BEDD: Surprise!

     Lazy day today. Every day of the holidays is a lazy day, but today especially. We said goodbye to the family, and they departed in the afternoon. Then I spent the evening playing Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess (because I'm oldschool like that) and drawing. I did end up doing some drawing last night as well, which kept me up late, therefore making today into the lazy day that it was. I might do some more, because I forgot how much I enjoy doing it.

     I really don't have a lot to say today. I have some ideas to flesh out for New Year's posts, but they are still really in the beginning stages. I may have to dig up some stuff to really be able to do them, but I have high hopes.

     Today's challenge is, of course, 'Surprise', which I really don't like because it's as bad as choose yourself or your choice. So I am just going to post a picture of the drawing that I worked on today, since it was a surprise to myself that I ended up doing it. And it turned out quite nice, much better than I had figured, especially since Midna's helmet thingy has so much detail. It and the other drawings I did are posted on my DeviantArt, and Midna already has a few favourites, which is a surprise to me. I guess she just has a fan base that I didn't know about.

     Of course, the one on the left is how it's supposed to look, and the right is my version. Longer legs and arms, but still recognizable. At least to me. And that's what matters. Don't forget to be awesome, and be ready for New Year's, it will (hopefully) be really good!

BEDD: Look into the Light...

     Today was a really boring day. I had so many intentions, so many things that I wanted to do and things to start and stuff. And then I didn't do any of them. I don't even know why. I woke up at noon, and then spent a good part of the afternoon reading some Marauders fanfic from the Shoebox Project, because it is brilliantly amazing. I love it because it is a story never told before. Like, there are tons of trio fanfics, and Weasley twin fanfics, but their stories have already been told. We have already seen them grow up, and learned the outcomes of their lives. With the Marauders, we only know the outcomes, so the whole 'how did they get their' is still a mystery. That, and I've always had a thing for Lupin. Quiet and smart, but with that mysterious dark side. *Sigh* Typical teenage girl thing, I think. And young him is just how I like them *wink*.

I didn't think the photos for today would turn out so good, because the challenge is Light, and I photographed the blue light bulb in my room. They miraculously became beautiful, and instead of only posting one as usual, I will show you the ones that turned out the best (so I can show off and because I can and because they look really cool). Not much to say about them, other than that it is a blue light bulb, in my room, that I tend to not use in favour of my bedside lamp. It doesn't really offer a lot of light, in terms of lighting the room.

     Now maybe I will go and do some of those things I intended to do earlier today. Or maybe I won't, and will read again instead. Or sleep. Or watch something. Listen to music. Possibly just lay here doing nothing. It's a world full of procrastination. Someone has to do it. Don't forget to be awesome!

BEDD: 'Tis the Season... Finally

     I was planning on posting early today, but then I got caught up in the Internet, then taking pictures, and now I am right back to my more regular posting time. But whatever, I guess this is just when the universe wants me to write. Don't want to mess with the universe; bad, bad things happen.

     So, one day down, and four to go before the holidays. I am getting rather excited for them, especially when I woke up this morning and just did not want to get out of bed. It is getting increasingly difficult to want to go to bed at a decent hour each night, and to pull myself out each morning. It wouldn't be so bad if there were more interesting things to look forward too, but it's just regular school as usual. We aren't even having our Christmas concert this year, since none of the drama classes are willing to perform. That has always been my favourite part of the final week of school, too.

     Saturday's photo challenge was a close-up, and I finally got a more seasonal picture with this one. I found an old snowflake charm that I had in my jewelry box, and took a close-up of it. It turned out alright, kind of blurred, but the shadow behind it makes it look nice. I was thinking of wearing it, but I prefer my pocketwatch over it anyday. Plus, I've gotten used to the weight from it, and the snowflake was just too light.

     Yesterday's challenge was backlighting, which I am not really a fan of. I didn't really put much into this one, seeing as how the lighting in my room is horrible no matter where it's coming from. So a bit of nostalgia in this picture, my Game Boy Colour in all its glory. I still play it from time to time, and prefer it over any of the newer game systems. Especially when playing Pokémon. Double nostalgia right there.



     Today's challenge prompt was time, and instead of taking a picture of a clock or something like that (since I've done the timepiece already), I was a bit more creative. I found an old cap off a Jones soda from my collection which had a quote/fortune/saying on it that was relative to the challenge topic. It says Donate your time, which I think is a really good thing to do and to remember. Especially around the holidays, we focus a lot about ourselves and our close families, but forget that there are others out there.



     I have a few special post ideas planned for some days this month, and am looking into more things. I figure if I am posting every day, then why not make some of those days more interesting. Especially on the days that I don't really have much to say. I am hoping to do some writing over the break, maybe also a bit of drawing if I get really bored or procrastinatey. Until then, don't forget to be awesome!

BEDD: 12 Days of Nerdmas

     I freaking love weekends. Except when I have tons of work to do. Either way, I get to sleep a lot, so it doesn't bother me too much. Mostly. Another good thing about today being Friday was that it was a  really simple day. This whole entire week has basically been easy. And I got my camera all figured out, with the challenge pictures all perfectly taken.

     I sort of worked on my Awesome Post idea during the day, but didn't quite finish it up until now. As the post title says, it is the Twelve Days of Christmas, nerd style, therefore the Twelve Days of Nerdmas. I have put a great deal of though into most of them, and I like how it came out. I'm just going to write it from the twlefth day backwards, instead of writing them individually or a million times over. I'd love to know which day of Nerdmas gift you would want to receive the most. Et voila!

On the twelfth day of Christmas, a True Nerd gave to me...

twelve bloggers blogging

eleven Timelords running

ten Tumblrs tumbling

nine Nerdfighter notes

eight Trolls-a-trollin'

seven years at Hogwarts

six Pokéballs

five John Green novels

four nerdy jokes

three Trock CDs

two sing-a-majigs

and a Timelord in a Christmas TARDIS

     As I said before, my camera is my friend again, and I have the photo challenge back together. Yesterdays challenge word was broken, and this took a lot of thought, since I tend to throw out things whenever I break them. But I ended up finding the perfect thing for the photo, aa birthday figurine from when I turned 8, which is perfect because this is for day 8. Part of it broke in one of the many moves in the past couple of years, and because I have been collecting one each year on my birthday since I was born, there was no way I was getting rid of it. Plus, it isn't like it was entirely smashed to bits.



     Today's challenge was an out of focus photo, which was both difficult and simple, since my camera can be horrible when it comes to focus. Th difficult part was getting the unfocused-ness to look good. I photographed a little plastic sand dial, and I think it came out quite all right despite my horrid skills. You can even see the sand running through it.

     I hope the week was good for everyone, and that you enjoyed this amazingly lovely Friday. I know I did. I am going to go to sleep now, since I am super tired from the week. Don't forget to be awesome.

BEDD: Polar Bear

     Today was both a dull and exciting day. It was kind of a rollar coaster of feelings, you could say. I didn't really do any work in my classes, which was good, but also made for a boring day. On the bright side, I slept a lot better last night, so I felt much better throughout the day. Turns out when you aren't waking up 3 or 4 times in the middle of the night, you aren't nearly falling asleep in the middle of the day either.

     Instead of doing more review for a test in Biology class, we watched a Discovery Planet Earth video on ecology. It was really cool, and showed a lot of interesting animals and different natural habitats. There were the mating dances of a few birds of paradise shown, and they were really cute. There are a large number of different species of them, all with their own different ritual, and it was cute to see what some of them did. I mean, with humans we just get to know each other, decide if we can stand to live with each other (most times), and get married and stuff. In the animal kingdom, though, things are so much different. I think it would be cool if we had different selection rituals like birds do. At least, I think it would be cute if a guy danced or something to try to get my attention. I think it would be a sweet gesture. This is the clip from the video, and this is another, longer one, that I found on YouTube with more species of the bird.

     Another animal that was shown was a polar bear. It showed a mother leading its two cubs around, climbing and slipping over the ice and snow drifts. It was adorable. I've decided I want to be a polar bear in my next life. You know, if we get next lives after we die. I think it would be cool to be one of the largest predators in the community. Not much would bother me, I would be adorable, and who doesn't love polar bears? They're practically the kings of the bear world. They also have to be strong enough to survive in the toughest climates the world has to offer. So yeah, if the order of the world starts taking orders, I'd like polar bear in next life, please.

     I had fun with the photo challenge today. Portrait shot of a family/friend/pet, of which I chose pet because I love my baby. So I annoyed my cat, taking pictures of her, and came away with some nice ones. Like me, she doesn't seem to like having her picture taken, always turning her head away when it seems like I've got a really good one.

     Since last night's sleep went well, I am hoping that I will sleep well again tonight. Wish me luck. Good night, sleep tight, and don't let the polar bears bite! (Bet you thought I was going to say don't forget to be awesome, right.)

Strange Dreams

     I've never really been one to share dreams, but that is mostly because I never remember them when I wake up, or they were never really bothersome or interesting enough to really talk about. But last night I had a series of very vivid dreams that have been bothering my mind all morning, and I just can't seem to shake them. I would dream and wake up, then fall back to sleep and begin the process all over again. So I figure maybe talking a bit about them, and dreams in general, might help me get rid of them.
     The first dream I had that I can remember was the strangest, and one I can't remember having before. I am on a train or a bus or something of the sort, and I am talking across a table to a guy about mundane things, and we seem to be getting along quite well. He is very friendly and kind, but all of a sudden the dream changes and he is sitting beside me on the bench, and then he kisses me. After that we continue talking, basically like nothing happened, and then I get off the train or bus or whatever and I am at my old house, and I wake up.
     This dream was strange to me because I never dream about people in specific, even people I don't know. It's usually places that are vivid. Also, the kiss was strange, because when I woke that was the part that I remembered most, but it hadn't seemed to be a big thing within the dream. Anyway, this is the dream that is mainly bothering my mind, but there were others.
     In the second dream that I can remember I was at a strange brick building that I for some reason believe was supposed to be my school, but definitely didn't look like it. People were walking around it holding banners and wearing t-shirts that showed the Canadian flag and other awareness things on them. I wanted to join but when I got to the people they were gone back inside the building. So I started walking around, shouting things that I couldn't hear (in that cliché dream sense), and all of a sudden there were dozens of soldiers marching alongside me, shouting with me. Then we arrived at some sort of ceremony, where I proceeded to jump up onto the center stage and sit on one of the chair up there, even though I was told I wasn't supposed to. I had some sort of box in my hand, and I showed it to the lady in charge, and she changed her mind and said I could stay up and I had a very important part. The ceremony began, but then a strange looking little girl ran up onto the stage, followed by another little boy, and they looked like part skeletons. I don't remember much, except that we couldn't touch them, because if we did, we would die. The girl demonstrated this, reaching out to touch the boy, who screamed and turned into a pile of ashes. I woke up shortly after that moment.
     This dream was strange because I felt like there were remnants of my real life scattered inside the dream, but they were just sort of disguised, and it was like my mind was foggy when I tried to remember those things. I feel kind of like I have seem the girl and boy creature thing somewhere before, or some type of them, and my mind is sort of scrabbling at dust trying to figure it out. It's a weird feeling.
     Anyway, I have had the last dream before, with just a few alterations since I have changed since that time. I am part of some sort of gang or group, and we are allowed out to play or whatever, and we find some sort of strange jungle gym type thing in a building, full of bars and platforms that we jump from and whatnot. Well, we get hold of paint from somewhere, and we use our hands to begin defacing the entire thing, kind of like a big art project, but in an illegal sort of way. There is a guy there as well that is kind of my partner or something, and I think I like him or something, because at the end of the dream, he hugs me before we are called out to do something else and I wake up.
     I find this dream to be more fun than strange, because there is a lot of movement and friendship, even though I have no clue who any of the people in it are. Plus, using the dream paint on the play equipment is kind of fun, because I am kind of clumsy in real life, and I can do amazing things in the dream, even with my hands slick with paint and the others jumping and climbing around me.
     I usually don't think that my dreams have many connections to my real life, mostly because I never remember them and they are just images, connected in the most random ways. But after last night, I am retracting that opinion. Some dreams may just be random, but others may have reason and rhyme within real life and the mind. I hope that I do not have dreams like these for a long time, because they were really weird and strange and scary.
     I am going to try to write more often. I know, every time I say that, I end up not writing for long periods of time. But writing this post and the previous post have really felt good, and I miss writing. So I will try. Maybe I will come up a schedule. I was thinking I would try Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, but not really set it in stone, just in case I wasn't in a writing mood, or something else comes up. We will see.
     But for now dream normally and don't forget to be awesome!

These Walls

     As we grow up, we begin to build a wall. This wall is our protection, our sanctuary against the elements, our happy place. As each day passes, we face new challenges, discover new fears and secrets, grow stronger and wiser. But we also add another brick to the wall, another layer to this prison. As the years pass and the wall begins to rise, we cut ourselves off from the world. The ties that bind us to each other become thinner, so as to fit in between the cracks of the wall. Where before an expanse of air housed a steel cable that connected us to one another, now there is only a thinning string. Our view of the world vastly changes, as blue skies and rolling green hills are replaced with marks to count the days. Our imaginations get cluttered as we try to count the layers that make up our walls, and we try to remember what lies just beyond it.
     But we have to stop. We have to break down these walls, and step away from the barriers we create ourselves, and discover the world again. We have to stretch and grow, build ourselves instead of the walls. We have to learn how to be human again, how to live and breathe and see without fearing what's in front of us. Because these walls aren't just hiding us; they're stopping us. So stop them, and start new.

A Return and Introductions

  Kye peered into the darkness between the branches, waiting for any sign of movement that would indicate she had been followed. Once she had reassured herself that the path behind her was empty, she turned her eyes to the one that lie ahead.
  The ground was an abundance of overgrowth and fallen branches as she picked her way quietly across the landscape. Her ears twitched at the slightest sound from the surrounding forest, and her eyes strained to watch the darkness ahead. She may not have been followed, but there was no telling of the possibilities of what was to come.
  She stopped only when she came to a clear stream about three feet across. It stretched as far as she could see in either direction. She crossed and climbed a tree, ensuring that her scent would be lost in the steadily flowing water.
  Resting against the trunk of the tree and watching the forest beneath her, she relaxed for the first time since she started running. She hadn't wanted to leave Trevor behind like that. There was just nothing she could do. Once she saw the blood beginning to pool and the glassy look overtake his eyes, she knew she had no time. She had to go. Run.
  Trevor Davenport was from a small town on the Maine coastline. He had come to Canada to get away from the gang life that had begun to consume him. Then he met Kye. Kye Winters was a city girl, and out in the country she had stuck to Trevor like a shadow. Not that he hadn't minded. He told her once that he enjoyed her company, listening to her stories...
  A snapping twig brought Kye back to the forest. Trevor was gone, and she would be next if she didn't keep her mind in focus. He would come for her next. And this time, he wouldn't spare her.

     I realize I haven't written in a long time, and I've kind of come to the conclusion that it's because every time I want to write, I feel like I need to excuse myself for having not done so in a long time, and trying to catch up on things that I've done and missed. So I'm not. I'll add in the mass of books that I've read since the last time I"ve posted, but other than that, things will continue on.
     I wrote that short piece last night because I was in a writing kind of mood, but Blogger was down so I couldn't post it right away. It really ticked me off. Anyway, it made me feel kind of good to write like that, so whenever I do I'll post it here. Let me know what you think of it. It won't always be about the same characters, or the same time lines or plots. It'll probably be more like a how I feel when I feel like writing kind of thing, unless I get into something that I really like and it picks up.
     Anyway, I'll end this post and get one up on the books I've read, update everything for the 50 Book Challenge. I believe I'm nearly halfway through, which is really amazing considering it isn't even halfway through the year yet.
     DFTBA.

17

     So today is my birthday. I am seventeen. This means that seventeen years ago, I got my first glimpse of the world. And what did I do? I cried. But we all do. I believe that as newborn infants, we can sense the inevitability of life. We can sense hard work and fun times, memories and histories, love and sorrow. Seventeen years of living has taught me a lot of things, has giving me time to make a alot of memories, and has giving me a lot to think about. So here we go. A special birthday post, filled with the thoughts that pop into my head as the letters pop up onscreen.

1. It will.

2. No matter how much I try to deny it to myself, my feet are freezing! No amount of blankets are helping right now either. Neither are socks, slippers, or feet-resistant flames.

3. The procrastinating needs to stop. I can procrastinate myself into the corner, very easily I might add, and it is doing nothing to help anything. It is actually making things worse. All things.

4. I read at a faster rate than I can buy books. This may not sound bad to some people, but to me it can feel like he end of the world sometimes.

5. What is at the end of the world? I know most people want to know how it ends, or when it ends, but I'd like to know what's there. Are we there? Is proof of ou existence there? And if we are there, are we the same, or have we changed? There is too much uncertainty in that kind of future to worry about, I know, but I still wonder. 

6. Does anyone really know what all the keys on the keyboard do? I mean really, mine has all of these weird symbols on it. And what if you press multiple keys at one time? Like <Ctrl><Alt><Del>. If I press a certain sequence, will my computer become a robot or something? I mean really, they could be death machines and we would never know.

7. I poured myself a drink to come down here are write this post, but I haven't taken a single sip. Now the glass looks all neglected, and I feel obligated to drink it, but I'm just not thirsty anymore.

8. Who goes out one day and says "I'm going to create a math theory"? Has anyone but me noticed how many equations and problems there are in the math world? Who comes up with this stuff? Sure, one day I'm just going to stay home and create a problem that no one else can solve, then make up a way to get an answer, and consider it a theory. Who cares how long it will take Train A and Train B to get to the same spot on the track? Just stop them before you kill a bunch of inicent people. Gosh. (That was a rant against the horrible math test I had to write today. Grr!)

9. Then again, I also feel this way about weekends.

10. I really hate it when people make a list, pretend to forget a number, and make the next thought something like "I bet you didn't realize there was no number whatever." It's not that hard to count, or go back and change the numbering. Also, not a lot of people look at the numbering. They look at the words after the numbers. That's where all the information is written.

11. This is the first time I've done a list like this. I think I may do more in the future. Except I will plan better in the future, since I am running out of time and things to say.

12. Everytime I'm bored or don't know what to do when I'm online, I look up to the top bar of the screen where I have some of my favourite sites listed for easy access, and I wonder if I will find something to do or say. I never do, in case you were wondering. Mostly I just think that a lot of them aren't favourites anymore, and I haven't visited some in the longest time.

13. Book boys = <3  

14. This thought will self destruct in three ... two ... one ... *poof*.

15. Not enough thoughts, not enough time. Ahh!

16. I was sixteen yesterday.

17. I will be seventeen for 364 days. That's a lot of days.

Exams = Dementors

     And that is pretty much how I felt yesterday after finishing my last exam of the semester. A total of nearly 12 hours spent in the exam room, and about 14 hours spent studying for them. How we live through these abominations known as exams is mystery to me. I'm just glad they are over.

     That being said, I'm finally allowed to start reading again! It feels good to lay in bed curled up with a book instead of pouring over my textbooks and notes. My mind also feels like it's back to normal. I had today off, so I slept in until 10 o'clock, which felt amazing. Much better than 7am. But things go back to normal tomorrow with school once again. New classes though. Finally.

     I'm most excited about biology. Mostly because we will eventually get to do dissections. No, I'm not sadistic or inhumane. I just think it's interesting and I would like to know if I have the capacity to do it. I know, that sounds a bit insane. Whatever. I'm also excited for automotive technology. I took it in grade nine (it was required), and again in grade ten, and I just love it. I can't explain it. I like knowing how things work, and trying to fix things, and getting dirty. Sometimes.

     I am not looking forward to math, though. I hate math. I can normally understand it, but it gives me a lot of grief. But it's not something I can help. I know I need it and I need to understand at least half of it. I've also got a humanities course this semester: parenting. Mostly I'm taking it because it's a pretty easy credit if you pay attention. The only reason I'm not looking forward to it is because of the teacher. I just don't like her, and I'm pretty sure (though she's never taught me before) she doesn't like me. But I'll just have to wait and see, I guess. No need to assume anything just yet.

     I was in a really artsy mood the other night. I just wanted to get up and do something, but it was nearly midnight and I needed to write my last exam the next day, so I went to sleep instead. I'm hoping it will hit me again soon, because I've got nothing else to do. That sounds pretty bad, but it's the truth. Also, I wouldn't mind a creative writing mood soon. But that takes time.

Halloween and November

Happy Halloween! Happy November first!! Happy I-finally-have-time-to-blog day!!!

     This blog comes in three parts. These parts are going to be written in a reverse order from my intro. Since November is going to a crazy month, I think that this will suit my first November post. November is a nice time of year. None of my close friends have birthdays, so I don't have to worry about remembering any of them. There aren't any major holidays to have to celebrate. And November means Nanowrimo!! But more about that later.
     Part 1: why I finally have time to blog, and why I didn't have time to blog before. This past week has been all about getting ready for Halloween, and also I had another history assignment to do. We are now studying the Greeks, so we had to make a scroll. I must say that I am really proud of mine. I made the paper look old by soaking it in coffee and then baking it in the oven. This not only means that it looks nice, but it also smells nice. The message that I wrote on my scroll was:

"If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can't know better until knowing better is useless."

     I also put a sun, an owl, and an olive tree. The sun is a symbol for Apollo, the god of prophecy, and the owl and olive tree are symbols for Athena, the goddess of wisdom. I did those because my message is speaking of the wisdom of not wanting prophecy, or knowledge of the future. Of course, I did not think of that myself. It is a quote from the John Green novel Looking for Alaska. It is my favourite book ever.



      In an unrelated note to last week, I haven't been sleeping all that well, so I have been extremely tired. Which means I have been half asleep all week, and taking naps. Not good for blogging. Nope.



     Part 2: November the first means the beginning of Nanowrimo! Nanowrimo stands for National Novel Writing Month. During the month of November, the participants are to write a novel, consisting of at least 50,000 words. It's pretty exciting, since one of my life's goals is to write a novel. It'll be good practice, and it will show me if I have novel-writing potential, or if my dream is just a false hope. I'm hoping that it's not. But you never know. Anyway, if you decide to write, add me as a writing buddy. Of course, my user name is Dandelions-Fly.

     I have a good idea of what I am going to write, but don't ask me about it. Not until I am partway through. Just so that I don't talk about it, and then talk myself out of it or anything.

Part 3: Halloween! To start out, I want to say that I did go trick or treating. K and I went together, dressed in our death eater costumes. We were only out for about 40 minutes, but I've got enough candy for myself, and the stuff that I don't like for the rest of my family. I carved a pumpkin for at home, and also one with K, so that we could do our own when we were together. I only have a picture of the one I did for my house, because my battery died right before we did our pumpkins. Yes, I did the dark mark.

     We also made Halloween cupcakes. It was really fun. Ooh, extra large picture.

     Pet costumes are cute, right?



Patch didn't want to dress up.  :(

     Well, I hope you had a safe and Happy Halloween, and that you will forgive me if I don't post as often as usual, but only because of Nanowrimo. So DFTBA, and write, write, write my friends!!

The Tortoise and the Hair

     Yes, I'm sure that I spelled the title for this blog correctly. No, I am not referring to the children's story in which a lazy rabbit is beaten by a determined turtle. I am talking about myself, and my hair. Currently, my hair is just past shoulder length, and blonde. Natural blonde. Yeah, go ahead, take this time to make your jokes. I really take no offense to any of them. Now that you're done, let me tell you the tortoise reference. For a couple months now, I have wanted to cut my hair, and I don't mean just cut the ends off and lets get out of here. I've grown quite tired of my hair, and this summer decided that I wanted to start off fresh and new. So,  I've decided that I'm going to cut it all off. All of it. Maybe leave an inch or two so that my head doesn't freeze during the winter (because it gets frakking cold up here!).
     I know you aren't understanding something now. What does cutting off all my hair have to do with my being tortoise-like? Instead of telling you, I'm going to complicate it even more. Last year, my school did fundraising for Plan Canada, and we raised a hefty amount of money for the size of our school and the current economic situation in our area.
     Have you put two and two together yet? Well, if not, my idea is to donate my head of hair to the cause, and set a goal. If we reach said goal, I cut off all my hair. If not, then better luck next year. As for being a tortoise, I still have not brought up my idea to the coordinator of the fund raising. I have been meaning to do so for the past three weeks. And yet, I have not. I could lie and say that I've been busy, but let's face it, I wasn't and we all know it.
     So anyways, before I wrap this up so that I can get back to the homework that I have been ignoring, I have one piece of news to share with you. My best friend, K, (that's all she is to you right now!) has also started a blog. She is insane and crazy and smart and amazing, and you should read her blog. I will link it ... HERE!   So that's it. Nothing else today. Until next time. Stay safe, my friends. And DFTBA!