Charles 11:11 AM

Not Dickens, but Grey. This Charles Grey is my new laptop, affectionately so named.

Say hello, Charles.

I like naming my possessions, it helps organize my life. But what this post really means is this: Charles and I are going XD. Hardcore. Don't expect to see me around for a bit.

I was thinking that I should take some of the best of my writings from the capital C, maybe edit and polish 'em up a little, and post them here for the sake of my old site's fans and for those not familiar with my earlier works.

What say ye? I think ye agree.

Trip to Beau Comeau 2:42 PM

I'm dropping in a few pictures of me while I was up north for my cousin's wedding. I don't really like posting pictures, but...yeah, here it is.

Trip To Beau Comeau

I had a pretty good time, not counting the sunburn and insect bites. I swear, there are flies there that bite off your skin. I must have made quite a sight, flailing my arms around and muttering obscenities like "Poopoofacedmaggotlayinglowlifebloodsuckingbuggers!!" Try saying that all as one word. Spell check is gonna collapse on this one. Ah, nature really brings out the creativity in me.

The waterfalls, rushing streams, and quiet moonlit nights were worth the six plus hours spent cramped in a humid van with my youngest sibling practicing his operatic solo. My finding a waterfall that emptied into the ocean and sitting on a nearby rock's edge, only four feet away from a bad accident, was a real thrill.

I didn't get much sleep though; I slept on the floor three nights in a row. The last night we slept in a giant tepee with a pine branch floor. I don't know what the natives' secret is, but it can be an oven in those tents. I could almost see them rubbing their hands with glee, waiting for the white Canadians to roast so they could feast. Well, actually, it would have been fine if only I had a pillow.

Now being sans coussin, that's really roughing it.

Las Locas 6:04 PM

My two crazy sisters have entered the world of blogging, following my bad example.

I like to think they're on the right track.

I link to them not only because they are family, but because Claire shows signs of writing talent and Angelique's sense of humor cannot be missed.

We're in for a smogasbord of delightful nonsense.

A Resolution 3:54 PM

This is a personal resolution that I scrawled in my notepad the other day:

"In my Masterpiece of Life, a wall of obstacles shall be my canvas; blood, sweat, and tears my paints, and God's divine guidance my brush."

You and I 4:01 AM

Let's run away together. We'll build a little cabin in the middle of nowhere; we'll dance to the glow of a campfire at night, and I'll hold you close while the stars wink at us. Nothing will harm or touch us; we'll be dead to the world.

I'll cook you breakfast, and you'll laugh at my feeble attempts to pamper you. We'll sit in our favorite spot near the edge of a magnificent mountaintop while we hold our breath until sunrise. Gamboling in the fields and bathing in the quiet streams is where you'll find us. See us under the weeping willows, consuming our passionate and undying love. I'll plant a soft kiss to your delectable lips under the sky's tears.

I'll call you my dearest; you'll tell me that I'm your only one. My red rose, delicate as a velvet petal, sweet as honeyed wine, soft as silk. Enchantress, dance for me. Pierce my soul with your desirous gaze. I only ask to love you, to serve your slightest whim. I'll catch your tears in a vial of understanding, your burdens I'll bear on my shoulders. I am privileged above all to call you my sweetheart, none know you as I do.

You make me sing to the high Heavens. I go crazy with love, I dance and throw my head back and twirl, drop, and raise outstretched hands in thanksgiving. Your love is a symphony so complex and stirring, it lifts and moves me, it transports me into a world so perfect, a world at peace. Each melody is sweeter than the last, with harmonies strong and compelling.

The day I collapsed and you fell, I've regretted ever since. Your plaintive face spoke of betrayal, your quivering lip tugged at my heart-strings. I couldn't face you, so I walked away, taking with me every beautiful thing we shared. I moved into a grey world created by my pride and condemnation, letting my visage pale and my heart blacken.

But you so faithful and true, held high a torch for me, though your arms ached and your legs gave way under you; you clung to the hope that I would look your way someday. You knew, you knew that my eyes could not resist your light. I saw your torch and I ran to you. I stumbled, limped, crawled and dragged myself to you. You held me close while my bloody body stained your gown and painted your lips a deeper shade of red.

I reached deep inside and retrieved my heart, washed clean by your tears. "Don't break this," I whispered. "Never again," you echoed.

We'll live in our cabin again, where in it's main room, in a little wooden box, sit our hearts side-by-side; inseparable, bonded for all eternity, companions for life, beating as one.

Random Rant #2: Wordstock 4 Rant 3:26 AM

Sometimes I don't know what the heck I'm talking about. A sudden inspiration will strike me, and I'll run to Blogger and clack in a few words about nothing. It's all very impulsive. I wish I had time to edit and rewrite, maybe pull my head out of my ass long enough to get these posts out of first draft hell.

The reason I was even able to set up this site and start posting was because my dad lent me his laptop while he and my sisters traveled down to Wordstock. Speaking of which, I better not get any more questions as to why I didn't attend Wordstock IV; I'm 18 (YA, XD prospective attendee), not as competent in staff positions as others, my Home didn't have the funds, and Jesus said maybe next time. Go figure.

It's not that I'm murmuring or having big trials that I didn't go, but please, having to answer this question to every concerned adult or inquisitive teen is starting to irk me. Contrary to popular belief, life does not revolve around Wordstock. I had a pretty decent time staying home, as shocking as that may seem to some of you. Please understand this, and quit asking me why I didn't go to Wordstock and pitying me because of it. You had a kickass time at Wordstock? Great. I'm really happy for you, look, I'm smiling; yes that is a smile and don't let me hear you say otherwise. Or I'll kill this defenseless watermelon.

I have so much to say. Too much, too strongly, too loudly, too impassioned; with little tact, sense, or reason. It's hard to bite your tongue for so long. Common sense and courtesy keeps these thoughts, words, and actions imprisoned. The Word filters and junks them. Thank God.

Random Rant #1: Perfume as a weapon 1:57 AM

I really don't like the way my luck is going. In fact, I don't even believe in luck. Luck is an overrated fallacy that irks me. I can't believe there are people out there who base their life on this superstitious bull.

Anyway, today I got sprayed in the eye with perfume. That's right, perfume. Not the righteous and manly scent of cologne, but perfume. I was bringing Kevin to the bathroom to wash his hands and face after snack, when Sasha came up to me with an innocent smile and her hands behind her back. "Close your eyes!", she giggled. I, of course, not being able to resist a child's charm and sense of fun, closed my eyes and waited trustingly. Suddenly, I had a premonition to open my eyes, and that's when I saw the bottle of perfume and heard a little "Chht!" from it's cap.

"Argh!" came the angry and unbidden cry as I felt my eyes sting and cloud. I was able to forgive her for her bad taste in practical jokes, but did she really think that she was doing me a favor? I've got better ways to clean my glasses.

Another thing I can't understand is when people insist on saying "Me and (insert name here)" instead of "(insert name here) and I", the latter being the proper way to refer to oneself and others. When people use improper grammar, pisses me off, it does. An anal grammar and spelling freak, I may be, yes, but more savvy am I.

Did anyone watch the STEM concert clips on Wordstockrocks.com? Did anyone notice that Steve doesn't sound the same (funky) live as he does in his albums? Bah, blame the mixing or Canada. Either one. I'm going to bed.