http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:burteen&section=today deviantART RSS for by:burteen en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Thu, 31 Dec 2009 11:00:25 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/28719410/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/28719410/ Wed, 02 Dec 2009 21:30:08 PST [ ] Learn to swing dance.
[ ] Start doing yoga persistently.
[ ] Learn to fluently speak French.
[ ] Live in New York City for one year.
[ ] Visit each continent.
[ ] Fly across the country, and then drive back.
[ ] Buy a cute and comfy couch.
[ ] Get my blink tattoo.
[ ] Camp outside of area 51.
[ ] Learn to ballroom dance.
[ ] Get married under the stars.
[ ] Sky dive.
[ ] Walk between the great pyramids of Giza.
[ ] Learn how to play the violin.
[ ] Learn to play the piano better.
[ ] Film a full length film.
[ ] Swim with dolphins.
[ ] Learn to sew exceptionally well.
[ ] Be an extra as a Zombie in a Hollywood film.
[ ] Learn the Thriller dance, successfully.
[ ] Visit Hawaii.
[ ] Go up in a hot air balloon.
[ ] Go to the Easter Islands.
[ ] Watch a Space shuttle launch in person.
[ ] Go the Grassy Knoll.
[ ] Have a paint balloon war.
[ ] Tell everyone I know, exactly how I feel about them.
[ ] Visit Roswell.
[ ] Celebrate November 11th, 2011 in a big way.
[ ] See an Aurora Borealis.
[ ] Work for/with Apatow Productions.
[ ] Have a long conversation with Richard Kelly.
[ ] Save enough money to get an apartment in Los Angeles with Trent.
[ ] Be in NYC on New Years Eve.
[ ] Get a job with less customer service involved.
[ ] Become a paranormal investigator.
[ ] Visit Disneyworld-Florida for the Holiday season.
[ ] Become good friends with Tom, Mark, and Travis.
[ ] Get over it.

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/27768523/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/27768523/ Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:15:25 PDT 2. I have a variety of types of humor in me. Depends on who I’m around on what I’ll show. I’ve come to realize my default is my awkward humor that nobody understands but myself, which results in me coming off as stupid, or an explanation is needed. Haha.
3. I have asthma attacks; about 60% of them are while I'm in the shower.
4. I go to Barnes & Noble once a week at the least. I love reading.
5. I like to bite Trent. a lot.
6. I like paranormal phenomena, extraterrestrials, ghosts, werewolves, unexplained beings, and vampires. And no, I don't mean the stupid vampires from twilight that started the trend of "loving" vampires. I can guarantee you I have had a fascination with them long before you and your team Edward shirt started believing they are all lovey dovey. Screw twilight. VAMPIRES CANT WALK IN THE DAYLIGHT. On top of that, it isn’t even original. Vampire Diaries existed years before Twilight.. and it’s the exact same thing.
7. The bone in the side of my left foot sticks out in an unnatural way and it hurts really bad, to the point of limping, after a long day on my feet.
8. I have a pinhole in my lower back. I just tell people I was abducted by aliens and that’s where they stuck the needle.
9. I play guitar hero way to much, I mean waaay to much.
10. When I'm bored, I make faces.
11. I don't eat meat 50% of the time. Not because I am trying to be a "vegan" or something, I actually don't like the taste most of the time.
12. I daydream more than the healthy amount.
13. I am in love with the most amazing person in the entire world. He is as perfect as it gets.
14. The holiday season is my most favorite time of the year. I get really dorky and freak out over every little thing. I even where Christmas sweaters like an old lady. One of my favorite things to do is go to the mall, get a sugar cookie and some hot cocoa, and sit by the Santa section and watch the kids get really excited.
15. It’s actually hard for me to make friends. Which is why I don’t have that many of my own, most of mine come through Trent. Regrettably, there are people in this world I wish I could be friends with, but I’m just not outgoing enough to make the move.
16. I am obsessed with movies. It’s my number one passion and I would do anything to work in the industry.
17. I want to be a magician.
18. One of my favorite things to do out of town is go to their local theater.
19. I am obsessed with everything Blink 182, with the exception of Travis. I’m not really a fan of him… Not entirely sure why. Just something about him bugs me. It could also be the fact that I listened to blink before he joined the band.
20. A lot of people misconstrue my shyness as being stuck up or rude. That’s entirely NOT the case. Sometimes it’s not even that, I sometimes can just be a quiet person who only talks if I really have something to say. It’s all based solely on my mood, I suppose.
21. Ouija boards, tarot cards, palm reading, and all other things like that fascinate me. But Trent won’t let me use a Ouija board. He did by my tarot cards, though.
22. I have a fascination with Nikolai Tesla. He was a man before his time. I do believe he spoke with aliens.
23. I like office supplies.
24. I prefer "film" over movie, and "photo" over picture.
25. I don't like:
a) spiders/bugs.
b) most girls.
c) metal music.
d) diet soda.
e) hot weather & sweating.
f) whiskey.
g) people who are famous for nothing. I.E. Everyone from The Hills, Youtube stars, rich kids, etc.
h) bad vocabulary. No wonder everyone thinks this is the century of stupidity. So many people can’t spell or don’t even bother to try!
i) brb, lol, thnx, ttyl, wtf, etc.
j) seafood.
k) w4w / whore trains / "I need 128756383453 friends to make me feel cool."
l) turbulence.
m) reptiles.
n) strangers who don’t smile back.
o) when people don’t say please/thank you.
p) people who can only make jokes at other peoples expense.
q) girls that like Trent.

26. Biggest Goals in life:
a) get married.
b) work in the film industry.
c) travel the world.

27. I have four goals I'd like to achieve in the film industry;
a) work with Will Ferrell.
b) work with Judd Apatow and the crew.
c) work with Richard Kelly.
d) & work with Joss Whedon.

28. I’m a sucker for those “forbidden” love storylines in the late 90’s/early 2000’s teen drama shows. My favorites are:
a) Pacey Witter and Joey Potter. (Dawsons Creek.)
b) Buffy Summers and Angel. (Buffy the Vampire Slayer.)
c) Max Evans and Liz Parker. (Roswell.)
d) Veronica Mars and Logan Echolls. (Veronica Mars.)

29. Loves of my life?
a) Trent, boyfriend, best friend, other half.
b). Tom Delonge. Crushing on hi... ]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/27716836/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/27716836/ Sun, 11 Oct 2009 22:25:36 PDT
I'm feeling misplaced at the moment. I was unhappy with AAU, I don't have close to enough money for the NYFA workshop yet, and I'm not satisfied with the repitition of my basic boring job. I want change. But at the same time, I'm terrified of it. I need a push, because I feel to weak to deal with the pressure of actually going through with something so drastic. Not that I have that option at the moment, anyways. I'm completely broke. I've been robbed and have to go through the slow and unfair process of the insurance claim. And this country is in a recession. I have been applying for seasonal positions as a photographer. It's highly unlikely I'll get the job, but worth a shot... I don't even know if that'll keep my mind happy if I were to get it. The thing I want most is so distant from me, and it takes so much hard work to reach it. The obstacles in the way aren't even placed there by me, not all of them anyways. It's built specifically to make you feel like it's unreachable and if you fail just once, it wants you to give up. I'm trying to keep my head up about it.. but I don't know how long that'll work. I need to do something. Something that puts me a step closer to achieving it. But I don't know what exactly that is. People told me my whole life, "go to college", "go to school", It's what will make your dreams come true".. But I'm starting to not feel that way. What it really takes is creativity, strength, a bit of an ego, and constant optimism. Because it really is set up so you fail. And so you feel like it's working against you.. It sounds like something I might now be able to handle. But I want this so bad. I'm hoping that I'll overcome it.

I think all of this is the aftermath of a hangover.. a hangover of a vacation. That feeling in your gut you get when you arrive back home, and you have to settle back into the rut of repition. Where you just start back up and nothing has changed, nothing has evolved.. it's all the same. Boring. Unsatisying. Your dreams feel so far away.


Fuck, this blog is kind of depressing.

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/27620310/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/27620310/ Tue, 06 Oct 2009 17:33:27 PDT

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/26823046/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/26823046/ Tue, 25 Aug 2009 18:33:06 PDT
B) We're having a birthday party for yours truly on September 4th. I've already told some of you who are a top priority that MUST be there! No offense to the people I haven't told yet, but this is me giving a shout out to the rest of ya. You're more than welcome to come. There is going to be jungle juice and daiquiris and other goodies. But you can bring stuff for yourself as well.

C) Only EIGHTEEN more days until we leave for Los Angeles for two whole weeks! Well, first we’ll be stopping in Sacramento to see Blink play!! And then we’ll be stopping again in Bakersfield, for another blink show. And there’s a couple days in there for San Diego. But yeah. I’m so fucking stoked. We’re going to the Emmy’s! And we’re going to see the cast of How I Met Your Mother, and Dexter, and Weeds, and a bunch more of great television shows. Plus, we’re going to a couple movie premieres.. Not amazingly awesome movies, but some big names like Jennifer Aniston and people like that will be there. Then there’s the wonderful Disneyland and Universal Studios. Disneyland will be starting their Halloween version when we go, and it’ll be awesome. Universal Studios is always a blast, because it’s fun to see the film lot. Which reminds me, we’ll also be touring our film program that Trent and I are working towards doing in the near future. It’s going to be absolutely amazing. And if I had the opportunity, I would never come back, because I’ll have the two most important people with me.

D) Trent and I are getting our tattoos soon! It’s going to be the infinity sign; (∞… We haven’t decided if we’re going to do initials or just a heart intertwined with it. So, we’ll see.. but we’re getting it on our wrists. We’ve had this idea for a while, but now we think it’s time to finally get it done.

E) In November, we’re taking another trip. Not as massive as this one, but just four days. Trent and I (all by our lonesome) are going to Disneyland for our Five year anniversary. I can’t believe it’s been almost that long, already. It’s crazy. All the while, I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. Everything revolves around him and our love. It’s pretty incredible. I’m stoked to finally take a big trip with just him. It’ll be our first. (Coast trips and Portland trips don’t count. ) And yeah.. I absolutely am one hundred percent in love with that boy. He makes me so happy.

F) I can’t stop listening to Regina Spektor. Her voice is amazing, and her lyrics are always so beautiful.

G) Trent and I are being either Silk Spectre/Rorschach or Sweeney Todd/Mrs. Lovett for Halloween. Maybe even neither... but those are the ideas we’re throwing around right now. I’m finding it very difficult to get a sailor-like dress for the beach scene on Sweeney Todd., though. I still am trying to think of a really good idea for a couples costume. If you have any ideas, let me know.

H) That’s all, folks!

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/26722798/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/26722798/ Thu, 20 Aug 2009 21:11:18 PDT Hollywood
San Diego
Universal Studios
Disneyland
San Diego
Venice Beach
The Late Show with Conan O' Brien
The Late, Late show with Craig Ferguson
The Informant movie premiere
The Emmy Awards
The Big Bang Theory
The Price is Right
Love Happens movie Premiere
Sony Pictures Studio
Griffith Observatory
San Diego Zoo
Mexican Border
& more...

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/26390567/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/26390567/ Tue, 04 Aug 2009 21:32:24 PDT
Love you,

Brittany Dawn.

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/26096559/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/26096559/ Tue, 21 Jul 2009 21:10:12 PDT ) I am absolutely ecstatic; I’m on the verge of mega happy tears streaming down my face just thinking about it. I can’t believe how long they’ve been a part of my life, it’s rather weird. I mean, I have been this insanely infatuated with them since I was in the fourth grade, and now here I am – a high school graduate, and they still make me feel the exact same way. My emotions run high in the best way possible when it comes to them. I am still a devoted fan regardless of anything that has happened between them. I always believed their friendship was what mattered most, and that blink was a secondary. So to me, it only comes as a big bonus to have this approaching tour, album and whole continuation coming.

Growing up to them is what made my childhood the best there ever could have possibly been. I remember the first album I bought was Dude Ranch, and I played that CD so much, it just stopped playing after a while. I remember watching Urethra Chronicles over and over, I would even ask my dad if I could stay home from school just so I could watch it more. My entire room is blanketed in posters and magazine cutouts and other memorabilia of them. I can quote The Mark, Tom, and Travis show word for word on every joke they make on that CD. My very first concert was their TOYPAJ tour in 2001. I saw them one more time before they broke up, in 2004. After that, I’ve seen Tom in AVA five times, and Mark in +44 twice. I’ve even seen Travis in Transplants, once on top of that. Every time I met Tom, I cried. I remember the first AVA show, he looked down at me and saw me crying and reached out and held my hand for the longest time. Another time, I was so nervous I had to quickly walk away because I didn’t want to cry in front of him, but then I walked over to the second meet and greet and he recognized me from that and just smiled, and gave me a hug. He is the most politest person I’ve ever met and I would give anything to spend just a moment of my time with him each and everyday for the rest of my life. He can brighten my day better than the sun ever could. When I saw Mark, my stomach turned, I was so nervous when I met him. Out of all three of them, Ironically, I met Travis first.. and he’s not even close to being my favorite. Haha. Earlier today I rewatched their announcement of the reunion, and my heart jumped out of my chest all over again. My body overflowed with excitement and I started to tear up. I just know that all of them together again, with the intensity of my love for them so much stronger than the last time I saw them all together, I think I might explode Thursday night. And all over again Friday. 0.o

People think I'm crazy because I maxed out three credit cards (that I've already gotten mostly paid off, so don’t snap at me, haha.) just to go see them for their first show of the reunion tour. Well, that and the tickets for the four September shows I’ll be attending.

Consider me crazy, I don’t care. I love them to death!

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/25078975/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/25078975/ Mon, 01 Jun 2009 21:13:03 PDT
Then.

In September I am going to see them four more times on a two week adventure down through California, which will end in Los Angeles where I'll go to Disneyland for my 20th birthday as well as visiting Universal Studios and the whole Hollywood scene.

I am so stoked!

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/24576626/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/24576626/ Mon, 04 May 2009 01:16:50 PDT
A man is sleeping on his bed, in the darkness of the night. The sweat covering his face is sparkling in the moonlight shining in from the window. You can tell from the unsettled expression on his face that his dream isn’t being all that nice to him. Hell has risen to Earth. The oceans are overflowing onto cities, drowning millions of innocents. The air we breathe has become our enemy, filling our lungs with diseases. The ground we walk on is falling from under our feet. He’s helplessly moving from side to side and can’t find contentment in any of his moves. The sheets are rolled up into a ball at the bottom of the bed. The pillows are thrown all around his body that lays there uneasily. His eyes finally shoot open and he sits straight up to catch his breath. As his breathing got longer and more gentle, he finally blinks to break his stare, and lays back down to go back to sleep. He’s use to dreaming of disaster, but this one is getting to him. Every night he has the same dream and it never changes. The world is ending, and he is just standing there watching it happen around him.
The next morning he walks into the bathroom and stares at himself in the mirror. He cups his hands and lets them sit under the running faucet for a moment before he scoops the water onto his face. He heads to the door of the hotel and grabs his bag before exiting. As he’s standing in the hall, the man from the front desk walks by and says, “Good Morning, Jonas.” He showed consideration for the stay and began walking away. As he reached the road, he stopped and looked left for a moment, and then right. Finally he chose a path, he went left. He lives his life on the road, meeting strangers who tell their life stories to him. He searches for a life sadder than his so he can finally feel comfortable with his own.
Walking down the street he approaches a man working at a fruit stand. He asks of finding someone who can see the future. The man stares at him for a long minute before replying with “no.” Jonas then steps closer to him and responds, “I know you know where I can find one.” He stares into his eyes for a long moment and continues, “ I know what you are.” The man smirked and said, “And I know what you are..” Jonas, not knowing what that meant, continued to keep his straight face on in order to keep control of the situation. “Don’t pretend to disbelieve what we know exists in this world.” Finally the man points down the road. “Go straight down until you come to a rounded building on the corner beside a willow tree. He’ll be able to help you.”
He reaches the building and sees an old man sitting in a rocking chair. Lying on his lap is a worn out cane. As he slowly walks along the path approaching him, the old man looks up with a smile and says, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Jonas says nothing. As he gets closer, he takes a seat on the railing of the porch and glances into the window, spotting a framed photo of a unique looking boy and a bowl of fruit. Looking at him, the old man continues, “So you’re hear about your dreams.” He pauses, “Well, I can’t give you the help that you need. But I can send you in the right direction.”
“I don’t need anyone other than you. I want you to tell me if what I am seeing is true.”
“All in good time, my friend. If you visit the four individuals I ask you to meet, then I will answer any question you want.”
He began to map out the adventure that will lead Jonas to a man in the woods, a girl in the mountains, a boy on the beach, and a woman in the valley.


Jonas stared down at the paper with directions on it and filled with disappointment. He knew these people couldn’t help him. He didn’t know if he even wanted the help. He was unsure about how he would react to the truth, and he was starting to not want to know. He felt that perhaps he would breathe a sigh of relief when he found out his dream was real, or he would feel more miserable that he wanted it to be true. Maybe he would feel helpless and learn that his life wasn’t as horrible as he thought or feel guilty that he knew what was going to happen but couldn’t stop it.
As he was walking down the dirt road leading to the first person living in the woods, he stopped, crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it. He then turned around and began retracing his steps back to town. After only a short moment, he stopped again. He turned and looked down at the piece of paper. His eyes were squinting from the sunlight beaming down on him. He slowly walked to it and picked it back up and continued forward. As he approached the wooden cabin in front of him, a man in plaid who looked like today’s version of Paul Bunyan, walked out from the door.
“Can I help ya?” He hollered. Jonas muttered under his breath, “ ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/24282383/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/24282383/ Thu, 16 Apr 2009 21:47:44 PDT Age: 28
Occupation: Agent for a secret government agency that deals with supernatural phenomena.
Nationality: American.
Background: In her early teen years, she was popular and loved by all she attended school with. Her single mother raised her up until she was 16 in the outskirts of New York City until she passed away in a gruesome and unexplained manner. She then had to move in with her estranged father who lived 3000 miles away from everything she knew. He was an alcoholic and irresponsible. She became isolated and quiet, but secretly continued to study her mothers case. She was determined to find out what happened. As soon as she turned 18, she left and became a private investigator who took the ‘off the wall’ cases that couldn’t be explained logically. Once she built up a portfolio of proof that supernatural happenings were real, a secret organization developed by the government called her in to help with their studies on the unexplained.
Personality: She’s a hardworking person who can be tough as nails, while maintaining a sincere face. She doesn’t scare easily. She doesn’t get attached easily. She’s haunted by her past, and she won’t let anything go until it’s explained. She doesn’t handle relationships well, both romantically and platonically.

Story Premise: While working on a job one day for a secret organization that deals with the paranormal, Ava comes across a clue that connects to her mothers death that happened over a decade ago. Lashes in the arms and legs that were similar in length, depth, and design to the ones she found on her mother. She begins to research what her mother and the new victim have in common. As she gets closer and closer to finding out what attacked her mother that night, strange happenings begin haunting her home. Attacks begin taking place to the people involved in helping her uncover it, and her very own workplace is trying to cover everything up.

Central Question: Will Ava bring peace to her mothers death by finding the thing behind it? Or will she too, lose her life to it?

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/23837982/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/23837982/ Sun, 22 Mar 2009 18:40:22 PDT 1. Discovery of the body.
At a luxurious hotel in downtown Manhattan, a young and aspiring actress is walking outside for a quick smoke before heading to a conference for her new film. She is walking along side the pool when she saw something dark sitting at the bottom. As she gets closer to the edge to get a better look, she realizes it’s a garbage bag. Unaware of the contents inside, she takes her time finishing her cigarette and as she enters back into the lobby, she tells the person at the desk about what she saw. The man goes out and puts on his gear that is normally used for cleaning. He jumps in and swims to the bottom. In downtown, it isn’t unusual for garbage bags to be lining the streets or thrown over fences. He figures someone must have dumped it there. As he grabs the side and starts to pull towards him, the top gently opens and hair begins to rise out.

2. Police crime scene investigation.
The hotel rises 24 floors and at each floor, the windows are crowded with watching eyes as the body gets pulled out of the pool. The amateur police who get sick at the sight of a body are avoiding that opportunity by blocking off the streets and pushing away the press. The team assigned to this case finally show up and begin taking notes and finding clues. With each cut at the garbage bag, the body becomes exposed more and more. The woman who discovered the bag, begins to cry hysterically as soon as the body is in full view and reveals that it is in fact her fiancé who never showed that night, which she thought was due to the argument they had hours before. The leading officer, Rhoades, begins to look around with a sneaking suspicion that there is something, or someone, still on sight that could break the case wide open.
3. Interviewing witnesses.
With lack of known witnesses, the police decide to interview every person staying at the hotel. They start with the people closest to him that were the reason he was there in the first place. The actress, Kristin, who he was going to marry. They moved on to her entourage, agent, and friends. Her friends were mostly upper class women who you have seen in a movie at least once, whether they were the leading heroine or in the back shot of a scene they weren’t suppose to even be in. Her agent was a handsome young man with brown hair, and very tall. He was the sort of person you could have imagined was once a star of a soap opera. Once they were done with them, they began knocking on the doors of other guests and began asking if they witnessed anything suspicious in the last 8 hours.

4. A lying witness.
Every one of Kristin’s friends had an air tight alibi. The intimate gathering that was in celebration of her successful film made it simple to find who was with who and what everyone was doing. Friends were drinking alongside other friends and telling stories, Kristin was in the bedroom arguing on the phone for the better part of the night, and the agent was busy filling out paper work and planning appearances on late night talk shows in the back room. As they moved on to the other guests, they came across a story of a little girl who snuck out when her mother was in the shower because she remembered forgetting her doll out at poolside. When the little girl got back to her room, the mother was angry and began punishing her as the little girl desperately tried to tell her of the scary man out by the pool. When the mother brings this to the attention of the police, they quickly confront the little girl and ask for her story. At first, she is quiet and refuses to talk, but as Rhoades approaches her with the doll she went on a search for out by the pool, she begins to open up. She talks of a tall man with brown hair who was dressed nicely. Although there was nothing too specific, it narrowed the search. Someone who was attending Kristin’s party had to be the murderer. Therefore, someone’s alibi was a lie.
5. A surprising clue.
Knowing that the murderer was at the party, the police began to work as hard as they can to get warrants for the homes of the people who attended. Finally they get them and when they search the Agents home, they find a shrine of his employee, Kristin. With this awareness of his obsession with her, that puts him as their number one suspect.

6. Confrontation with suspect.
A warrant for his arrest is released just as he disappears from the radar. As they desperately search for him, and begin to believe every second passing makes their chance of finding him slimmer, he is sitting with Kristin comforting her broken heart. His plan is to kill her and then himself so they can live together for eternity. But as the cruiser pulls up to check on her, things go wrong for him. He pulls out the knife too soon which leaves her with an advantage to get away. Confused and h... ]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/23322724/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/23322724/ Sat, 21 Feb 2009 11:07:50 PST • A group of six astronauts are chosen to travel through outer space to find a planet we can adapt to because the Earth is slowly dying. Will they find one and save humanity from extinction, or will we all die with the planet?

Obstacles:
- A comet side swipes the ship turning it off course.
- The comet also leads to unexpected errors with the ship, i.e. the lights shutting off abruptly at random times, the oxygen machine pumps out to much which wastes it, or it doesn’t pump enough out.
- The crew become irritated with one another, causing violence.
- There is a crew member who goes missing.
- There’s an unidentified flying object following them – which is interrupting there communication with the Earth base.
- They lose communication with the Earth base.
- When they send there little robotics out to the planets around them and are waiting for their return, a bunch of them go missing.

Creative Ending:

As the planet in front of them came into full view, like the sun rising above the ocean in the early morning, they realized they had found success in their journey. The droid had landed nicely on the surface and sent back reports announcing the existence of oxygen and soils. With this success, came celebration. Everyone was so ecstatic about saving humanity. They felt like heroes. They called over the radio to Houston and announced their discovery but they got nothing in return. There was no curiosity to this, they knew what was blocking their communication. The most recent planet they passed was surrounded by black holes and the radio waves were being sucked into it. So as they put into their course schedule “return home”, they also wrote down the coordinates to their savior, this planet, and sent them with a vacant droid ahead of them in case they weren’t going to make it back. With the lack of food and oxygen, their safest bet was to go into the hibernation chambers for the return flight and hope nothing would cause interference.
As each crew member climbed into their capsules, one by one, with photos of families and friends in their grasp, the captain stood at the main decks control panel. He took a long hard stare out into the universe that laid out in front of him. He had a moment of grief in his eyes and then a small smile crept upon his face. He knew they weren’t going to return alive. He did, however, know, deep in his gut, that this planet would be the new home to billions of people. This fact would make his death feel momentous. With that in mind, he walked to his capsule, closed the door without him entering and slowly returned to where he intended to die - the chair in which he gave all his orders.

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/23155694/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/23155694/ Thu, 12 Feb 2009 12:46:59 PST
I don't see this as being completed because there was more I wanted to do - but there was a word limit. Eventually I'll continue it so it'll be exactly how I wanted it.



It all started with a man and a woman. They have been friends since they were in diapers and although they were meant to walk different paths later in life; a scientist thought otherwise. 28 years into their lives you could imagine what they would have become – a cook at a upper class restaurant, a CEO executive for a card making industry, a doctor who finds the cure to cancer, maybe even a telemarketer. But no, the scientist who had a short attention span, but a brilliant mind had to go and invent the time machine. One hot summer day on the west coast, where there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the sun felt like it moved closer to Earth, a young man was walking down the street of downtown Los Angeles. He had a thick brown jacket on that brought a curiosity to everyone around him who was wearing shorts and tank tops. There were newspapers soaring through the air and covering the ground that announced the assassination of John F. Kennedy last week. The buildings were towering over him and shading him for brief moments. Hundreds of people were surrounding him and moving swiftly through the streets. Every one of them were sharing each others space but living in completely different worlds. He ignored everything around him, the surroundings, the people, the sounds of meaningless conversations and arguments. He couldn’t get involved with anything even if he wanted to, because he wouldn’t know who he could affect. There was a bulge under his jacket, like he was hiding something from the sight of others around him. He hurriedly walked, which could have been misinterpreted as jogging, to the corner of 3rd street and then he stopped at the bottom of a large staircase. He stood there in a daze and then a buzzing in his pocket broke him out of it. “Kena, where are you?” He asked anxiously. “We only have 3 minutes to reach our rendezvous point to get back home.” Kena announced “I’m already here, you need to move it because they’re on your trail.” He then heard a click on the other end of the phone. At that moment he turned towards the street and took a step out when a 1950 Ford Sedan turned and nearly knocked him out of his shoes. Luckily he placed his hands onto the hood and took a step back. He was in a stand like a charging bull. “Get outta the road, will ya!” A man yelled from behind the wheel and then took off. He looked down the road and spotted a black car with two men in it looking straight at him. He started running down the street, pushing people out of the way and even grabbed a top hat off of a random stranger to use as camouflage. He ran six blocks and reached a vibrant yellow building. He went inside and found Kena in person. “Do you got it?” She asked. He flashed a small pistol to her from underneath his coat. It had a white handle with a chrome revolver. On the side of the barrel was the engraved words ‘Charles Harrelson’. “We’ll get a fortune off this!” she smiled and then began pressing buttons on a small remote, but nothing was happening. “Did you talk to someone?!” She yelled at Frank, “You know that’s against the rules, it’ll change everything.” Before he could answer, they heard cars pull up outside. The men were wearing black suits and ear pieces and they had a serious manner to their stride. They pulled out their weapons and entered the abandoned building. They began checking all the rooms and announced aloud that they must hand over the weapon or they would be killed. What they didn’t mention was that they were going to kill them regardless. If it ever got out that there was more than one shooter, the government could never be trusted again. Back in the room there were cobwebs in the corners and boarded up windows that had sunlight rays breaking through the cracks. You could see the anxiousness in their eyes. There was sweat dripping down there foreheads and they weren’t to sure if they were going to get out of this job alive.


The gists in case you got confused as to whats happening - It's about time travelers who steal artifacts from the past and sell them in the future. The butterfly effect only happens if they get in contact with someone from their family line and they don't know who could be a part of their family so they tend to try and keep to themselves. They're attempting to steal the gun of Charles Harrelson who shot JFK from the Grassy Knoll, they want to take it back and sell it to a businessman who hired them to go back and get it.

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The routine I chose: People taking photos.

My routine paragraph:

After eagerly waiting outside of the venue for endless amounts of hours, it felt good to reach the dry interior. As people crowded the stage, shoulder to shoulder, and others were still passing the metal detectors as they entered, people of all ages pulled out their cameras and began taking photos of their surroundings, their friends, and the people on stage who they figured at one point in time came in contact with the members of the band.

Interruption 1 -

As the security guards lined up in front of the stage because the band was about to play, a fan in the crowd took one final photo of his girlfriend and him. As he previewed the photo he noticed a suspicious looking man wearing glasses, a trench coat, and a hat pulled down so far you could barely see his face. He called out to a security guard and showed him the photo. He then searched the crowd with his eyes and found the man, he then let his eyes wander all over the man, and as he did so, he caught a glimpse of something shiny in his left hand. Before allowing the other security guards to be aware of the situation, he rushed the barricade, hopped it, pushed through the crowd and grabbed the man. Without even finding what was in his grasp, he put a weapon to his spine and told him to allow him to escort him outside. Once they arrived to the exit, the security guard reached towards the mysterious mans hand and found he had a microphone clutched in his palm. The security guards first instinct was, ‘this man is trying to steal Bono’s weapon of choice.’ As the security guard re-entered alone, and let the other guards be aware that the man wasn’t to re-enter, the mysterious man pulled off his hat and revealed his face to be that of Bono’s. He became clueless as to what just happened as rain poured onto him, soaking his clothes. He walked to the entrance to try and get back in when he realized he had lost his backstage pass some time before he reached the streets and after the security guard acted with rough force. When he reached the doors and explained who he was, and how being in the crowd was part of the show; he was going to walk out of the crowd onto stage as a glorious entrance. No one believed him. They just brushed him off, believing that he couldn’t have been the leading member of the band. They figured he’s just an overly adoring fan that took a step further in trying to portray Bono.

Interruption 2 -

As the lights finally go low, the crowds screams get higher. The four members of the band approach their instruments and look out into the crowd. Hundreds of flashes go off simultaneously every second, leaving glimpses of spots in the entertainers’ eyes. They try to ignore them as they begin to play. But it starts getting worse and worse with every flash from a camera. As they continue to play their opening act, the guitarist is so blinded he becomes unaware of how close to the edge of the stage he is. As he steps forward to become closer to the crowd for the upcoming solo, he realizes to late that there is nothing for him to put his foot upon and he falls through the air down to the ground. Everyone immediately stops what they’re doing and try to go to his aid. He lays their helpless and still. Nobody knows if he’s alright, and nobody knows if the show will go on.

Interruption 3 -

A lady who hasn’t taken the camera down from her eye since the moment she entered, begins to freak out the second the low battery begins flashing in the corner of the screen. She frantically reaches into her bag for extra batteries, and at that moment, fans begin to rush the stage. She is then pushed to the ground. Everyone begins trampling on her and ignoring her pleas for help back up. She lays there, helpless for the entire song. Once the song is over and everyone settles down, they realize her laying there unconscious. A young man has enough strength to pick her up and carry her out of the crowd. He calls for help and a security guard runs over. She’s clutching her camera tightly and when the man takes the camera from her grasp, she awakes almost immediately and screams. The screen on the camera turns to black, and the lady falls back to sleep. They call for an ambulance and take her to the hospital. Left on the floor in the back of the venue is the camera. A girl who just bought a shirt and begins to run back to her seat trips on it. When she realizes what had happened, she grabs it and starts looking around for a rightful owner. When there isn’t one in sight she takes it back to where she was sitting up in the stadium. She pulls out some batteries and places them into the camera. The date screen appears and she skips the process of... ]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/23010917/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/23010917/ Wed, 04 Feb 2009 20:34:13 PST
My first assignment was to write a premise starting with a certain environment - which was a Red Cross shelter after Hurricane Katrina-

We had to make a list of everything we could see, smell, hear, activities, etc. at a Red Cross Shelter

Then we had to write a premise on the one that inspired us most. "Constant ringing phones" was the one I thought up and chose and this is what I wrote:


Throughout the Red Cross shelter phones were ringing off the hook. Everyone was finding comfort in hearing from their loved ones after a disaster that could have robbed them of their lives. But there was one phone… one phone abandoned in the corner of the room, left unanswered. No one knew how it got there and where the owner was. The sheriff who was bringing in the hurt and now homeless, finally decided to take a breather. He helped along his final person to be seated and then began to walk to the section of the room that his very own family was staying. The moment he sat, the phone began to ring for a third time. It brought a silence to the room that left an echo of the ringing in the distance, and a curiosity to the sheriff. He slowly approached the phone and when he went to reach for it, it stopped ringing. Static began to rise from the intercom above them. Distant thunder roared and the lights in the building flashed off for a split second. There was a cold breeze and a moment where people felt something grab at their ankles.. Now that everyone began to feel safe because they had escaped the disaster happening outside, they never would have expected the danger awaiting them inside.

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]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/14614658/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/14614658/ Thu, 13 Sep 2007 09:07:15 PDT and think im not that great at it.

other days i like it a lot,
and think i actually have a bit of talent in the field.



what do you people think?

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[link]


and I just got a letter today, telling me that it is in the semi finalists & its going to be published in a book called Endless Journeys which will be released Winter 2008.
Im super excited about this! (:

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/13626575/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/13626575/ Thu, 05 Jul 2007 21:08:52 PDT If you dont know how, you just click on the picture.


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]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/13213129/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/13213129/ Mon, 04 Jun 2007 09:35:03 PDT She wants me to find all the equipment she'll need.
How everything would need to be set up.
The distance of the light source for when its all set up.
and everything else thats related to portrait settings like that.

and I dont really know.. im not a portrait photographer..

so any help would be much appreciated.




CLUBS:



]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/13212776/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/13212776/ Mon, 04 Jun 2007 09:01:47 PDT and make a photograph journal of all that I see.

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/13131603/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/13131603/ Mon, 28 May 2007 21:58:06 PDT only three. psh.
it makes me feel like im useless on this site. haha.

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]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/13081444/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/13081444/ Thu, 24 May 2007 20:39:03 PDT i am happy to have it back! =]]

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/12915087/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/12915087/ Thu, 10 May 2007 19:14:06 PDT
]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/12770677/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/12770677/ Sat, 28 Apr 2007 19:43:37 PDT that makes me happy.

I got a classic polaroid camera the other day.
that makes me happy too. :]









anyone want to take me to London?

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/12714533/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/12714533/ Tue, 24 Apr 2007 07:32:13 PDT so hopefully they can fix it.



another thing,
i think tonight, if there is lack of anything to do,
im going to re upload all my photos with borders and signatures by me.
because i found someone that stole a picture of mine and claimed it as their own.
while i am slightly flattered they liked it that much to do so, i dont appreciate people taking them still.

]]> ~burteen http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/12672023/ http://burteen.deviantart.com/journal/12672023/ Fri, 20 Apr 2007 19:28:17 PDT its quite devastating to me.
my camera was like a third arm.
heh.





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