Sunday morning rain is falling. Steal some covers share some skin...

...Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable, you twist to fit the mold that I am in...

Okay, so it's actually Wednesday but, there's something very calming about the first hours of the morning. I love listening to the world come alive. You hear a few cars around 5 then more around 6. At half past 6 you start to hear the school buses, more cars... Around 7 kids laughing and walking to another day at school. It's nice. It's one of the reasons I love being home in the morning.

I always feel so inspired to write in the morning. I feel, of course, at my most calm at this time. But it's so disheartening when nothing comes out. I love the way a pencil feels in my hand. I don't have one right now, and I know from too many lost and smudged entries that writing stories in pencil is not the business. Alas, I just love the sound of pencil on paper. It reminds me of a time when the stories flew out faster than I could write them. A hand cramp was nothing compared to getting the next sentence out. I'd write for hours, something new every day. I was full of ideas, both old ones and new ones - originals and fan fictions.

Harry Potter fan fiction was a big part of my life for a long time. It opened me up to a preexisting world and allowed me in a sense to do whatever my hearts content was - after all, anything is possible in the wizarding world. Most of the time though the focus wasn't on the magic. No, my hearts content was to express the more human side of the characters in a variety of ways - magic always took a back seat. I was never good with the fantasy of things anyway. That's why I can't watch horror films, lol.

Yet here I sit right now, the sky is overcast and the house is quiet. Everything is perfect, and even if I don't write the next great American novel, I'm content with this moment right now, this feeling right here, and whatever comes of it...

Until then...

Deep within me, life's crawling and wasting my days...

...another night gone and I know there will be another way. I'm leading myself to be free in this eternal goodbye...

It's just one of those days today.

Hello, Hello...

...I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello... 

So, where to begin, my newest blogging adventure. I used Xanga for a pretty long time but therein lies the ghost of my former self. A pissed off, sad, hurting, mostly teenage not-so thinly veiled version of who I used to be. I've decided now, entering this new phase in my life I'll make a clean break, something I haven't done for a long time. So, here we go.

I'll start by telling you - and any potential readers - a bit about myself . As of today August 3, 2011 I am 22 years old. I was born and raised in The Home of The Brave also known as Brooklyn, New York in a neighborhood called Bushwick - or as the hipsters who have seem to have taken over call it - East Williamsburg. But we won't count anything hipsters say, as hipsters are known to not have a soul because they sold it for an iPhone and a Mac Book Air.

I was born on December 27, 1988 and was the 5th and last child of my mother Carol and father Charles. My dad actually named me Cherish Carol Robinson, as a sort of declaration of his love to my mother, which not only makes me a walking talking trophy signifying that the did the nasty somewhere near my mothers birthday BUT also a walking talking billboard for their love. I have 3 older sisters and 2 older brothers, one of which I just found out I had last year around this time. But we'll save that for another day.

I have a fiance named Rico, that I've been seeing for almost 4 1/2 years. Our love story is cute and I will grace you with an entry soon enough. Let's just say that he literally had me at hello :) I live with my mom but that is soon to change. My fiance is enlisting in the United States Marine Corps, I am scared and excited at the opportunities afforded to us.

I am a QUITE liberal as you will come to find, I am also an Atheist - teetering on militant. I love cats and dogs yet in a cruel twist I am allergic to both! But I still plan on getting a few of each they are too adorable not to.

I love 80s and 90s music. The last 10 years or so have been a pretty bad time in music in my opinion. I want to be some sort of social worker and am working, albeit slowly, toward my degree in law and sociology. We'll see where I end up, won't we?

That's all I have to write today though. Until then...