Winx Club

So. My favorite show re-premiered in the U.S. today.

Winx Club.

I watched it frequently as a kid and was completely addicted.
I was really excited at first to hear the familiar old theme, to see the awesome transformations and to re-learn about the Magix kingdom.
I was really surprised, because the show was changed a lot.

First off, the editors cut out a bunch of scenes, making the show seem way to fast and rushed.

Secondly, (and this annoyed me.) they made it so that "Winx" means nothing.

Bloom: "How about the Winx?"
Flora (or Musa, can't remember.) "That's great, but what does Winx mean?"
Bloom: "Nothing! It's just us. The Winx!"

Uh, Winx means everything. Magic, life, fairies, etc. I was dissapointed with them taking the meaning away, but it's not huge.

Third, the theme. I really loved the first theme, which talked about each power separately and showed the fairies transformations.

"Magical flowers, digital powers, rhythms and tunes, the sun and the moon."

Althought that theme was a little cheesey, and this new one was more mature. It reminded me a lot of the Italian version.

The dialogue was changed a lot too, but in a better way. The show seems like it's aimed more at older kids now, unlike before when it seemed to be more for little kids.

There are other things that were changed, but I can't really remember those. I'll re-watch the show tonight and add them.

My Life

I'm such an akward turtle. -.-I rarely talk to boys, and when I do, it doesn't work out. At all. So I've decided... I hate love. And couples. I mean really, we DO NOT give a care if you're in love!! Make out at home or something! Don't waltz into a resturant cuddling and making others feel like crud. Because I know I feel like that. I get that feeling every darn day. I can gurantee you right now that I'm not going to prom. I'm going to sit at home with a pint of ice cream, my cat and a pile blankets. I'm going to watch Titanic and cry. Grrr.

Inception Reveiew

I usually don't review movies. But I watched a movie today that I just need to talk about. Inception. Inception was... different. I thought it'd be really underrated or something, because what most people think of as good I say is crap, and vice versa. Well, Inception was the one outcast.

The movie wasn't as mental as I thought it would be. It was SO much more. I found myself pausing frequently just to mull over what I had heard. At least a dozen times. The movie made more sense as it went on, but still. It's something you really have to think about.
The ending freaked me out. I was dying to see what happened, but apparently we never will. -.- I can deal with that though. The movie in itself was satisfying enough to let me let go of that.

My favorite character...

hmm. Tied between Arthur and Ariadne. Am I the only one who noticed that joke? Ariadne? A Greek princess who led Thesus through a maze? Such a clever idea. Kudos to whoever thought of that. Arthur was just wonderful. So funny and charming. And incredibly smart. I hardly understood what he was doing until he was nearly done. I feel like such an Inception person myself because my dreams are much like that structure. Multiple layers, so many that it's difficult to remember them all.

(Most accurate picture EVER above. ^)

Although my dreams are so odd that anyone would realize they're dreams when they're in them. Odd wouldn't even be accurate to describe them. Erratic maybe. Or idiosyncratic.

Overall, the movie was pretty fantastic. I'd definitely watch it again. I might be able to understand it more the second time through. Or the tenth.

Winter Break

I hate and love winter. I love having more time to read and write and paint and do what I want. I love being free.

I do not like when our teachers take our freedom away and make us read books and do assignments. It's called winter break people. Break. As in a break from everything.
That's pretty much all I don't like about winter break.
Oh, and the fact that it almost never snows here. I've only seen real snow once. Thank you Texas for being so hot. *sigh*

Now onto more positive things!
Christmas. One of the best holidays EVER. Why? I'm going to be honest and admit I do like getting gifts. But the best part is being with my wacked up family. My dad and stepmother are visiting this year. I love them both, and I consider them visiting my best gift.
Free time! Yeaahhh! I can stay up till 2:58 a.m. and no one will say anything against it! (Unless I play music super loud. Which I never do. I think.)

And most of all: HOT CHOCOLATE. A gift from heaven itself. I think I'll have some now. Happy Holidays everyone!

My story

So. I have decided to begin posting my stories on this website, because I am desperate for feedback. This story here is a baby. I barely got the idea two weeks ago, and wrote the first chapter less than five days ago. It's a romance-action-adventure. Here's a brief synopsis:

Seraphine lives in Ashland, Wisconsin. It's a tiny, middle of nowhere town. Nothing happens. Ever. One day her boyfriend tries to rape her, but she's rescued by her long lost brother... who just so also happens to be a fairy. he takes her to their land, once a beautiful place full of great things, now taken over by their evil Uncle. They go on an adventure to rescue their capture parents and take the kingdom back. Along the way they meet cute pirates, talking animals, cocky mermaids, wacky leprechauns, friendly dragons, and the very intelligent and wise kraken.

And here is chapter one:

Long ago I believed in science. I thought fairytales were for children with terrible lives just trying to escape everything. I thought animals were nothing more than food. I thought all boys were amazing and good people.
I was wrong on all accounts. I learned from a very special group of people that everything is much more than it seems. Including yourself.
I also learned there is magic everywhere, even in my little corner of Ashland, Wisconsin.

“Seeeee-rraaaaa!” Vanessa screamed. She ran and hugged me, and I hugged back fiercely. Today was the start of Christmas break, which meant we’d be separated for a whole two weeks.
“I’m gonna miss you!” I told her, backing away.
“Me too.” She agreed. “I hate it when us Barnwalls are separated.” The Neon Fusion Barnwalls was our group name. (Don’t ask how we got it; it is a very, very long story.) It consisted of me, Vanessa, and my best friend Leslie. Vanessa was Neon, Leslie was fusion, and I (Seraphine) was barnwall.
“Ugh. Yeah.” I agreed. “Well, I guess I’ll see you in January.” I smiled at her and walked off.
“Hey.” My boyfriend Charlie walked up and put his arm around me. I stretched up on my toes and kissed his cheek.
“Merry early Christmas.” I told him, smiling. He smiled back.
“You too. Do you want to go hiking today?” he asked. I thought it over. My mom wouldn’t be home till seven. If we went now, I could be back my six and have dinner ready when she got home.
“Okay. Not for long though.” I told him. He nodded and led me to the parking lot, then helped me into his gorgeous Mercedes. I loved that car almost as much as I loved him.
“Where do you want to start?” he asked. I kicked off my shoes and pulled on my hiking boots I always kept in his backseat.
“Hhhm.. how about from the North West corner of my neighborhood?” I suggested. He nodded once and started driving.
When we arrived at the entrance to the woods, we got out and locked everything up. He went in first, and I followed after. The world outside faded to a mere murmur as we plunged deeper into the wilderness. Most people didn’t go hiking in this area of the woods. It was too wild, and there were no paths. But I had been going there most days since I was five, about eleven years, so I knew the place like my house. I knew where the foxes dens were, where to go for berries, and where the best places to paint were.
I stopped at a pretty pond I liked. It had an odd silver tint, and reflected everything like a perfect mirror.
Charlie looked at me. “You look nice.” He told me.
“Uh… thanks.” I said slowly. I hadn’t brushed my hair that morning, and was wearing a wrinkled shirt and some jeans that barely fit me. (My alarm didn’t go off, so I had about two minutes to get ready that morning.)
“Really. You do.” He stepped close and gently kissed me. I hesitantly kissed back, feeling and odd sensation in my stomach, almost like a burning. He put his arms around me and pulled my closer. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. I tried to talk, but it was impossible. He molded his mouth to mine.
“Ghhhh!” I mumbled, trying to pull back. Suddenly he was taking something out of his pocket-it looked like a bandanna- and shoved me down.
“OUCH! Charlie, what the hell is your-” I was cut off as he tied the bandanna around my mouth. I knew what was going on and reacted quickly. I rolled over and tried to kick him, but he was ready. He caught my legs and in an instant had them wrapped up tightly in rope. I tried to scratch him, but it was impossible through his thick winter jacket.
No! I thought. My heart began racing, and I tried to scream.
“Scream again, and I’ll cut out your tongue.” He snarled, punching me. I fell down again and he tied up my arms. He shoved me down again and pulled down my pants. I began to shake with fear, and felt terribly sick.
I heard him unzip his pants, then there was a pressure on my backside. Just as soon as it was there, it was gone.
There was a loud “GAHH!” and a snapping sound. My bindings fell apart. Literally. The rope undid itself and the bandanna fell off. I yanked up my pants and backed up against a tree, turning to see the scene.
A boy about my age was crouched over Charlie. I know it sounds weird, but I could’ve sworn I knew him. I had never seen him in my life, yet I felt like he was an old friend or something. He had short brown hair, cut in emo-style, and lovely yellow eyes.
It finally hit me- he looked like me. My eyes are black, but everything about him was a mirror of myself. He was tiny and built like a gazelle- slim and graceful. Even the way he stood- on the edge of his toes, straight like an arrow- was like me.
And he was beautiful. So lovely and perfect that it almost hurt to look at him.
“If you ever touch her again, or even try and hurt her, I will have your head on a platter.” He spat at Charlie. His voice was even and pleseant.
“W-who are you?” Charlie asked him, standing and pulling his pants up. The boy punched him with some impressive force, and sent him flying back into the tree.
Whoa. How strong is he? I was pretty impressed by this guy.
“Your worst nightmare.” He told Charlie. He kicked him in the gut, punched him in the base of his back, and slammed his head into his knee in about one second. Then he turned to me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, stepping closer.
“Y-yes.” I whispered.
“I am sorry I was late. I got stuck.” He said, getting down on one knee. He leaned closer, studying me.
“What?” I asked. I was confused. How was he late? And where did he get stuck? Traffic?
He shook his head. “I will explain it later. When we are away from the mortals.” He jerked his head at Charlie.
“Mortals?” I sat up and leaned closer.
“Once again, I will explain later. For now, you must come with me.” He held out his hand.
“Who are you?” I asked him.
He smiled at me. “I am Conall. Your brother.”

Seraphine means "burning one."
Conall means "strong wolf."

STRESS!!!

I have Finals this upcoming week. The stress is so bad, that (I'm sorry, HUGE TMI here) that I PUKED. Seriously. I am freaked out, nervous, and annoyed. They expect us to finish all these reviews, do homework, take tests, and Finals, all in TWO weeks? Psh, psycho people...

Hi and Reading

This is my first blog, so it's kinda weird. So I guess I'l just introduce myself now. My name Alex. I'm 14 and I live in Texas. I love music, reading, drawing, and durh, writing! My favorite book(s) as of now are:
1) The Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan

2) The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling

3) The Resurrection of Magic series by Kathleen Duey

My favorite bands/artists? That's a little harder... probably:
1) Adam Lambert (♥ him!)

2) Hey Monday (Met them!! Mike's autograph is on the right, Jersey's on the left.)
3) Fall Out Boy

4) Cobra Starship (I was a fan BEFORE Good Girls Go Bad!)

Some other things I like are animals (I have the most precious cat, a blue persian, his name is Coco) and... meeting famous people. (I've met quite a few) So, thats it for now. I'm an obsessive reader, so that's what I'll blog about most of the time.
Au revoir!