hi my peeps.
what's up?
i am tired
i am bored
i am probably going to delete this later
or not
you decide what to do
with your future
or you
(DUN DUN DUN)
how dramatic
will this sentence ever end?
well, its
OH IT JUST DID
DID YOU SEE THAT
QUESTION MARK?
new sentence!
just ended!
yay!
sentences can be short.
sentences can be surreptitiously long and the author has used so many big words such as belligerent and cantankerously that you don't realize that the sentence is over…
until it is.
okay.
i will go now?
perhaps this is a poem?
i don't even
know.
what do we know?
well, we do know that
owls spit out their food in pellets.
if the entire time on Earth was put to scale on a clock, the whole 24 hours being the time of the entire universe,
then our time on Earth would've only been
one
second
on that clock.
i'm pretty sure of the fact that that last sentence probably didn't make any sense
but if i'm totally honest,
i don't feel like going back and revising it
because that's the kind of writer i am.
here are some facts about me:
i am a twin.
i am one minute younger than my twin and he bugs me for it to this day.
i enjoy reading (you genius, you already knew that because of the title of this blog! how brilliant you are.)
i play a bunch of instruments (not to brag - but yes, to brag, who are we kidding-
ukulele, guitar (kind of? i dabble. i love the word dabble…), piano, and cello.
i have read the harry potter series two and a half times -
i stopped during the third time in the half blood prince. you can only read that one so many times…
i have a crappy cell phone.
i was a butterfly in my past life.
i have really bad asthma and
i am allergic to grass, cockroaches (don't ask…), ragweed, tree pollen, and cats.
i am currently writing a book with my dear friend jane.
we have over 105 pages.
she lives all the way across the country.
that's all for now
because i have to go to sleep.
goodnight, my bookworms. :)
Monday, March 9, 2015
Sunday, March 8, 2015
things are annoying.
I like to say I have a rather positive outlook on life, but I'm also a complainer. For example, I am ALWAYS COLD. That causes problems that sprout out of other problems, and that is just a big problem. Like the other week, I went to a bar mitzvah. It had been snowing the night before and was just as cold as hell (that is really ironic, haha- more like "cold as the north pole?" idk heehee), so of course here I was with a sweater, a coat, and a billion other things. I usually first go outside and feel the temperature and dress accordingly, but then I end up either changing the whole darn outfit or just adding more. On the day of the bar mitzvah, I opened the door as a gust of wind blew in. So the first thought I had were:
-will I need leggings with this?
-maybe a light jacket, so I'll be warm enough outside and not too cold inside?
But then you have the whole aspect of "How will I look?" and you realize that it won't be cold inside, and then of course, the opinion of others changes practically everything. By the time I finally head outside in my leather jacket, no leggings, and dress, my mom tells me to go get my heavy down jacket and I realize that yeah, she might might be right. Then I decide to grab a scarf and and gloves and a hat because it is fricking FREEZING outside.Yet again I am faced with another *major* dilemma: WHAT do I do with all of my layers? By the time I got to the coat checky-place where you're supposed to hand up your coat, not only was my coat hanging there, but on that same hook, a leather jacket and scarf was as well - not to mention the gloves and hat I tried to surreptitiously shove in my purse until I could force it closed. I also probably took my sweater on and and off about five times throughout the party. Also, when you're always cold, grocery stores are terrible. I know it's the frozen food aisle, but does the literal AISLE need to be frozen as well?
Moving on to the next thing: when somebody asks for your pen/pencil/whatever and they don't give it back (which is roughly 90-95% of the time). Honestly. If I give you a pencil, you are BORROWING it. Chances are, I have one left, not to mention I am losing pens/pencils/whatevers consistently.
Oh well.
I'm signing off. Sorry i haven't posted more! I've been pretty busy so yeah.
:)
-will I need leggings with this?
-maybe a light jacket, so I'll be warm enough outside and not too cold inside?
But then you have the whole aspect of "How will I look?" and you realize that it won't be cold inside, and then of course, the opinion of others changes practically everything. By the time I finally head outside in my leather jacket, no leggings, and dress, my mom tells me to go get my heavy down jacket and I realize that yeah, she might might be right. Then I decide to grab a scarf and and gloves and a hat because it is fricking FREEZING outside.Yet again I am faced with another *major* dilemma: WHAT do I do with all of my layers? By the time I got to the coat checky-place where you're supposed to hand up your coat, not only was my coat hanging there, but on that same hook, a leather jacket and scarf was as well - not to mention the gloves and hat I tried to surreptitiously shove in my purse until I could force it closed. I also probably took my sweater on and and off about five times throughout the party. Also, when you're always cold, grocery stores are terrible. I know it's the frozen food aisle, but does the literal AISLE need to be frozen as well?
Moving on to the next thing: when somebody asks for your pen/pencil/whatever and they don't give it back (which is roughly 90-95% of the time). Honestly. If I give you a pencil, you are BORROWING it. Chances are, I have one left, not to mention I am losing pens/pencils/whatevers consistently.
Oh well.
I'm signing off. Sorry i haven't posted more! I've been pretty busy so yeah.
:)
Friday, January 16, 2015
s.o.s.
As you know, my friend and I have been writing a book. We're about eighty pages through, and we really need title names! First, I'll give you a background-
The story takes place in winter in a small suburb. Lucy and Kaitlyn Wethers thought they were twins all their life, but it turns out they're not.... It starts was Kaitlyn's biological mother, Victoria, dies. The story talks about their encounters with their mother's ex husband, each other, and the tricky truth that comes with it.
Second, I'll tell you some ideas that we already had.
"The Perfect Distraction"
"The Girl Who Wanders"
"Different Blood"
"The Broken Heart Seeker"
"Broken Blood"
"Every Little Question"
"When We Were Torn"
"I Broke You"
"Isolated" (hahah i know that was the title of my other book but how perf would that be for this?!?!)
"Winter Hearts"
"Persistent Wonderer"
"The Winter Wonderings"
"One Broken Winter"
SO. Please tell me which ones you like or if you have any original ideas. I BEG of you to comment down below with your thoughts/questions/persistent winter wonderings. hahah. pun.
Bye for now!
The story takes place in winter in a small suburb. Lucy and Kaitlyn Wethers thought they were twins all their life, but it turns out they're not.... It starts was Kaitlyn's biological mother, Victoria, dies. The story talks about their encounters with their mother's ex husband, each other, and the tricky truth that comes with it.
Second, I'll tell you some ideas that we already had.
"The Perfect Distraction"
"The Girl Who Wanders"
"Different Blood"
"The Broken Heart Seeker"
"Broken Blood"
"Every Little Question"
"When We Were Torn"
"I Broke You"
"Isolated" (hahah i know that was the title of my other book but how perf would that be for this?!?!)
"Winter Hearts"
"Persistent Wonderer"
"The Winter Wonderings"
"One Broken Winter"
SO. Please tell me which ones you like or if you have any original ideas. I BEG of you to comment down below with your thoughts/questions/persistent winter wonderings. hahah. pun.
Bye for now!
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Forget You
Holy crap, I can't believe I'm telling this story.
Third grade was a relatively triumphant year. Giraffie made a nice appearance, I learned that the word "diligent" wasn't a pickle- yes, for a few years there I thought "dill" was short for diligent- and was the co-co(-co?) article writer for "Just For Kidz", our class newspaper. However, I think "third grade," and I think... well, this.
In my class, at the end of each week, we would have to bring down the recycling to the bins in the cafeteria as a part of this class program called "Recycling Rangers." Most of the class was assigned a few particular classrooms, and you got assigned a partner. There was an exception of four people, two of whom got to choose their own partners. One of the pairs would walk around with a fancy-schmancy clip board and say who was talking to much and who was doing a good job... recycling. The other pair got to wait downstairs by the big recycling bin in the cafeteria to see if everybody dropped off their recycling. That was the job that everybody wanted, because besides bringing down our class's recycling bin, we basically got to stand there and talk. The person picked for that job got to choose their own partners, so I chose my best friend Emmie.
We made our way down the hallway and started to distractedly maneuver down the stairs.
"Hey, Em... Have you heard that new song by Cee-Lo... 'Forget You'?"
"Yeah! It's really good."
"Right? You see me driving 'round town with the girl I love..."
I glared at Emmie, who was, for some unknown reason, remaining silent. "Don't you like it?" She nodded. "Well, Em... Sing it with me!"
I was a very bossy third grader. So when Emmie had a slightly anxious, maybe... apprehensive look that dawned on her face, I think she could tell that she would have to sing. Her shifty eyes darted around the hallway, and out it came. The both of us belted in the empty staircase:
"I see you driving 'round town with the girl I love, and I'm like, 'forget you.' Ooh ooh ooh!"
On we sang, gripping room 301's recycling bin in our hands, and I swung open the door with moxie.
Before I continue on with the story, let me tell you a little bit about these doors. They're the easy swing push doors, and the windows were at the top, probably about four or five feet high. They also had some sort of a grid pattern over the glass, so some of the things weren't so clear to see.
Anyway, we... no, um. I. Swung open the door, clutching the recycling bin, and...
There was a thud.
Em and I gasped. I hoped so much that I was just hitting another kid with a recycling bin. I didn't open my eyes until I realized that they were squeezed shut.
WHY AM I WRITING THIS? ok. So, hi Nicky. Thank you for making me write this. ahhh
I watched a little boy with brown bangs' face crumple and I felt a pang in my chest. He was going to cry, and I was the source of it. I turned to face Emmie for, umm... last minute telepathy advice? She just shrugged and I whispered what I'd seen on all the Disney television shows: "Let's make a run for it."
I regretted it. The worst was that I thought that nobody could hear me whisper that except for Em, but apparently, Mrs. W.'s shocked face proved me wrong. "Um, no, you are not going anywhere! Take him to the nurse right now!"
I saw trickle of blood come out of his mouth and.... he wiggled a tooth as I widened my eyes in terror. Did I make him lose a tooth?!?!
Go, I mouthed to Em. She nodded helplessly and ran off past the first grade class with the recycling bin.
"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!!!!!!!!" I kept saying to the boy. He kept sniffling and making me feel like a fricking idiot.
I made sure the nurse wasn't in the room when I dropped him off and ran off.
And then all the kids in my class kept talking about how I "beat up" this first grader and knocked his tooth out- which by the way, I later found out was just a WIGGLY TOOTH (jesus i hope it was.) and I burst into tears.
So fast forward a year or two, when I was almost a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and I see this brown-haired yellow belt boy who looks oddly familiar. That's right.
It was him...
So let that be a moral to you, kids... um... look through windows before you hit a kid in the face.
Third grade was a relatively triumphant year. Giraffie made a nice appearance, I learned that the word "diligent" wasn't a pickle- yes, for a few years there I thought "dill" was short for diligent- and was the co-co(-co?) article writer for "Just For Kidz", our class newspaper. However, I think "third grade," and I think... well, this.
In my class, at the end of each week, we would have to bring down the recycling to the bins in the cafeteria as a part of this class program called "Recycling Rangers." Most of the class was assigned a few particular classrooms, and you got assigned a partner. There was an exception of four people, two of whom got to choose their own partners. One of the pairs would walk around with a fancy-schmancy clip board and say who was talking to much and who was doing a good job... recycling. The other pair got to wait downstairs by the big recycling bin in the cafeteria to see if everybody dropped off their recycling. That was the job that everybody wanted, because besides bringing down our class's recycling bin, we basically got to stand there and talk. The person picked for that job got to choose their own partners, so I chose my best friend Emmie.
We made our way down the hallway and started to distractedly maneuver down the stairs.
"Hey, Em... Have you heard that new song by Cee-Lo... 'Forget You'?"
"Yeah! It's really good."
"Right? You see me driving 'round town with the girl I love..."
I glared at Emmie, who was, for some unknown reason, remaining silent. "Don't you like it?" She nodded. "Well, Em... Sing it with me!"
I was a very bossy third grader. So when Emmie had a slightly anxious, maybe... apprehensive look that dawned on her face, I think she could tell that she would have to sing. Her shifty eyes darted around the hallway, and out it came. The both of us belted in the empty staircase:
"I see you driving 'round town with the girl I love, and I'm like, 'forget you.' Ooh ooh ooh!"
On we sang, gripping room 301's recycling bin in our hands, and I swung open the door with moxie.
Before I continue on with the story, let me tell you a little bit about these doors. They're the easy swing push doors, and the windows were at the top, probably about four or five feet high. They also had some sort of a grid pattern over the glass, so some of the things weren't so clear to see.
Anyway, we... no, um. I. Swung open the door, clutching the recycling bin, and...
There was a thud.
Em and I gasped. I hoped so much that I was just hitting another kid with a recycling bin. I didn't open my eyes until I realized that they were squeezed shut.
WHY AM I WRITING THIS? ok. So, hi Nicky. Thank you for making me write this. ahhh
I watched a little boy with brown bangs' face crumple and I felt a pang in my chest. He was going to cry, and I was the source of it. I turned to face Emmie for, umm... last minute telepathy advice? She just shrugged and I whispered what I'd seen on all the Disney television shows: "Let's make a run for it."
I regretted it. The worst was that I thought that nobody could hear me whisper that except for Em, but apparently, Mrs. W.'s shocked face proved me wrong. "Um, no, you are not going anywhere! Take him to the nurse right now!"
I saw trickle of blood come out of his mouth and.... he wiggled a tooth as I widened my eyes in terror. Did I make him lose a tooth?!?!
Go, I mouthed to Em. She nodded helplessly and ran off past the first grade class with the recycling bin.
"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!!!!!!!!" I kept saying to the boy. He kept sniffling and making me feel like a fricking idiot.
I made sure the nurse wasn't in the room when I dropped him off and ran off.
And then all the kids in my class kept talking about how I "beat up" this first grader and knocked his tooth out- which by the way, I later found out was just a WIGGLY TOOTH (jesus i hope it was.) and I burst into tears.
So fast forward a year or two, when I was almost a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and I see this brown-haired yellow belt boy who looks oddly familiar. That's right.
It was him...
So let that be a moral to you, kids... um... look through windows before you hit a kid in the face.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
The (28) Stages of Running a 5k
Hi bookworms! Sorry this book is so overdue, but I'm back!
I've been running for many years, but I'm not... the most consistent runner. I do ten minute miles - not bad - but I can do better. Every year, my town holds a Turkey Trot. And every fricking year, I do bad. Okay, not terrible, but I have asthma, and it sucks running in the cold weather with asthma. But I do it. Every. Year.
On November 21st, I ran. These are my thoughts.
1. Okay! I should start running fast to get a head start.
2. Darn it I'm slowing down. Maybe I'll just keep a pace.
3. Fudge. A hill. To start off with, seriously?!?!
4. Nope, Ella, you can do this.
5. It's too cold for this! Literally, my lungs are on fire.
6. Owwwww side ache. Or is it appendicitis? Darn it. ugghhh it hurts so bad.
7. yay! downhill. Look at all the people behind me.
8. WEEEE can I get a 2 syllabled DAYYYUMMM because I am doing goood!
9. Owww it's back again.
10. bad cramp bad cramp bad cramp.
11. Why did I even bother to do this? Like, seriously?
12. This is only, like, 3.1 miles! I'm a quarter way in! Which is basically half! So two of those is... a 5k! Wooohooo
13. Halfway there and I can't breathe
14. How do people run marathons? That's almost 8 times what I'm running right nowwww whoa.
15. We are on flat land. I'm doing good
16. Sing a song in your head! Think about what is going to happen in the next episode of the show you are watching on Netflix! Think about the nice, cold cup of water that is waiting for you when you finish...
17. Last year you got 29 minutes. You can do it better. Come on!!!
18. Don't walk! You're almost there!
19. Okay. Okay. Maybe walking for a second...
20. NO NO NO if you walk you'll never run.
21. Okay... running.... oh my god the cramp is back. What is with me?!?! Maybe it's the way I'm breathing? Sheesh. I don't know.
22. Yes!!!! I see the finish line!
23. I have to sprint now. I know it hurts, but at least it will cut off, like, 40 seconds.
24. OH MY GLOB I FINISHED.
25. WHERE IS THE WATER. THEY'RE OUT OF WATER? CRAP. NO. AHHHH. NO. HMMMMM I'M SO THIRSTY I'M GOING TO DIE
26. Ooh look a dog!
27. 31 MINUTES? ARE YOU KIDDING! I NEVER STOPPED RUNNING.
28. Guess I'll just try again next year...
I've been running for many years, but I'm not... the most consistent runner. I do ten minute miles - not bad - but I can do better. Every year, my town holds a Turkey Trot. And every fricking year, I do bad. Okay, not terrible, but I have asthma, and it sucks running in the cold weather with asthma. But I do it. Every. Year.
On November 21st, I ran. These are my thoughts.
1. Okay! I should start running fast to get a head start.
2. Darn it I'm slowing down. Maybe I'll just keep a pace.
3. Fudge. A hill. To start off with, seriously?!?!
4. Nope, Ella, you can do this.
5. It's too cold for this! Literally, my lungs are on fire.
6. Owwwww side ache. Or is it appendicitis? Darn it. ugghhh it hurts so bad.
7. yay! downhill. Look at all the people behind me.
8. WEEEE can I get a 2 syllabled DAYYYUMMM because I am doing goood!
9. Owww it's back again.
10. bad cramp bad cramp bad cramp.
11. Why did I even bother to do this? Like, seriously?
12. This is only, like, 3.1 miles! I'm a quarter way in! Which is basically half! So two of those is... a 5k! Wooohooo
13. Halfway there and I can't breathe
14. How do people run marathons? That's almost 8 times what I'm running right nowwww whoa.
15. We are on flat land. I'm doing good
16. Sing a song in your head! Think about what is going to happen in the next episode of the show you are watching on Netflix! Think about the nice, cold cup of water that is waiting for you when you finish...
17. Last year you got 29 minutes. You can do it better. Come on!!!
18. Don't walk! You're almost there!
19. Okay. Okay. Maybe walking for a second...
20. NO NO NO if you walk you'll never run.
21. Okay... running.... oh my god the cramp is back. What is with me?!?! Maybe it's the way I'm breathing? Sheesh. I don't know.
22. Yes!!!! I see the finish line!
23. I have to sprint now. I know it hurts, but at least it will cut off, like, 40 seconds.
24. OH MY GLOB I FINISHED.
25. WHERE IS THE WATER. THEY'RE OUT OF WATER? CRAP. NO. AHHHH. NO. HMMMMM I'M SO THIRSTY I'M GOING TO DIE
26. Ooh look a dog!
27. 31 MINUTES? ARE YOU KIDDING! I NEVER STOPPED RUNNING.
28. Guess I'll just try again next year...
(to be titled) Chapter One!
Hi! So sorry that I haven't been posting in a while, but I promise I will try more. Since November, not much has happened, but I'm not as busy, so yeah.
Anyway, I am starting this .... I don't want to jinx it by saying the B-O-O-K word... story with my friend Jane who lives all the way across the country!
It's on google drive and we really need a title haha. So. It's alternating chapters, I might post more, but this is the first one. I am Lucy and she is Kaitlyn.
Enjoy!
Anyway, I am starting this .... I don't want to jinx it by saying the B-O-O-K word... story with my friend Jane who lives all the way across the country!
It's on google drive and we really need a title haha. So. It's alternating chapters, I might post more, but this is the first one. I am Lucy and she is Kaitlyn.
Enjoy!
JANUARY 12 THE WEEKLY
Obituaries
On January 12, Victoria McCartney passed away due to a car crash. While police are still further investigating the crash, Victoria is IMMENSELY missed by her entire town and everybody around her. At only 32, beautiful, loving, and caring, she will not be forgotten. The memorial service for this exceptional woman, daughter, and fiancé will be held on January 31 at 1:00 pm.
“Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly…”
-Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
chapter one
Stepping out into the quaint wintry landscape with its snow-capped evergreens and the sweet smell of the crisp, grey air, Lucy and Kaitlyn hooked arms, mounted their snow-grazed bicycles, and headed off down the street. Though the streets were blanketed with a thick layer of snow, Lucy breathed in the essence around her and decided to take her jacket off. She thrusted her dark blue jacket into the woven basket that had been attached to the handlebars of all her bikes since she was seven.
“Are you insane? It’s below freezing out here and you’re in a freaking sleeveless dress!” Kaitlyn exclaimed.
“Oh, relax,” Lucy replied. “Zoey’s house is just four blocks away, and I’m wearing a scarf and tights and boots. With the chunky knit socks! That you love! What more do you want from me, Kaitlyn?” She smirked but could practically hear Kaitlyn rolling her eyes.
Lucy loved the icy, frigid air biting her cheeks as she rode fast down the street. She relished the sting on her skin and the scent that only snow gives that is practically ineffable. To Lucy, there was nothing quite like looking out the frosty window and seeing fresh snow descend from the white-gray sky. Kaitlyn used to tell Lucy when they were little that Santa Claus, in fact, lived in the sky and not the North Pole, and that snow was just bits of his white beard falling off.
“That’s impossible,” Lucy would say.
“He has a very big beard,” Kaitlyn would answer.
They were very simple, low-maintenance children. That was the only answer Lucy would ever need to answer that question- he has a very big beard. Lucy remembered this on the bike ride and laughed. Kaitlyn asked why she was laughing.
“Life’s just funny, Kaitlyn,” Lucy stated.
“You sound very cliché, Lucy,” Kaitlyn remarked. After some silence, she added, “But it’s true.”
Lucy parked her bike and waited a moment until after Zoey welcomed Kaitlyn in. Though Lucy was never a very quiet girl, sometime she liked to pause her talking and take in the tranquility of things. She looked up at the trees, their branches bare and frosted. Before putting her coat back on again, Lucy thought how loud a quiet Sunday in January could really speak. She heard her boots click on the newly paved walkway and didn’t bother to knock, knowing that Zoey was expecting her anyway.
“How was Zoey’s?” their mother Josie called from the kitchen.
“Fine, but I’m famished. We spent the entire time cramming for the science midterm,” Lucy replied. She combed her fingers through her inky, shoulder-length hair as she and Kaitlyn traipsed into the kitchen, hyped up on adrenaline from racing back to the house on their bikes.
“And we managed to cram a bit of TV in there somewhere, too,” Kaitlyn added.
“I’m going to ignore that. But! We have homemade chicken stew,” Josie asserted.
This said stew was a Wethers family tradition- Josie’s great grandmother had come up with the recipe and had taught it to all her daughters and granddaughters and so on. Lucy knew that Josie wasn’t much for cooking, but this was the one recipe that she knew her mother could fully master. It was rich but not too creamy; plentiful with vegetables but not too much slightly gross celery.
“So, how was your studying? And the TV,” Josie added with a smirk.
“Hectic,” Kaitlyn deadpanned as she set down forks and knives on the dining room table. Lucy considered the dining room a breakfast nook where they often had dinner rather than a dining room. It was a rather prepossessing little room with a dangling chandelier, three upholstered, maroon colored chairs, and pale blue curtains draped over the windows. It was Lucy’s favorite place in the house to unwind.
“Which was hectic, the studying or the TV?” Josie asked.
“That’s for you to decide,” Lucy interjected, seating herself in her chair. After a number of years, they had each adopted their own chairs. She secretly resented anybody who took her seat.
“I’m surprised you guys are hungry. That Diane usually feeds you constantly,” Josie said.
It was not false- every time Lucy went over, Zoey’s mother, Diane, would always feed them snacks or anything homemade. Nonetheless, Diane would rarely give Zoey too many snacks. “The guests get the food,” she would say. Zoey always scowled at her but took the food anyway. Zoey was athletic and had a fast metabolism, but Diane always insisted that she wouldn’t stay like that forever.
Lucy waltzed into the kitchen for a second serving of stew. She gazed at the bulletin board above their old percolator. It was smothered in old works of art from elementary school days and fading photographs that were wilted around the edges of people that had come and gone in and out of their lives. Teachers’ notes and reminders and ripped yearbook pages. Mother’s Day cards and thank you notes. The doctors’ office schedules and emergency contacts. Yet behind all that, Lucy saw one thing that had been there for years that nobody bothered to remove - a lone, wallet-sized picture of her father, hanging in the corner like an unwanted bruised apple at the bottom of the fruit basket. Nobody had paid much attention to it, but at times, she allowed herself to remember her father. He left when she was barely two years old, much too early for any distinct memories of him. From the picture she could tell he was clean shaven and had short but messy, dark hair accompanied by piercing blue eyes with yellow rings around the pupils. She had probably inherited the bright, yellow-ringed eyes from him, considering that her mother had what she called “poop brown” eyes.
Nobody talked about their father much- he was a distant memory that none of them preferred to dwell on, especially Josie. Though Josie always described him as the “non-existent asshole of the house”, the little girl inside of Lucy inwardly liked to believe that he was a man on a mission and he left them for a reason, and would come back someday. Yet leaving is leaving and she knew it was immoral in every way, and so he was almost never brought up.
It wasn’t until Josie called her back into the dining room, wondering why she was taking so long to get her stew, that Lucy realized that she was lost within her own mind. She was constantly reading and new thoughts were incessantly taking up space in her brain and so she was constantly losing herself in them. Lucy was what Kaitlyn liked to call the “Persistent Wonderer.” It was true; of the twins, Lucy was always asking completely arbitrary questions about anything around her and often wouldn’t stop asking until anybody around her answered. Or at least until Kaitlyn answered.
Lucy left the kitchen while her stew was still warm.
Friday afternoon, Lucy had decided that she wanted to walk home from school.
“But it’s freezing outside,” Kaitlyn complained.
“No, actually, it’s four degrees above freezing, so that’s a plus,” Lucy
smugly retorted. She loved messing with Kaitlyn. She loved that Kaitlyn despised it but laughed at the same time. “Come on, it’s such a nice day outside! The sun is shining… You have on your nice new parka…”
Kaitlyn still wore a doubting look. Finally, she gave in.
“Fine. Whatever. Let’s go.”
They were sitting on a wooden picnic table with their bags parked by their feet, both of them on their phones. They were both scrolling through their text messages- Josie was not replying. Kaitlyn texted, we’re walking home. See you later. Lucy grabbed her bag, swiftly hopped of the picnic table, and headed off. Kaitlyn followed behind.
Halfway down the street, Lucy suddenly remembered why she hadn’t been answering. Josie usually stayed home from work Fridays to run errands, she’d been called in for work that day. She reminded Kaitlyn, and Kaitlyn nodded. It was silent the rest of the way home but for the snow dropping from the trees and the thoughts cluttering Lucy’s head.
Lucy learned two things when they finally arrived at home: the driveway had just been freshly shoveled after a late night snow, and that Josie’s car was here. Kaitlyn’s face grew pale. The last time they got home from school and Josie’s car was their, their great-grandmother had passed away. Although they were only seven when that happened, Lucy remembered their tear-stained, agonized mother sitting at the kitchen table with clumps of tissues around her and hoped something bad hadn’t happened.
The optimist that she was, Lucy brushed it off and let out a little chuckle.
“Don’t worry, Kait, we’re fine,” Lucy reassured her sister. She said it reluctantly because she wasn’t so convinced herself. She dug into her bag for her key, only to find that Kaitlyn had opened the door without struggle.
A cacophonous sound emerged from the kitchen.
“Mom?” Kaitlyn meekly whispered, less of a question for Josie and more of a reminder to herself that their mother was actually still in the house. After a little while, Josie responded with a submissive “I’m here” and the girls tiptoed over to the kitchen.
Josie was very sensitive, but it was easy to tell - or at least, for Lucy and Kaitlyn - when she was actually distressed. At this very moment, she looked terrible; like a crumbling, decrepit, abandoned house. Her under eyes were incredibly red and puffy and her nose was the color of a dried out tomato. She looked as if she was breaking apart. Lucy felt herself tear up at the sight and reached over to cradle her mother’s shoulders in her hands. She looked over to find Kaitlyn doing the same thing. Kaitlyn grabbed Lucy’s hand.
“Mama, what’s wrong?” Kaitlyn cooed.
Josie shook her head and let out a sob, a truly grating and heart-breaking sound for her daughters.
“Mom,” Lucy demanded, now extremely serious. “Mom, come on. You can talk to us, you know you can.”
Josie looked up.
“I… I have something to tell you.”
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Shared Awkwardness
Here are everyday awkward predicaments that you all (probably... hopefully? or is it just me?) know to be true.
1. Interruptions
Some of the most awkward moments are those when you are in a (seemingly everlasting) conversation and you want to say something but you don't want to interrupt. Finally, you hear a pause and start to interject, but alas- THEY ARE NOT FINISHED TALKING. So you get the death stare and the caterpillar eyebrow, and they try not to sound rude when you are actually the one being rude, and then (i have a feeling this will be a very long run-on sentence derp derp derp) you just awkwardly stand there and typically, one out of two of these things happens:
A) you spend the rest of the conversation trying to remember what you're going to say and then when you are FINALLY, ABSOTIVELY, POSOLUTELY sure that their thought/sentence is over, you say your thought, but by then the conversation has completely steered off the previous topic that you wanted to talk about in the first place.
B) You're still on the same topic, but then you FORGOT WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY! And that always sucks because you almost always remember it hours later when it is least relevant.
2. Braces ALWAYS.
Ah, braces, where do I start? It is impossible not to be awkward when braces are existent in your mouth. Here is a few things that everybody with braces knows to be true.
1.) Eating. Every time I try to eat something (which is important, as you probably know, to maintaining your... um... existence on planet earth. Your life. Your... not-dying.), there seems to be a little chasm in between the front of my braces and the back of my lower lip, and it is a food hog. I swear, yummy chicken? Oh, I guess I'll just skip that, because I WON'T BE ABLE TO EAT IT WITHOUT LOOKING LIKE AN IDIOT. I can never eat anything of any substance whatsoever in public because I'll just look completely rude while I'm nonchalantly picking food out of my mouth. Like an ape. There is a time and a place to do this- and that is when you're three years old. agggghhh
2.) When they get caught on things- the worst! I have a brand new sweater that I got for my thirteenth birthday last week (I'm wearing it right now!) and there was a loose thread. I didn't have any scissors on me so I tried to bite it off... let's just say I had to do some minor sweater surgery after all of it got all up in mah braces.
okay that's all for now, my peeps... I will definitely try to post more because I got a new laptop yayyy and will most likely be using it incessantly (or at least whenever I can hahahah). So yay! Au revoir.
1. Interruptions
Some of the most awkward moments are those when you are in a (seemingly everlasting) conversation and you want to say something but you don't want to interrupt. Finally, you hear a pause and start to interject, but alas- THEY ARE NOT FINISHED TALKING. So you get the death stare and the caterpillar eyebrow, and they try not to sound rude when you are actually the one being rude, and then (i have a feeling this will be a very long run-on sentence derp derp derp) you just awkwardly stand there and typically, one out of two of these things happens:
A) you spend the rest of the conversation trying to remember what you're going to say and then when you are FINALLY, ABSOTIVELY, POSOLUTELY sure that their thought/sentence is over, you say your thought, but by then the conversation has completely steered off the previous topic that you wanted to talk about in the first place.
B) You're still on the same topic, but then you FORGOT WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY! And that always sucks because you almost always remember it hours later when it is least relevant.
2. Braces ALWAYS.
Ah, braces, where do I start? It is impossible not to be awkward when braces are existent in your mouth. Here is a few things that everybody with braces knows to be true.
1.) Eating. Every time I try to eat something (which is important, as you probably know, to maintaining your... um... existence on planet earth. Your life. Your... not-dying.), there seems to be a little chasm in between the front of my braces and the back of my lower lip, and it is a food hog. I swear, yummy chicken? Oh, I guess I'll just skip that, because I WON'T BE ABLE TO EAT IT WITHOUT LOOKING LIKE AN IDIOT. I can never eat anything of any substance whatsoever in public because I'll just look completely rude while I'm nonchalantly picking food out of my mouth. Like an ape. There is a time and a place to do this- and that is when you're three years old. agggghhh
2.) When they get caught on things- the worst! I have a brand new sweater that I got for my thirteenth birthday last week (I'm wearing it right now!) and there was a loose thread. I didn't have any scissors on me so I tried to bite it off... let's just say I had to do some minor sweater surgery after all of it got all up in mah braces.
okay that's all for now, my peeps... I will definitely try to post more because I got a new laptop yayyy and will most likely be using it incessantly (or at least whenever I can hahahah). So yay! Au revoir.
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