Post number 5

Hey Everyone!

I have big news for the crowd that decides to read this. (To whom it may concern)

Two things:

1. #26inMay

In May, I will be running 26 miles. Yep, I'm running a marathon in may.
I also need a sub category for this. A lot of people that I have talked to about this have been super supportive!(Optimists)...And then there's those who are "realists" and see the shape that I'm in right now, and completely fast forward straight to "You're going to fail."

You know what I've got to say to that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm not going to say anything, because anything that I reply to that will not be nice. My wonderful mother always taught me to not say anything at all if it wouldn't be nice.
...and I'll have all the satisfaction I need when my 6 months of training kicks ass as I'm crossing the finish line in may.

I have created a hashtag as a shortened version of my self motivating motto, it's #26inMay just as you see above. The lengthened version is essentially this:  "If you do this much today, 26 in may will be no problem."
I'm serious.
2.  Chasing Greys halfway done!

Great news about the novel! I've made huge progress in the last few days and have decided that in light of the number of individuals who want to read this book when it's finished, I'm going to dedicate at least an hour of every morning to finishing the writing. It will be a lengthy project, about 30-35 chapters, but once finished it will represent more than just an action/thriller novel. It will represent the next 3 months of hard work that will be put into it!

Planned finish date: 12/30/2014

AND, you'll love this. I have certain connections that will possibly allow me to have this novel PUBLISHED! I just need to make it really, really good. Challenge accepted.

Aint no mountain high enough, baby. Until next time.

Post 4

Well, it's been a few days since my last post. There's been a lot going on in my life that I'd love to discuss, but it's better that I save that for a different post. I'd just like to share this part of a story that I wrote for my English class last year. I was fishing through old documents on my computer and stumbled across it. I actually really enjoy this particular part of the story, because it makes me laugh. Hope you all enjoy.
(P.S. it may be too descriptive, but the story got an A. Oh well)
Also; this story is about the end of the world. This part has nothing to do with it except it sets the scene before it happens. I'm not writing a romance novel, I'm not sure it suits my writing style. However, this part helps the story a lot. Enjoy!

I zipped open my tent made for two, and slid inside. As I was closing up the door to my half-occupied resting place, and hand reached in through the open space that hadn’t yet been zipped. It was a feminine hand, beautiful, with red painted nails, and a tattoo on the wrist that read something that looked like it was written in Hebrew writing. The pale hand opened up the tent and Dawn stuck her head in through the door. “You sleeping alone tonight?” She asked.

“Yep, it seems that way.” I told her nervously, my hands shaking from the sight of her.

“Mind if I bunk with you? No room anywhere else.” Wow. She said it. She really said it. I couldn’t believe my ears when she asked to sleep in my tent! This is my chance, I thought. I can definitely do this!

“Sure!” I said. “Come on in, make yourself comfortable.” She slid in through the small door. What I hadn’t noticed while she was standing outside of the tent was that she had only been wearing a bra and panties, and I couldn’t believe it when she walked in.

She was stunning. There wasn’t a thing in the world that I admired more. The sight of the curves of her hips was driving me wild as she stepped in. She caught me staring at her, and to my biggest surprise, asked me, “I don’t have a blanket. Could you share?” Hallelujah. It was at this moment, that I felt so close to an angel, that I could speak to God himself. I thought to myself: God, thank you. I wont forget this.

“Of course Dawn! Here you go.” I made a mistake. I gave her my blanket. Not just some of it, all of it. She kind of stared at me wondering what I was doing, and I just turned over to go to sleep. What an idiot. I cannot believe I just did that.

But sure enough, it was almost like it was supposed to happen. Not five minutes after I gave Dawn that blanket did I feel her scooting closer and closer to me, until our warm, half naked bodies were touching together. She put the blanket over the both of us, and her arm around me. Needless to say, I could feel the testosterone rushing through my body, and that’s never a good thing. There were sounds of others outside getting into their tents, but I couldn’t hear them. I was too focused on what’s going on, right here, right now. She pulled me even closer. I finally told myself to man up, and turn around. Right as I turned over, her lips met mine. There was a dash of ecstasy between us as we slowly kissed over and over, and I shivered as her fragile hands ran up and down the small of my back. I had never felt this great about myself, or with anyone. Upon kissing my neck and down my chest, she says “I’m drunk. Lets go to sleep”.

Damnit. I almost had it! I turned over, and shut my eyes.

NuMBerThrEE

Lets talk about passions. First, I am going to explain my passion. If you feel lost, and can't quite put your finger on what your passion is, you're in the right place. You may have more than one, you may have just one. It all depends on what kind of person you are.

I have a giant passion for guitar that will never leave me. Do you have something in your life that you can't go a day without thinking about? Something so powerful, so beautiful, yet so complex, that you are attracted to it no matter what mood you are in? 

That's exactly what guitar is to me. When I'm happy, I play guitar. When I'm sad, I play guitar. When I'm angry? Guitar. 

Someone once asked me what my passion was, and I couldn't quite bring it to my mind. Anytime that happens, my advice to you is to think about anything, and I mean ANYTHING in your life that literally takes you to another world. 

It should be something that helps you focus, something that you can put your entire heart and soul into. If that's a hobby, great. If thats your job, that's amazing. If its a person, I recommend otherwise. 

It's not a bad thing, but my advice is to find something that will NEVER leave your side. Something that you believe in, that you can put everything into and actually get something back from it. Something that you feel absolute merriment from the sheer idea of it. 

A passion will never quit on you. It will always be there. There was a point in my guitar-playing history that I quit, and vowed to never pick it up again because I was tired of feeling so frustrated.

I didn't pick up a guitar again for 6 months. Over those 6 months, there was no telling what I was doing with my energy, because I sure as hell wasn't using it on a passion of mine. When I finally decided to pick up my guitar and try again, it happened. I felt a feeling that I'd never felt before. I couldn't hear anything but the beautiful noise coming from the bronze colored guitar strings. I realized at that point that I'd found my passion. Now, its safe to say that my favorite part of every day is when I can pick up that black Yamaha acoustic guitar and fall onto cloud nine.

My suggestion is that all of you find that type of love for something when you can, as soon as you can. If I didn't have that, I would be searching far and wide for something that makes me feel the way playing the guitar does.

Search for it, and work hard. The work really pays off. Nothing beats being able to explain in nitpicking detail how much you love something.

PoSTnuMbeR2

First of all, I'd just like to point out that yesterday, I made a pretty long blog post, and I really wasn't expecting anybody to look at it, to be honest. It was just going to be my outlet, and I was just notified via email that my blog had "reached 100 page views in a day". I was pretty much blown away by this, and want to thank anyone who took the time to read what I wrote.

With that being said, I'd like to share a segment of a novel I'm currently in the process of writing, titled "Chasing Greys" . I haven't told anybody that I'm writing it, so this is my announcement. I am especially proud of this segment, because while writing it, I was able to visualize what this would look like if it had been a movie. It will also give a good idea of how the novel starts. I am sometimes creative, so when ideas are flowing they sure do flow out on to the paper. If you have a comment/criticism, you can post it below or also contact me any way you know how to (Facebook, text message, etc.) Enjoy!


Three days. Three days had gone by since Alex had seen daylight. He knew for sure that Jamie was worried sick, and hoped that she had faith that he would return. He thought about his wife for about 10 minutes, before he realized he should re-focus his thoughts on his surroundings. He remembered that at exactly 3:30 every day, he heard 3 knocks at the door down the hall, 2 knocks at the door next to him, and at 3:32, they would knock on his door one time, open it up, and pull him out of the eerily dark cell that he had been forced to call home, and tortured him by beating him until blood was pouring from any wound they could create. Bones and muscles weaker than he could ever imagine, the phrase "my legs are like spaghetti noodles" took on an entirely new meaning to him.

Today, a battered Alex checked his watch to see how long he had until the bloodthirsty mercenaries returned to finish the job. He was for sure that today was the day that he was going to die. His watch read "15:39". One minute. He began sobbing as he thought about his wife, and believed that he could hold on one more day just for her. They had only been married 2 years, but he knew. She was the woman that he woke up in the morning thinking about, and went to bed at night thinking about.

3:30. Three knocks down the hall.
3:31. Two knocks next door.

Anxiety was rising in the mind of Alex, and he could feel the chambers of his heart begin to pump blood throughout his body faster than ever before.

3:32.
3:33.
3:34.

The mercenaries were 2 minutes late. This was unusual. Alex knew there was something wrong. Maybe one of the other "inmates" is giving them trouble, he thought.

Just when he began to relax a little bit, the door of his cell burst open, and a masked man entered the room.
"Come with me, if you want to live, Alex Witt." the man whispered to Alex.
The man was armed with a military-issued M4A1 rifle, and he seemed to know the way out. Alex stuttered a "o-okay" and began to limp after the masked man. Corner after corner, the masked man picked off 5 different guards with his silenced rifle, and Alex could tell he was military trained. They entered a parking garage, with a door on the other side that boasted a sign above that said "exit".

"Come on! We're not going to make it!" The man exclaimed. Alex couldn't move any faster. His body was so weak that he could hardly hold himself up, sweat dripping from his forehead.
The exit was 50 feet away, and Alex's eyes began to fog up. If there was a time for this to happen, now was not the time. The masked man was much faster than Alex, and he looked back just in time to witness Alex blacking out, and hitting the concrete floor of the parking garage.

"Damnit." the man whispered under his breath. He threw an unconscious Alex over his shoulder, and ran towards the exit. Before he opened the door, he heard an explosion from the other side of the building.
No. It couldnt be time yet. No!
The masked man ran with Alex on his shoulder through the exit.
Time was up. Another explosion. This time, it wasn't so far away.

FIRStPost: A year in summary.

To whom it may concern;

This is the first official post on the LifeStory blog of Louie Cavalieri. This blog will cover many different things; but just to clarify, the main focus of my posts will be about what's going on in my life, currently. There will be short blogs, there will be long ones. Some will teach lessons that I have learned, and some will just be a venting session. Basically, I'm doing this blog because I need an outlet. I need somewhere to shove these racing thoughts in my mind at night, so that I'm no longer up until 3:35 am creating blogs. 

So, for my first post, I will sum up the roller coaster of a year that I have had. 

From the months of October 2013-April 2014, I was engaged to a wonderful woman that I truly thought was the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Mind you; I am 19 years old. 

May 2014 rolls around, and the test of a lifetime comes my way. My relationship came to an end, and there I was. I was alone, for what felt like the first time in years. We were together for about a year and 7 months, and when this happened, my attitude and motivation both took turns for the worst. There wasnt a single thing that anyone/anything could do about it. All I needed was time.

I took the summer of 2014 to re-invent myself. I coped with my sadness by changing my appearance, hanging out with new and old friends, and keeping myself busy. By the 3rd week of July, I was feeling pretty good. 

My family then moved into a new house in the very last week of July, and I went with (Obviously) 

Finding momentos that had been stored away was not what I was expecting when unpacking. 

Relapse. 

August comes my way, and I had finally decided to let myself start having fun again; seeing new people. This came as a surprise to me when I tried seeing someone, and actually enjoyed myself. After a few fun dates, I had decided that it wasn't something I wanted to pursue, and leading someone on is not in my department. 

September hits. I promised myself I would be single for the Machine Gun Kelly concert at the beginning of the month. I kept my promise, and good times ensued. Give it 5 more days, then I figured out what hell truly was. 

I was getting sick again; just like i do every fall. But this was different; I couldnt breathe. I went to the doctor several times before finally being diagnosed with 3 things. Mononucleosis, sinus infection, and minor upper respiratory infection. 

Ouch. 

I took a 3 week leave of absence from work, and while it allowed me time to heal, my muscles are now very weak and I have lost about 12 pounds. 

The days are now shorter and the leaves are now brighter colors in october; And with a new month comes a new attitude and new set of motives. 

Yesterday, mind you I get free movies, I went to see the equalizer and found a quote from the movie especially intriguing:

"Progress, not pefection." 

This quote hit me hard, as that has been my motto for the summer/fall months. I have finally met my closure from my past, and am ready to move on to the future; whatever may come my way. 10/15/14 3:53 am