That's right, I wrote a book.... I know it's hard to believe.

Been writing a lot but not posting for a while. I've been doing a lot of "real" writing aka pen and paper and I'm just way too lazy to transfer all that back to my blog. Sorry. I know that rivers of tears must be streaming down your face at this moment as you try to overcome your overwhelming disappointment. Excuse me while I go sleep. 

Well now I'm in the writing mood. Looks like I will keep going. I'm sure I'll find some fascinating ways to entertain you if I try. Let me see...

Summer goes by too fast. And it seems to go even faster when you have to go to camp that you are dreading and take the SAT and get your wisdom teeth out. On the bright side my mom is buying me movies, although I won't have them at camp or the SAT.... so I guess you could say that the movie thing softens the blow of the wisdom teeth but not much else. 
Well. Now I don't seem to have anything to say. I bet that seems fast to you. Because you see, you at home reading this, cannot see that I have been sitting staring at my screen for a few minutes. Maybe I'll go back an add that in. 


Summer goes by too fast. And it seems to go even faster when you have to go to camp that you are dreading and take the SAT and get your wisdom teeth out. On the bright side my mom is buying me movies, although I won't have them at camp or the SAT.... so I guess you could say that the movie thing softens the blow of the wisdom teeth but not much else. 

* sits staring at screen for some time. 

Well. Now I don't seem to have anything to say. (There, that's better.) Have you seen The Jungle Book? Bear Necessities. You're welcome. Enjoy having that song stuck in your head for the rest of eternity. K bye.  

Whenever I say "K bye" I inevitably think of this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ceRtrYqfwg

Okay I'm really done now. 

7.16.2013

“What’ll it be?” The bartender leaned over the counter to take her order. She considered for a moment, looking reluctant. Finally she replied, flushing pink.

 “Have any milk?”

The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Milk?” He laughed.

She sighed and smiled. “I know it sounds odd, but it’s really the only thing I want right now.”

Grinning, he replied, “Well, I’ll check; I guess you never know, I might have a carton or two in the fridge.” As he rummaged through the contents of the refrigerator, she stared out towards the terminal. Through giant windows, planes sailed up and down the runways scattering off to every corner of the world. Her eyes were alight with wondering as she studied a particular group of people. Where were they headed? The bartender cut into her daydreams as he returned with a small carton of milk in his hand. “Chocolate alright?” He asked.

“Even better.” She said. He pulled a champagne glass from the behind the counter and filled it halfway. She laughed as he swirled the chocolate milk around in the glass before surrendering it to her.

“So, Miss Chocolate Milk, where you headed?”

“Do you always name your customers after their drinks?”

“Eh, it’s a habit I guess. You didn’t answer the question.” He grinned.

“Home.” She replied softly, sipping the creamy liquid.

“And where’s that?” He persisted. She took a long swallow of chocolate milk and gazed thoughtfully out towards the large windows again.

“It’s across the river, about thirty-five minutes from here; the perfect little house in the perfect little neighborhood in the perfect little city. I’m so close to home.” She took another drink.

“And yet here you are.” He said. She smiled wistfully and looked back at him.

“Yes,” A soft sigh escaped her lips. “Here I am.”

Bittersweet summertime...

Sigh
Sweet summertime 
Bitter tinged like a tan gone wrong
Sunburns and sour snow-cones
Just gotta live with it sometimes
Look around 
Life seems like a fairground 
Some people ride the coasters 
And some rake up the piggy-pens 
That's just the way it goes 
I 'spose 
We've all got those piggy-pen days
And I guess all there is to do is hold your nose and paste a smile on your face :)

Meh.

I wake up, and feel the shock of realization hit me like a brick wall. It was a dream. At first I feel hope leap up inside me, as I wonder: was it all a dream? 
But then the dark world settles into focus and I glance around. I'm still here. The campfire is down to nothing but embers and the waves are slippetty-sliding up on the sand with noises like whispers. The solitude is like a black blanket, oppressive and heavy. 
I think back on the dream and wonder why I was running away from the lights and the shouts of people searching for me. After all, such a situation is all I've been hoping for for eight days. But it's not here yet. In the dream, I jumped, but in reality, I'm still just the ghost of a plane passenger. To the world, the real search party, I'm already dead. 

Jump

I don't know what I'm doing, or where I'm going. I'm running, but I'm running blind, and the whole world feels like it's constantly growing bigger---a thousand times bigger every second. I've never been so scared in my whole life. They're chasing me, but that doesn't scare me so much as what's ahead. It's a drop. Straight and definite. No matter what I do, I can't avoid it, because they're behind me, and there's no alternate road, at least, not one I'm willing to take. I'm trapped. 

Breathing hard, I look around. The path curves and winds and there's no way out. I skid to a halt as the earth falls away in front of me, cascading downward, always downward, into a blackness I cannot even define. The edge is abrupt. It's a cliff, straight down into the unknown, and it extends for miles in each direction. I see lights flashing through the sinewy figures of looming trees, searching and probing. Shouts from the search party echo softly, growing louder as the lights guide them towards me. The shadows are wraith-like ghosts. I feel panic tearing at my heart, and the fear is so real that my body goes rigid. In a moment I won't even be able to scream. They're coming. 

They're coming and there's only one way to escape. 
I jump. 

Bluuuuurb de blurb blurb

To my horror, I felt heat and color rise into my face. As a rule, I didn't blush. Ever. Yet there I was, grinning like an idiot and trying not to show it, with a pink face and burning ears, just because he smiled at me. I pulled my book bag up off of the floor and turned away, with my eyes riveted to the floor, anxious to escape my own nerves and clumsiness. I'd never felt something so awful and wonderful all at once. As I fled, I found myself glancing over my shoulder, but he seemed to have already forgotten me. 

I felt a twinge of sadness at first, but then shrugged it off. After all, an insect easily caught, is soon discarded with boredom in the spider's web. I did enjoy a challenge, though I didn't yet know it. 

A Pretty Big Day

Well today was the day. For the past 360something days I've been waiting. And today it happened. 

At this point you're probably thinking that this is something pretty big. I'm not gonna lie, this was huge for me. I mean, this was really, really, really huge. It's like,  a new chapter in my life has begun. I was all alone in the house, just waiting for my family to get home from Costco, and all of a sudden... boom. It happened. I couldn't believe it. It was just like any other day up to that point, when suddenly there I was, with this huge colossal achievement blooming like a thousand daisies in a green field all around me. 
I almost shed tears of joy. 
I instantly confided my success to my dear friend Cassie, who looked at me with patronizing boredom. She also looked a little annoyed;Cassie, being like most of my furry friends, thinks I'm not quite right in the head (well she's the one who barks at the pencil sharpener!) and she didn't appreciate my success as much as I would have liked. No matter. It was a tremendous moment of joyful triumph. I felt like Frodo waking up in Minias Tirith after destroying the Ring. My life was made brighter. 



After nearly a year of failures, I hit the high note in Phantom of the Opera. 

Yep. I told you this was huge. Year-long dream realized. Mission. Accomplished. 




On another note (lol pun intended) I went to a beautiful wedding this evening. If there's one thing that makes me happy and sad and anxious and hopeful and resentful and delighted and tired and excited and blessed and thankful all at once, it's a wedding. 
The setting was perfect and there was lots of laughing. Plus, there were sparklers. And who doesn't love sparklers? 

Well that's all for now. Goodnight. 
Sleep tight. 

I hope someday you'll see the light.