Monday, December 31, 2012

A Friendly Hello

One night I heard a loud knock upon my door, but I couldn't see who it was. When morning came, I looked out only to find that it was just Winter telling me he was here to stay.

A Beautiful Distortion

Sometimes what you see
isn't quite reality.
Take a second look.

Small Town, Christmas Day

They're frozen in place,
left standing out in the snow.
What are they thinking?

Oh Well

I took a step out
with no regard for my shoes...
My toes are frozen.

True story...


I wait for the day
when I can finally trade
this cold phone for you.


What I thought was:
“Sure. I’ll go on a date with you. It’s not like you smell of BO or anything. I mean, you’re a nice guy but… No. I won’t hold it against you that you can’t shower after practice. But maybe you can take 5 minutes and suds up before you pick me up at 8?”

But all I said was:

Friday, December 28, 2012


I cautiously look around me. Everyone still has their nose stuck in their book. I wonder if I can make it out of the classroom without anyone noticing. I hope I can make it to my locker then to the bathroom. I can’t believe I couldn't just wait five more minutes for the bell to ring….

Wednesday, December 26, 2012


Now we go. We run. Don't look back, don't slow down. The past is there but it can't be changed. All we can do is look ahead and hope for the best. Don't let the past define who you are, anything can happen if you believe it to be so. Please, just trust me.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012


Burning. Destroying. Giving new life. Tragedy makes way for beauty. It is from the ashes that soil gets nutrients, and in turn, makes room for more plants to grow. It is from the fire that chance is born.


It's snowing on Christmas! It's snowing on my Birthday! This never happens! Happy Christmas everyone!

Monday, December 24, 2012


Very carefully, pick up the knife. Pull, don’t push it towards you. (Just make sure your fingers aren’t in your way.) Glide it across, and watch the liquid pour out.

Take this as Sweeney Todd or Oranges, you take your pick.


Actual. It's the real deal. It's not some made up fairy-tale, a lie that sounds sweeter to the ear. It's what really went down. Sometime's it's the cold, hard truth, but that's actually just the way it is.


Actually… the story goes like this. I threw the rock, hopped, skipped, THEN jumped. It wasn’t hop, jump, skip. All the kids have the story twisted and nobody believes me. So I’ll just sit here drawing flowers with chalk instead.

Saturday, December 22, 2012


He knows that something’s up. The way I’ve been avoiding eye contact, the way that I hold my hands close to me. I know that he wants me to let him in, that he wants me to tell him about my past… but I can’t. I can’t tell him about what happened that night in the cabin. I don’t know that I’ll ever tell him.


I know. Do you know what I know? I know that I know what I know. But I don’t know if you know what I know I know. Do you know? Now I know know is know, but it looks funny after saying it so much.


They lay there, scattered all around the floor. To look upon them is to see the only proof that last night really happened. He gazed upon the empty wine bottles, the spilled popcorn, the pillows and blankets. And by looking just a little closer near the fireplace, he noticed the pink lace that she left behind.

The Doctor and The Dying Frog

So there was an e-card about waking up on December 22, 2012, going outside, and screaming that the Doctor saved the world from the Mayan's predictions. I was dared to do such deed and I willingly accepted, not foreseeing that my voice was going to decide to exchange places with a dying frog. So I decided to make this video now and credit the Doctor before the frog decided to skip town as well. Enjoy.

Friday, December 21, 2012


I love how my steps are audible this time of year. Between acorns and leaves, it’s part of the reason why autumn is my favourite season. Everything has a golden glow that makes the world a little brighter. And as the nights grow longer, I enjoy life a little more.

Thursday, December 20, 2012


Seasons come and go. They are our first example that nothing good lasts. Our favourite time of year is only here for so long, and then it leaves us. But the time away makes us appreciate it even more. Because when our season gets back, it’s several months of guaranteed happiness.


‘Tis the season to be jolly. Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. I decorated my room and the tree. I baked cookies and decorated them with friends. I’ve sung songs and wished for snow. But I’m still missing the jolly.

Life Right Now

$147 for the Passport.
Bank account will have less than $50 left.
$818 for Next Semester
$?? for Next Semester's Books
$147 for the Passport.
American Equivalent of Birth Certificate also needed.
Where is said document?
I haven't a clue.
I've been up for 6 hours looking for it.
I am exhausted.
I am stressed.
I am frustrated.
I return to a house in need of a good dusting and vacuuming.
The kitchen needs some TLC too.
I need to pack up my room.
Gain some peace of mind.
I need sleep.
But I return to a house that's still a mess.
Everything's just moved around and found new homes.
My needed document?
Lord only knows.
"Look in the mail pile, left side of the desk."
I've looked 3 times.
"That's the only place it can be."
Well I've looked in all the places I've thought of.
In the car.
In drawers.
In my room.
I'm exhausted.
I could have missed the big orange/yellow envelope every single time.
But I'm pretty sure it's not there.
"Then you must have moved it."
Of course I did.
I must have put it somewhere else two months ago.
It's not like it could have been lost in the shuffle of finding the piles of mail new homes on other surfaces.
I know it's on me to find it.
I'm the one who is trying to get her passport in...
6 hours.
But is it asking the world to get a little help?
I can't keep looking over the same piles.
It's like rereading a paper and missing the same misspellings.
If I were to find it now...
I'd chuckle.
Thank some sort of higher being.
And go to bed.
But life doesn't work that way.
It's 5 days until Christmas.
It doesn't feel like Christmas.
Life's flat-lined.
Not saying that everything's going wrong, because things could always be worse.
I'm just saying that nothing is quite going right.
Now that my venting is done.
I have to go back to thinking about where the damn envelope is.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012


Sate. This is an unfamiliar word. Unfamiliar like being loved and giving love in return. Like knowing what it’s like to really be hungry. Like experiencing Christmas in paradise.

Nothing Special

It's six days away
and nothing has changed at all.
Life just seems normal.
I don't feel any older.
It doesn't feel like Christmas.


It’s the hunger games… and I’m not talking about the ones where kids are expected to act as savages. There’s one sticky bun left in the pan and three people that want to eat it. How will this end?


It was my favourite. I hide, and everyone else seeks. I always got myself into the smallest places, ones only a sardine would fit. After awhile they began to collect around me, the game being up until it was obvious where I squeezed myself in behind the couch and under the bookshelf.


In about a minute, I'm going to tell you about the short things I've been posting. I stumbled upon a site called They put up a word a day and you have 60 seconds to write about it. My time's up now, and that's about it. Enjoy!

(Click on the link and try it yourself! Create an account and if you feel so inclined, leave me a link to your story too.)

Tuesday, December 18, 2012


It’s all a game. This life that is. We pick our moves carefully, just to see which choice will benefit us the most. But the part I don’t understand is how one wins. We all end up dead, so what’s the point?

Monday, December 17, 2012

True Story

Stumble Upon gives me new ideas.

A Little Too Much?

I look away because he's exposed.


Five days home home. Then I would be back on my way to go home. Home to the school where I have my life. My friends, my passions, my education, my experiences, my freedom. The five things I cherish most. I just have to survive these five days with the family. Five days home home.


I reached up, his hand meeting mine in a clash that ran through the ages. Our connection was filled with so many different things, and I knew that this could be something as he folded his fingers in between mine.


This was going to happen, no matter how I tried to avoid it. I had to pay my dues. If I was going to stay here, to be accepted, I had to go up and face them all. Do what they told me to do. It was worth more than money to them.


She was supposed to be due today. I circled the date, all those months ago. But I sit here alone. Rocking back and forth, I can only imagine the weight that would have filled my arms.


It was due today. The rent. I had forgotten to pay it the last time, then I just didn't have the money for it the time before that, and before that, my roommate couldn't cover for me. It was due today. And I forgot. Now it won’t be due ever again. I wonder where I’ll go now.

Lights for New Life

I ran out into the street as life's knife came straight for me. A string stronger than the umbilical cord that brought me into this world pulled the speeding car closer to my body. I took a deep breath as I stared into the headlights, just waiting to be taken into a new life.

Thursday, December 06, 2012


Little by little,
I'm picking up the pieces.
Picking up leaves works too...

Monday, December 03, 2012

Damn It

God fucking damn it.

There's just... there's nothing else for me to say. Not now. There hasn't been much for me to say actually. Just lots of stuff going on around campus in the theatre and otherwise but..... damn it, damn it, damn it all.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

This Explains The Lack of Writing

There once was a thing
people knew it as free time.
Yeah, college killed it.

Monday, November 19, 2012


It was one of those days when I found myself sitting on a bench... and so I decided to take a picture from each bench I came across. Enjoy some time walking around campus with me.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

I'm Back!

Hello all! I know it's been quite awhile since I've put anything new up but I have a lot of haiku and stories to share, so as fall break comes closer stay tuned for a shower of new things to read! Thanks for sticking with me, I love you all!
Let this almost completely naked man convince you that I have good stories to tell!
I promise, they will come soon!

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Fall Break

Part of the wonderful thing about college is that sometimes we get random breaks. I had a 4 day weekend, one in which I accomplished more things and had more fun that I have ever had within a 96 hour period so far.

Just... How?

It's been forgotten,
in the middle of the road.
Just left there... alone.
How one looses such a thing,
I will never understand.

Monday, October 15, 2012

The Night's Only Light

Watch the stars align
perfectly in the night sky.
Wish upon airplanes.

Saturday, October 06, 2012

Concert Crazy

Now that I truly have some downtime and some inspiration to start catching the outside world upon the subject that is my life... I shall tell you about the concerts I've been to. Because, you know, it's college... and I'm here to have fun, not to study!

Sleeping In

This is where they go,
all the butterflies, to rest.
They sleep in the trees.

The French Fry Seat

So... what would be the proper way to sit upon this fascinating seat? My good friend Anna'le decided to pose a few options for pondering.

Just A Stroll

Heartbeat (A 10 Minute Play)

I present to you here a rough draft of a short play that I am process of writing for my Playwriting class. Upon reading, any thoughts or comments would be greatly appreciated. This sums up what's been going on with me for the past few weeks, and so to have taken the time to pen it all makes it one of my most valuable works. Thank you, and enjoy.

Thursday, October 04, 2012

A Day to Write

Facebook told me it's
National Poetry Day...
Try to write something!

Thanks to R.R for her status!

Monday, October 01, 2012

Early Morning Energy

It makes me smile
everytime I see a squirrel.
I wish they would share.


We want to control.
Have power over all things.
We strive to achieve
even the intangible.
I keep it trapped on my wrist.

Home in a Cold Heart

The cold cuts through me
deeper than any knife could.
My body is home.
It settles in quite nicely,
finding a friend in my heart.


What a thing it is,
to be able to look back
and to remember.
Time is lost to the darkness
that is the void of our mind.

Out of My Hands

My mind is stubborn.
It is in it's own control.
It does what it wants.

Time Chanced on Memories

I can't help but think.
Think of all the time gone by.
All the lost chances.
Chances to laugh and to cry...
The memories we won't have.


As the night grows cold
I stay sitting where I am.
I'm not freezing... yet.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

A Reminder to Keep Hope

Back home, life's been going crazy. There's no other way to say it but there have been 4 suicides within the past two weeks. I don't know who the kids were, but it was due to bullying. After seeing all the statuses over Facebook about how terrible bullies are, I wrote this.

I woke up today at 7 like any other normal Monday, Wednesday or Friday... and it's the first and most important thing to be grateful for. I feel that at this point, after hearing about all the tragedies back home, and knowing what some of my own friends are going through, I have to say that there is always hope. I know what those other kids were saying made you feel like nothing, I know what it's like to have no answers. I know what it's like to be at the mercy of the hands of time.... But don't loose hope. I know it's too late to help you now, you've moved on. But to those you left behind, and perhaps you can keep this in mind in that new world you're now part of. Don't loose hope. It's the last thing you will have in the end. I've had this idea of hope for a little over a year now, and it goes a little something like this: 

"Although it may seem like there's no hope in sight, don't let go. Don't loose sight of who you are and what you aspire to be. Because there is always hope. Hope is there, under your skin, pulsing throughout your body. For as long as there is a heart to keep you living, there is hope that tomorrow may bring a better day. There is hope that the hands that are only your own may make your troubles go away. You have the power to make your life the best it is. Even if you can't change the circumstances, the state of mind you perceeve them in makes all the difference. Sometimes the reminder is all in the wrist..." (originally seen here)

I am so sorry that you thought it was your time to go. You had so much life left to live. But the bottom line is this, what's done is done. We can only look forward now. Comfort those who need it, give space to others. Everyone's taking it one day at a time. Things will look up, as long as you believe in the hope that it will.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

So the Truth Comes Out

I'm not surprised.
So you're really someone else,
that's not a big deal.
It's not like I trusted you,
let you in, counted on you....

Thursday, September 20, 2012

An Open Cell

I'm hidden away,
a prisoner of this life...
Yet I hold the key.
I can leave at any time,
but the unknown keeps me here.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Once In A Moment

Hello and goodbye,
this is the way of my life.
There's no chance you'll stay.

Too Many Leftover....

I made the cookies
to share with all of my friends,
not for me to eat.
They took. They ate. Now I'm home...
And I can't not eat what's left!

No Nap for Me

Lying in the sun,
I tried to catch up on sleep.
Instead, I just bake.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Peace, Love, and Coffee

Life gets so complicated sometimes.
Everything builds up,
like dominoes waiting to be knocked over.
Once one wobbles,
they all fall.
Soon you're sitting alone in the dark,
looking down at a cup of coffee,
wishing it had all the answers.
You feel the warmth between your hands,
take the holder off,
and feel the smoothness of the cup.
Taking in the spicy aroma,
you take a sip.
Go beyond that which is in your hands...
hear the crickets chirping,
the pond's fountain slurping.
Notice those who walk past under the lights,
but do not notice you in return.
Feel the cool breeze on your bare arms
and know that sweatpants was a smart choice.
Close your eyes.
See with your body.
Feel the way your feet
press into the rock wall.
Feel the presence of peace
coming from the world around you.
Take a moment to pause
and breathe.
You take another sip,
and feel the coffee go down.
Do you see the way it embodies nature?
The way it embodies peace?
The way it puts you back together again?
It may not be much...
But it will be enough to keep you going.
Just sit awhile in this peace.
When you feel right,
once you sit a little taller,
hear life a little clearer,
see things a little easier,
ease yourself off the wall...
and walk.
With each step,
feel the weight lift off your shoulders.
The breeze once again will surround you
in such a way that should prove as a reminder:
You have friends who love you.
You have friends who will be there for you.
You have friends who want you to count on them.
Let your mind rest tonight in peace.
Tomorrow's a brand new day.
You'll be okay.

Dedicate to T.R, the one who kept me company while letting me still be alone... Thank you.

Monday, September 17, 2012


Death comes upon us
as something more beautiful
than it was in life.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

On My Own

It's amazing what you observe when sitting with coffee in hand... for at least two hours I sat outside enjoying the cool breeze and the warmth of the sun. I tried to listen to the simplicity of the day, the song of the birds and the cries of the crickets, but my peace was broken by conversation. I watched people walk by, and how they were so wrapped up in the drama of their world. Did they notice the way the light turned the grass to gold? The way the clouds brush white against the sky? The girl sitting with coffee in hand? It's like I was invisible... But I was okay with that. I didn't want people asking if I was alright... I didn't want to start crying again. Because the story is this: I'm not alright. I've gotten to the point of saying that I'm content with life as it is, but then life just kinda decides that I shouldn't be, and that I need more problems to deal with. As it stands, I'm still here, I've gotten through everything it's thrown at me so far, and I should be able to deal with whatever new concoction it comes up for me. But I can't. There's just too much any more... and I'm kind of afraid I'll go back down the dark road I was on earlier in the year. I know I have people that I can count on here, but I'm not used to it. I'm not used to the constant support, to the fact that I don't have to sit on my own and deal with it all myself. I say I'm an open book, and I tell people what they want to know about me when it's in the past. It's the current stuff, the stories that aren't finished yet that I have a problem with. I can be strong for other people, I can support them and help them, but I hate showing that I can't be strong for myself. I can't even write what's going on... because if I do then I'm acknowledging that it's reality. Out of sight, out of mind. But I need to face it... time's running out and October will be here before I know it.........

Saturday, September 08, 2012

Hair Cut!!

Remember what my hair looked like a few weeks ago? I had coloured it to be blue and purple. (You should click there to see!)

But I just got my hair cut.....

And uh.....

It's different.

Naturally I have pictures to narrate this tale with!

Look at how long!

Say bub-bye bleach!

Goodbyeee! Now time to wash and style.


Note the length again.....
and the difference!

To be honest... I think it's short. I think it's really really short. But it's nice. With all the changes I'm going through, it was something that needed to happen. And it'll grow back, so even if I didn't like it, why fret about it?

The Process of a Wish Collage

Inspired off of my Wish ramblings from a few nights ago.... this is a collage I did for my play writing class. Scroll down after you've thought all your thoughts on what you think it means, with the title for a hint.

My reasoning is as so:

There are so many faces in the world. So many people. We all want things we can’t have. So we wish. We wish on everything. We wish for everything. The moment we see a shooting star, it is our instinct to make a wish. So we do. But then we forget. We forget what we wished on. We all have so many thoughts running through our heads that for awhile we keep it all straight, but time gets to us and it all starts to run together, until we can’t remember it any more. So we forget. Then more time passes. We live our lives and move on. Then we remember. There comes a day when we find something we lost, when we have an idea that lights up the world’s biggest light bulb, when déjà vu catches up to us. We remember what we might have wished for. Time takes its toll on all of us. When we wish, it doesn’t happen as soon as you might have liked, but the wishes do come true. It just takes time. And time goes on and on and....

So the pictures work like this:

The underlying meaning is Time... thus the big clock. Then the "story" goes from the bottom left, up and around. The first one is faces... lots and lots of faces. The second, shooting stars. The third is for thoughts. The top of the the picture you see distinct patches of colour. These are for all the individual thoughts. As the the colours run together, it shows how thoughts run together until you can't remember the distinction between them all. And the fourth is for remembrance.

Thursday, September 06, 2012

Wish (Rough Draft)

I made a wish one day. It was a good wish, like all the ones before it. I never tend to wish on the same thing more than once... too many lost opportunities that way. But after I wish, I forget. I forget exactly what I wished for. I don't remember what I don't have. What I want to have.

Days go by. Life goes on. I wish more. I forget on what. But I know I have. I know that I've lost eye lashes, seen the stars that shoot, lived through 11:11. Any chance I get I wish. I wish for what I need then and there. Then I forget. I forget that wishes take awhile to process...

Then life moves on. It changes. I hurt. I laugh. I cry. I jump for joy. I think. I look back. I think. I think. I think as hard as my poor little mind can. I try to remember. I try. I try. I think. I try to think. I try to remember. I remember. I wished. I remember now. I forgot my wish. I remember.

My heart. It was cold. It felt nothing. Like a black hole. Or a corpse. Nothing. Not like a foot falling asleep kind of nothing. But a nothing kind of nothing. Something was missing. Feeling was missing. So I wished for feeling.

Now I have feeling. And it hurts. I thought I had found happiness. But happiness left me for lonely. It was only because I needed to get what I wished for. And I wished to have feeling. I got what I wished for.

I wake up every day with the feeling of a little pain in my chest. I can't move on from it. I can't forget about it. It's just there. It's with every heart beat. It's in every breath. Feeling. This is the feeling of being alive. This is the feeling of what getting a wish is like. This is what I get for wishing. This is what it is like to remember. This is what I need to have to make happiness so much sweeter. I can't make myself move on. Time does that. I could wish. I wish I could wish. But wishing can only take me half way. Time has to take me farther. Time will get me where I need to be. In time.... I wish.

Monday, September 03, 2012

Thrown Away... Again

You think things will change
when you're given a new start...
Who are you kidding?
There will always be people
who will see you as nothing.

The Forgotten Tome

I've hidden with books...
My life fits here perfectly.
I wait in silence.
It takes a special person
to find my spot on the shelf.

College Re-Cap

It's week two of college.

I will forever wish for a nap.

There will never be a perfect time to do home work.

There will always be something I leave for last minute.

This is week two of college.

Here is what it's like:

My schedule is pretty well balanced. I have a history class on the Renaissance, a First Year Seminar on Hamlet and the Liberal Arts, and one about Play Writing every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Then I have Sociology 101 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. As it stands right now, the course work is easy to stay on top as long as I don't let myself get too preoccupied with becoming a Class-A procrastinator.

When it comes to fitness, well, I shared with you all the philosophy of no work-out classes = becoming fat and dying. If not, read that here. But even if I didn't go every week, just walking to classes is one hell of a work out! Rather, I should say going home every time I forget something or feel the need to is where the exercise comes in. A few friends and I have concluded that to walk from my dorm to Masters Hall is about a quarter of a mile. So mix that in with the 4 flights of steps, up and down of course.... All I have left to say on this is that by the end of this, my butt's gonna look good. (:

So let move on to all the other things I shall be involving myself with. Out of all of the things I signed up for, being part of the Improv group that Albright has: Less Than or Equal To Improv and Comedy Troupe. I have found myself in an interesting mix of people that make me laugh and make me feel welcome, and as the new kid here, it's kinda really really nice. It gives me the ability to play all the crazy theatre games I love to play and without any kind of pressure.

Besides Improv, I'm going to be working with a group that is writing and literary focused. I'm not sure if I'll be heading to the Literary Magazine (though I will definitely be submitting my work there!) or the Newspaper, or maybe the Artistic magazine that covers music, theatre, and well... art. On top of that, I'm definitely going to be part of the yearbook. My camera and I... we're good buddies. And after I find my battery charger, I'll have more pictures to put up, but for now, here are some from my first Sunday here.

At Albright, we see the light of learning.

The Theatre

Pstttt! I have a something to tell you!



Jacob Albright, founder of Albright
Well.... Now I'm sitting in class for Play Writing that starts in 4 minutes, so my killing of the past hour has resulted in this. I'll have to share more later but for now, this is all you've got(:


In the light filled room,
I sit watching the wind blow.
The rain will start soon.

Sunday, September 02, 2012


From the sky it fell,
creating a temptation
of wet, jumpy fun.

Saturday, September 01, 2012

They Start to Fall

On my way to class,
something brown catches my eye.
A leaf has fallen.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012


College life is amazing... I'm constantly busy and don't have much time to just sit down and collect my thoughts by myself but I think I need to share this with you all.

One of the awesome things about Albright is that the Fitness Center has a lot of classes for the students to take, so my roomie and I are doing one every night. We range from Zumba and Cardio Kick-boxing to Yoga and Pilates. Despite being extremely tired and having a piece of us not wanting to go, we and another friend came to this conclusion:

If we get lazy and stop working out, we'll get fat. If we get fat, we won't have the energy to go to class. If we don't go to class, we'll fail out of college. If we fail out of college, we'll be stuck working at a fast food joint. If we're stuck working at a fast food joint, we'll grow even fatter. If we grow even fatter, we won't be able to go to work (as if we'd want to!) because we won't fit out the door. If we can't fit out the door, we can't eat. If we can't eat, we die.

That is all folks...  If we don't go to the gym, we'll die. So go to the gym, take the stairs, skip that fourth cookie (save it for tomorrow!). You don't want to die.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

For all the FB People...

And all the friends I was talking to before my phone died ^_^

My Dish Set

So I said 2 years in the video... It's actually been a little over 1. Maybe they'll teach me math at Albright! (;

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Don't Bottle It Up

If you're gonna cry, cry.
Let the dam break
and watch the tears fall.
Don't wipe them away.

If you're gonna scream, scream.
Just raise your voice
so that you remember you have one.

But if you're gonna cause hurt...
do it to your pillow,
not your wrist.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Written Just for You

You want a Haiku
from off the top of my head.
Let me think on it.

"Make it a Tanka", you say.
I suppose I could do that.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

"What Do You Want From Me?"

Me? I want nothing.
There is nothing left of us.
Our friendship is gone.
So you think this is awkward?
Hun, you've done this to yourself.

Curtain Call

Had to post this one to the Tube of You because it's a bit long... but it got everything off my chest from tonight and that's what matters to me.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

A Personal Hello

Please don't mind the look of sleepiness, it's been a long day but I wanted to share this story with you all.

This is also kinda my first time, I've been practicing but I hope my thoughts all make sense and that you can understand me :P

Thanks for being a part of what I do!

Friday, August 17, 2012


This is something that had popped into my Facebook Newsfeed earlier in the week, and I saw it again today, so I've decided to share it with you all because it just kinda makes my day. (In more ways than you can imagine).

From a woman named Gail Cook to Panera Bread:
"My grandmother is passing soon with cancer. I visited her the other day and she was telling me about how she really wanted soup, but not hospital soup because she said it tasted "awful" she went on about how she really would like some clam chowder from Panera. Unfortunately Panera only sells clam chowder on Friday. I called the manager Sue and told them the situation. I wasn't looking for anything special just a bowl of clam chowder. Without hesitation she said absolutely she would make her some clam chowder. When i went to pick it up they wound up giving me a box of cookies as well. Its not that big of a deal to most, but to my grandma it meant a lot. I really want to thank Sue and the rest of the staff from Panera in Nashua NH just for making my grandmother happy. Thank you so much!"
I think this is one of the sweetest things I've ever read... Panera is a wonderful location to go for food and the service I've had is always impeccable. But the location in this story touches me on a person level.

I used to live in Nashua.

I moved to PA back in 2005 after living there for 7 years, and I've always considered Nashua to be the place where I'd always call home. It's such a beautiful town, with the center being a main street with shops to look in and friendly people to talk with. Part of me thinks that if I don't make it across the pond to live out the rest of my days, I'll move back to NH. I truly love the weather and the people, the location and the state of mind. I feel as if the way of life is simpler, but I know that's only based on past experience. (And let's not forget, 0% sales tax!)

So from one day just going through the motions of checking my Facebook I see that Nashua has once again touched the world in a way that it's done so to me.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

A New Adventure

So I tried something new today...

This is what my hair looks like when it's down and kinda a mess:

This was taken a few weeks ago, yeah it's not that long.....

This is what my hair looks like when it's in 4 braids and in a bag:

It's the latest fashion don't ya know(;

Because 40 minutes later it looked like this:

Soggy Hair...
Dry hair in which my "true colours" are showing...
and I do believe this is what my hair looked like when I was younger too.
My Mustache ^.^

And to culminate this post, what all this is for is that I trusted a dear friend of mine to turn my hair into this:
Oh so pretty, eh?

So that I could finally look like this:
Purple and Blue tips(: 

 As my first time doing this, I love it! What do you guys think?

There's Others Like Us?!

Oh let's get away,
even if it's for the day.
I know somewhere new,
a magical place of fun...
It's N E P A's BlogCon!

A little bit of poetic advertisement, just to help out the wonderful people that have helped me to get my poems and name out to the world valley(: Trust me, it'll be worth attending if you can!

The Invisible

Here I lie awake
as the darkness hides the truth:
Nothing crawls on me.
Yet I still feel them moving,
the bugs I can't send away.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Smell the Memories

I love how a smell
can remind you of what was,
of the here and now,
of how things could have turned out,
and of all that never did.

Keeping In Touch

If life will allow,
we won't be apart for long.
We will find our way
around every obstacle.
The heart knows not of distance.

Time to Face the Goodbyes

I'm thinking about
all the memories we have...
the good and the bad.
But now it is time to go;
I'm going to miss your face.
10 days until Move-In Day at Albright... so many goodbyes to say before all the new hellos come out to play!

Sunday, August 12, 2012


In my head there lives
a pounding that fills it up.
Pain that throbs throughout.
A mixture of stress and tears,
hopefully sleep can cure it.

Hope for Sweet Dreams

I think I'll sleep now.
Find some solace in my dreams.
Leave reality.

Safe In The End

Standing on the edge,
she looks at the world below.
She looks side to side.
She looks up to the blue sky.
Who or what really saved her?

Friday, August 10, 2012

In A Publicly Lived Life...

What is privacy?
You can’t have any secrets.
Personal bubbles?
They’re the stuff myths are made from.
The skeletons will get you.

An Emotional Marathon

My feelings ran strong;
Sorrow and hurt through my veins.
But they’ve taken their course.
Now my body is left drained,
as my eyelids grow heavy.

Summer's Lullaby

I hear the hummed song
the crickets play ev’ry night.
They feel Summer’s end.
While it’s end is their demise,
they sing of life, not of death.

The Hideaway

A leaf floats gently
to embrace the lovers’ bed
on the cold soft ground.

You'll Read What You Want To

. . . . .
. . . . . . .
. . . . .
I dare you to reread it.
Your thoughts will fill the silence.

I'll Go Away, One Day...

I can’t wait until
I can pack up and just go.
Go far, far away.
Disappear without notice.
But maybe I’ll leave a note.

Daddy Dearest

In the end, what counts?
What if you tried to be there,
Through my childhood.
Can I look past what I saw,
past the fog of truthful lies?


How do you define
the relationship between
mother and daughter?


In the car we sit
side by side as we head home.
Nothing is spoken...
Except from you to the phone.
I’m still sitting here, alone.

All Alone

If you have mastered
the art of soft, silent tears,
you can get through it.

Thursday, August 09, 2012

Mother Hen

If there was ever a word or phrase I would use to describe myself, without seeming self centered or full of myself, I'd say I'm a "Mother Hen".... You see, I don't really have a specific group of friends I hang out with anymore, I more so am a floating entity among many. But regardless of who you are, I want to be there for you. If I can be just an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry upon, I will do my best to be that person you can trust your life and your stories to. It's just that I... I don't really know what it's like to have that kind of person. And that's okay. I'm not used to opening up to people. I write. That's how I keep things from bottling up inside of me. I can't let the pressure build up again... It was a lonely, dark and scary path that I walked just to release it, and I could have gone down farther if I didn't reach for soft ink instead of cold metal. Surprising? It really shouldn't be, I've wrote about it before. But no worries, because I've decided that my life isn't about me. Sure I need to take care of myself, make sure I'm safe and happy and all... but I'm pretty sure I'm more so here to be there for others. Take tonight for example. This girl who I merely sat with at the lunch table last year and I have grown to be friends and had posted a status about needing something to cheer her up. So me, knowing that she had some friends that were going to be at the fire I was heading to, invited her along. We ended up sitting near the fire and just talking... We talked about divorce, how terrible dads can be, and the future of what was going to happen when it time to get married. We talked about having crushes and relationships, first kisses and mistakes. I told her things that at this point I'd tell anyone if it would make them feel better in knowing that I know what it's like to feel terrible and not know where to go. Quite simply, I'm still here because I need to be. I don't know where my life long journey is taking me, but I've been there for the people that need me. I will continue to be here for those who need someone to count on. They may not know it, but I will always keep an eye and an ear out for them. I've seen what troubles look like within my very own soul, and I can see it in yours.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012


Hello all.

It's been quite awhile hasn't it?

I suppose it's all my fault. I mean, whose else could it be? You all have been busy blogging away and putting up, I have no doubt, fabulous posts like you always have.

And yet there's me.


Where to start? That does seem to be a frequent problem of mine... Of course the beginning is a logical point of departure, but it's figuring out where the train leaves the station that's hard. And did I need to take five minutes to figure out different ways to put into words a new chapter, the first dip of a toe, or very simply the start? I know I didn't HAVE to... but it's nice to put my brain to work once again. You see, it's been quite awhile.

But I think I've already made that point here.

What is my point here?

Oh my... I suppose I could take that down the long road of why am I here, on this planet, but to be frank I don't think I have the mental capacity at 2:30 in the morning to ponder on that subject.

Perhaps I should start blogging at a normal hour.

A normal hour... Besides normal being vastly overrated, I haven't gotten to bed before two in the morning in over a month now. My brain can't shut off, and so I find myself back on my laptop connecting with people I'll be meeting at school in 16 days, checking Facebook and Twitter, checking for new comments here and seeing if I have any emails. When there's nothing left, I'm left to ponder alone in the darkness.

Pondering can be dangerous. I used to have a boyfriend that was enough to keep me attached to my phone until my eyelids gave out, but I ended things with him. So I suppose this is now kind of a relationship update... And yes, I thought I loved him. But I also love the rain, to write haiku, and my aunt's pasta salad. The difference is that I wasn't IN love. Sure, it was beautiful and he was a great guy. He was good to me and really would do anything for me. But there were several problems.

1) We never truly met in person, outside of seeing each other at an Albright event.

2) He was no longer going to Albright. A 6 hour long distance relationship built from not knowing each other in person? As much as I wanted to make it work with such a gentleman, it wasn't practical. As a friend told me as I was struggling with figuring out what was best: "He's a penpal, not a boyfriend." Harsh, but true.

3) This I think is the biggest reason.  He wanted my life. He thought he was head-over-heels for me and that I was "The One". As I've said before... I can't live my life like that. I can't wake up to a new day knowing that my life is dominated in that sense. One day I will be able to do that... but I need to make a few mistakes here and there, I need to have my heart broken, to make a real face-to-face in person connection with a man I have grown to trust. It can't happen over night, or over a week. To be in love, I believe you have to first  be good friends, then God willing the magic will go from there. I believe you have to know the struggles that life has given you in order to know what it's like to count on that other person, to know what it's like to have them be there for you. You have to laugh together, cry together, hold each other, wish, hope and dream with each other. There's so many elements, and to have that expected of me was just too much. We barely knew one another, and it wasn't fair to either of us to keep us closed off from the endless possibilities that college is going to bring us.


Those thoughts have been swirling around my head for the past week since I broke it off, and now I'm just ready to face the rest of the world as I've grown accustomed. On my own.

I swear to you it's not as depressing as it may seem.

If I am ever to be truly happy, with or without someone else by my side, I need to make sure I can be happy on my own.

I see it like this: If there can be electric cars that run by themselves, by the electricity that they create just by running... then there's nothing to stop them but time. To have gasoline as back up is wonderful, but to be able to support oneself is important. This is how I see my happiness. I cannot stay happy 24/7 by counting on others to be my gasoline. I need to make my own electricity. I need to support myself. I need to get my life under control, to find motivation within myself, to accomplish things out of my own ambition. Again, I know it's good to have others to be there to support me when it gets hard to swim on my own, but there can't always be lifeboats around to save me.

So yeah... that's been a lot of what's on my mind lately. As school is coming around the bend again, I'm slightly going crazy... I have a few thousand dollars left to come up with to pay just for this semester, then another few for the Spring semester. I have to continue this battle with my ever so filled room of stuff. It's wonderful though, knowing that a lot of the whatnot I've gathered over my 18 years will be going to kids who need it instead of just sitting and collecting dust. And oh, right, there's officially living with Lyme Disease too. But hey, I finished my medication a few weeks back and I've been pretty decent ever since so I think it's become just a waiting game of watching for the return of symptoms. People on Facebook keep on telling me how strong I am and how I have such a great attitude towards having it... but I don't really get it. To me, it's like having the Chicken Pox (which I had when I was little, on top of a double ear infection... boy is that a story for another day haha!) and so why would I face life any differently? Maybe I don't understand the bigger picture or the complications I'm facing, but my room's not going to clean itself, my stuff isn't going to come to life like Toy Story and climb into the boxes for me, and my laundry isn't going to wash itself either. I can't curl up and watch my life pass before me because I now have another wonderful quirk. Maybe someone can tell me that I'm being overly optimistic and I need a good dose of depression? Don't want to let me get too high on this hot air balloon of happiness now don't we?

Yes, I am just kidding. And now I'm just going to sleep. I will hopefully have more for you to feast your eyes on tomorrow, but in the mean time I feel like sharing this potentially quite useless fact with you:

You cannot sneeze while asleep.

So for those who are trying to avoid someone by sleeping, don't sneeze. To those trying to check if they're kids, spouse, or other person is asleep... if you hear them sneeze then the answer would be NO.

Carry on, happy sneeze listening.

Friday, August 03, 2012

Heart's Reality

Oh sweet summer love...
It came to me through a dream,
thought to have no end.

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Penny Rock

What if you could place
this little symbol of luck,
upon cold, hard rock?
Take the penny, make it one
with stone to last forever.
Pennies pressed into a rock at Salt Springs State Park in Montrose, Pa.
(Featured as NEPA Blog's header of the week August 1st, 2012)

Tuesday, July 24, 2012


On February 13th, 2012, the world lost Tom Lynch to a car accident.

On July 22nd, 2012, the world lost Corey Ehret to cancer.

Both boys were will always be part of the Dallas High School Class of 2012.

Angel: Green "Corey" (Glows in the Dark)
White "Pray for  Corey 11.11.11"
Stacked: Red "Tom 3-13-12 / Forever Hiking in Heaven"
Yellow "Corey's Crew" (Exclusive to the Class of 2012)

No matter where we are in this journey called life, we will always have our own special Angels watching over us♥

Sunday, July 22, 2012

A Change of Pace

It's amazing how
a day of laughter can turn
to a night of tears.

RIP Corey Ehret <3


I sit here and munch,
like a couch potato with chips.
With each bite,
my outlook on life improves.
Giggles rise up,
like bubbles in soda.
I feel as if I have more energy
and I'm the Energizer Bunny.


What... what is that there?
Sitting upon a green leaf,
it looks like the rest.
But to an attentive eye,
you'll see the grass is hopping.

Busy Bee

This job is all work,
with getting down and dirty
flying all around.
Soon he'll return to the hive.
Pay day is sweet as honey.

Thursday, July 19, 2012


At this point, those who have been following me and keeping up with the majority of my posts know who and what I'm talking about when I talk about my dear friend Tom... I am sitting here getting a river of tears under control as I realize how much I have been wrapped up in my own tiny world and how I've forgotten about others outside of it.

Life... God there's just..... Why? Why is there so much to everything, why does everything happen this way?

I suppose to make sense of all of this, I should back track to a normally unlucky day.

Friday the 13th came and passed last Friday, and it was on this day that I decided to take a chance on love. Love truly does appear when least expected, so the trick there is not to be looking for it. Although for this summer I wanted nothing more than to find a small Summer romance, I instead was blinded by something bigger than the imagination can come up with. It struck me as I lived my life, and in doing so, had left little room for thoughts about my best friend, Andrew... and no room at all on how 5 months ago he, along with the rest of the world, lost Tom.

All day on the 13th I had been left to my own devices, and looking back now... I feel like a terrible person, friend, and sister. After being gone for two weeks, it was on that Friday that I was back in town for a few hours before setting out once aging, this time to OCMD for the weekend. Andrew wanted time to visit, because it had been quite awhile since we last saw each other. But I was too focused on what I thought was important to me at the time...

My day was non-stop, with going to breakfast with my mum, seeing the doctor, stopping up at Charming Charlie and the Christmas Tree Shop, heading to Target then spending a good two hours in Barnes and Nobles waiting for a guy who was selling me a camera. It was in those two hours that I finished a book and wandered the shelves. It was in those two hours that I could have spent time with Andrew if for nothing more than to just see my best friend. But no. That idea never once crossed my mind, for I was stuck in the excitement of getting my special Cannon.

From finally getting my camera and getting taught the basics, I went home, got my stuff, and it was away for the weekend I went. Even as I was stuck in a car for 5 hours, looking at my phone every time a new message came in and I was deciding on starting a new relationship, the date never crossed my mind, nor did it until just now...

Now has given me the time so that I can have my guilt laid out for the world to read, but now also comes what I have learned from it. Because in every loss, there is a lesson to be found and a reason that can influence the rest of time.

To bring it all back to the reason for this post, Tom, from all that I've heard, was happy with where he was in life when his time came... I believe him to have had the world at his finger tips and true love in his heart. Tom and I had talked on occasion in the years past, yet I never thought he would make such an impact on my life as he has right now.

As I face the world in which Tom was taken too soon out of, I find myself falling in love. I sit here and I realize once again the saying on that necklace I wore that day "You only live once, and if you do it right, once is enough." I'm not some reckless teenager screaming "YOLO!!", rather, I'm recognizing is as that there is a meaningful side of life, every action has a reaction and possible consequences, and no matter what you do, you should plan on following through with everything you face.

The reality is this:

Our time on this Earth is short... and it's true in the fact that in a split second everything can change. Be grateful with any time you get with your loved ones... and don't complain when things get hard and you can't be with them in person 24/7. There are some people out there that don't have the power to be with their loved ones at all, let alone call them up on the phone or see them over the computer.

I've spent a long while typing this up, for I also have my phone in the covers next to me. I've been taking some time to text the one I find myself to have fallen in love with. The more I think about it, the more I realize that everything that has happened here in my life has led me to this point. Everything that is past is past, and I can either forget about it, be haunted by it, or learn from it.

Tom, you have taught me so much, and although I regret not forging a deeper friendship, you have touched my life in so many ways. I will never be able to forget what happened... I may not remember everything to the day, but there will always be something that takes my thoughts back to you. Be it the bracelet, my Troop 281 shirt, wanting to be out in the woods, or Andrew's dog tags, know that I now think about life deeper because of you. To you I will be forever grateful, for I will pass this knowledge to my children, and one day they will look up to you knowing what a great person you were to have touched their lives as well.

I thought I was done telling your story weeks ago, but the truth is... although you are no longer with us, there will always be something that will bring me back to you. You will forever inspire me, and because of that, along with the love from others, I swear to God Tom, you will never be forgotten.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Love's Warmth

I'm searching within...
Looking for ties to the past,
but there is nothing.
My heart's black hole has been filled;
in it's place, great warmth from love.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

The Liebster Blog Award

Blogger has gotten me so far in life these days... I know I've said some of this before, but I'll say it again. I have met some wonderful people and have found a place within a beautiful Blogger family. There have been times where all I had was you all, and it has meant so much to know that I could always depend on you if I needed anything. Anyways, it is by one of those dear people that I am writing this. Greg, from Simple, Life, has nominated me for the Liebster Blog Award. It works a little something like this:

1) Each person must post 11 things about themselves.
2) Answer the questions that the tagger set for you, plus create 11 questions for the people you've tagged to answer.
3) Choose up to 11 people with blogs who have less than 200 followers, and link them in your post.
4) Go to their page and tell them.

So let's get this shin-dig started with 11 things about myself:

1) I am, by definition, an alien.
2) When I have the house to myself, I face inner turmoil when it comes down to the options of blasting music or taking in the beautiful silence.
3) I drink my apple sauce. There's no point in dirtying a spoon and bowl when all you need is a cup.
4) To dance in the rain is something that has always been an enchanting idea, but I have yet to do so.
5) Sometimes I find sitting on the floor is better than a couch or bed.
6) I am an e-bookaphobe, I'd rather read and own a real book than have the nook or kindle.
7) My thoughts seem deeper and more meaningful when they're contemplated upon a beach in solitude.
8) I don't care how hot it is, I have to sleep with some kind of blanket covering my legs.
9) There is a part of me that enjoys doing research and going on a wild goose chase for information, because there is nothing better than finding what I was looking for and feeling like I'm rather clever.
10) I would trade in heels for hiking boots, a dress for sweats, and a manicure for dirt under my nails any day of the week.
11) I have had the song "Suitcase" by Circa Survive on repeat via YouTube the whole time I've been working on this... I think I've played it at least 15 times....

Now the questions posed to me by Greg:

1) What's the best book you've ever read?
Tuesdays with Morrie... I will forever be quoting it and my kids will grow up learning life lessons from it.
2) What's the best piece words of wisdom you've ever received?
See above book, but besides that I'd say the advice to "kill them with kindness". If anyone's giving you a hard time, and you don't know if you should live by the golden rule or sass them right back, take the higher road and they'll wonder what the hell you're up to.
3) Is there anything you ever regret, and if so what is it?
Never taking chances on relationships that could have worked out so well. But when I think about it, everything has happened for a reason... and to be totally honet, I'm loving where I'm at in life right now.
4) If you could live anywhere regardless of expense... where would it be?
I would live in England, anywhere would be good enough for me, but personally I'd love a castle^.^ (Small, I don't want to clean rooms that I barely live in).
5) What is your dream job?
Own a small bed and breakfast, a cottage if you will, out in the woods near some quaint little town.
6) What's the most touching thing someone has ever done for you?
After hearing my life story, called me "strong" when that was the last word I would ever use to describe myself.
7) New York or California?
New York.
8) What do you think life after death will be like?
I think life after death will be an experience. Not quite sure if it'll be rainbows and butterflies all the time, but I'm sure it'll be good.
9) Have you ever had any pets, and what is/was it like?
I have 3 dogs currently, I had 1 when I was little but she passed away a while ago, but I've also had fish and birds. What is it like to have 3 dogs? Well... It is a zoo but it's nice to have them to cuddle up with. It can be tiring, taking care of them and cleaning up their mess when they get sick... But it's like a marriage, I love them in sickness and in health, 'til death do us part.
10) If you just got in your car and started driving.. where would you end up?
Somewhere that's not here...
11) What is your favourite thing to eat?
My Aunt's Pasta Salad, paired with Wheat Thins.

So who do I pass this award on to? I look up and follow a lot of you, but there are a few that have always stood out to me. Of course, I would pass it back to Greg, but the others that are to get this are:

Anne Louise, from Anne Louise
Brian, from Brians Ramblings from the Edge
Jack, from Type of Jack
Keith, from Musings of an Unapologetic Dreamer
Laura, from Grammatically Incorrect English Major
Race Davis, from The Brigham Yog
Sanny, from Unravelling the Mysteries of Life

And now my dear friends, the questions I ask of you:

1) Skittles or Starbursts?
2) If you could go anywhere in the world and take one person, where would you go and who would you take?
3) More so than just morning or night, it is at what time that you look at the clock and see your favourite time of day?
4) If you could be a bird or a fish, which would you choose? Why?
5) How do you eat your Oreos?
6) Why did you start a Blog?
7) How do you want to be remembered after you die?
8) Favourite Disney movie?
9) What is that one song you could listen to over and over again?
10) When have you been at your happiest?
11) Are you going to pass on this award, or have you given up with all the work it entails?

If you want to find out more about this award, I found this blog post: Liebster Blog Award Origins. I hope to read all of your answers, and that you will continue the sense of tradition that has been started. Cheers!

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Dreaming of Reality

They say it's in dreams
that reality is made.
What if dreams come true?

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

A Sunrise for Me, A Sunrise for You

Sometimes... sometimes things work out. It really is possible. After all the time being lost in the darkness, your eyes will become so sensitive to the slightest change in light, that the second the sun starts to rise, you'll see. You'll see how all those mountains you climbed are now so far away, and the beauty that lies in the world around you. You'll realize all that you have going for you and all the endless possibilities. The sun's rising for me, and it will rise for you too ♥

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Should Big Sheep Own Trees?

Stumble Upon is wondrous as I've said before... and I've come upon an online magnetic fridge. There were lines already put together, and because this girl has a thing for sheep, I liked this one line someone had arranged:

"Should big sheep own trees?"

Well... that's quite a question to ponder over.

Because the question was already just silly nonsense, I decided to see what I could come up with to follow that as a starting line.

This, it what I ended up with...

Monday, July 09, 2012

Mad Cow + Lime = ?

I'm going to start this post off with a joke... What do you get when you mix a Mad Cow and a Lime?
I drew this on paint ^.^

Don't know the answer? Well... the answer is ME! Now I suppose I need to do a bit of explaining... Mad Cow first, then the Lime.

I tried to donate blood a couple years back, at a blood drive that was held at the school. I had even talked my soon to be boy friend at the time into going down the same time I was. Needles and shots never really bothered me, but whatever fear I had I swallowed knowing I was going to help someone in need. When the time came, I went down to the gym, signed in, and started to read the packet of eligibility requirements... and something caught my eye but I didn't think it'd apply to me. Well... I was wrong. Taken from the Red Cross website, the part boxed in black is what keeps me from donating blood....

Now, the truth to this story is I lived in England for three years, because my parents were stationed there with the Air Force. So yes, I agree that three years is a "long period of time." But the part that's mind boggling? I was born there. I ate mushy baby food and cheerios, like any other baby. I wouldn't have eaten anything that would have possibly contained beef until I was maybe 2, and even then it's not like I would have eaten it every day.

The bottom line is this: Any of you could have gone over to England, stayed there for a week, ate beef for 1st Breakfast, 2nd Breakfast, Elevenses, Luncheon, Tea, Dinner, AND Supper. You could do that for a whole week, which would be gross, but then could come back across the pond and donate blood. Does it make sense? Nope but oh well. It makes for a good laugh.

Now on to the Lime...

In short, yesterday I found out I have Lyme's. (Get it? Lyme = Lime? yeah, I know... I should stick to my day job...) The following extraneous paragraph sums up how I realized I had it, so feel free to skip over it.

I had been feeling terrible for the past week, and since I'm up visiting my father and grandparents in NH, I just put the blame on too much activity and too little sleep. But I had had a high fever, horrible aches and pains, and no stamina at all. It was on Saturday that I had remembered that I had received a bite from a tick and that I still had a mark, two weeks later. I brought it up to my grandmother and her sister and that's when they said "that's what it probably is!" So I called my mum knowing that I'd need a copy of my medical card, and that's when she said to go right away and get tested for Lyme's. We had extended family over for the day, so I wasn't able to go to any walk-in clinic and we didn't think the ER was needed. Not having any other plan, I looked up Lyme's and I didn't think I had the bulls-eye mark. But when I woke up on Sunday... there it was, clear as day. After becoming extremely frustrated for various reasons, I finally got my father to take me to the ER. During the ride there and the wait, I updated a couple friends and family members about what was going on, and that they shouldn't worry about me. When my name was called, I said my goodbyes and followed the nurse to a room. After getting all the details she needed, the doctor appeared and upon seeing it, told me that the around the bite was a "textbook bulls-eye." All the rest of the tedious details aside, I had blood taken and realized that I probably wouldn't have been able to handle giving blood anyways.

In the end, when life gives you Lymes, make Lime-ade ^.^


So one night, in the wee hours of morn, I found myself on this awesome site called Stumble Upon. All you do is sign up for an account, then check some of your interests and voilà! You're on your way to making lots of new discoveries. So for me, I first added "poetry"  "music"  "travel"  "quotes" alongside a few others to start. After a few clicks, I found myself on a site called ThatOneRule. It's a site with sticky-note looking posts with a message on each one. Each message is something that someone lives by. A lot of them are inspirational, and some of them just make a good point (See #1568). But then I got to thinking, and yeah... this was at 2 in the morning, but what is That One Rule that I'd live by? I typed up the first one that I thought of, and saved it so I could remember what it was. But then I came up with another... and another... and now I have a collection of 8 rules or beliefs I think I live by, so here they are... Enjoy(:

What is ThatOneRule you live by? Go to, type it up and share!