Keep Calm, Listen To Music, and Love Powerade

Have you ever thought of the world coming to an end ? Of course you did. It’s 2013. We survived the end like a boss. Will your money save you ? Will it keep you sane ? Or will the only thing you have left be your precious moments and memories. Yeah I get it, iPhones are useful but when it’s the end, it is virtually worthless. Would your phone apps tell you how to survive ? Maybe. But that’s not the point.

Keep calm, everything is going to work out. I’m in my room right now, worrying about how I am going to finish this essay. It’s 11:45 pm and honestly I barely even started. Fun. Anyway, music is my passion. As I sit here, writing this paper I am listening to music. Feeling the bass hit me. I take a deep breath, feeling the music, the bass, listening to every word as it sends a strong vibe. I value those meanings. I feel my music is priceless. Each song brings back a different memory. Each memory...Priceless.

In the summer I like to kick back and relax. I also like to go out, but who doesn't ? With the sun constantly at your back you tend to get dehydrated easier, especially during sports. I personally like...well love...to drink powerade. I only drink the blue one though, blue is my favorite color. Depending on my mood depends on how many I drink. On a daily basis, I drink four to five. I know its a lot but I can’t help it ! Usually powerade is no more than two dollars but with this economy, you never know. I think powerade is the best. Not only is it healthy but it’s delicious, cheap and keeps you hydrated...And me happy.

Both powerade and music are very important to me. They both keep me happy and going about my day. Each of these have meaning to my life, each a different meaning, but amazing just the same. Powerade and music are a must have. Other girls want 80 dollar pants and hundreds of dollars worth of crap they don’t really need. All I want is to remember memories through songs and a simple powerade. some similarities include the way each of them make me feel, Powerade and music give me a rush. Powerade, when it gets in my reach, make me instantly happy. Same with music. With every word of a song comes back a specific memory, all in the matter of seconds with one word.

As much as powerade and music are are alike, they are also very different. I’ll tell you why. As you may already know...Or don’t know...Powerade is a liquid drink, and in my opinion, tastes amazing. On the other hand, music is a load of awesome in the form of a song. I value both but each has a different meaning to my life. Powerade is bought in many different flavors, unless you're messed up like me, and and buy one of each, mix them together, and create a new flavor.. I do this with my friend, Jess. Makes no sense, right ? Well to me it makes perfect sense. Music, on the other hand...Right one to be exact... Is my passion. Every word has meaning, whereas in powerade, every drop may not. As you can see, they’re both valued very differently. For example, in screamo songs, I feel they don’t screamo to annoy you. I think they do it so you actually pay close attention to what the blur coming from their mouths actually mean. Or, with every powerade there may be a story behind it. I value music the way I do because with every song, there's a different emotional connection. Yes, I know, I picked to items that are virtually impossible to express my love for...So, bare with me. I value powerade as if it is an everyday thing that everyone has heard, and is familiar about. Powerade can really only be priced for me because it is disappointing when I run out, and there's nothing like a priced item that you have to keep spending money on. But, I do anyway. Music, though, I value like it’s the last thing that I have left. If the world came to an end, which it hadn't...yet...because if it did, I wouldn't be writing this paper now. As you should now know, not everything has the same value. It’s those precious moments and memories that say whether or not that item has value. Not that tiny price tag that triples the amount you wanted to spend.

 
Finally, in conclusion, powerade and music mean alot to me. All I want is to kick back, pop open a powerade and listen to music, embracing  each memory in each word. I want to get those impulses sent through my body in every ounce of bass. I want to taste that liquid satisfaction. Value cannot be described by anyone but yourself. People might know what you've been through but they do not know how you felt during that time. Like stated in the Black Veil Brides song “In The End”....”Who will tell the story of your life and who will remember, your last goodbye ? “... No one.. only you can because you were there and felt everything. You are the one who priced that moment. Value is what you make it. That’s how I value my life’s priced and priceless moments. How do you ?

The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod : 9th Grade Slays

By; Heather Brewer

Penguin books 2008 ~ Fantasy

Summary;

Vladimir Tod is not your typical Ninth grader. Try, let’s say..a vampire human. Practicing  and mastering his vampire skills hasn’t always been on his list of favorite things to do. Until now. With your best friends cousin being a vampire slayer you have no choice. Vlad was sent to Siberia with his uncle Otis so he can find inner peace to train and perfect his skills. Upon his return  he finds out that his best friends (Henry) cousin, Joss is hunting him. Vlad took a stake to the heart and nearly died. His life is at stake...literally. Vlad was lucky enough to survive.

Quote about the book;

"NINTH GRADE SLAYS is creepy, thrilling and hilarious! Heather Brewer is the natural successor to Joss Whedon!" ~ Jonathan Maberry

About the Book;

I have read other books by Heather Brewer such as the first Vladimir Tod book, Eighth Grade Bites; and many many others. In all of her books you are grabbed from beginning to end and you will find the book hard to put down. Another author, Neal Shusterman, also has pieces like this one. Both authors have amazing detail that allows you to see what the characters see.

Quote from the Book;

“ A low buzzing sound drifted over his face, paused then moved again toward his right ear. He popped open one eye and glared in disgust at the house fly that was hovering about the room. So that’s what woke him.      Pg. 5

Personal Story;

Like Vlad, I am very shy, ‘dark’, ‘depressing’, and impulsive. Although these are freak personalities; they have saved my butt a few times. One of these times was during a game of manhunt. I used my shyness to an advantage for my hiding skills, and my ‘dark and ‘depressing’ side to remain hidden. My dark clothing and ghost like shyness kept me hidden for quite awhile. When I came out from my hiding I was then shot at with a paintball gun. If it weren't for my cat like reflexes I would’ve been hit right smack in the face. After dodging the paintball I quickly shot one back and hit them. I was victorious.

Tiger Rating;

I give this book 5 Paws ~ Devour it !

Just Listen to the way I Live Now

Owen From Just Listen
Elizabeth “Daisy” from How I Live Now

Just Listen to the Way I Live Now

After getting arrested for the incident with William Cash, Will lied saying to the court that Owen had broken into his house stealing merchandise and creating thousands of dollars worth of damage. Owen was then sent to England to attend an anger management bootcamp which will occur over a 3 year period.

Before boarding the plane, Owen swept a gentle kiss upon Annabels lips, both of them tearing...saying their last goodbyes. It was then time to board the plane. While on the plane, Owen was cherishing the last good-byes from Annabel, his girl friend, when suddenly red lights flashed, people screamed at the top of their lungs. Looking out the window he realized they were in the middle of a storm...crash landing. In England. How fun.

When the plane stopped falling, finally meeting the rugged Earth, It was silent. As the dust cleared he could see no survivors besides himself. Owen then unstrapped the seat belts locating a long bruise across his abdomen. So much for the protection of seatbelts.

Exiting the plane was quite an adventure. Creeping across the still, cold, lifeless bodies. A cold sickening shrill crawled up his back giving him an uneasy feeling. The plane had landed in a, what looks like,  the remainder of a field. With smog in the sky, and a thick, fog that yearned to hug your lungs until you could no longer breathe how inviting.

Owen wandered around the back woods for what seemed like eternity seeking a form of human life. Nothing. Just a faint scratchy warning from a black crow in the distance. Walking and walking endlessly can get pretty boring, especially when your alone in what seems like a graveyard.

After walking for about two hours, give or take, he spotted a house in the distance. With is heart pumping, beating rapidly, he ran as fast as he could up the dry hill. When he finally approached the house there was a guy sitting in a chair in the lawn. He slowly approached this man and asked where he was.

No response.

Helloooo? Owen said ticked off.

Just as Owen was losing faith in this man, a girl crossed through the lawn. She smiled and invited him in for some tea and again Owen asked, “Where am I?”

She smiled and said, “Welcome to England.”

He then found out her age, name and learned a little bit about the guy in the yard. She said his name was Edmond and that he was still in shock for the recent bombing. Observing Daisy more closely Owen noticed that she was so familiar in many ways. The way she walked, the way she talked, her body language...Everything.

Owen then realized that she was exactly like Annabel.

“Daisy...” Owen asked, “You remind me of a really close friend back home...”

She looked at him.

“I really miss her and I was wondering if you could show me the way to the airport...”

Daisy looked at him with a cold stare.

“Why Owen, I’m afraid that isn’t possible...”

Owen was puzzled.

“All airports have been closed due to the recent bombings. I’m really sorry...”

Irritated, Owen said his “Thank you’s“ and started on his way.

“Wait!” yelled an unfamiliar girl, “I’ll take you there.”

Owen got into her car and they were on their way to the airport. Finally. The trip was about an hour long. They laughed and shared some stories, when Piper explained about Edmond and the war he looked down.

Piper then stated, “Oh by the way...”

Owen looked suspiciously at her.

“In order to get on that plane, you need to get past the guards.”

“No problem.” he said, completely unaware of the amount of security.

Piper dropped Owen off in the near woods by the airport and left without question. Owen slipped on to the airport grounds and into the back of a newly painted, forest green, armoured up Hummer. How Nice.

Quickly ripping open bags of equipment and clothing, he found a slightly used, semi-baggy uniform. Slipping it on and grabbing some ammunition he ran as fast as he could, zipping up his pants trying to express he was late for boarding. Since  Owen was slightly taller and had larger muscles than an average 17 year old, it was fairly easy to pass himself as a military boeuf. As quick as possible, he boarded the plane and found a seat near the window in the far back right corner.

Annabel Here I Come, he thought.

Owen dozed off dreaming of the reactions from friends and family upon his return.