It's a Challenge!

As some of you may have noticed, I have added new elements to my blog (I feel so technically for figuring out how!). I, personally, really like the fish. Did you notice you can feed them by clicking the mouse? They actually eat the food! Oh oh and I put a like button on it? Facebook is all around the web now a days... Even school? In English, we read the book Animal Farm, and as a project we had to make a "Fake Wall" thing about a character. I was the lawyer (blah, he said like two things the entire book) but I worked really hard. Wanna check it out?!?! Haha anyway, has anyone noticed anything else new to my blog? I will give you a candy! Anyone? Yes, you in the purple shirt! Not, you, the bald kid beside you. Yes. You. Oh? No, I'm pretty sure I didn't post that.... You think you're funny, don't you? What's that? Another blogs advertisement? Uhhh close enough *throwing digital candy at bald kid where purple shirt*. It's called A-Z Blogging Challenge (look down, down down, ok seriously, you know I didn't mean you're crotch. Down on the page! Jeez, some people, take me so literally -_-) What it is, is every day in April (except Sundays) I'm going to blog. Now, that would be a challenge in itself. Just to make it a little more exciting, they (as in whoever is doing this) made a rule. You're posts have to go in Alphebetical order from A-Z. That's right, every single letter of the alphabet. So cool! But, I have a tinsy little problem. April is music festival. So it's kind of really busy. But I shall do it! I'm determined. And feel free to join me on my quest for success. It's easy. Click the button. It's free (always a good thing). It should be fun. Do it! Do it! Do it! =D

The time I hit my head....

So today you get to hear all about my tremendous tales of Grade 8 camp. If you don't know what that is, it's basically like the "congrats, you're finally done middle school. But wait before you go, let's throw you out in the woods for a week with all the parent volunteers we can round up and see how well they survive" Yeah, no bathrooms and electricity for 5 days was everybody idea of "fun". Oh yeah and they made us sleep in tents too! Ok, here is my version of the camp. Oh yeah and they made us write in a journal claiming they would take them in for marks, which they never did. If I can find it I will show it to you....

Day 1 (sorry guys, could find the journal so you have to bear with my memory):

Started it off Monday morning with a 4 hour bus ride. I don't get what's the point if all they need was some where in the middle of no-where they just needed to walk 100 metres from my house.... Anyway then we set up our tent. We (or my friends would argue it was all me) invited this... well different  girl to tent with us, because I decided to be a good person. Well, I could describe her in four letters, ADHD. And possibly rebelling against her medication. Not to dwell on that fact, we set up camp, involving this girls mother convincing me to climb up a fir tree to tie ropes so we could have a sheet of plastic for rain run off (a requirement, although I'm sure most tents are built well enough to do it anyway). I got yelled at by passing teachers, of course, but I told them even if I were to fall, there would be 10 feet of strong, needled branches to slow my fall. Oh yeah and btw my dad was at camp too =)

Day 2:

Sorry, I just deleted day 2 because it was boring. Move right on to day 3

Day 3:

(I deleted this all too, because it was boring) So, here is the big part of the story. Oh wait, first my dad had just left because he had work to do in a city so had to drive. We got back to camp and were playing this game called backwards tug-a-war. It's where two people put on a harness (like, rock climbing harness) and are then connected by a bungee cord. The object of the game is to run in opposite directions on grab a ball,  then run back to the centre and put it in a bucket. Simple enough. Well, after watching a couple teams do it, I was intrigued. Then this girl, let's call her Brooke =P came and asked me and my friends if anyone would go against her. Now, just to give you a mental picture of this situation... Brooke is like a foot taller than me and built with bones triple my size. We were at the gym once and I swear she could bench press me (ok, maybe an exaggeration, but you get the drift) Anyway, I, being young and foolish said "Sure, that looks like fun". Anyway, our turns comes up and all the teachers have made a viewing line and are laughing and telling me to stay low. Of course, because if I were to stand up, she would just pull me over! Anyway, the guy says go and I make it a couple of steps... and then.... I realized my feet were in front of me, and I didn't know where the ground was! Whack, I hit the ground and even slid back a couple of feet. So, I stand up, remembering to stay low and kind of stagger forward a bit, before I hit the ground again. I look up, and here the teacher guy is standing over me saying "that's enough, this is just disgusting to watch" So I get up, and start walking back over to where my friends are. I reach to the back of my neck, because it was feeling kind of hot. I pull my fingers away because it was all wet, and realize I'm bleeding. My friends saw the blood and freak out. I'm like no big deal, I will just go to the tent and clean it up. So I drag some of my non-freaking friends to follow me. So, we get there and Amy finds her kleenex, and while handing it to me says "I think I might be afraid of blood" me saying no worries, I have my first aid training, I can handle this. After like 8 Kleenexes, I realized it was really bleeding, being a head injury, and was walking back to the main tent when a teacher is approaching me, with my other friends trailing behind. My first thought? Tattle-tails, I'm fine!!! Anyway, she brought be back to the tent, and told me to sit down and put my head down. Then I heard a chorus of OMG's and oooh ouch!es. Yeah, well apparently when I fell backwards (twice) I must of hit a rock or two because there was like this two inch long gash in the back of my head and I was bleeding like crazy. Now, immediately they had cleared away everybody because people were freaking out, but that was before they realize that some of my friends would be useful to help them get stuff. Anyway, they asked who was in my tent, and I said Amy and Meghan, but I also said to find Meghan because Amy is scared of blood. Well, to my surprise, so is Meghan. She told me why afterwards, but at the time I had no idea. So, I named off a few of my other friends, who brought me blankets and combs (oh I hadn't washed my hair/combed my hair in a week so it was a little embarrassing....) Oh, and then thank gosh one of the parent supervisors was a nurse, or else I might have bled to death, given the IQ of some of the teachers. Ok, not to be rude, but they were heating water over a little tiny stove while there were 5 trailers 20 feet away that could of easily boiled it. Umm back to my story, they are like pouring all this alcohol and cleansers over it to clean it and stuff. Oh wait, I forgot to mention what I was like? Ok, first of all, I was having no pain AT ALL. It was amazing. Plus, I felt so awesome because there are like millions of natural pain killers runnin straight to my head. Everyone probably thought I was high! I was crackin jokes and having a jolly good time, why the nurse person was trying to tell me that they could drive me to the hospital (2 hours away) and I would have stitches, but I didn't really need to go because it would heal fine, I would just have a huge scar and if I shaved my head I would look ugly. Plus, she didn't say this, but there would be alot of paperwork. I was having a jolly good time watching everybody shoes (I wasn't allowed to look up) and try and figure out who was who. Oh, and I should introduce to you, my wonderful teachers who were perform this procedures. I shall call them 3H's because there last names all started with H. The first one is the one whose daughter is like 3 years younger than me but does all the same activities (choir, piano, curling) and she was the one who washed my hair. It was extremely disgusting, they put a bowl in my lap and dumped water on my head, so I got to see really how much I was bleeding. Oh and she was the one that cut my hair!!!! Took a big chunk out of it, she did she did!The next one, is the one that talks to us like we are 6 years old and she was the one who went around telling all my friends "it's just a little scratch". Oh and the last one, my personal favorite is the true blond that was trying to be helpful yet I personally know gets nauseated over people losing teeth... it didn't help she didn't like me much.... nor I her. So yeah, they bandaged me up, and I felt so bad for Brooke!!!! Plus, on of my friends freaked out on her, and Meg was just balling her eyes out the whole time because she really can't stand blood (she stuck by me tho!) and I was just having the greatest time of my life and I was trying to tell Brooke that without her thinking I was insane. Ahhh good old endorphins.

         So, then a while later H#2 (in terms of explanations) came up to me and said (quote) "we have a spare bed in our fifth-wheel if you need it" Wow, what a concept. With all 3H's. All at once. Well, H#1 would probably try to give me a warm glass of milk, and H#2 would tuck me in, and H#3 would take pictures of me in my sleep and possible slip some mysterious powder into my water.... just kidding. I would never say things like that.... I obviously "politely" refused. Then, guess what? I was walking back to my tent and who do I find searching it with a flashlight? A gaggle of teachers. H's to be exact. They claimed the were worried than I had spilled blood in my tent. (oh btw they confiscated my clothes that I bled in and whisked them away to somewhere away from bears). I thought that was a little invasive myself.... anyway, they pointed out a bag of chips asking what it was... I said I couldn't see it so Maggie came over to scope it out for us. Yeah, it was chips and they were mad we had food in our tent. Good thing they didn't look behind my bag where we had hid Tim-bits my dad had left us.... oh and then they asked us what this other miscellaneous object was.... and Maggie said bluntly "that's underwear" which it truly was. Anyway, I think I better stop there, this post is extremely long. So now you have read my troubles and turmoils of Grade 8 camp. Anyway, I got home and my mom took me to ER and turns out I had needed stitches, but it was too late, AND I had had a concussion. But, that was a wonderful experience, and I am the founder of the helmet rule. I will be talked about in safety spiels for years to come, and I'm sure my sister will be proud to say "yep, that would be my sister". Oh and one more thing: I never cried. EXCEPT the time where we were suppose to be listening to Mr. Lee talk about memories we will take away with us..... except I wasn't listening to that, Meg was explaining why she hates blood to me and it was such a moving story and she was crying and I was crying.... and then H#3 gave us trouble for disrupting..... ahhh good times.... good times.....

DAY #6

Why is it day number 6? Because it's the 6th day of the week silly? Yeah, I know I'm crazy but that's the way I think. So, I am starting a new tradition. Every Friday I am going to have Random Question Friday!!! I need a cool name... RQF? No that's dumb... uhhhh I <3 my viewers day..... No, Ok I will brainstorm later. What's so special about this Friday? I'M IN MATH CLASS!! Yeah, again. I'm a really speedy mathematician, and even though I missed 2 classes I was still one of the first ones finished. And it's spreadsheets, so I'm on the computer. It helps I'm a fast typer. Ok, question time!

1. Are you wearing a necklace?
No

2. Does your computer have a mouse?
Yeah it does
4. Do you like school?
Yeah I love school

5. What color is your shirt?
Multi-coloured
6. How many bedrooms do you have in your house?
5 plus an office

7. What song are you listening to?
Nothing I'm in math class

8. What was the last mall you've been to?
My pathetic home town one with only peavy mart and stuff like that

9. Are you alone?
No, I'm in a room full of people...

10. Do you have any older siblings?
Yeah a half brother-ish =)

11. What is the last thing you ate?
Shredded wheat

12. Who was the last person to come over to your house?
Corey!

13.Who was the last person to call you?
Rosanne

14. Who was the last person who texted you?
Corey... again

5:10 - what the hell is this? Where is 15?

16. What should you be doing?
French.... Or science..... Or harmony....

17. Who is the last person you IMed?
Like, 4 years ago? I can't remember...

18. Did you go out to eat yesterday?
No

19. What are you thinking about right now?
How slow the stupid school computers are...

20. What color are your pants?
jeans!

21. What color is your keyboard?
black

22. What do you feel like eating/drinking?
coffee!

23. Are you in college?
No, just plain old school

24. What is the last word you wrote?
I was studying for science so probably like celestial bodies or something

25. Are you bored?
No...

26. How many teeth do you have?
Regular amount minus wisdom and minus the four teeth I got removed.... I'm glad they knocked me out for that

28. Do you wear glasses?
yes

29. What color are your shoes?
white

31. Last thing you drank?
coffee/mocha thing

34. Who do you love?
My family?

35. What are you doing right now?
typing

37. What are you looking at now?
computer screen?

38. What's the last words you said?
I'm only on question 37

39. Do you have lip gloss on?
no

40. Do you have eyeliner on?
yeah

41. Did you realize there was no question number 36?
No

42. Do you have a cut on your pointer finger?
ummmm scars but no cuts....

43. Where is your cell phone?
In my pocket... shhhh don't tell! Kidding we are allowed....ish

44. Do you have any friends named Robby?
no, but my Uncle's name is Bob.... Robert-Bob-Bobby-Robby I guess... Doesn't everybody have and Uncle Bob? I have two...

46. Do you have any friends named Nikki?
A girl on my basketball team is named Nikki...

47. Are you afraid of the dark?
not really but sometimes it's creepy... like when I hear the mass murderer in my closet and my heart rate starts going really fast

48. Did you used to watch "Are you afraid of the dark?"
No.... Was that a show or something?

49. Do you like someone right now?
I don't know. I hate this question

50. What size shoe are you?
5... ladies.... Don't laugh!! Everyone makes fun of my "monster feet"

That's it? That's all? Right when my computer started speeding up.... That sucks. Now I have to study, or work or.... keep blogging haha ok you convinced me. I will. STUDY! Just kidding I can't. Computers are too tempting. I might be back... later. But on the same post I think... TTFN!

Forbidden Love

Ok, so last year for LA we were suppose to write a short story. Now, it had been a REALLY long time since I had written a story. And I was never really good at it! I put alot of time into this one though, but it still sucked. I think this was the original thing that got me writing though... (wait, I just noticed like every single post starts with 'ok'. Note to self, change that) So, here it is. Feel free to laugh at will. I didn't know sometime like this could ever come out of MY head....

     My palms were sweating as I looked down the dark alley. Even thought we had been meeting for over three fortnights, I was still anxious that someone was going to discover us.

     "Love isn't forbidden," Eliza whispered into my ear. Pondering this, I replied "Is is right for a mule to love a horse? Is it socially correct for a serf to fall for a princess?"

     "Your worth just as much as I am, and I know you're aware of that!" she answered hastily. A sudden noise alerted both of our senses. Just rats, I assured myself. Looking into my eyes, Eliza placed her well-kept hand upon the David's star sewn to my vest. In return I placed my on the absence of one on her cloak.

     "I would rather die than live the rest of my life without you," I murmured, running my hand over her fragile face.

     "Then tell my father! His best interests are in whom I marry!" she debated passionately.

     "Quietly now, you must leave. It is dangerous for a young woman to wander this long after dark." She hesitated, and then wordlessly she turned and began walking away from me. I sighed, letting some distance gather between us before I left the dingy hideaway. The streets were deserted except for one homeless soul, huddled in a Russian flag for warmth. The disrespect for this country was unbearable ever since the Port Arther was destroyed in the war. Now the prices of food and necessities are so great that hunger and homelessness has spread through the city. The effect it had on my own self were so great I am being forced to work 12-hour shifts to remain alive. When I returned to my sleeping quarters above an old barn, I was aware of someone in my presence. Turning, I came into eye contact with another stable boy, watching my every move. Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling, I found space on the other side of the room and rested.

     Drenched in cold well water, I arose out of a deep sleep. Aware that this meant I had slept past my shift, I hurriedly jumped into salute and rambled off my apologies. My mast curtly grasped my ear and yanked me down the steps and into a dirty stall in the stable.

     "You know the rules perfectly well, boy, and that is that stable workers are not allowed to leave my property without permission, especially  after curfew! I knew it was unacceptable to take in an orphan, let alone a Jew. Don't you dare interrupt me! From now on you will be working a double shift and be required an escort. Understand?" Wiping the spit off my face I feebly nodded. On that note, he pivoted around and briskly walked out of the stable. I took a deep breath and ignored the sinking feeling in my stomach. No more Eliza. I promised myself we could still make it happen. But for now I had a shift to work.

     An immense pain shot through my spine as I attempted to lift yet another pail of manure. From working double shifts for a week, my body was aching. I looked over at my supervisor. His sleek, business man like appearance was incomparable to my grimy, manure covered clothes. It was obvious which one a woman would choose if she had the opportunity. Refocusing my mind, I tried to lift the bucket again.

     The brakes of a car distracted me from my work later that morning. Curiously, I watched an expensive car park and the doors open. Out of it stepped a man dressed in an exorbitant suit. Turning around, he reached inside the car and grasped an extended hand. He effortlessly assisted a beautiful woman out of the vehicle, and immediately grabbed her waist. With a jolt of recognition, I realized that the figure was familiar. Without thinking, I ran to the nearest bush in a crouch, trying to examine the girl more closely. As if on cue, she glanced over to the shrub I had chosen to hide behind and we lock into eye contact. Eliza's look was one of anguish, and as I looked more closely, I could tell the man at her side was not her doings. I became conscious that she was mouthing words at me. Now. Soon. Please.She glanced over at the man at her side, since he had noticed her wandering eyes and was trying to lead her into a building. Without looking back at me she obediently followed, like a slave would his master.

      I sat there planning what to do when she returned from inside the building. I was determined to sit there for hours upon hours just to come into contact with her again. The sidewalk was thick with traffic as I tried to keep a steady eye on the door. Startled, I realized that Eliza had already exited the building and was heading back towards the car. Quickly I rose from my hiding spot and sprinted to the edge of the road.

     "Madam, are you interested in buying a train ticket for Tynda? It leaves at 7:30pm at the Kingsford train station," I stared into her eyes, willing her to understand the logic.

     "Sir, I would love to help you out, but I have no reason to go to Tynda, Thank-you for offering." The flicker in her eyes informed me she had understood. To keep in character, I jogged toward the next street wanderer without a backwards glance. When I was positive that I was out of view I trotted happily back to my work area before my absence would be noticed.

     "It needs to be done, Eliza, I cannot think of anything else to do." I regretfully watched the tears stream down her face. I attempted to look her in the eye, but she turned away.

     "I shall not leave my father. I refuse to end up like my mother. Anyway, I am sure he would have some way of finding me." She stated, looking downward so I could not see her face. Feeling pained, I replied "You will be leaving your father in a few months time to get married. Why should it not be me?"

     "My father..."

     "Your father nothing. It is your life, not his. Now, there are 20 minutes before the train leaves and it is your decision whether you want to be on it or not." Taking a deep breath, I could see she was making a decision.

     "Yes." The word that rolled off her tongue was so exquisite that I could almost hear my heart singing. It must of showed on my face because she released a massive smile. I quickly discussed with her my plan to move from city to city until I found a steady job. As I reached for my small bundle of possessions I felt a pang of remorse because Eliza only had the clothes on her back. As I told her this, she beamed and revealed a small purse of gold coins as well as an expensive wristwatch. I sensed my spirits lift as I realized what she would have had to do to obtain the small gift.

     "Thank you," I mumbled, but she just shrugged it off.

     "Wait," she indicated as she opened her pocket. Out emerged a seam ripper, and with a gleam in her eye, she started splitting seams from my vest.

     Holding the David's star in my hand, I questioned, "Does that mean we are equal now"

     "We always have been," she replied as she grasped my hand and led me to the train station.

THE END!!!

Pretty cheesy, and I was truly, actually surprised when I got it back WITH A BIG FAT ONE HUNDRED PERCENT!!! Yeah, well, I could say a lot about that teacher to, but I haven't yet decided if I want to announce that...  She graduated with my brother. Like the same grade and everything. I didn't figure it out into at least halfway through the second year, and then somebody told her that and of course she was interested. He had a LOT to say about her, that's for sure. Quote "On the beauty vs brains spectrum, she CLEARLY went one way" ahhh I love my brother. Anyway, how did I get on that topic?? OH RIGHT my story -_- I thought it was really bad but know reading it over it's somewhat decent. The plot is quite weak, but the writing levels good. Quote ms. noname, its "waaaay above grade 8 level." Of course, I was a bitch at that time in my life, and didn't believe a single word that came out of her mouth, but I realize know that was probably a complement =P . Anyway I got into a really big "disagreement" with her (wow I totally had a blonde moment I was like how to I type the quotation marks you do with your fingers... OH WAIT!) Anyway, as most of my friends know I can go on all day about HER. But I better sign off because my eye are barely open. For now and ever ~Jen