I should be insightful...

Okay. I can do this. BE INSIGHTFUL. I dunno. Maybe...

Today I'm gonna talk about Dally. He's my favorite, so I think that it's appropriate. I'll just do some random stuff. First:

Daring eyes
Atrocious sense of humor  
 Long hair
 Lost heart
Anxious, fluttering stomach
Stunning intelligence

Now, for some fanfiction:

POV DALLY.

My feet pounded on the hard asphalt, sending jolt white hot pain through my ankle. It was badly sprained at least, but more likely it was broken. “Register it, and then put aside.” My dad’s words came back to me. He had been talking about emotions, but I figured out early on that it applied to more than just emotions. I put the pain aside.

Why are you so damn impulsive? I scolded myself. I heard the angry cuss-filled shouts behind me and knew I had to step it up.

A buddy of mine, (That makes it sound like I have lots of buddies, I don’t.) had gotten into some nasty stuff. I don’t do drugs, I just don’t. But he was in major debt, and doing a bad job dodging it. They (a gang across town) couldn’t get any cash outta him so they decided to go after somebody he knew.   

Who just so happened to be unlucky little me. Unfortunately I was passed out drunk when they showed up, otherwise, they’d have had no chance.

Which left me here. Running myself to death, trying to get away. They only needed me to live for six more hours. Six measly little hours, before Brent (my ‘buddy’) would make the drop and they killed us both. I knew I had to get away before then.

Since I only needed to be mostly alive when Brent showed up, they’d had a little fun with me. They hadn’t fed me for the last 32 hours and the only water I had gotten was a little cup full that was thrown in my face. They’d broken my ankle in hopes of keeping me from making a run for it, but that hadn’t exactly worked.

Right now they were starting to recover from my little surprise attack. There were three of them. All big guys, but none too bright. The first had had his nose broken and the rest of his face slammed into a wall. The second, had been kicked somewhere nobody ever wants to be kicked. And the third guy? Well… let’s just say, he ‘fell’ out of a first story window. Backwards.

I heard more shouting a cussing, and this time the voices were closer. I pushed my malnourished body to its limits. I wasn’t moving fast enough. I needed to think of something. Anything.

Suddenly I falling forward, knocked off balance by a leaping tackle from behind. I scrambled forward on hands and knees try to escape guy #3, dripping wet and splayed out on back. Oops. He must have landed in the pool. Their hide was in an abandoned apartment building and the pool, putrid and scummy was right outside the window. Guy #3 rolled me over and punched me right on the jaw, dazing me.

Then he started pounding me until my vision started to darken and his knuckles bloodied from pounding my face. He grabbed my shirt and dragged me semi-conscious back in the direction of the apartment.

I registered all that pain. But I couldn’t push it away. I tries to treat it like an emotion, pointless and harmful. It didn’t work I couldn’t push it away. I swelled and swelled until it filled my mind and leaked out my pours. A low moan escaped my cracked bloodied lips, as the others joined guy #3 and carefully planned their payback.

“It was gonna be quick, you know that? Bullet to the brain. Only takes a second. Now, I’m thinking I should put a few more holes in you first kiddo.” Said guy #2, his voice an octave of two higher than it had previously been.

I smiled, despite myself, at hearing his voice. Outraged he slammed the butt of his rusted heater down on top of my head, and the world slipped just out my grip, in a flash.

Hold Me Together, an outsiders fanfic - FanFiction.Net

Hold Me Together, an outsiders fanfic - FanFiction.Net

This is by my cousin Hunter, I think it rocks!

Omj. (Oh my Johnny)

This is soooooo funny... if perhaps slightly suggestive. I LOVE IT SOOOOOO MUCH!!!!! I found this on FanFiction. EVERYONE should read it.

Keep It In Your Pants

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to my bffaeaeae Hunter! I miss you sooo much!

~Elise (Please stay gold! For me?) 

 

♥

 

C U SOON.

I'LL BE GONE FOR A WHILE... WELL HAT I MEAN IS I'LL BE BUSY WITH OTHER THINGS LIKE MY LIFE, AND MY EATING HABITS, AND ISSUES WITH SLEEP... OR LACK THEREOF, AND MY FRIENDS, AND THE BOOK I'M WRITING... AND YEAH... SO PRETTY MUCH... YEAH...

~ELISE (STAY GOLD!)

Valentine's day

Darling do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time,
All the time!
~OwlCity

I wonder what Ponyboy's love life is like? After the book ends does he fall in love? It always made me curious. I thought today would be a good day to ask since it' Valentine’s day. Oh well, never mind!

“Soda?”
“Yeah, Pony?”
“Do you love Sandy?”

~Elise (Stay Gold!)

Warning I will only be posting quotes this week!

 

"Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold." ~Johnny

I'M ALIVE!

Super weird cover...

Well I'm sorry I haven’t been posting but I just don’t have something witty/funny/insightful/Outsiders related to say EVERY friggin’ day! That is just the way the cookie crumbles. If you actually read this blog like the one other person I know of who even knows what I’m talking about even when I don’t make any sense cause that was the day I learned to love cheese AND THEN THE MONKEY STOLE MY STRAWBERRIES! Well… now that I have that out of my system…

“I hope I never see Dallas Winston again. If I do I'll... probably fall in love with him.” -Cherry

~Elise (Stay gold!)

Nothing to say today

"When I want my kid brother to tell me what to do with my other kid brother, I'll ask you—kid brother."
                     ~Darry

What a day!

He liked fights, blondes, and for some unfathomable reason, school. He was still a junior at eighteen and a half and he never learned anything. He just went for kicks. (Ponyboy’s description of Two-bit)

Why would anyone like school? Why would they go for kicks? School was never-ending today and I don’t have a diary (it’s supposed to be good for you) and I need to vent. I know this is an Outsiders blog but hay! I made the dang thing so I can break the rules if anyone can! So here I go. I need to spill guts to you. School dragged on and on today. Math was boring because I’m working ahead. I’m only working ahead because the class is going so slow, I’m not like a teacher’s pet or anything. I have a Spanish project due tomorrow and it isn’t done and I’m supposed to be off-book in drama and that isn’t happening either. AND there is this super weird kid at school who keeps asking me for a hug! When I say “No.” He says, “High-five?” and so I give him a high-five to get him out of my hair. Otherwise school is okay, I’m the director of a video project in drama and I’m pretty good at bossing people around as it turns out! Who would have thought it? (*sarcasm*) With my naturally bossy demeanor, and my controlling personality type I thought I would be terrible director! Oh well! Here is an Outsiders quote just in case there is an angry mob forming on the other side of this deserted blog.

~Elise (Stay gold!)

“I used to talk about killing myself all the time, man. But I don't wanna die now. It ain't long enough. Sixteen years ain't gonna be long enough. Hell, I wouldn't care so much if there hadn't been so many things I haven't done yet. So many damn things I ain't seen or done. That time when we were in Windrixville was the only time I've ever been away from my neighborhood."

-Johnny

If it's real

If it's not real

You can't hold it in your hand

You can't feel it with your heart

And I won't believe it

But if it's true

You can see it with your eyes

Oh even in the dark

And that's where I want to be, yeah.

~Paramore

When something is real you know it! And when it's not sometimes you want it to be real so badly that start believe it. When Johnny died I pretty much convinced myself that it was like the end of the Bourne Ultimatum and Johnny was just gonna sit up and say "PSYCH! I got you good!" But he didn't and I wouldn't believe it. I started to cry hoping it would change the words on the page but I still didn’t believe it. In my mind Johnny was in a beach house somewhere laughing it up with  Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson. However, just because I believed it didn’t make it true. When Dally committed suicide I gave up on Johnny and felt unforgivably guilty but I knew it must be true. The truth is a tricky thing. It can be misinterpreted, bent, broken, twisted, and flat out destroyed. But sometimes there is more than one right way of looking at the truth. I could have looked at those two unexpected deaths as depressing and stupid, or I could look at them as the start of something – a fresh start.  Thank you S.E. Hinton! You made me look at life differently!

~Elise (Stay gold!)

Tuff vs. Tough

***Dallas lit a cigarette and handed it to Johnny. Everyone sat down to have a smoke and relax. A smoke always lessens the tension I had quit trembling and my color was back. The cigarette was calming me down. Two-Bit cocked an eyebrow. "Nice-lookin' bruise you got there, kid."

I touched my cheek gingerly. "Really?"

Two-Bit nodded sagely. "Nice cut, too. Makes you look tough."

Tough and tuff are two different words. Tough is the same as rough; tuff means cool, sharp—like a tuff-looking Mustang or a tuff record. In our neighborhood both are compliments.***

What would you rather be Tuff or Tough? Personally I would rather be Tuff. Tuffness is wearing cool shades and slicking your hair back. I mean hasn't everyone wished they were cooler? I have! Pretty much every day in fact! When I get up in the morning and look in the mirror I think "Golly, I wish I looked tuff!" When I get to school I look around and see the "cool" kids and wish I were one of them… being Ponyboy however, I would be glad I looked tough. In his decade and… well… situation that would be completely awesome on every level! Would you rather be tuff or tough? That is the question!

~Elise (Stay gold!)

P.S.  Please leave a comment to tell whether you would rather be Tuff or Tough! Tell me why! 

***Direct quote form The Outsiders***

Super Awesome pictures of Ponyboy and Johnny!

I love Ponyboy!!!!! I just took an Outsiders personality quiz and I'm 100% Ponyboy! 
*CrAzY Sodapop grin*
~Elise (Stay gold!)

 I love Johnny Cade!!! This is Hunter the co-owner of this blog and I got 100% Johnny! Woot!

-Hunter

Johnny Cade forever!

You know you're obsessed with The Outsiders when...

You laugh every time you drink a soft drink for reasons unknown to people around you.

You name your horse (Or any other pet) Ponyboy.

You've looked up Robert Frost poems before, just to read Nothing Gold Can Stay from a million different sources.

You've read Gone With the Wind, even though it's more than a thousand pages long, for no other reason except because it was mentioned in The Outsiders.

If you HAVE read Gone With the Wind, you get randomly excited and squeal at the page where it quotes exactly, "riding into sure death because they were gallant".

You've started wearing black leather jackets, old jeans, and white t-shirts a lot more than you usually do.

You've researched the 60s for fun, and you have asked questions concerning the 60s to your baffled history teacher.

You've tried slicking back your hair with hair gel/grease and squealed happily at the results.

You've bleached your hair just because Ponyboy did.

You've started caring about your hair a lot more than you did before.

You've stopped getting haircuts.

You've started using the words, "ain't", "golly", "gee", "dig", and other old slang words proudly, not paying attention to the weird stares you're getting from people around you.

You've read the book so many times you could quote entire pages from it.

You love your English teacher for getting you to read it.

You announce to your stunned parents that your new favorite cartoon character is Mickey Mouse.

You want to hit people when your teacher's showing the Outsiders movie, and they don't pay attention to it/laugh at it.

You rush up to every random person reading the book, squealing and babbling about how amazing the book is, and how much they're gonna love it so much. You say these thing to COMPLETE STRANGERS too.

You suddenly wish you had a southern accent, and you love people who actually do.

You've developed a sudden interest in old movies.

You do a double take each time someone says the word "Soda" or "Pony".

You laugh every time you drink Pepsi (Ponyboy's addiction) or Coke. (Dally/Cherry incident)

You write "Stay Gold" as the last line of every letter you write.

You've paused the movie at the very beginning when Ponyboy writes in his composition book, and tried to copy his handwriting.

You've wondered what it would be like the live as a greaser in the 1960s.

You and your best friend spend three hours running around the mall asking random people where you can find some white and black Converse high-tops, just because Ponyboy has white ones and Johnny has black. Then you spend all your mom's birthday money buying some.

You spend twenty bucks at the bouncy ball machine, trying to get a red one. Then when you do, you walk around your subdivision for hours, bouncing it like Ponyboy does in the beginning of the movie.

~Elise (Stay gold!)

P.S. I haven't done ALL these things, but I DO know someone who has!