Apologies!

I'm so sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I've bee on figment, the website I told you about. I almost made it into the top 5 of a contest... but I didn't make it. Too bad, I guess. My name is Astralhaze Wellington and just because I don't know what to write today, I'll post that contest entry.

The beast looked at the world crumbling around it. I searched for guilt on its face but there was none there. Even with the taste of food on its tongue and even in the face of all the horror it'd caused, it was still hungry. Hungry for more. More power. More hurt. The beast is selfish. The beast is heartless. We are its food, we are its playing pieces. The beast knows that now that he has the world it is not a desirable one but he will work on it.
"He worked on it to make it a dream. For him, a beautiful dream. For us, a nightmare. Walking on the lines. Rows of people. A sterile disinfected world. Genetically modified to perfection. The perfect slaves. Slaves for agriculture, slaves for sex, slaves for cooking, slaves for housework. A blank world. Wiped of all personality. Wiped of education. There are the special few. They work for him. They are the police. The slave workers. They are the poison makers. They get a few pleasures. The poison, the poison keeps us under control. Physically fast. Mentally slow.
The beast is happy. The beast did what was best for him. The beast is on top. The poison keeps him there. It doesn't make us happy, though. Just incapable of expressing our depression. I am, though because I don't take the poison. I am daughter of the beast.
I see the pain. I've dealt with his egotism. I feel it everyday. While they're out toiling away in the fields, the bedrooms, the kitchen or around cleaning, I watch. I watch in shame, knowing I'm a product of the same thing that is a product. I would rebel but with whom?
They hate me, I get to live life free of the poison and free of the work. Everyone else hates me because I sympathize with the people they hurt.
I live in a world with no friends. I live in a world with no love.
I write this with a knowledge that the people out there don't have. What's the point of having this knowledge? I can't use it. There are rules against that. If I do use it, I will become poisoned.
This poison is not like the ones we had before the beast took over.  The other poisons, people were allowed to stop. The other poisons, weren't allowed. They didn't make people buff and dumb. They just slowed them down. Today's poison is a different, dangerous one.
I must figure out a way to take charge. Knock my father from his throne. Leave him helpless. But I'd need help. How do I find help? Can I lie? Can I trick? Only time will tell.
Five years later
Time has told. I could trick, I could lie but only for so long. I told them I now saw that what they were doing was the right thing all along, that I believed them, that I would help their cause.
One day, I was trusted with clinic duty (where they dish out the poison). I chose not to give it to some people and instead explained that the beast was controlling their lives with the poison. I planted a seed in their minds which I hoped would do some good after the second part of my plan unfolded.
All this trickery had brought me closer to the beast. Soon after the day at the clinic, I was in the beast's bedroom having a culinary discussion when, I took my opportunity, I edged closer then, pounced.
Four quick stabs to his stomache and then, I slit his throat. He was cold and dead but I felt no regret. Was I like him? I don't think so.
I probably could have gotten away with it, we don't have the best police, but I came clean.
Now, I spend my days inside my tiny cramped prison cell writing. There are papers covering the floor. Words fill the room. These are the ones I've wanted to say most, though.
It may seem as though I have lost the battle but life is slowly getting better outside of this jungle of bars and walls.
Not giving poison that day in the clinic but instead wisdom helped exponentially.
I lost my life, took another and I helped heal the world but I am still left with the question: Am I a bad person?"

 So, what do you think? Should it have made top 5?
Now, I guess I have to talk about christmas. It's still fresh in my mind but I'm christmas crashing. So, what did you get? What did you do? Did you do any Boxing Day shopping?
I got the new iPod nano. That was my "big" present. Along with a bunch of other stuff. I spent christmas with my family. I did go boxing day shopping I got four CDs (Strawberry Jam-Animal Collective, Time to Pretend EP-MGMT, Manners-Passion Pit, Person Pitch-Panda Bear), a pair of blue cords, and Identical by Ellen Hopkins.
Here's a little rant I wrote:
"A free rant! That might make me so happy I don't want to rant! But since I've got the opportunity, I must! I can't find my book Identical. I hate when I lose books but I was asleep what was I supposed to do. I have to take advantage of sleep when it comes because it's not that often. But my mom had to wake me up and ask me if I wanted to go shopping... but not for me! Shopping for my younger brother and father. Of course, I was to stunned to think clearly and I said sure. That was three hours of time wasted and not time well wasted! I just thought of an album I should have bought while I could. Pyschic Chasms by Neon Indian. And fucking HMV didn't have any LCD Soundsystem. I don't know whether or not I should do the english project.
Do I have a life? I wish I did. I'm just some bored loser that sits at home ranting to random strangers.
That was my rant."
I was given a free rant.
I think that's a full blog post. So, so long!

"Am I really all the things that are outside of me?"

Have you ever wondered what makes who we are? Have you ever wondered if every single peice of you is created and made up of what you surround yourself with? What would we talk about with out the arts? Without science? Without sports? What are we? Questions like these swirl around my mind on a daily basis. How about you?
I think that these are things everyone wonders at some point in time. If you haven't yet, well I'm glad to have gotten you started. That is, if there's anyone out there reading this but it's okay if there's not.
I'm cold because winter's here and I miss summer so much. There are a few magic months of they year which are summer. Summer to me, is an amazing time of the year. Summer is warm and colourful. I can go to the bluesfest. I can lie in the sun. I'm not a shorts kinda girl but I can wear short sleeved shirts. I can wash my pig in buttermilk. I can do whatever I want. Summer is freedom. I can just be me. It's not because I'm not in school (but that helps). It's because it's warm. Magical warmth. Daylight never ends. I can sleep through days and stay up at night. There are fireworks. Summer music is the best.
So, chill out, listen to some Beach House and do whatever you feel like.

Advertising, Celebritie... that's about it

This is going to be a quick post. Just me reaching out to whoever's out there. Who do you think sells a product (The product is breath-freshening alchohol)? It's for a project in english class. We had to create a print ad for something that was bad for us. So, got any ideas?

Figment

Just found a cool new website called figment.com. It's basically a place for writers to talk and publish their works EXCEPT it's exclusively for teens. Why does this matter? Maybe because we're less accepted in the writing community.
And.... OH NO! I must go. Fallout by Ellen Hopkins is calling, the shower is calling, my guitar is calling, my bed is calling.
What you're left with today?
Two things.... sort of, which is better?
Original
Or
Fun-jokey cover