Barkerville U.

Sorry for the absence, I have been in Barkerville/Quesnel for the last few days. I hope everyone had an awesome weekend. Do anything exciting? So I finished up all my university stuff and am finishing up packing, who knew blue duct tape would make things so much better. I don't think my mom is too happy about the whole moving out thing, but I think it's going to be alot of fun. I already know one of the teachers that I will have so I am quite excited about that! Anyways I guess I should leave you with a little creative writing stuff :D

    The song blasted through the large black speakers inside the car. Bouncing her head along to the beat Anna pulled into the parking lot. The looming grey buildings were a rather ominous sign of her future. Here at her new school, things were about to change. You could say that things always change when you go to a new school, new town, new life. But it isn't always true, especially not for Anna. She has spent her whole life in the same town, same friends, same house. She alwasy knew all the kids in her school and knew the names of the kids in the younger school as well. Being in such a new and large place seemed like quite a frightening experience. And from all the horror stories that Anna had read in Seventeen magazine and Cosmo, she was sure to have a few rather intimadating experiences. With a wish and her fingers crossed she slammed her car door and took one tentative step forwards. Right into a new life.

We are all HUMAN

Hey all, I'm just going to rant in this post, enjoi :)

   So I just sent an email off to someone who truly inspires me. His name is Gregory and you can find him on youtube at Gregorygorgeous. He is proudly gay and amazingly gorgeous, as his youtube title hints at :) He is well worth the watch and well worth the subscription to his channel. I may lose readers because of the fact that I think everyone is equal. If a man loves a man, or a woman loves a woman, I think it is rightfully their choice to do so. We are so far in the future when it comes to technology but so revited in the past when if comes to sexual prefernce. Why does it matter so much, people are people who ever they love. It does not make them some alien species who will destroy our planet. They belong here just as we all do...we are all human...we are all humane. It doesn't matter whether you are gay, lesbian, bi-sexual or Transgender. WE ARE ALL HUMAN!

School in Red.

School!School!School! I'm getting rather excited for the start of the year and seeing that I've finally figured everything out with the University I will be attending as planned :) Thank goodness for that! Also some more rather exciting new's, I have changed my planned hair style for something that will suit me a little better than my original idea. Only last night did I realize I had not posted a picture with the last blog as promised...so this time I will actually remember to.

Red as a rose blossom,
Dark as the ocean floor.
Fast as the tidal current,
Slow as the under tow.
Painful as the shark bite,
Soothing as the to-and-fro.
Knife like a silver bullet,
Breath like a frozen low.

School in Red.

School!School!School! I'm getting rather excited for the start of the year and seeing that I've finally figured everything out with the University I will be attending as planned :) Thank goodness for that! Also some more rather exciting new's, I have changed my planned hair style for something that will suit me a little better than my original idea. Only last night did I realize I had not posted a picture with the last blog as promised...so this time I will actually remember to.

Red as a rose blossom,
Dark as the ocean floor.
Fast as the tidal current,
Slow as the under tow.
Painful as the shark bite,
Soothing as the to-and-fro.
Knife like a silver bullet,
Breath like a frozen low.

Crawling Caterpillars.

Hey, hey, hey! So I love to do different thing's with my hair, and have a hard time keeping it the same for very long. My last drastic move was to shave half of it off :) I am keeping it like that but hoping to dye it a very different color. Hopefully it will look awesome. But because I want you to be able to see the difference between the two I will be posting a pic with this blog. Also for this entry I would like to include a short story that I wrote for an assignment. Enjoi...

Oscar and Alphonse

Myra was a fairy-child born the first of May, just as the cherry buds began to blossom into pastel pinks and the ground began to soften. It was between these changing seasons that Myra took her first breath, over the mossy knolls that she took her first steps and in a birch tree that she first met her two best friends. Two friends who would change everything, who would change the way Myra thought, two friends who would change life as Myra knew it.

Oscar and Alphonse sat atop a branch, masked by the leafy cover of a birch tree. Watching a small lithe body dance around beneath them. the young girl twirled and leapt over the protruding tree roots, a Spanish song spilling from between her sullen red lips. Oscar turned to Alphonse;

Should we say anything?"

"No, i think we would just scare her." Alphonse replied, his voice deep and unwavering.

“Right you are Al, should we leave?" Oscar asked his voice higher and mesmerizing in its simplicity. For a moment the air seemed to stiffen, the sound of the once chirping birds now gone with the rustling of the leaves. That’s when it happened, the little girl only feet below lifted her gaze and gave Oscar and Alphonse a wide toothed grin.

"Hullo!" She cried out, her delicate sing song voice lifting past the shrubs in which she was partially obscured. The girl lifted one thin pale handed and waved it unsteadily back and forth.

"Hallo there darling." Oscar called his voice an almost perfect reflection of the child's, "what's your name?"

"Myra." She called up," and what’s yours?"

"Oscar," He replied lifting an eyebrow at her readiness, "and this here is Alphonse."

"Hullo, what pretty names you have!" Myra exclaimed her cheeks flushing. Alphonse sat in disbelief, his onyx eyes tracing the gentle curve of Myra's face. How could such a young child know so much already, she didn't look like the other ones? She couldn't be a fairy-child, there was just no way. Alphonse pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind and juggled a smile back onto his handsome features.

"And what is a child such as you doing in these woods all alone?" Alphonse questioned the small blonde beauty in front of him.

"Mama says that I can play in the woods all by myself because I'm a flower girl." Myra twittered. An angelic smile spreading from ear to ear.

"My, your mother is a nice woman." Oscar said. a smile of his own pulling at his lips.

"My papa says she is the best wife in all of London.”

"Then your papa must be a very smart man."

"He is indeed Sirs." Myra said, "May I sit with you?"

"You may, as long as you promise to be careful climbing into this tree!" Alphonse exclaimed, a frown marring his features.

“Oh I promise!" Myra shouted with glee, and before either Oscar or Alphonse could get a word in edge wise, she was up the tree and perched on the branch beside them, "can we be friends?"

"Of course dear...we haven't had a friend in ages." Oscar said, his voice filled with excitement.

Because we haven't been able to find time lately." Alphonse replied his voice strong and soothing, dancing in the wind. The three shared their stories, those of fear and of triumph, of failure and bravery. Myra's voice carried through the day, cradling the sun as it lulled back into sleep.

"Myra, darling, it's about time you headed home." Oscar said his silver breath visible in the brisk spring air.

"But Oscar, I was having ever so much fun!” Myra cried, tears clouding her dark brown eyes, "must I go?"

"Yes dear." Oscar replied, "I'm sorry, but we can see each other again tomorrow."

"You must swear!"

"Yes child, we swear, we shall see you again tomorrow and for every day after that." Oscar and Alphonse bayed Myra adieu and watched as she scrambled down the tree and tore home. The moonlight flashing off her hair with every step.

"She is truly unique." Alphonse said, turning to Oscar.

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The summer began to flash by, days turning quickly into nights and weeks turning quickly into months. No sooner, it seemed to Myra, than she had met Oscar and Alphonse she was having to say good bye.

"There is no need for tears love." Oscar stated, his eyes alight with merriment.

"But Oscar dear, this is the last time I shall see you." Myra replied, tears escaping from under her heavily hooded eyelids. She thrust her hand upwards and wiped at them angrily.

"My darling Myra, you have been the greatest gift anyone could ask for. You have taught Oscar and I how to laugh. You have taught us how to enjoy the little things in life and most importantly you have taught us the true meaning of friendship." Alphonse said his voice low and reassuring.

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Undoubtedly my dear, if not in this life then in the next. But Myra, always remember that true friends are those that never leave you, living or otherwise, they are always by your side. They do not turn their back when you commit wrong, they take your hand and help you find what’s right. Remember this Myra and you shall be a true friend to all those you meet."

Myra paused under the birch tree where she had first met them, "One day, I promise I will find you again."

"And that is what we will wish for." Oscar and Alphonse replied in unison. Myra turned her face to look at them; she knew it was time to send them back. The caterpillars softly wriggled in her hand spelling out, "Good-bye."

A Crazy New Courage.

Life is quite crazy at the moment. Tomorrow I have to phone my Distance Ed. School, the university I am applying to, and the hair salon. Also studying for my Motorbike test and packing so that I'm ready to move in the next little while. It's rather crazy, but I have to say I'm enjoying it. I can admit though that I am getting my hair done just because I want to. I'm bored of the color and need to get it shortened, so I figured it would be a pretty good stress reliever. Not sure about my writing creativily today or spelling anything right, but I shall try none-the-less :)

New shirt?
Check.
New shoes?
Check.
New hair style?
Check.
New pants?
Check.
New backpack?
Check.
Courage?
I sure hope so.

Barriere Ends.

I just finished watching 'Electric Babaraellas' it's a different show, but quite interesting. It follows the lives of five girls who all have very different personalities and are trying to make their name in the music business. It does sound rather generic, but it is well worth watching. We spent the large part of the day in Kamloops finishing up school supply shopping and then did a little tour of Barriere. It was interesting to see all the amazing properties on the out skirts of town. There are some truly amazing places out there, and even a few that I would like to buy.

A quick glance,
     A sultry gaze.
A wink of menace,
    A breath of disaster.
A moment of hesitation,
    A second of pain.
A liquid release,
    An end.

Only A Dream.

So at this point I might be over posting, but it's better than not posting at all. In the long run anyways. The ferry to Vancouver was a short ride and we quickly made our way to Kamloops to do a little 'back to school' shopping. With that mostly out of the way we continued our journey and are now spending a few nights in Barriere. (Finally spelled the name right :) ) And I have a gross flip flop blister to vouch for all the walking and running and whatnot that I have been doing over this vacation. It's been fun to say the least, but I am very glad to be heading home.

As the stars draw lower and the night air begins to dampen and darken. The small, pale body of a child wanders across the road. Her glowing blonde hair flowing around her in a gale of autumn wind. Two small ghostly hands rest at her sides, in either of them is a rose. So bold and red compared to her deathly complexion. If you look a little closer you might just see the thin trails of blood that seep over her fingers and catch in the wind. You will see the frozen tears outlining her sunken face. The way her emaciated body leans slightly to the left. And just as you notice how terrifying the scene is becoming, how eager you are to escape. You wake.

Vancouver silence.

Hey all. It's exciting to see that I have had alot of veiws in the past little while and I hope you are all enjoying the blog. Today we're headed back from vacation and are currently on a ferry. In about two hour we will be in Vancouver! And then another three hours until Kamloops and school shopping. Hopefully I will be able to find some cute stuff to go with my awesome new shoes :) All girly stuff aside I shall give you a little creative writing. Enjoi...


  Thin white knuckles are wrapped around the rail, twisting and prying at the cold metal bar. Dark hazel eyes scan the waves and attempt to plunge themselves through to the ocean floor below. One can only imagine what goes on down there, what life inhabits the dark and water logged corners of the world. One day these eyes will see closer, see farther, be better accustomed to the darkness and the depths. With only the water holding back these eyes, it seems an easy task to finish. An easy task at hand, hands that grip this metal. With a quick breath and harsh glance at the ocean below, two feet are raised onto the bar. Toes curl around the cold metal, and push themselves off. A plummet. Nothing. There is only silence in the depths of the ocean. Pressing silence.

Magic is might.

Teen angst. I thought it was a bit of a dodgy tale, until I turned 13. It's one serious thing, and sometimes it gets easier with age, and other times it does not. I had my moment's through out my teenaged years, and am still having them. Even though I am officially an adult, I still have the 'teen' word attached to my age. Soon I hope to be rid of this angst-y-ness. It's not the leat bit fun. I guess I should give you guys a poem :)

An end it brought,
    to an era, I promised
 not to forget.
       Magic and might,
  Dark verses light.
The struggle of a thousand
                  centuries, placed on
The shoulder's of an eleven
           year old boy.
  A Series that the world
    will never forget, a world
the society should never
         dismiss.
And to those who truly believe,
    magic will live on in them.

A little something extra

I'm sorry for my constant absences, I seem to get distracted and totally forget to write. I hope to be writing more now though because I have been given a brand new laptop. So hopefully it will keep my blogging. I still do like getting comments and feedback. Anything I can do that will keep you reading this blog and help me improve on my writing. Much love and all that :) Here's a little poem about complete surrender.

Waving my white flag,
       feet kicking sand. Make
 your way to my
    swing. And sit with me
  awhile.
         "I miss you, you know."
You nod. A quick and comforting
      gesture. And even
   though it is short, it reassures
all the same.
         


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I'm going to add another little poem because I need to catch up :) Here it goes...


The kind of girl.

I'm the kind of girl,
      who still watches cartoons.
I'm the kind of girl,
      who sleeps until noon.
I'm the kind of girl,
       who loves the dirt.
I'm the kind of girl,
       who doesn't need that designer shirt.
I'm the kind of girl,
       who loves a boy like you.
I'm the kind of girl,
       who hopes you loves me too.