Peachwood Ln. Visits

Peachwood Ln.'s Roots

I was walking home one day from visiting my High School and there is a street near my house named Peachwood Ln. I thought the name was interesting. At first, i thought of drawing a manga to go with that name but then i realized that all my mangas that i draw turn out horrible. My brain flew with ideas of what Peachwood could be and what interesting things could happen down that street. From there, my mind started to be flooded with the thoughts of my own life and how i have always wanted to record it in some way in a story-type form. I know my own life is full of drama and events that have entertained so many of my friends. I know that it would entertain others as well. I'm not a good writer but i'm hoping that this will work out. I will be basing characters off of real people and real events. Names and places are more than likely going to be changed. Now i haven't decided at this point whether or not to make this a journal/fictional style story or to make this more of a novel type story. We will see. Whatever comes out comes out. I hope you enjoy.

-Reijn the Elfen Muse

Guy the Mind Mage

As I look at the photo of that 2003 summer, all I remember is laughter and flirtatious fun. I don't remember when I first met him. It must have been high school band. Somehow he became commadeared into becomming one of us...a Counterpart. He was Faya's bane, and to be perfectly honest...i was jealous. I wanted Guy to be my foil, not stingy Bob/Tommy. There was something about how he would wipe his straight brown hair out of his laughing hazel eyes, that would make me smile and yearn to be a part of him.

Guy was never your normal guy, in my opinion. He was strong spoken, strong personalitied, and had alot of passion. He is one of those people that everybody is drawn to. Its not necessarily carisma, but i believe its his constant smile and entrancing eyes that pulls every girl's soul into his vast arms. Yes, i am one of those girls. I always has been.

I remember in high school junior English, being assigned to do a project with Guy. I was secretly happy. Maybe this was my chance to finaly land the allusive Guy, that I had been waiting for, for two years. I would proper myself up, when i would go to his house to work on the paper. Maybe he would notice. I don't think he ever did. He just frustrated me to no end. He did that on purpose. And to this day, i believe he found sport in what he did, and i still believe he is an ass because of it. We laugh now. We are framing that project if we ever end up living together.

There really is not much I remember of high school with Guy. Come the middle of Junior year, he went off the raidar. He started dating a girl i grew up with in private school. At FBBA, she was the blonde cute girl that all the guys swooned over...and i was just the brunette who sat at the boys table because the girls didn't accept me. Either way, he started dating Star (That's what I'm going to call her since she became the center of his universe and then died, like a super nova). Star and Guy were inseperatable. And I missed my friend because of it. I missed my one male who saved me from the Counterpart's group. I missed Guy.

I realized sometime into Junior year of high school that i had to let Guy go. He had become an ass in my opinion, for dropping his friends for a girl. I didn't understand at the time...i do now. But on top of that, i had to place my own flirtatious feelings aside, in the hopes that i would get my chance with him in the future. I forgot about my feelings for Guy for over three years.

During those years, i grew and experianced more than i ever thought possible. It stung. But then for some odd reason, Guy walzed back into my life. Gradually, but surely his hands became tender, and his face softened around me. Life and relationships hadn't been easy on him either, through time. I understood. Its interesting when you are given a second chance with a person. It feels like those years of waiting never happened. We picked up right from that Sophmore year flirtations in Faya's pool. Him and his mating feathers. Me and my swimming away as the "prey". Him comming and catching me and swinging me around the pool. I'm surprised nobody picked up on our flirts, but they didn't. We laugh now.

I found something in his arms. I found the refuge that i've always been yearning for. I found tenderness in his eyes, and he hasn't stopped smiling. We have both changed, but in an odd way, we have changed together.

I have my high school friend back. And i have my high school crush in my arms. Its a cinderella romance story, that is no where close to being done. Interesting isn't it.

Guy is seriously that guy that all girls want. I was just fortunate enough to actually snag him. Our classical romance story isn't finished, but a new chapter is being written...and i can't wait.

Daily Drug Dealing Dolls

Everyday I literally have to argue with myself to convince my brain and feet to work together and get out of bed. Arguing with yourself is a hard thing to do because you are making arguments and counterarguments and rebuttals to yourself! Yourself of all people! By the time i get out of bed, it is around 45 min before class starts. It takes me around 15-25 min. to get ready for class. Usually when the class is a early morning class i'll throw on a pair of pants and a hoodie and grab my Tech hat and run out of the dorms. The only thing on my mind is coffee.

For those who know me, i'm a true caffene addict. It is my drug of choice. As i carefully walk down two flights of stairs, trying not to fall over, i wonder about the day's weather. This is ironic because i had just checked the weather on my computer. No matter what in on the computer, it never compares to what is actually outside. I trudge through whatever Lubbock throws at me around the music building and into the SUB with sounds of chatter and the aroma of books and coffee: the Barns and Noble SUB Starbucks.

Every day there is a group of professors who sit at a table and chat about, who knows what. I go and pick up a power bar and head to the cash registar. There are usually three of my daily drug dealers behind the counter. Each one seemed more awake than the other. I do not envy them at all. I could not get up that early to make other people coffee.

On good days, i smile back or nod and mumble a thank you along with my daily order of a Carmel Mocciato not too sweet Grande. This starbucks tends to make thier drinks on the sweet side compared to other starbucks. By asking a "not too sweet" it makes the drink to the same consitancy and sweetness as other stores. (hey, at least we don't have a starbucks in our parking garage like Baylor does).

Eventhough i don't always show it, these girls always brighten my mornings just alittle bit. They get an extra few points when they hand me my cup of coffee and its well made, but each of thier bright personalities puts a spark into everybody who enters and orders from that place. Usually, after the first smile and the ordering process, my mind's ice has broken away and i can start thinking coherently. After the first sip...i'm good to go for the rest of the day.

I have become a "regular" there. If they are not too busy, someone starts my drink, and by the time i purchase my power bar my drink is mostly ready. I should start going up there and just saying, "my regular please." I don't know if i really will though. It is interesting, depending on who's looking and working there in the mornings, i can feel them grin to themselves...they see a regular.

I never see any of them outside of the coffee shop. And I always wonder if they have a good day after work. But they are a group of "drug" dealers that brighten my day each and every morning. They have impacted my life in a small but special way...much like many people we interact tend to do. I hop down the Starbucks/Union stairs and walk briskly off to class, ready to think, with a grin on my face and 5.45 dollars poorer each and every week morning.

Malorie

((Malorie is not this person's real name))

The very first time i met Malorie is in my freshman World Geography class in the downstairs lecture hall in High School. I remember her telling our intructor that her dad is a fire fighter and knew one of the firefighters who was killed in that week's fire. I remember having mixed feelings over her. I wasn't sure if she was a show-off or a sweet quiet girl.

Malorie is a sweet amazing girl. She is a student at the University of Texas in Austin, Texas. She has beautiful blonde hair and stunning blue eyes that always seem to sparkle with the bubbling personality she can hardly contain within herself. Her smile is one of the brightest smiles I have ever seen. Along with that smile a spritely laughter always laces our conversations. She is a "short" girl when compared to the normal 6'5" female of today, but she is beautiful! She is skinny and well endowed and has never had a boyfriend in her life. Which totally baffles me because in High School she was voted as most creative in our entire graduating class. She has beauty, an amazing personality, artistic skill, and a bubbly personality. What more could you ever want in a close friend?

Malorie and I have always been art buddies since we both discovered that we were in art class. She has been my partner in crime...my bestist confidant for artistic questions and my main competition. She and I have always been neck and neck when it came to "being the best" in art class...yet we have always gotten along wonderfully. I have always been secretly envious of her artistic skills. I have always viewed her skills as ones that have surpassed myown. I have always been secretly envious of her, of her beauty, of her skill of her seemingly perfection. Yes, i view her as the penicle of perfection, in my eyes. Yet she is one of my closet friends of all time.

I once described her as a chiwawa. She has a heart of gold but a "big dog's" bark. It is quite fitting. Her opinions are some of the most pointent and straight forward opinions i have ever heard yet she abides by the rules for the most part, and puts on the innocent girl act. She is NOT innocent...more innocent than me, but she is still not untainted. I blame her alittle for my love of lust. We are partners in crime when it comes to love, flamboiancy, and creativity.

Speaking of creativity...she has the most amazing writing style. It floors me every time that i read something written by her. Her use of discriptive words, venacular, and adjectives put everything i write to shame. I can almost taste lust, fear, and depression in her writer's voice. TASTE them...really! They are THAT GOOD!

I love Malorie so much. I wish i was her sister. If we were sisters i think we would be inseperatable. I could eat her all up. Gobble gobble gobble.

I guess the best way to start off is to describe different people in my life and how they have impacted me and to tell stories about them. I have been given a blessing or a curse, i don't know which, but i impact every person's life that i touch in some form or another. It was almost a goal of mine for several years...and now it has become a part of my nature. So as a warning, none of these stories or people are to be taken lightly. They all ment something special to me and impacted a grand part of my life. There is no chronological order to these memories. I will write them down as they come to me. But again, they are not supposed to be taken lightly...they are important stories of the novel i call my life.

Introduction

Beauty can be found in just about anything. Its all about perception and interpretation. Leaves dying and falling to the ground, ending thier beautiful lives of mysticism and song and starting a new role of decorating the gray concrete of the streets...can be precieved as either beautiful or depressing. I find it depressing mostly. Fall is not my more favorite seasons...or winter for that matter. I prefure Spring myself. That is when I am the most alive. I live off of the beauty of trees and the symphony of the wind against the beautiful leaves. It is who I am...I am a mystic trapped in a human world. Poetic isn't it? I believe that we are all something. It just depends whether or not we develope it and let it consume us or we keep it all bottled up and never let it become its full potential. All in all, I feel like humans are afraid to let go and become unique in a both unique and cookie-cutter society.

All in all this is my story...my life...my being.
My name is Wryn and I am 137 years old caught in suspention of a 19 year old body. I live down Peachwood Ln. both in spirit and in life.

And Anything Can Happen Down Peachwood LN.