opposites in many ways

Mr. Darcy has, once again, swept me off my feet and throw my heart down the privy. His silent wish to impress and his lack of impressing the intelligent and ever-teasing Elizabeth Bennet... why I find it rather fascinating.

But that is not the only reason I am inconcievably happy... My Lizzie is coming along extraordinarily well. Backed up by thousand - nay millions - of romantic songs I must listen to the most sad and depressing ones to write. I am so happy that depression has fled away!

But, alas, I know that school shall depress me... hard as I try not to think of it. So, without further ado, I shall present some of My Lizzie to tantalize you with my paintbrush of words and ink [not so much] and letters...


My Lizzie

Dearest Tomas,
After our previous discussion, I have decided to follow my father's dying wish. For the good of the family. I am pleased to announce that you are asked to come to the ball in velebration of the engagement of Sir Edmund of Hartford and myself. I would be delighted to have you, my beloved friend, present. It would be wonderful to share your confidences again. I am sure you and Sir Edmund will be best of friends.
Sincerest Wishes,
Elizabeth Alena Harte
Second Mistress of Worthingshire Estate

Tomas slid the letter unto the side of his desk, debating the thousads of ways to answer Elizabeth's good news. He finally sat down and complied the letter.

My Lizzie,
I am glad for you and Sir Edmund. I hope you are well suited for each other. On the matter of attending this ball, I will be delighted at recieving such an honor. It will be a pleasure to attend. If you would be so kind as to tell me the date of said ball, I will schedule around it. Dearest friend, kindest regards to you and your gentleman. I will see you then.
Best Wishes,
Tomas Duben
Second Master of Duben's Estate

Lizzie sat down and put Tomas's letter on the table. Lizzie's butler came into the room.
"Sir Edmund of Hartford, Miss," he announced. The door opened and in came Edmund. He was extremely hansdome with sleek black hair, impecable manners, and blue eyes that girls claimed could steal your heart. They had yet to steal Lizzie's heart, though.
"Lady Elizabeth," he bowed.
"Lizzie, please," she replied. "Good morning, Edmund."
"Good morning, Lizzie," Edmund said, struggling to say Lizzie. He smiled his clever smile. Lizzie secretly compared it to a smug grin and was not fond of it.
"Now, my good friend Tomas, the Master of Duben's Estate's son, is coming to the ball as soon as I reply to his letter," Lizzie said, picking up a quill and writing out a letter.

Dearest Tomas,
Once again, you delight me with your company. The ball is set to take place on the Nineteenth of July. Feel free to come earlier (for my pleaure, I need assistance with gowns!) if you wish to do so. I await your reply.
Sincerest Wishes,
Elizabeth Alena Harte
Second Mistress of Worthingshire Estate

"Once again, you have decided to invite one of your foolish friends?" Edmund commented.
"No," Lizzie rebuked. "Tomas is hardly foolish. He is well-bred and has a fine character. I hope you shall both be good friends."
"Men are men, Lizzie," Edmund replied smartly. "We tend not to be bosom friends, but show our wives and estates to one another."
"Tomas is a fine man," Lizzie spoke softly. "He has been a good friend to both myself and my family."
"Why are you not engaged to him?" Edmund asked angrily. "Is he to high and mighty to marry you?"
"He never asked, and I would not expect him to do so," Lizzie blushed. "I am shocked you would say as such, Edmund. Tomas would never marry for money or prospects, but for love."
"He is a fool then, this Tomas," Edmund said, cooling his temper. "Love is not what marriage is for; love is for elopment. Marriage is for the good of the family."
"Be he a fool or a wise man, he is my guest and friend, you will treat him well, Edmund," Lizzie said seriously.
"Only as he deserves, Lizzie, dear," Edmund said, pecking her on the cheek. "I've business to attend to; men business. I'll be off."

My Lizzie,
Thank you for the date. I will come to your house on the Tenth and we will see these astounding gouns that are causing you such trouble.
Best Wishes to you and yours,
Tomas Duben
Second Master of Duben's'Estate

Tomas signaled to the carriage to stop. Lizzie's estate looked grand, as usual. It was too bad that her mother was the First Mistress of the estate and that Lizzie was only Second Mistress. Lizzie new the land and the people much better than her mother. Tomas was greeted by Lizzie's butler and followed him to Lizzie's parlor.
"Tomas!" she cried, standing. She was about to come to Tomas when a man gripped her shoulder.
"Lizzie, dear, who is this young man?" he asked, running a hand through his slick black hair. Tomas automatically felt a hatred for the man, whoever he was.
"Oh, Edmund, this is Sir Tomas," Lizzie introduced.
"A pleasure Sir," Tomas said, crossing the floor and putting out his hand towards Edmund.
"Indeed," Edmund replied condesendingly, ingoring Tomas's outstretched hand. "Listen, Lizzie, I've some business to attend to. Don't get in any trouble."
Edmund turned on his heel and left the room without another word. Lizzie gave Tomas a weak smile.
"He doesn't like me much, does he?" Tomas asked.
"He doesn't like anyone that I've had relations with first. He seems convinced that they are not as good as his business friends," Lizzie said. "Oh, but I should not be judging him so, he is my fiance."
"Well, I'll be darned. Lizzie I've never heard you speak so!" Tomas laughed. "Now, do I get any proper greeting, since your fiance isn't looking?"
"Of course!" Lizzie said, hugging him feircly. "I've missed you so, Tomas. It seems so long. I don't know what to say."
"How about those dresses you mentioned?" Tomas asked.
"Oh, Edmund has already given me a dress as a present," Lizzie said disappointed. "But I can show it to you."
"Lead the way, Lizzie," Tomas said with a wave of his hand. Lizzie giggled.
Lizzie tucked a strand of luxurious dark brown hair behind her ear and took one last glance in the mirror. Her hair was up except for the occasional loose curls. Her brown eyes were emphasized by thick lashes and dark red lips. Her thin waist was accentuated by a long red dress. A single black rose vine was embroidered on the bodice. The skirt was long and swished on the ground, covering her delicate little red slippers. Lizzie jumped as there was a knocking on her door.
"Lizzie, are you coming?" Edmund asked crossly. "They are ready to announce us."
"Yes, yes," Lizzie said fumbling with the door handle. "I'm coming."
"You look beautiful," Edmund whispered as they both stepped down the stairs to the awaiting crowd. The mass of people was utterly silent, watching Lizzie's satin dress slide on the stairs and Edmund escorting her.
"Thank you," she replied.
"Oh, Lizzie, you may speak to whomever you wish, but I am your only dance partner," Edmund said sharply. "You may dance with no one but me."
"Yes, Edmund," Lizzie said quietly. She was disappointed for she loved to dance.
Edmund released Lizzie to the congratulations of the quests while he retreated to the company of his business friends. Tomas waited for Lizzie in a small corner, his hand around a glass of brandy.
"You look astounding, Lizzie," he greeted. "I wonder where your finace has gone. Does he not see how all the men's eyes watch you?"
"He probably thinks me nothing but a prize," Lizzie said, standing next to him. "I suppose I am meant to be seen. To have those men stare at me. It does make one nervous, does it not?"
"I should assume so," Tomas chuckled, sipping his drink. "I would be nervous if I had a bunch of women watching me like a piece of meat."
Tomas's sister, Emma, and her husband, John, both came to greet Lizzie.
"My, my, Lizzie," Emma clucked. "That Edmund is certainly a catch. I wonder how much he owns."
"Excuse me, Miss Elizabeth," a young man interuppted. "May I have this dance?"
"I'm sorry, but no," Lizzie answered. "My dance partner is my fiance."
"Oh, well then, best wishes," the man replied. He looked hurt, but recovered well.
"Why are you refusing every man who asks you hand in a dance?" John asked.
"Edmund has forbidden me to dance with anyone but him," Lizzie replied.
"That's just outrageous!" Emma exclaimed. "You are about to be married, now is when men will notice you!"
"Hush, Emma," Tomas said quietly. "Don't get in an uproar. I'm sure Edmund and Lizzie have their reasons."
"Yes, I'm sure they do," Emma whispered, thinking.
Whit gossamer bows, strings of pearls and white flowers adorned almost every inch of Worthingshire Estate. Servants bustled about hurriedly for the grand wedding of Sir Edmund and Lady Elizabeth. Tomas looked happily about the rooms because there was still time before the wedding cerimony in the chapel.
"Please, sir," a maid said curtsying. "Lady Elizabeth requests you meet her in her chambers."
"Thank you," he replied. The maid curtsied and left.
Tomas approached Lizzie's chambers. He heard loud sobbing within.
"Lizzie?" Tomas said knocking on the door. He glanced over his shoulder, he saw Edmund stalking down the hallway. "Lady Elizabeth, it is Sir Tomas."
"Sir Tomas," Edmund greeted. "May I ask as to why you are disturbing my Lizzie?"
"She requested my prescence," Tomas replied.
"Well," Edmund pondered, placing himself in between Tomas and Lizzie's door. In Tomas's favor, another servant came requesting Edmund's prescence. Edmund glared at Tomas.
"You stay away from her, Tomas," Edmund sneered threateningly
"Sir Edmund, Lady Elizabeth is my dear friend. I will do as she wishes," Tomas rebuked. He decided that he was not going to loose one of his best friends to a monster of a gentleman.
"As the lady wishes," Edmund bowed, leaving Tomas, storming down the hallway.
"Lizzie," Tomas whispered knocking ever so softly. "Lizzie, please." Lizzie opened the door. She was in a beautiful wedding gown, but her eyes and face were red from crying. "Oh, Lizzie," Tomas cried. "Whatever is the matter?" Lizzie hugged him close. Her dearest closest friend.
"How can I tell you, Tomas?" she whispered. "I should not have called you, but to have you here is wonderful."
"What happened?" Tomas asked, holding her hand. "You know you could tell me anything."
"I might as well," Lizzie murmured. "I - I was discussing my dress and the bride's maids and saying how much Charlotte would love to be one. Edmund came to me and said that his wife would have to be submissive and that he had already decided who was to be in the bridal party. I asked whom might be in the bridal party and he just became so angry - he yelled that I was not to ask him such trivial questions. I said that I was sorry to have displeased him and he became even more angry and claimed that I was sassing him. He became so angry that he - he..."
"What did he do, Lizzie?" Tomas asked gently.
"He hit me," she answered simply.
"I think you should not enter into marriage with this man, Lizzie," Tomas spoke in a soft low voice. "He is not good for you."
"Please, Tomas, don't be silly," Lizzie said smiling. "I did sass him. I did deserve some sort of punishment."
"I'm speachless, Lizzie," Tomas said shocked. "The man abuses you and you take it like it was your fault!"
"I'm so sorry for calling you here and upsetting you, Tomas," Lizzie said kindly. "I'm sorry, but will you excuse me? I still must prepare for the wedding - what with my red face. Thank you for coming."


EEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!! as Olivia would say. More comes soon.

All my love,

Asiat

hallo... everyone

vacations at friends' houses are wonderfully tantalizing :D I have enjoyed this vacation thoroughly.

Of course, I'm being entertained with things like Mr. Darcy's Diary and New Moon.

So I actually managed to work on My Lizzie...

It's like the last of the story, so you probably won't get it. Kind of an FYI: It's from Tomas's P.O.V. [point of view, for our local dunces.]

That first night, after we were married, Lizzie was nervous. She wouldn't talk. She just lay on the bed with her back to me. I didn't sleep for fear that my Lizzie would disappear.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Lizzie woke gasping, sweating, panting. Her eyes were wild with fear.
"Lizzie, what's wrong?" I asked, pulling her to me. "What's wrong, love?"
"Nightmare," she replied blackly shuddering.
"Do you have them often?" I murmured in her ear.
She nodded.
"Are they about him?"
Another nod.
"He will never hurt you again. Never, ever touch you again," I vowed. I wrapped my arms around her gently, unsure if she wanted my affection.
"Hold me," she pleaded. I pulled my arms tighter. "Please talk to me; stories - anything! Just keep the nightmares away."
"I will do whatever it takes to help you, Lizzie, my love," I swore. We just lay there, me holding her; her holding herself.

I knew then that Lizzie was not ready for anything I wanted so badly, but I was prepared to wait. That man had cut and scared my Lizzie in so many ways. It would be a long road to recovery but I knew that nothing was better than being with my Lizzie.

All my love,
asiat

NEWS!!!!!!!!!

Alas, you my minions will be pleased and angered.

So To Grind Coffee Beans has hit a dead end... and I was watching Pride and Prejudice...

No surprise there, it's a very addicting movie.

It also gave me an idea and thus sprund up My Lizzie.

My Lizzie is an adorable little complicated love story in way-back-when.

So summary?

Elizabeth Alena Harte [play on words heart/ Harte] is engaged to Sir Edmund [LAVENDAR!!! olivia :D] of Hartford [it's a sitch like from The Luxe, for fans of that series]. In steps Sir Tomas Duben of Duben's Estate. He has been Lizzie's best friend since the beginning. After the grand wedding of Lizzie to Edmund, Tomas recieves some pleading and rejection from Lizzie. He knows something is wrong; Lizzie's mysterious bruises; her overprotective and easily angered husband's frequent rages lead Tomas to believe Lizzie is being abused by Edmund. [The plot thickens!] Tomas is shocked after he uncovers Edmund's plans to murder him and conquer his estate. He confronts Lizzie on her creepy, abusive husband and she confirms his suspisions.

Thus starts the non-sexual affair of Lizzie and Tomas. [!!!]

After an especially brutal beating, Lizzie is found unconcious by Tomas. Tomas gets so angry that he challenges Edmund to a duel.

And I REFUSE TO REVEAL THE END!!!!!!!!

You will just have to read it yourselves once... mebe... it hits the shelves... If it doesn't you can torture me for the ending scenes.

Do you likey??? See? Ms. Austen has once again saved me from writer's block of the acutest kind!

All my love,

Asiat

MORE OFFICIAL-ities :D

so this is the first official post from my laptop :D i <3>

oh and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

So I decided that my good mood, depressive music [what a combo!], and my next book... have all contributed to this post!

my next work is To Grind Coffee Beans...

Hugh Arington and Alexandria Forthing are just two teens in their small town. Hugh's family is abnormally rich and Hugh has everything he could ask for. Alex is very poor. She doesn't invite anyone over because her house is falling apart... like no door or anything. Alex focuses on keeping her mom's medication coming and putting food on the table.

Overall it seems that Alex has a much worse off life than Hugh, but not so! Hugh's family looses all their money in a recession and Hugh resorts to drinking to relieve his stress. It's his 'scape goat' because his parents are becoming abusive and he just wants out. Hugh and Alex have been friends forever, but suddenly Hugh is pushing her away. She decides that it's time she told the truth. She shows him her house and her mom - who is dying of luekemia.

Hugh is distraught at how much worse Alex's life is - and he never knew.

Suddenly, he thinks he's such a bad person - how terrible he's been to Alex because he skipped breakfast because he woke up late and she hasn't eaten for two days. He thinks it's terrible so he drinks again...


And suddenly he's drunk and in the front seat of a car on the highway and he amazingly ends up on the side of the road with only a broken leg.

Alex is driving down the highway coming home from a party and sees a familiar car on the side of the road. When she stops, who is there but Hugh?

At the hospital, Alex becomes Hugh's closest friend - even closer than they ever were because Hugh's falling in love with Alex.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWw

It's really sweet, but doesn't end nearly as happily as any of you suppose... Yes, Vortican no perfect ending here.


Okay, ending there!


BTW, thanks for the socks/Edward&Bella poster!!! It was great and it's on the back of my door [ so only I can see it!!!]

Edward Cullen: He sees you when ur sleeping and knows when ur awake!


All my love, dearest darlings!

Asiat

About 5 Announcments

So, Christmas is RIGHT around the corner and I got started putting up the tree and decorations. It looks good, but I'm kinda disappointed that I was the one who had to take everything down and put it up... eek!

So, OFFICIALLY: Finding D.J. is FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And the runner up for next book to be finished is "To Grind Coffee Beans" and THANK MY BROTHER FOR THE NAME! for once, I can claim that he has a brain... amazing.

Now, this is just one thing to add, music has been my BFF for the past week and To Grind Coffee Beans has a theme song: Shine by Plain White T's. It's a sad story with a VERY good ending, but not necessarily happy... Some will be startled by the normalcy... no suicide, no emo, no death, just loss of money, highschool, massive parties without parental supervision and with tons of beer. you'll know what i mean ater the song, but I'll brief you later.

Vortican: Welcome back, and yes I knew of Evanescence, but I never really turned to them for theme songs. I sound SO cheesy with the damn songs though!

MORE IS TO COME! after i get my grubby hands on the laptop on Christmas afternoon... I actually get Internet access and a webcam! SKYPE everybody!

All my love,

Asiat

Christmas Presents and Theme Songs

IT's starting to look nothing like Christmas.
The tree isn't up.
The ornaments are in the spare room.
And my bedroom is a mess and full of my new art project.

Oi! Doulbe Oi! and Triple Oi!

So, my Christmas present [supposedly, God knows, it'll probably be late...] is a laptop. And, in refrence to the theme songs, I've found theme songs for both Jason and Delilah... If Finding D.J. ever became a movie, these songs would impossibly HAVE to be included.

Oh, by the way, D.J. has four more chapters to go!!!! aren't I excited?? of COURSE!

okay, so Jason's theme song is Hello by Evanescence and Delilah's is Tourniquet by Evanescence. Evanescence is extraordinarily good at tragic love songs, so I turned to them for a little tragic help.

so, Hello lyrics:

Playground
School bell rings
Again.
Rain clouds come to play
Again.
Has no one told you
She's not breathing.
Hello,
I'm your mind
Giving you someone to talk to.
Hello.
If I smile and don't believe.
Soon I know I'll wake,
From this dream.
Don't try to fix me,
I'm not broken.
Hello.
I'm the lie
Living for you so you can hide.
Don't cry.
Suddenly, I know I'm not sleeping.
Hello, I'm still here.
All that's left of yesterday.


I'll post torniquet later... I've got to go!

personal note: haunted

All my love,

Asiat

the Long, Ranting Blog Post

Yes, my ranting at everything from how my hair won't go right to artificial Christmas trees is going to take a while, but you guys deserve a nice long blog post, right?

I'll take that as a yes :D

so, my hair won't go right... not much more i can say about that, though i LOVE my haircut.

Tomorrow is the last day of school [before a long, much-needed vacation...] and I'm having chips... and food... what more could I ask? and I'll sleep during The Polar Express [zzzzzzzzz]

Speaking of foodstuff, I'm currently enjoying mango juice [yum] and white chocolate chips [hypperrrrrrrr]

okay, artificial trees it is! [aka, i ran out of random things to write about :D]

I'm really behind on Christmas decorating... I kinda shoved all the decorating and cleaning to the 23... late on the 23... oh well! Yes, we will still have have the same boring artificial tree and well, that's really all that's Christmas-y in my house.... that i know of :D

All my love,

Asiat

to Amanda

Happy Birthday Amanda!!!

Another thing, i LOVE my new haircut. It's amazing. I look really good :D [Tato: "If you do say so yourself"]

All my love,

Asiat

ONE MORE DAY!!!

Till two things:

THE PLAY... "Santa's Christmas Vacation"

and.....

A HAIR CUT!!! well, a trim and layers :D

I can't wait at all... why isn't it tomorrow? I want to rid myself of the nervous gitters that accompany singing in front of a live audience....

HELP ME!!!

All my love,

Asiat

Hints and a Count-Down

This is really easy. My hint is of what I'm listening to.

"Are ya ready hey! Are ya satisfied how long can you stand the heat...

"An' another one gone, and another one gone..."

Any guesses?

Count-Down: Two days till my 8th grade Christmas play... God help me last that long.

*hint hint*

There's NO budy
Like SNOWbuddies,
There's NO buddy
We KNOW!!!

EEKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my ears hurt!

All my love,

Asiat

Happy Songs :D

Ever had a song that ALWAYS makes you happy? I have three right now.

Kodachrome - Paul Simon
Me & Julio Down by the School Yard - Paul Simon
You & Me - Plain White T's

Now, because I have TIME!!!

You and me,
We like the same kind of music.
That's why we,
Make a good you and me.

We got STYLE, baby,
We know how to use it.
That's why we,
Make a good you and me.

You know what I'm going to say
Before my mouth even makes a
Sound and that's why we make
A good you and me...

You and me,
We couldn't stand being normal.
That's why we,
Make a good you and me.

We both laugh,
At the most random situations.
That's the key, baby,
Don't you agree?

[REFRAIN!!]


and now I'm too bored to finish this... Mebe you should go look it up on YouTube :D

All my love,

Asiat

Blogger's Block :D

So, I have to say this: I have no clue about what to say! So you are being bombarded by a bunch of quizzes.

Name one trend you would like to start:

oooooooooooooo EVERYONE should wear awesome, freaky-colored toe-socks with flip-flops.

If your life were a SONG TITLE, what would it be?

this is actually hard... She's Crazier Than My Mom. The Gal Who Don't Love Love... any suggestions???

One dorky trait you have?

I bit my lip when in deep thought.

Most hours you've gone without sleep?

48. minus the napping on the bus and the airplane. pure agony.

Funniest looking animal?

Duck-billed Platupus. or a llama.

Best thing bout parties?

SO the people there!

Worst thing about parties?

Same thing. people can suck!

Okay, chances are that you will be bombarded by more quizzes later on. :D

Love you, Minions!

All my love,
Asiat

WILLIAM!!!

Alas, I am his biggest fan!!! Shakespeare 4eva!

And Olivia... ever heard of sharing??? there are many wide spectrums/genres of literature. I believe we can have one preference [romance] or many [romance, classic, adventure, and comedy] viola!

I love Shakespeare... there's somthing about the way that his simple plots can translate to everyday life. Romeo and Juliet for example, a guy who comes to a party with hopes to crash it and meets a beautiful girl. They fall in love, but their love is a forbidden one. Then , in a last attempt to keep their love, they flee... and they both die. Now I could translate that into a thousand different stories with the same plot and a million different time periods.

Ha ha ha ha!

All my love,

Asiat

Get thee to a nunnery!

My Literature class is FINALLY!!! doing Shakespeare. I'm so happy :D

Alas, the Reduced Shakespeare Company has brought a funny side to Shakespeare and viola! I actually understand what Shakespeare is saying.

I was watching Hamlet... another all-time fav and I was watching one of the greatest scenes in the entire abridged version.

"Get the to a nunnery!" Hamlet exclaims.

They bring a lady from the audience and to get her 'in character' they divide the audience into a couple of sections.

Sec. 1: The Ego: runs back and forth on the stage.

Sec. 2: The Id: puts both arms over head and screams: "Maybe... Maybe NOT!!!" over and over again.

Sec. 3: The Male Rep.: screams "Get thee to an nunnery!"

and another one that you can go see yourself.


All my love,

Asiat

December 1st.

I think we can officially start thinking about Christmas... but I'm actually not that hyped up for it.

So whilst a completely new wave of depression... I started and completed Finding D.J. up to the fourteenth chapter...

Is there such a thing as blog writer's block?

The reason I ask is because that's why I haven't been able to post anything... I can't think of anything to say.

Okay, bringing up something completely random, remember that quiz book?? Pepsi or Cola? well here are some things from that :D Enjoy!

I picked these because I know you can all answer these.

What's your favorite sugary road food?

Um... Trail Mix with M&M's.

What's your favorite salty road food?

Chips. soooo chips.

If you could meet any movie star, who would it be?

That's REALLY hard. um... Rob Pattinson, Kirsten Stewart, Richard Armitage, Jonas Armstrong, Joe Armstrong, J.J. Field [ think that's his name... ] and Rupert [forgot his name too... Mr. Wentworth...]

I love how all of those people are guys 'cept Kirsten. wow.

Are you related to anyone famous?

Does my uncle count? after all, he did try and unite the Orthodox and Catholic churches with the Patriarch...

Maybe my grandad? he published seven books...

yeah, maybe not.

Do you think that's enough for now???

All my love,

Asiat