I had aged -years-. It was creepy. Then I got out of the shower and I looked normal, besides the extra heavy bags around my eyes...

Anyways. Here goes that little writing thinger...

As the alarm rings out in my ears, I roll over and violently turn it off. Turning onto my back, I face my window, and watch as the little dust motes that have taken to dancing in front of my window float in the autumn sunrise. Seeing the mountains, I smile softly as the sun rises over a new day. Oh that every morning were as tranquil as this, that I wouldn't have to rush off to a place where I am unwanted, unneccessary. I feel peace, like a soft cloud float over me, and I know that a change is coming soon. Very soon, to rescue me from my daily hell. Feeling my bones creak as I clamber out of bed, I know I am already too old to be doing this. Sadly enough, wisdom doesn't measure age... Crawling downstairs, I pass by the living room window. I pause, and watch silently as the street sits empty, the sun dancing playfully through the sprinklers, sending a prismatic spray of colors through the grass. Feeling at peace, I climb into the shower, letting the water play over me, washing away all doubts and fears that the midnight brings with it. Cooling my flesh, comforting and soothing my restless soul, the water surrounds me with a feeling I rarely can find anymore in this cacophany of a world... So content was I. However, as I left the bathroom, and dressed to get ready to head out the door, knowing I would be facing a cold world, I armed myself with a quote from Joan d'Arc herself.

"Gentil Dauphin, j'ai nom Jehanne la Pucelle"

Feeling the peace steal back over me, fighting down the urgancy I feel every day, I repeat it in my native tongue. "'Gentle Dauphin, I am called Joan the Maiden...'" In a quick undertone, I added to myself, "...And though they judge me now, judgement day for them shall come..."

^^ Go Joan d'Arc!

~Alisa

[Edit: She's still my hero.]