Linkin Park Topic

I have been a fan since the start like I said before. I remember hearing One Step Closer on 100.5 The Katt and asking my mom if I could have the cd for Christmas. Months later, I got it along with a cd player. I remember listening to their music when I got sick from my older sister's cooking, when a hornet stung me on the wrist, when I injured/tore up my right leg. For a bit in my teens, I checked out other bands. Not many made me feel better like Linkin Park's music. If anything I got depressed. After my first breakup that was verbally abusive, and when he tried to break into the house late one night, I was afraid to be alone, to go anywhere or answer my phone that I got a new one. Linkin Park's music helped me get over that debilitating fear my first ex left. I listened to their music after finding out my second ex was cheating on me (found out on Valentine's day of all days). After my third breakup, Roads Untraveled helped me through the process. With my ex husband, I couldn't really listen to their music or My Chemical Romance due to him complaining or jealousy. Yeah, he got jealous over those bands, Linkin Park more so. I couldn't listen to their music or hang up my poster (think he threw it away after the divorce). And we got in an argument that I couldn't have any Linkin Park songs play at the wedding unless he could have Ariana Grande's music play... I chose The Little Things Give You Away. He also accused me of wanting to name our son after the drummer since I was wanting to name him Robert. Instead he picked the name Michael, he didn't take into account that's Mike Shinoda's name. After the divorce and custody arrangement, I was depressed and cried every day cause I didn't get to keep my son. I wanted to give up so many times, but once again, Linkin Park's music helped me through everything. Even with writing. The SGC characters (if you read When It Ends) I had based on them, kinda like a dedication thanks for influencing my life. The news about Chester was like a hit to the gut. My sister told me I was in denial for the first 30 minutes. I couldn't listen to their music for awhile cause I wouldn't feel right or sick. Found One More Light at the store, took me a couple of days to listen to it and then there was comfort. Hearing about his death was like losing a family member. I'm sure other fans know what I mean. It makes you sad and lonely, but now, listening to the music gives more meaning, more to everything and makes me think of how his singing comforted me. They were the reason I wanted to get into music. Perhaps they are the reason why I never got into drinking, partying, drugs, or smoking. I wish I could have gone to a concert and taken my son when he was alive. Instead, I bought a Linkin Park shirt for him.
Chester Bennington will be missed by all who he meant a lot to. And I'm proud to be part of the Linkin Park Family and to have been influenced by his vocals and humor.

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Ariana

Welcome Back

Hi again everyone across the world. Hope things are going alright just as I hope things are alright around here. Been so busy with writing my screenplays, pitching them too. Maybe one day in the future, one of them will be in theaters. Or on DVD. It's hard work, despite the guys who told me it doesn't count as work. And if not then hey, I'm just dedicated and enjoy a challenge. Anyways, I finally get to see my son in five days!! Can't wait, the last time I saw him is nearly 300 days ago. Yes, I'm keeping track. Was thinking if my scripts don't sell, maybe I'll invest in a good camera and film them myself, only issue would be finding people to act. What else... Been reading the news, getting annoyed, and took time off of Linkin Park for a week due to the passing of their vocalist, Chester Bennington. If you know me well enough, I have been a Linkin Park fan since the start, their music helped me through hard times like illness, injuries, breakups, divorce. And the song Burn It Down was playing the first time I felt my son kick. More on my Linkin Park fandom later.
But, hopefully my scripts sell, been struggling for years and ready for it to change. Thinkin of listening to My Chemical Romance and Linkin Park to continue writing.
Began randomly thinking earlier, I would love a dream guy who is like Rob Bourdon or Frank Iero.
Or Keanu Reeves. Then I thought who am I kidding, no guy could amount to Keanu Reeves. 😔
I am with someone currently, just don't get to see him often like I would like.
Remember, feel free to follow me on my social medias:
@Ariana_Torralba on Twitter
@ariana_torralba91 on Instagram
When The Dead Came page on Facebook
ArianaTorralbaWriter page on Facebook

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Ariana

Business As Usual

Been so long. Also been hot here. I have been busy writing and promoting my movie script to the point of too much coffee. Some say I'm inspiring to them, probably for doing what I do. Why I do it? Make a future for my son. And to no longer struggle, it's a pain. I'm sure many others can understand.
Trying to use my talents as work. Writing, drawing, sewing, knitting. The idea is to create a website to promote my writings, but also sell my cartoons and handmade dolls. These dolls will be based off characters from When The Dead Came, if you seen my other blog you may know that book I wrote.
What helps to keep motivation is setting goals, music, and coffee. My goals are difficult but a challenge is good. And for the current book I'm writing, My Chemical Romance's music is highly influencing my work.
As for the script, still promoting. Hope it works out, need this change after years of work and difficulties. Plus, I miss my son to no end.
I will succeed. Not gonna quit now.
Keep up with me on my social media pages: Twitter (@Ariana_Torralba), Instagram (@ariana_torralba91), Facebook page When The Dead Came series and page Ariana Torralba (need to update it, it's for other work I do).

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Ariana

A Few Things

Good day everyone. I didn't sleep at all last night, only had around four or five hours of sleep. Been working on more of the When The Dead Came Series, and beginning tomorrow will be a free promotion until the 22nd, this time for the book Apocalypse World/Survive. Lately been sharing parts/excerpts on my Instagram. Been working on promoting again. Also overly hungry. I would sing a song for someone if I could get a little food. Which says a lot, I don't ever sing for anyone except my son. Like a guy told me, there is a reason they're called starving artists.
Maybe things will turn around... I really hope. There are times I think about going back to Tulsa so I can find another job easier but I don't want to be so far away from my son. Then, there are times I want to pack some things and walk away until I reach the town where my son is, and try to save up for a place there. Instead, stuck here, far from job opportunities, which is why I write. Takes time, I know, but still. It's stressful and tiring. Quite the struggle. Exhausted. It's alright though, there's a reason I set "unrealistic" goals that are complex and tough, for the challenge. And to get the chance to be a mom again. The dream used to be a mom and wife, then both end up taken from me. Miss my little boy.
Anyways, Apocalypse World/Survive will be free from tomorrow and until the 22nd on Kindle. Will be sharing the link tomorrow.
Follow along on Twitter (@Ariana_Torralba), Instagram (@ariana_torralba91), and Facebook page When The Dead Came and Ariana Torralba.

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Ariana

And Now, My Rant

Okay, ahead of time, apologies to those that get mad at this: What the hell is a basic bitch, bad bitch, and whatever else they call themselves these days? Hearing young women call themselves these now days makes me feel old and I'm only 26! What the hell? I thought women didn't like being called a bitch in any way, and now they're proud to call themselves it?? Hell, I got pissed and upset when my ex husband called me a bitch for a dumb argument back then. What is a basic one? Seriously, is it supposed to make them intimidating or supposed to attract more guys? Come on! Around where I live, you hear this often. And all the young girls that post online and call themselves that shit, they're proud of it and usually caption provocative photos of themselves with it. Same with this "badass bitch" shit they toss around. Or saying they're a savage bitch or lit bitch or savage lit bitch. Doesn't make sense. There's one girl here that practically prostitutes herself and goes on about being a good girl then says she's a savage bitch. Why be proud of shit like that? It's common these days, there's girls in this town around here that call themselves that crap because they think it's cool. And proud to call themselves crazy bitches and try to take other women's men. I don't know, maybe I'm old fashioned or just that lame.
I don't drink, smoke, party, or do drugs and others find that boring and lame. And weak.
But hey, I would rather be lame, boring, old fashioned, and different than some girl that thinks it's badass to harass and threaten others and call themselves a basic bitch and sleep around.
Doing all of that doesn't make them a badass. It just lowers themselves into something that isn't worth it. Not worth risking their lives to get themselves hurt, or to catch something that they must live with. Or worth losing their lives and kids.
Definitely not worth threatening others just to make themselves look like they're worth shit. Same with the "gangs" in that same town. They're always threatening others that they think they can attack.
And that my friends, is why I learn self defense. Not going to allow some asshole guy or "basic bitch" to harm me. Or my son if I have him with me.
Motherhood,it has made me stronger and more defensive. Never worried about shit like that until after my son was born. He makes it worth it. Seriously, I practice self defense and knife throwing because of him. That's all, all of that was building up in my mind.

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Ariana

Hello Everyone

Greetings again to everyone across the world. Still have allergies and been trying to enter a contest, but the file won't transfer to my phone and my laptop keeps going to a metered network, so, needed to stop before I lose it. Other than that, doing great. Can't have my son for Easter which sucks. Probably can't for mother's day either. It's difficult. Anyways, I have nothing else to do today.
Been on my social media accounts off and on. On my Instagram, I was actually told I'm an inspiration, which is pretty cool. Never thought I could be inspiring and interesting, always thought I was boring.
On my Instagram, I usually share random pics. Some are what I come across on my Facebook that make me laugh (there's one of a knocked over portapotty that reads Your Bad Day Has Just Started), pics off and on of memories with my son, usually with a story to the photo. Few pics of myself, I don't do many selfies. Pictures of my makeup art and my art in general. So if you're interested in back-stories' and Linkin Park, my Instagram should be fascinating enough.
Twitter is my way of failing at being funny. Originally, it was for promoting my writings only, but then started sharing my thoughts and it went from there (one tweet having been asking "I thought the duck face thing was over?"). Seriously, people still do it, see if often on my Facebook page. (another rant to share there that I don't get).
And of course, the Facebook pages for When The Dead Came and my other writings in general. I don't really give out my personal Facebook.
In the next blog post, I intend on letting out a rant I hope others will understand.
Remember to follow on Twitter (@Ariana_Torralba), Instagram (@ariana_torralba91), and Facebook pages titled When The Dead Came and Ariana Torralba

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Ariana

Another Day Again

Good day to all across the world. Been busy, writing scripts, pitching scripts, sick with allergies again, babysitting my niece, and had slow data. Got more on my phone but it's still slow. Also got my late birthday gifts: Bill and Ted double feature DVD, Detroit Rock City, Dummy, Aftermath. Also learning I shouldn't make pancakes. I can make difficult foods, but not simple pancakes. Trying different heat settings, they burn on the outside, still not finished on the inside. It sucks. My mom says food is food, since we don't have much right now, but I already know my siblings will complain. That's why I love cooking for my son, he isn't picky. Used to love cooking. I can make French toast, scrambled eggs, corned beef hash, omelets, stew, soups, pastas, baked fish, hot wings, dumplings, cakes, brownies, pies, fried bread, so on. But pancakes? No.
Still wishing I had my own place and my son, miss cooking for him. I remember when I was married, I made him and his dad omelets and corned beef hash with a side of scrambled eggs.
When I was pregnant, I made a big plate of deviled eggs... My husband at the time and I ate them all haha.
Kinda miss when I was pregnant, was around 130 lbs. Now I'm back to where I was before. Always been thin, so pregnancy was a great time for me. Sorry, rambling on. Currently making jacked up pancakes and watching Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey. Having trouble coming up with a cover to draw for the romantic comedy drama I'm nearing the end of, not sure. Also awaiting for the news that my friends baby is born. I made a hat for the little guy, got him a giraffe rattle too. Wish I could have more kids. Technically I can, but I don't want to go the route other women around here do. I would prefer to be with someone long-term. Meanwhile my sister suggested I get with a sugar daddy... Like I told others before, it wouldn't be right.
Sure more young women these days are getting sugar daddies to spoil them, but I can't bring myself to do that too. Seems wrong especially to use a guy just to live the luxury life. Do need help with things, God knows that, but I don't want to find a rich guy to do it all the easy way. One guy even offered to help me get full custody of my son, but I didn't want to use him. I don't know, maybe I want to do improvements on my own.
Either way, I have hope for things to get better. Maybe one day my books will sell a lot or one of my scripts will. Not giving up.
Remember to follow along on Twitter (@Ariana_Torralba), Instagram (@ariana_torralba91), and Facebook. There is a new Facebook page I started for my writings as Ariana Torralba, a author page.

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Ariana