Below are the 4 most recent journal entries recorded in misshoneywell's LiveJournal:

Thursday, December 2nd, 2010
7:50 pm	Writer's Block: Wintertime is here How do you feel about the winter holidays? Has your opinion changed over the years? View 1413 Answers Winter has always been magic to a Southern girl like me. And yes, Southern is a pronoun, how do you do.  Through all the sadness and changes the years have brought, I've never turned against the winter holidays. It's always held a secretive wonderful hot chocolate-y happiness. Here, it is hot. Not tepid, or warm. Boiling hot. Slap your mama hot. Lose your effing mind hot. It is stifling. At least seven months out of the year are spent wiping your brow  and choking on humidity thick as a tick. But October brings crackling leaves, November carries cool breezes and December? Magic. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 1st, 2010
9:38 pm	Writer's Block: You're my best friend Who was your best childhood friend, and where are they now? View 2048 Answers Caroline Hands down, my best friend. We bonded over our devious attitudes, an accidental left hook to the chin in fourth grade and an inexplicable love of beyond-our-age books. She cut the hair off our Barbie dolls. We rode bicycles to a hidden place. We were eight when she moved to Hilton Head. We sent letters every week. Calling cards every Friday. Not an easy feat for kids. It's easy to forget someone, especially when you're young. But something...something. Something about her kept me writing, kept me calling, kept her close to me. So we shared music and slumber parties during the holidays and called on birthdays.  And then, every summer, like magic...we were together again. We were complete summer sisters. I basked in her hometown glory, not too down the road a-ways from mine. But a few miles becomes a continent. May queens, dressed up as princesses, terrorizing the neighborhood in golf carts. We were so different. She was class and sparkle. She had money. She knew about things. She always knew people. I had nothing but a pocketful of virtues. I, of ever somber intellect            limited fortune               passable of face,                   her ever ready shadow not completely without charms but... ...She made things brighter, funnier, awesome-er. And she chose me. She gave twenty dollars to a homeless man. She paid for my first concert - we were thirteen.  **Counting Crows/Wallflowers. Magical experience. As a lifelong music lover/festival goer/show hopper, this is noteworthy. Our first kisses were with the same boy. When she moved back home, oh joy! Then we're week-enders. Sharing friends, old resentments. Betty and Veronica. But still sisters, a different kind. She is private academies and cocktail hour to my public education yearbook staff SAT scores. Elite parties in mysterious places. Midnight trips, always sneaking through my back door and into my room, bringing things.Strange boys in my bed. Vodka bottles. Graduation. Jewelry. Hugs. I see her in the stands. I didn't make it to hers. Jack Daniels was her favorite alcohol. She brought her own shot glass. College. She was sorority and law, I was hemp and a paintbrush. Amazing birthdays, bars, songs. Revelations, waking up, driving away. Keeping touch, for a different reason. A different place.  Still strong.       So distant.           Slipping Right out of my fingers.  Shotgun memory: barefoot on the stones of a empty river bed, strange spiders skittering across our toes skipping across the banks. Amazing girl. Girlish but strong. Funny but never cruel. Generous. Every important first together, kid-tween-teen-20 Everyone loved her and Wanted to be her best friend. She chose me. And then she died.  Current Mood: morose (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 2nd, 2010
12:45 pm	Writer's Block: Little monsters:: ZOMBIEHOOD:: If you could create a monster movie, what kind of monster would it be, and what would be the underlying moral of the story? First question listed was submitted by darkdarhb. (Follow-up questions, if any, may have been added by LiveJournal.) View 639 Answers Interesting-- I had this exact thought last night. I was amidst a discussion about cloning when I had what I believe to be a rather inspired idea for a horror movie. First, there is the subject of souls. If you subscribe to the the theory that we, as human beings, have souls, than wouldn't it stand to reason that if we had indeed cloned a human, we would not be able to create a soul? f you are the religious type, then you believe that only God can create a human soul. So, IF we cloned a human, what would propel their body? My explanation, and thus the plot of the movie, would explain this by the cloned body becoming a receptacle of demon inhabitation upon "birth," or perhaps a better term would be "maturation" of the clone. This "soul spot" would become a murderous entity but with all of the learned behaviors and evolutionary actions of the human body...of course, manifesting into some sort of bad-ass killing spree... Or! Maybe even a fresh take on ZOMBIEHOOD. I'm always on the lookout for a fresh and new zombie theory that is even remotely "believable." Medically induced? Check. Virus/infection living dead? Check. Rage zombies? Done. Demonic possession? Yes, yes, yes...it's been done before, BUT- I do like the idea of a scientifically induced demon possession zombie. Oh, and YES. I do believe --call me a onspiracy theorist if you would like-- that someone out there, whether it be the government, or even the possible rogue mad scientist, has been properly enticed enough to try it. When have we as the human race or even as a nation ever held back in terms of scientific discovery? END OF SATURDAY RANT. STOP. Current Mood: creative (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 7th, 2006
2:04 am	Twisted- Part One *REMOVED* (13 Comments |Comment on this)