Pity Party of Another Teenage Nothing (fictional)

My university update is coming soon just needed to step back from it for awhile here’s a fictional pondering meanwhile p.s by uni I mean school not the horned horse, unfortunately …


I cried, the wind stinging my face, the pain engulfing… How could she do this? How many times had I been left behind and broken. Here it was again, that moment where I realized how taken for granted I am… There was a minute there, where I was so sure he liked me too, yep I got caught up in that perfect daydream again… And then there’s my teachers, “if only she came to school more.” How bout’ if only you did something about the bullying? HUH?!… 3 more months I just have to make it 3 more months… My dog died last week but I still dream about her, tongue lolling, tail wagging… How stupid could I be! Of course he never liked me. God we barely even spoke, stupid, stupid, STUPID!!! I dramatically put my head in my hands… The boat gently rolls with the waves, the wind growing stronger… What a best friend, one who just leaves me behind, over and over again, COW!…Why do I have to go through all of this? I mean REALLY! What’s the point? As I throw my self over the edge of the canoe, forgetting I was in a canoe, it flips, the fates giving me a reality check… Okay I get the point, cold and shivering I head for shore leaving the canoe behind… Pity party over…

Where I’m at….

Its been exactly three months since my last blog post, so I figured that maybe after all this time of self reflection (jk) that it might be time to start writing again…

Where I’m at….

I’ve been working as a tour guide since the end of may… Its the kind of job that you look forward to going to.. the people I work with are incredible and matter so much I can’t even say, and I get to learn the life stories of most people who come for a tour, and me being a more “nosy” person loves it!

I finally have all my university courses picked and am absoultly terrified to go (will be writing a post about this later for someone else’s blog so I’ll just re post it…) I’m most looking forward to my philosophy class as well as my Anthropology class.

My parents are on a cruise right now and won’t be able to take me to school at the end of the month so I am going with some very dear friends… I also snuck a kitten home as revenge MAWHAHHA mom now knows dad doesn’t… unless he happens to read this, that would be very awkward…

I will hopefully get my full drivers liscence in a week, althoughI’m not bring a car to school with me but, I’m thinking it will be great to have. I also went on a doctor who binge and am going through withdrawl until the new season comes out! My friends can’t wait either so I’ll shut up about it. 

Also last month my town got evacuated because of the fires in B.C particulally one that was only 10km away from us… we were only gone for a couple days but it really put that whole “if you could only take tens things…” question in perspective…  the fire thank god changed direction the smoke was still pretty bad but it did clear up for a while. This week the fires in the province have flared up again so its pretty nasty outside and sometimes at my worksite a little hard to breath…

During the time I took my gigantic blogging break I painted a lot more and will hopefully be posting some pictures of that soon

I wanna thank everyone who’s continued to follow me for their support and for all the kind comments… I know I’ve lost a few along the way, and I don’t blame you. But, again thanks to everyone who stayed even if I just got lost among all the other blogs you follow or if you just forgot that I was even there… without you guys I probably would have never come back to this….

Hello again,

Hey every one! I know I’ve been gone for a while now, but the last few weeks have been insane what with school, work, and my car breaking down…. My mom also went into the hospital this morning with what they think is pneumonia (so anyone who feels comfortable praying it would be very welcome) I’m hoping to start writing again a little more in the coming days. I also want to give a warm welcome to my newest followers

twistingsuburbia  at http://twistingsuburbia.wordpress.com to read  “Stories from a skewed soccer mom” her posts are so guaranteed to make you smile 🙂

Belief  at http://believingandbeyond.wordpress.com is actually a good friend of mine who I can’t wait to see this summer!!! She is girl who is very wise and a very good writer, definitely check out this site.

Jenni  at http://jenniferann1970.wordpress.com who is also very amazing, she agreatwriter who is very good at making her opinions clear and definitly gives you food for thought… Love reading her posts

professorchallenger23 at http://lotsofmarblesinajar.wordpress.com Is actually a blog that is written by several people, they are modern day philosophers and poets (not in the sense that they necessarily write poetry but there words and ideals are poetry)

Thank you everyone for the continued support, it really means a lot… here’s to the future and more posts…


“HIM” Weekly Writing Challenge

I wanted to have this up a bit earlier but my internet was on the frits for most of the day but here it is! 😀

He was born in Africa, and his parents were famous explorers. That was all he knew of his childhood, he remembered nothing, he knew nothing, except that his parents where dead. On occasion though if the wind was blowing just right he would catch a hint of a familiar smell, an exotic smell. So it made sense that he would chase it. He followed this smell, this wind every where within his power to go, and it always lead him to the same place, to the sea. He was afraid of the sea.

He was 20 when he went on his first tour. it was a tour of all the estates in England… there are a lot of estates in England. It was rumored by many he’d even been to the palace several times and was a very good friend of the Queen’s, he laughed at this, him friends with a Queen? He wrote a book it became very popular so he toured some more, to ancient battle sites and historical spots. He wrote books on these as well. He was an adventurer people said, like his parents, all without stepping out of the country. He was content and then the teasing wind would pick up again. “You’ve got to get a hold of yourself,” his publisher told him, “stop chasing air.” That was when his publisher suggested churches.

He remember that church very well, the one were all the stained glass windows were modeled after flowers with faces like something out of a book he once read. He thought he was alone in the church when he heard a yelp and turned in time to see a red haired girl falling of of the organ. She hit the ground with a sicking crunch, he ran to her aide. She didn’t even cry she just held her arm close to her an looked up at him with big curious eyes. “Are you my catipillar?” she asked reaching up and touching the hem of his powder blue coat. His heart melted.

He had never been in love before, his publisher’s daughter always sat beside him at dinner laughing and flirting. But that was just buisness, something that would lead to a sensible marriage, Lou Ann was different. The day before Lou Ann’s birthday he found a baby hare alone in he middle of a field he saved it knowing Lou Ann would take care of it, it spoke to him in a dream that night, “One wish,” it said. Three weeks of utter happness later Lou Ann came to his room holding that little hare, a baby she said. He told his publisher, “she’s mad, she’s makeing it up,” he hold him, “I have a source that says this has happened before, and that she suffers from moon madness. Besides its a bad career move.” He was to nieve, he believed this, maybe he didn’t love her enough to begin with… A bad career move.

He left, He told her he’d be back but they both knew he wouldn’t, he couldn’t even give her one last kiss. As the door shut behind him his heart shattered and the wind picked up. A few months later He recived a letter saying the baby had been lost, this confirmed to him that it had been right to leave, that it had all been a con. He married Lily, his publisher’s daughter, with in the month and he loved her “just in a different way he told himself.” They had twelve children, of these children there was one set of triplets and one set of twins.

He was among the first men to sign up for war though he was older they let him in to teach the younger men, he never was shipped out of England. The war took his leg, in the hospital he fancied he saw Lou Ann dressed up as a nurse. He wished one more time to see her, one wish said the baby hair. Lou Ann, her name as he read the paper, she was doing an art tour, she would be in Belgium. He packed up his family, an adventure he told them, Lily had found the newspaper clipping in his jacket, but still she went as the dutiful but unloved wife she was. This was the first time since his arrival he had ever left England.

He was taken in by Lou Ann’s paintings. “Still searching for wonderland,” he remarked when he saw a painting that held both a blue caterpillar and a white rabbit. He saw Lou Ann from across the room, he saw from the look in her eyes and knew that his publisher, his father in-law had lied. If his heart could of broken again it would have, but you see it had never mended, it always had remained broken since the day he shut the door. He and his family left the next day.

20 years later just before the second world war, when his grandchildren were old enough to have children of their own and his wife was long dead, she died from lack of love as some people do but he was to naive to see even then, the wind called him for the last time. He picked up his crutches and walked into the sea. As he floated into oblivion he could have sworn he heard Lou Ann singing, as always about wonderland, but he, he would dream of Africa.


Newest Followers

Hi there… I just wanted to introduce my newest followers, they’ve being following me for about a 2 weeks now, I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner but I hadn’t been notified, just found out 😀

Anniemation Floe at http://anniemationfloe.wordpress.com/  her posts are very honest, and you can tell how passionate she is about being a mom and a wife. Her posts will make you laugh, cry, and ponder…


bublick123 at http://passion4prose.wordpress.com/ Is one of the very first people I followed when I started this blog it’s awesome to me that he is now in turn following me. His stories are so well written you’ll come away from reading them feeling more clever then before.


Counting The Scars/ Weekly Writing Challenge

Lou Ann was from another century entirely, It was not only the sound of her name that suggested it, but the fact that she wore Victorian style dresses even now in the late 1960’s.  She did though, have a surprisingly well kept pair of men’s riding breeches which she would only wear on Wednesdays, no one knew why. Lou Ann claimed to have never cut her hair since she was 30, although she never wore it loose but instead kept it in an elegant crown braid. If you were one of the lucky children on Lou Ann’s street she would invite you for cookies and milk and let you watch her brush her hair. She had to stand on a stool, her hair just skimming the floor.

Lou Ann had only one other living thing in her house and that was an English Hare named Him, after the one who gave it to her. She told anyone who would listen that the hare was 72 years old, Lou Ann being 90. Everyone in the neighborhood  knew this was impossible, except the children of course, who were always wiser when it came to this sort of thing. Lou Ann let him hop around the house at all times. He was clever enough, his cleverness coming with his immense age of course, to hop into his cage to eat and do his business on his own, He slept on the bed with Lou Ann, stretched out on a pillow.

Lou Ann had always been curious, as a child she liked to pretend she was Alice and went in search Wonderland quite often. This almost always came with disastrous results. The first time she looked for Wonderland she fell out of a tree and broke her leg, resulting in a permanent limp. She told her father she had seen the white rabbit hiding in an old woodpecker nest at the top of the tree, this resulted in a sound lashing with a willow switch (before they were sure that the leg was broken, this is important) that gave Lou Ann a permanent scar on her right hip. Her father left the family for India not long after this, teaching Lou Ann that the only permanent things in this world are your scars, invisible or otherwise.

The 50th time Lou Ann sought after Wonderland was the eve of her 18th birthday, and that was when she met Him. This time she fell from the top of the organ in church and broke her left arm for the third time. He had been on a tour to visit every church in England. He was kind enough to give her two gifts, The English Hare, Given on her birthday, and a Baby given not 3 weeks later. The Hare lived The Baby Didn’t… He had left at the first suspicion of the baby saying he needed to finish his tour and would be back, this, of course, was a lie, Lou Ann knew that much. This period in her life left her with at least five new scars.

Lou Ann’s continued Quest for Wonderland led her to nurse through one world war, this resulted to a brilliant scar from shrapnel on her right shoulder, and to give up her ticket on the Titanic, her sister had gone instead. In the 20’s Lou Ann decided to Paint, she was good, so good in fact that she did and entire European tour focused on her paintings. She saw Him one more time at one of her exhibit’s in Belgium, He had a wife and 12 children, 13 more scars. Lou Ann retired on the eve of the second world war, she headed up her neighborhood watch and deciphered codes, retirement suited her.

In the early 50’s Lou Ann searched for Wonderland again and found that her father had died on his arrival to India, eaten by a tiger the records said. Lou Ann bought a house not long after finding out her father’s fate. This is where she now lives, the children, as always, are her favorite. She guides them on their own quests for Wonderland and gives them lots of cookies and stories. The Parents Tolerate her. Lou Ann is now sitting on her porch in a Victorian Ball gown, petting her hare, and counting her scars. In two months time she will go on her last search for Wonderland, and find it…


A Post Death Scene

Here’s A blurb from Mildred’s Story (Linked below)

“I think death is easy,” said Milo wisely  “That is if your the one whose dead.”

Mildred was to tired to think this through, so instead stared at the ground an watched a wasp pick off a spiders legs one by one…

“I suppose we should bury him?” Milo more asked then remarked.

“No,” said Mildred “We should honor his death in his people’s way, we should burn him”

In truth Gawain’s jumping in front of Milo had not been an act of bravery. No, even in death he had remained a coward, the truth of the matter was he should have zigged when he zagged. But this was a secret Mildred would keep to herself.

Milo insisted on doing the more “manly” part  and built a stone pyre, while Mildred collected flowers and tree boughs to lay on top… When it was complete they both worked together to lift Gawain onto his final resting place. It was sunset when they finally lowered the torch. As the flames reached Gawain’s body, the flowers Mildred had so carefully lain out burning came to rest at their feet. Milo tugged Mildred back a few steps, “Should we say something?” he asked

“There’s nothing left to say” said Mildred she turned and headed towards the horses, hiding her tears…