Graduation! It's almost here. Only 13 more days. The word brings a lot of different feelings with it. On of those feelings is excitement. I'm really excited to finally finish high school and get out into the real world. I have been going to school for two years extra then I should have been because I had stayed back two years, so I'm really happy to finally be out of here and hopefully into a life I love. There is a quote I have seen many times before that says "Choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life." I am inspired by that quote because I believe it is a very true statement. I go by that quote every day and it helps a lot with helping me plan for my future. And also if I don't like something I have gotten myself into, I can always step away, take a look back, think ahead, then try again. That is my life goal, to find something I love doing, or try again if that doesn't work. Who knows, I may end up being someone who changes my career path multiple times and goes to college more than once to learn about something new. It may happen to all of us, or we may find the thing we love most on our first try. But sometimes the things we love now, may change in five or ten years. We may decide to try something else. We may want to change our career paths a second time. I'm sure it happens multiple times. I'm hoping that what I want to do, I will want to do for the rest of my life. But who knows.
Another feeling that the word graduation brings is a very tiny bit of anxiety. I may not like going to school every day of my life almost, and being stressed to the breaking point with homework and tests, but I've come to know this life very much, and to know my life is going to suddenly change to a more serious matter in only 13 days it a little nerve-racking. To think that your life could change that quickly with just the ending of a school year is very bewildering. I thought school would never end and I would be stuck here for the rest of my life, and now it's ending so quickly. I almost can't believe it. I know pretty much exactly what I want to do afterwards, but it almost seems impossible at the moment. How am I going to get there? Will I even succeed if I do manage to get there? Will I actually be as happy as I think I will when I get there? Do I really want to do this? Sometimes I want to write all these questions down, put them under my pillow and just sleep the rest of the year away and maybe that will help. Yeah I know my logic of that doesn't make sense but to me it's how I feel.
I also feel a little bit of fear about going out into the real world. Will I be able to succeed? Will I have the money to support myself and my cat? What will happen to my family when I'm gone? Will they be okay? Will I be okay? All of these thoughts put fear into me, but sometimes I can't help but think about them. I was perfectly happy with the idea of moving out and going out on my own. Every kid can't wait till they can move out and be on their own, but once you get there, you almost go into shock. I actually made it, now what? You almost don't know what to do anymore. Sometimes it's okay to not know what to do. You have a whole new life ahead of you to decide. And it's never too late to do something until the day you pass on. But that still shouldn't stop you from doing what you want while you are still young. I would rather do everything while I'm still young and fit, and save some of the smaller, everyday things for when I'm older and can't quite do the youthful things anymore. But either way, as long as I'm happy, I will be able to pass away happy.
I think though that my strongest feelings are excitement that it's finally over and I never have to come back again. I may decide to once or twice to say hi to my favorite teachers, but I probably won't come back for any other reason. And I'll be sure to make it quick. It's 12 days left. It feels like forever though. The stress of all this is making me not want to do anything, even when I'm at home I don't really want to do anything but watch t.v. or even just sleep the rest of the day away. Of course I don't do that. I force myself to do something just to keep my mind occupied, but I really don't want to do anything. But knowing that there are only 12 days left makes me feel a bit better. Especially as each number of days left gets smaller and smaller.
Hopefully then I'll be all good to want to do things and be less stressed for the summer. Then I'll be all set to do whatever I set out to do. I can't wait!
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Love
In the movie called Tuesdays with Morrie, Morrie talks about a couple of topics that he feels are important for others to know and understand. One of those topics is love.
I see love in many different ways. The phrase "My true love" doesn't have to mean that your true love is the person you are dating or married to. I got this from watching a t.v. show, it never really specified exactly in these words, but watching it you get the idea. Your true love is the person to whom your love to is true and you know it will always be so for the rest of your life. It could be your parents, a best friend, your siblings, or whomever. You don't even have to love a person in order to be in love. It could be your pets, mother nature, or it could even be an inanimate object, like a car, or your favorite rock, or something like that. Love comes in many different forms and it doesn't have to be with people. Those are the ways I think of love. At least that's all I can think about at the moment.
The movie Tuesdays with Morrie kind of makes you think differently about a lot of things. I live my life the way I always have, but I think a bit differently at times. Only sometimes, but it's enough for me. I'm now even more excited about the life I have ahead of me.
Movies like this one are ones I normally wouldn't watch because they aren't my kind of movies, but I kinda liked this one. It was sad, but it does make you think about how you might be living your life at that moment and if it's making you happy or not. I know that, even though I'm so stressed out that I don't want to do anything because of school and all that, I do know that once I'm out of school I'm going to be a very happy person. I love the idea of the life that I have planned out ahead for me. It makes me happy to think about and makes me really excited. Even more excited than I was about two weeks ago. And once school ends, I'm going to do everything I can to make it happen.
The movie Tuesdays with Morrie kind of makes you think differently about a lot of things. I live my life the way I always have, but I think a bit differently at times. Only sometimes, but it's enough for me. I'm now even more excited about the life I have ahead of me.
Movies like this one are ones I normally wouldn't watch because they aren't my kind of movies, but I kinda liked this one. It was sad, but it does make you think about how you might be living your life at that moment and if it's making you happy or not. I know that, even though I'm so stressed out that I don't want to do anything because of school and all that, I do know that once I'm out of school I'm going to be a very happy person. I love the idea of the life that I have planned out ahead for me. It makes me happy to think about and makes me really excited. Even more excited than I was about two weeks ago. And once school ends, I'm going to do everything I can to make it happen.
Monday, May 5, 2014
My Future Career
I have a lot of things I plan on or want to do in the future. This summer after I graduate I plan on staying home and doing all the fun things that my family has been planning. Once it starts to get cold and all those fun things aren't as interesting to think of doing because of the cold, I plan on going into training for the Coast Guard. It gives me an excuse to live by the ocean, hopefully not in a city though. I hate cities. I could live in a small town next to the city where they station me. That would be nice. I have yet to contact a recruiter about the kinds of possibilities that would be available to me. I do plan on doing that very soon though. I'll even do some research about the things I could get. I would like to be in the coast guard full time, but there is a possibility that I would be placed in the reserves and only work a couple weekends a month or so. If that's the case I'll get a second job which will be okay. I'll get one that I like. I want something to do with animals so it will either be a kind of part time job at a vet's office or full time at a pet store. Or both depending on how busy I will be in the future. Also with any job I get, I would like to be on the night shift because I'm so not an early morning person. I have enough trouble getting up at 6 to go to school.
But anyway, if I like what they have me doing in the coast guard, I will decide to stay, but if I don't really like it too much then I'll go to college and get a degree in Wildlife Biology or Zoology. And if the biology thing doesn't work out too well, I would love to become an astronomer and study space and stars and stuff. It's one very interesting topic for me. To think that there has to be extraterrestrials out there among the trillions of stars and even twice as many planets. Thinking about it makes me even more interested and excited that we are getting closer to finding one of those thousands of earths. The possibilities are endless.
I hope everything works out and that I do get into the coast guard. But it they don't have what I'm looking for or don't really need me then I plan on going into the air force. I kind of want to do the navy also, but at times you get stationed out on a boat for at least 6 months at a time a some point and I couldn't do that. Not because I don't like being out on the ocean, I love that idea. The reason I couldn't do that is because of my cat. She gets lazy when I'm away for more than a weekend and I know she really misses me. And even if I'm away for a weekend I start feeling a little lost because I always wake up in the morning with my cat in my room or waking me up herself. When I'm away I feel kinda strange because she isn't there. I always hear a noise that sounds like a cat for a second and then when I realize that it wasn't, I get kind of sad. Some people look at their kids and would be very depressed if something happened to them. For me, my cat is my child, my baby, so whenever I'm away from her I feel sad that she isn't there. I know it sounds weird to some people but it's the way I feel for my cat. I couldn't stand being away from her for that long. I know I will have to in order to do training for whatever branch I choose to go into, but that is the only six months that I ever want to be away from her until it's time for her to go in hopefully 10 years, maybe 15. That would be really nice. But that's the reason I am iffy on the navy because being out six months at a time, and probably once a year or every two would kill me because even though my parents would be looking out for her for me, I just cant help but think that she might start to move away from me because I'm gone so much and so long. It kills me to think about it and I wouldn't be able to stand it. But that's just me. I know there are people out there who feel the same for their pets. I would love to be out at sea. I would love to get a nice, decent sized sail boat and at least once a year for a whole week, just spend the whole week out on the ocean. And because it's my boat, I would bring my cat with me. She doesn't have to go out on the deck, she is an indoor cat anyway and doesn't like to be outside. That would be nice. I would still love to have that house on a cliff over the ocean with a small path leading down to a private beach. That would be an amazing spot to live. I do plan on having the house a couple yards from the cliffs edge so that a storm doesn't throw it off and destroy it. But it would be awesome to watch the storms come in from the sea.
Okay, back to my career. I have looked at, only quickly at the moment, some of the things that the coast guard would have. They have a lot of cool things that I would be interested in. Hopefully when I contact them they would have those opportunities for me to take. Some of them even include doing stuff for the environment. I would join the coast guard to help with people who are stuck on sinking boats and things, but honestly, I'm not the kind of person who wants to help people. I hate people in general, but obviously I know there are some pretty cool people. There are only a few individuals I actually do hate. But humans I find are in general, becoming really....Let's just say they are not very smart, and there are people who go, "Oh let's go save the planet." but those are usually the same people who don't do it themselves and on days like Earth Day, do the complete opposite of what they should do. I just don't get people anymore. I've tried, but have given up. So the only thing I would go into the coast guard for is to help with the environment. They do things like oil spill clean ups, and other things like ice breaking to help with boats going through. That last part would be way more up north, which would be nice one day, but I think I would prefer staying here in New Hampshire. I either want to live in New Hampshire or Maine. If I had to choose somewhere else I think I would choose Maine. Maybe northern Maine. That sounds nice. It makes me happy to think of all the possibilities that are out there for someone like me. Especially if I decide to go to college through the coast guard or whatever branch of the military I decide to join, I have so much more potential then a lot of other people do. And after 20 years of being in the service I could retire. I could be 40 years old and retired if I decided to stay in the service for that long. I might be slightly off, but it's close enough. That's a long time to be able to do whatever after retirement. It's nice to think about. I'm actually excited for the life ahead of me. And recently I broke up with my boyfriend because I wasn't feeling quite ready for a relationship anymore. Who knows, I may never be, but the thought of being able to do anything without having to think about the other person makes me feel so much more free to go out into the world. I feel bad that I hurt his feelings and had to break up with him, but I'm not going to keep it from doing things that make me happy. So I'm going to put on a big happy face and go out into the world and see where it decides to take me.
But anyway, if I like what they have me doing in the coast guard, I will decide to stay, but if I don't really like it too much then I'll go to college and get a degree in Wildlife Biology or Zoology. And if the biology thing doesn't work out too well, I would love to become an astronomer and study space and stars and stuff. It's one very interesting topic for me. To think that there has to be extraterrestrials out there among the trillions of stars and even twice as many planets. Thinking about it makes me even more interested and excited that we are getting closer to finding one of those thousands of earths. The possibilities are endless.
I hope everything works out and that I do get into the coast guard. But it they don't have what I'm looking for or don't really need me then I plan on going into the air force. I kind of want to do the navy also, but at times you get stationed out on a boat for at least 6 months at a time a some point and I couldn't do that. Not because I don't like being out on the ocean, I love that idea. The reason I couldn't do that is because of my cat. She gets lazy when I'm away for more than a weekend and I know she really misses me. And even if I'm away for a weekend I start feeling a little lost because I always wake up in the morning with my cat in my room or waking me up herself. When I'm away I feel kinda strange because she isn't there. I always hear a noise that sounds like a cat for a second and then when I realize that it wasn't, I get kind of sad. Some people look at their kids and would be very depressed if something happened to them. For me, my cat is my child, my baby, so whenever I'm away from her I feel sad that she isn't there. I know it sounds weird to some people but it's the way I feel for my cat. I couldn't stand being away from her for that long. I know I will have to in order to do training for whatever branch I choose to go into, but that is the only six months that I ever want to be away from her until it's time for her to go in hopefully 10 years, maybe 15. That would be really nice. But that's the reason I am iffy on the navy because being out six months at a time, and probably once a year or every two would kill me because even though my parents would be looking out for her for me, I just cant help but think that she might start to move away from me because I'm gone so much and so long. It kills me to think about it and I wouldn't be able to stand it. But that's just me. I know there are people out there who feel the same for their pets. I would love to be out at sea. I would love to get a nice, decent sized sail boat and at least once a year for a whole week, just spend the whole week out on the ocean. And because it's my boat, I would bring my cat with me. She doesn't have to go out on the deck, she is an indoor cat anyway and doesn't like to be outside. That would be nice. I would still love to have that house on a cliff over the ocean with a small path leading down to a private beach. That would be an amazing spot to live. I do plan on having the house a couple yards from the cliffs edge so that a storm doesn't throw it off and destroy it. But it would be awesome to watch the storms come in from the sea.
Okay, back to my career. I have looked at, only quickly at the moment, some of the things that the coast guard would have. They have a lot of cool things that I would be interested in. Hopefully when I contact them they would have those opportunities for me to take. Some of them even include doing stuff for the environment. I would join the coast guard to help with people who are stuck on sinking boats and things, but honestly, I'm not the kind of person who wants to help people. I hate people in general, but obviously I know there are some pretty cool people. There are only a few individuals I actually do hate. But humans I find are in general, becoming really....Let's just say they are not very smart, and there are people who go, "Oh let's go save the planet." but those are usually the same people who don't do it themselves and on days like Earth Day, do the complete opposite of what they should do. I just don't get people anymore. I've tried, but have given up. So the only thing I would go into the coast guard for is to help with the environment. They do things like oil spill clean ups, and other things like ice breaking to help with boats going through. That last part would be way more up north, which would be nice one day, but I think I would prefer staying here in New Hampshire. I either want to live in New Hampshire or Maine. If I had to choose somewhere else I think I would choose Maine. Maybe northern Maine. That sounds nice. It makes me happy to think of all the possibilities that are out there for someone like me. Especially if I decide to go to college through the coast guard or whatever branch of the military I decide to join, I have so much more potential then a lot of other people do. And after 20 years of being in the service I could retire. I could be 40 years old and retired if I decided to stay in the service for that long. I might be slightly off, but it's close enough. That's a long time to be able to do whatever after retirement. It's nice to think about. I'm actually excited for the life ahead of me. And recently I broke up with my boyfriend because I wasn't feeling quite ready for a relationship anymore. Who knows, I may never be, but the thought of being able to do anything without having to think about the other person makes me feel so much more free to go out into the world. I feel bad that I hurt his feelings and had to break up with him, but I'm not going to keep it from doing things that make me happy. So I'm going to put on a big happy face and go out into the world and see where it decides to take me.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Living in the Northcountry
Since moving up here to New England after turning 11, I've been so much happier than I was when I lived in Colorado. We moved 3 times total. From Colorado to Vermont, then from Vermont to New Hampshire, and we then moved once more but stayed in New Hampshire. Each time me and my family moved, I have become more and more happy. Lately though I have been stressing out on school and what I'm going to do when it's over because I want to do so many things all at once even though I know it's not possible and there are also people who say otherwise and I get all confused. Somethings people say I think they are making up so that I won't do something, but I am not quite sure yet if it is true or not. But I will find out and if they are making it up I will do it anyway just to show them that you can't tell me what I can and can't do, just because you want me to do one thing and not the other. My boyfriend has been doing that. I have been thinking about going into the military after high school, but he doesn't want me to because then he 'won't see me for a long time' as he says. The other day when I was at his house he had told me this again, and then also said that my dad doesn't want me to either and really wants me to move in with him because that way he can see me more often even after I graduate. I really think that was made up just so that he can get me to move in with him and not decide to do the military. I plan on talking to my dad about that and if he says otherwise, then I will go into the military. Maybe I'll choose coast guard. It'll give me an excuse to go and live closer to the ocean. That's one of my dream places. A house on the top of a large cliff right off the ocean with a small path leading down to a small private beach.
But anyways, back to my 8 years living in the north country. My childhood memory posted previously explained most of what I remembered about living in Vermont. It was only a few months anyways so there wasn't very much of a chance to make many memories. Though I do remember that my mom's friend's house was right next to a big field where her neighbor, who was a farmer, let his cows roam every summer. My brother and I loved going to play in it. There was also a really cool spot at the edge of the field where we would head into the forest. Once in the forest we zigzagged down a small hill that led to a river. At the point where we stopped by the river there was a really nice waterfall. When it got cold and there was snow on the ground, we would go back to check the fall, and we were amazed by how pretty it looked. It would be completely frozen over, which now that I've been here for awhile it isn't surprising especially because it wasn't that big of a fall. It was maybe two feet high. But it was really pretty, the ice would look like a very light blue that almost matched the color of the summer sky in the morning when it's not quite the deep blue of midday. That's pretty much the most I can remember of the three or so months of living in Vermont.
Then we moved to an apartment in Littleton New Hampshire. I started the school there and was really happy. Made a friend, even went to her house a couple of times. I would get upset at times because towards the end of the year, I had made a couple of friends, and we would do partner work on some things and the people I had made friends with would choose each other and I would get stuck with the kid no one liked because he could be a jerk. I know he wasn't all the time, but when he didn't get what he wanted he would get cocky and start being a jerk about it. So no one liked him at all because of it. He would even get really cocky with the teachers and when they sent him out for something he would get really upset and stomp out of the room and slam the door behind him or something like that. But anyways once he wasn't in any of my classes in the future years I felt a bit better because I wouldn't have to feel awkward when he had a temper towards the teachers and everything. There aren't too many school memories that were very important or that I would really want to remember. Thinking back on it now, I don't even know why I even liked that school. There were only three people out of the maybe 5 or 10 that I was friends with, that I wouldn't mind seeing again. Everyone else I think "Why was I even friends with you?" But anyways. The memories that were important to me and that I hope I will always remember are the ones that happened when I wasn't in school.
I think it was that summer after I first started school there in Littleton, my mom and dad put my brother and me in the car and we went for a long drive. They didn't tell us where we were going, they told us it was a surprise for us. About 2 1/2 hours later, we pulled onto the main road of Hampton NH. At least I think it's the main road but I'm not sure. It's the road that goes along the board walk next to the ocean.
But because of the big storm wall that was there I still wasn't sure where we were until we came across a break in the wall as we were looking for a place to park. Then me and my brother, at the same time, said "The ocean!" in kind of a gasping awe. I got really excited. We found a place to park and went down to the beach. The water was freezing, and I also didn't really have the proper cloths on so I didn't go into the water. That and the air wasn't that warm either, it was probably even before school ended that first year because it was just then starting to warm up, so with the air kinda chilly, and the cold air coming off the ocean, it made it kind of cold. It still wasn't that bad, but it wasn't warm enough to go into the water completely, even though, being young kids, me and my brother managed to get soaked anyway. My brother had found a big chunk of sea weed and was so excited. He carried it around all day. Then my dad kept telling him that he had to put it down and leave it there at the beach. He couldn't bring it home. But my brother really wanted to keep that sea weed, he actually even cried because he couldn't take it home. It's a funny story to tell, but it's also understandable as he was only 7 years old I think. Kids want to keep everything they touch.
Also, almost year round, we would look up at the woods that were in our back yard, which weren't that big as the highway ran through them about 100 yards from the edge of the woods, maybe a little more. But we would look into the woods and every once in awhile we would see something move, and looking more intently and closer, we would eventually see that it would be a deer or even two deer at times. We then eventually bought some deer feed and syrup and put it up there for them and every once in awhile see them feeding on our pile of stuff. Then the summer before we moved we had a black bear destroy our bird feeders. So then we decided to put the feed on the ground instead, that way we wouldn't have to replace another feeder. The next day, there was a pretty big, but not fully grown either, black bear 5 feet from our living room window, eating the feed that was on the ground. I thought it was awesome. We would make piles of bird seed on the ground for her. I even gave her a name. It was Midnight. Me and my family respect nature, so, even though we may put out food for them, we make sure we don't go near the animals, try to make them trust humans. Actually when someone comes around while the animals are eating what we put down for them, when the animals run off are happy because that means they aren't used to humans and it's a good thing. So we would make sure Midnight would run off every time someone came outside or moved around.
Then we found a cheap trailer house in Fox Hill Lane in Franconia New Hampshire. After moving there I was really excited. I started school here at Profile About a week or so before Thanksgiving break. Then before Holiday break I heard about an instructional ski/snowboard program, and got even more excited. I grabbed a form and took it to my parents. I thought that this year I would try snowboarding, then next try skiing, and find the one that I thought would be better for me. Turns out that it was skiing, so for the rest of my career in high school I went with skiing every year. In 9th grade, one of my friends I found was hanging out with one of the kids I used to hate when I was going to Littleton school because he would be hanging out with the bullies and all that. But while hanging out with my friend, who was also hanging out with the kid I didn't like, I started talking to him and surprisingly, we actually became best friends. He has been my best friend since. He makes me laugh and we have good conversations. He is the only best friend I have where I can have a normal conversation with. My other best friend, we try to have normal conversations, but when we try it doesn't work out and we end up making funny jokes and things about it. Which is cool. I think everyone needs at least two friends. One for normal conversations and can be funny too, and a friend where you just can't talk without laughing about something or making jokes. So these only two best friends I have are all I need. I'm planing, whether they know or not, to always keep in touch and to at least say hi every once in awhile. If I can manage that, then I'll be happy. Even if for some reason I end up living alone in my own house, I'll at least have some friends that I'll always be able to talk to about anything and they won't judge me. I can trust these two people.
Well anyways. The first winter we moved to Franconia we also found that there is an ice skating rink behind the local library. It wasn't my first time skating, I had started to learn to skate in Littleton, but for some reason I got better really fast. I think the first day we went to the ice rink I was skating like I have been doing it all year last year, which I actually only did like, maybe once the year before. But it made me happy. The next couple of days at the rink I picked up a hockey stick and started hitting pucks around. Eventually, that same year, I ended up playing a match with my brother, my dad, and a few other people. It was fun. We even did rollerblading in the summer and played street hockey with a ball. During one holiday break a few years ago, I think it might have been in my freshman year, we had gotten one of those rubber, blow up snow sleds. We decided to take it out to Remik park in Littleton to go sledding. My first run with my brother and we crashed, I ended up seriously injuring my back. I had trouble getting up and off the hill where I crashed. My parents think that my brother's knee had hit my back when we tumbled and that's what hurt it. Either way I wasn't exactly miserable, but I was in a lot of pain for the rest of the day. I wasn't miserable at all actually. I was really kinda laughing at the whole accident. It didn't paralize me, I was able to move, I didn't even go to the dr.'s office. I think I did do some pretty good damage to my lower back because, even now, it will start acting up every once in awhile, or if I stretch it the wrong way, or am bent over doing something for a long time, it's really hard to move because it hurts a lot in that same spot where I got hit too, but it's healed enough where I can still function and even if I have to do something that will hurt it, I will suck it up, and pull through the pain some way or another. Though I think, in time, I will go in and get it checked out, maybe order a back brace or something if I have to. I know I did some damage to my back, I don't know exactly what, if it's a torn muscle that is taking a really long time to heal because of the stuff that I do. My doctor that I had before took a quick look at it and felt around and poked and all that and told me that it was just a torn muscle, but in my opinion I don't think it is because, even with all that I do, I think that it would have been healed by then. Though I think that maybe I did something else to it and I have no clue what it could be. It feels like I had twisted wrong and thrown out my back. It hurts that much at times when I am bending over to pick something up, or wash something in the sink or whatever, or when I'm stretching and using the back of a chair to help, my back will seize up and it makes it really hard to straiten out again. It's painfull, but whenever I look back on the accident that caused it, I laugh because in my opinion it was pretty funny. My parents say it even looked funny. But anyways, It was fun and all that.
I have always living way up here in the north country. I think, if I do happen to go into the coast guard, I'll find a nice house in Northern Maine, somewhere by the coast with no houses around, maybe it will be a small town. I like small towns with lots of wildlife and little population. I like places where the population in the town is so small that everyone knows everyone. My town is similar to that, but sadly I don't know everyone even after living here for almost 6 years now. But that's okay, I don't mind. I love the weather we get up here. Even this past winter, surprisingly, hasn't bothered me as much as many other winters. Though I'm happy for warm weather to come, I'm a little sad, deep inside, to see the winter roll away for the year. But I shouldn't worry too much, hopefully it will be back next year. And if it doesn't, there are some people who need to be talked to or slapped or something in order to get them to realize some things. But anyways, even the summer weather is good. I don't mind if it gets hot as long as I have a thing of cold water to put on me or to jump in. I love going to sleep or even waking up in the middle of the night to thunderstorms. Even those really big ones that normally scare the heck out of me. I still love watching and listening to them. Even in the distance it sounds kinda cool. I know all the smells of every different season. I find that up here each season has it's own smells. I like all of them. And I also know them all. In the middle of winter if it warms up I can say that it smells like spring, because sometimes, with the snow melt, it does smell like spring. Even summer has it's own smells. In the mornings it's the most pronounced. I love the smell of warm summer mornings, especially after a good rain or storm.
Oh, another thing I forgot to mention was that two years ago, we ordered a small, rubber blow up boat. We took it out onto the ocean after testing it on the lake and the Connecticut river. We took it out and went deep sea fishing. We caught a lot of Atlantic Mackerel. They are fun to catch. I think in total we caught about 100 of them in what seemed like maybe an hour to two. We caught lots of fish that year and had fish for about two weeks straight. Probably not too good because of the mercury in them, but sadly there is nothing we can do except maybe clean up the rivers and oceans. That would help a lot, but there aren't enough people willing to do it it seems like. At least that's what I see because if there were people willing to do it, there wouldn't be a continent sized thing of floating trash in the middle of the ocean out there somewhere. But anyways. This year we bought lobster fishing licences, and two traps and we are going to go lobster fishing this summer. We actually plan to go do that sometime over break too. It's exciting.
And that's pretty much all I can think about up to this point. I love living here in the middle of nowhere. It makes me really happy.
But anyways, back to my 8 years living in the north country. My childhood memory posted previously explained most of what I remembered about living in Vermont. It was only a few months anyways so there wasn't very much of a chance to make many memories. Though I do remember that my mom's friend's house was right next to a big field where her neighbor, who was a farmer, let his cows roam every summer. My brother and I loved going to play in it. There was also a really cool spot at the edge of the field where we would head into the forest. Once in the forest we zigzagged down a small hill that led to a river. At the point where we stopped by the river there was a really nice waterfall. When it got cold and there was snow on the ground, we would go back to check the fall, and we were amazed by how pretty it looked. It would be completely frozen over, which now that I've been here for awhile it isn't surprising especially because it wasn't that big of a fall. It was maybe two feet high. But it was really pretty, the ice would look like a very light blue that almost matched the color of the summer sky in the morning when it's not quite the deep blue of midday. That's pretty much the most I can remember of the three or so months of living in Vermont.
Then we moved to an apartment in Littleton New Hampshire. I started the school there and was really happy. Made a friend, even went to her house a couple of times. I would get upset at times because towards the end of the year, I had made a couple of friends, and we would do partner work on some things and the people I had made friends with would choose each other and I would get stuck with the kid no one liked because he could be a jerk. I know he wasn't all the time, but when he didn't get what he wanted he would get cocky and start being a jerk about it. So no one liked him at all because of it. He would even get really cocky with the teachers and when they sent him out for something he would get really upset and stomp out of the room and slam the door behind him or something like that. But anyways once he wasn't in any of my classes in the future years I felt a bit better because I wouldn't have to feel awkward when he had a temper towards the teachers and everything. There aren't too many school memories that were very important or that I would really want to remember. Thinking back on it now, I don't even know why I even liked that school. There were only three people out of the maybe 5 or 10 that I was friends with, that I wouldn't mind seeing again. Everyone else I think "Why was I even friends with you?" But anyways. The memories that were important to me and that I hope I will always remember are the ones that happened when I wasn't in school.
I think it was that summer after I first started school there in Littleton, my mom and dad put my brother and me in the car and we went for a long drive. They didn't tell us where we were going, they told us it was a surprise for us. About 2 1/2 hours later, we pulled onto the main road of Hampton NH. At least I think it's the main road but I'm not sure. It's the road that goes along the board walk next to the ocean.
But because of the big storm wall that was there I still wasn't sure where we were until we came across a break in the wall as we were looking for a place to park. Then me and my brother, at the same time, said "The ocean!" in kind of a gasping awe. I got really excited. We found a place to park and went down to the beach. The water was freezing, and I also didn't really have the proper cloths on so I didn't go into the water. That and the air wasn't that warm either, it was probably even before school ended that first year because it was just then starting to warm up, so with the air kinda chilly, and the cold air coming off the ocean, it made it kind of cold. It still wasn't that bad, but it wasn't warm enough to go into the water completely, even though, being young kids, me and my brother managed to get soaked anyway. My brother had found a big chunk of sea weed and was so excited. He carried it around all day. Then my dad kept telling him that he had to put it down and leave it there at the beach. He couldn't bring it home. But my brother really wanted to keep that sea weed, he actually even cried because he couldn't take it home. It's a funny story to tell, but it's also understandable as he was only 7 years old I think. Kids want to keep everything they touch.
Also, almost year round, we would look up at the woods that were in our back yard, which weren't that big as the highway ran through them about 100 yards from the edge of the woods, maybe a little more. But we would look into the woods and every once in awhile we would see something move, and looking more intently and closer, we would eventually see that it would be a deer or even two deer at times. We then eventually bought some deer feed and syrup and put it up there for them and every once in awhile see them feeding on our pile of stuff. Then the summer before we moved we had a black bear destroy our bird feeders. So then we decided to put the feed on the ground instead, that way we wouldn't have to replace another feeder. The next day, there was a pretty big, but not fully grown either, black bear 5 feet from our living room window, eating the feed that was on the ground. I thought it was awesome. We would make piles of bird seed on the ground for her. I even gave her a name. It was Midnight. Me and my family respect nature, so, even though we may put out food for them, we make sure we don't go near the animals, try to make them trust humans. Actually when someone comes around while the animals are eating what we put down for them, when the animals run off are happy because that means they aren't used to humans and it's a good thing. So we would make sure Midnight would run off every time someone came outside or moved around.
Then we found a cheap trailer house in Fox Hill Lane in Franconia New Hampshire. After moving there I was really excited. I started school here at Profile About a week or so before Thanksgiving break. Then before Holiday break I heard about an instructional ski/snowboard program, and got even more excited. I grabbed a form and took it to my parents. I thought that this year I would try snowboarding, then next try skiing, and find the one that I thought would be better for me. Turns out that it was skiing, so for the rest of my career in high school I went with skiing every year. In 9th grade, one of my friends I found was hanging out with one of the kids I used to hate when I was going to Littleton school because he would be hanging out with the bullies and all that. But while hanging out with my friend, who was also hanging out with the kid I didn't like, I started talking to him and surprisingly, we actually became best friends. He has been my best friend since. He makes me laugh and we have good conversations. He is the only best friend I have where I can have a normal conversation with. My other best friend, we try to have normal conversations, but when we try it doesn't work out and we end up making funny jokes and things about it. Which is cool. I think everyone needs at least two friends. One for normal conversations and can be funny too, and a friend where you just can't talk without laughing about something or making jokes. So these only two best friends I have are all I need. I'm planing, whether they know or not, to always keep in touch and to at least say hi every once in awhile. If I can manage that, then I'll be happy. Even if for some reason I end up living alone in my own house, I'll at least have some friends that I'll always be able to talk to about anything and they won't judge me. I can trust these two people.
Well anyways. The first winter we moved to Franconia we also found that there is an ice skating rink behind the local library. It wasn't my first time skating, I had started to learn to skate in Littleton, but for some reason I got better really fast. I think the first day we went to the ice rink I was skating like I have been doing it all year last year, which I actually only did like, maybe once the year before. But it made me happy. The next couple of days at the rink I picked up a hockey stick and started hitting pucks around. Eventually, that same year, I ended up playing a match with my brother, my dad, and a few other people. It was fun. We even did rollerblading in the summer and played street hockey with a ball. During one holiday break a few years ago, I think it might have been in my freshman year, we had gotten one of those rubber, blow up snow sleds. We decided to take it out to Remik park in Littleton to go sledding. My first run with my brother and we crashed, I ended up seriously injuring my back. I had trouble getting up and off the hill where I crashed. My parents think that my brother's knee had hit my back when we tumbled and that's what hurt it. Either way I wasn't exactly miserable, but I was in a lot of pain for the rest of the day. I wasn't miserable at all actually. I was really kinda laughing at the whole accident. It didn't paralize me, I was able to move, I didn't even go to the dr.'s office. I think I did do some pretty good damage to my lower back because, even now, it will start acting up every once in awhile, or if I stretch it the wrong way, or am bent over doing something for a long time, it's really hard to move because it hurts a lot in that same spot where I got hit too, but it's healed enough where I can still function and even if I have to do something that will hurt it, I will suck it up, and pull through the pain some way or another. Though I think, in time, I will go in and get it checked out, maybe order a back brace or something if I have to. I know I did some damage to my back, I don't know exactly what, if it's a torn muscle that is taking a really long time to heal because of the stuff that I do. My doctor that I had before took a quick look at it and felt around and poked and all that and told me that it was just a torn muscle, but in my opinion I don't think it is because, even with all that I do, I think that it would have been healed by then. Though I think that maybe I did something else to it and I have no clue what it could be. It feels like I had twisted wrong and thrown out my back. It hurts that much at times when I am bending over to pick something up, or wash something in the sink or whatever, or when I'm stretching and using the back of a chair to help, my back will seize up and it makes it really hard to straiten out again. It's painfull, but whenever I look back on the accident that caused it, I laugh because in my opinion it was pretty funny. My parents say it even looked funny. But anyways, It was fun and all that.
I have always living way up here in the north country. I think, if I do happen to go into the coast guard, I'll find a nice house in Northern Maine, somewhere by the coast with no houses around, maybe it will be a small town. I like small towns with lots of wildlife and little population. I like places where the population in the town is so small that everyone knows everyone. My town is similar to that, but sadly I don't know everyone even after living here for almost 6 years now. But that's okay, I don't mind. I love the weather we get up here. Even this past winter, surprisingly, hasn't bothered me as much as many other winters. Though I'm happy for warm weather to come, I'm a little sad, deep inside, to see the winter roll away for the year. But I shouldn't worry too much, hopefully it will be back next year. And if it doesn't, there are some people who need to be talked to or slapped or something in order to get them to realize some things. But anyways, even the summer weather is good. I don't mind if it gets hot as long as I have a thing of cold water to put on me or to jump in. I love going to sleep or even waking up in the middle of the night to thunderstorms. Even those really big ones that normally scare the heck out of me. I still love watching and listening to them. Even in the distance it sounds kinda cool. I know all the smells of every different season. I find that up here each season has it's own smells. I like all of them. And I also know them all. In the middle of winter if it warms up I can say that it smells like spring, because sometimes, with the snow melt, it does smell like spring. Even summer has it's own smells. In the mornings it's the most pronounced. I love the smell of warm summer mornings, especially after a good rain or storm.
Oh, another thing I forgot to mention was that two years ago, we ordered a small, rubber blow up boat. We took it out onto the ocean after testing it on the lake and the Connecticut river. We took it out and went deep sea fishing. We caught a lot of Atlantic Mackerel. They are fun to catch. I think in total we caught about 100 of them in what seemed like maybe an hour to two. We caught lots of fish that year and had fish for about two weeks straight. Probably not too good because of the mercury in them, but sadly there is nothing we can do except maybe clean up the rivers and oceans. That would help a lot, but there aren't enough people willing to do it it seems like. At least that's what I see because if there were people willing to do it, there wouldn't be a continent sized thing of floating trash in the middle of the ocean out there somewhere. But anyways. This year we bought lobster fishing licences, and two traps and we are going to go lobster fishing this summer. We actually plan to go do that sometime over break too. It's exciting.
And that's pretty much all I can think about up to this point. I love living here in the middle of nowhere. It makes me really happy.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Childhood Memory
The childhood memory I would like to share was sometime after my 11th birthday. I was with my family and we were eating lunch at McDonald's. My mom was going to a Wiccan school online, and she told me and my brother that one of the people she was friends with who was in the same school, wanted us to come up and live with her in Vermont. The idea was iffy to me at first because I was really happy with where I was living at the time, in Denver, Colorado. But then my mom explained it even more and also said that she had horses, which at the time were my favorite animals, and that hooked me 100%. I really wanted to go right then and there. So awhile later my dad flew up to Vermont to visit and see what she was like, mainly because our family gets suspicious with strange people we don't really know, and to get a good idea of the place. When he came back we began packing the things that we needed and some of what we wanted. We had left a lot of stuff behind though because we did bother renting a moving truck and so all the room we had was in the back of a GMC jeep. We had 4 cats I think, at least 8 ferrets, and a parrot. We brought one cat with us and the parrot. All our other pets had to stay behind. I wasn't even able to bring the stuffed animal I had gotten for my 11th birthday. It was really, really sad to leave all that stuff behind. But whenever I look back now, I think it was well worth it. Anyways we drove cross country for three days before we got to our destination. We unpacked and settled in and eventually I started my first day in a public school. I was home-schooled when I was living in Colorado. I honestly didn't like it. Because of my ADD, I was always getting distracted by something and always getting yelled at. The work I would be doing was mostly on the computer which was located in the living room where the tv was. And most of the time if not all of the time the tv was on and for a 5 to 11 year old that is very distracting especially for me cause of my ADD. So whenever I was supposed to be doing my work, I was watching the tv because it was usually something I was interested it. So whenever I was caught watching tv I would get yelled at. A lot of the time I was forced to stay up finishing my work until 1 or 2 in the morning because I was always getting distracted. At the time though I wasn't diagnosed with ADD, but now when I look back, I think it all makes a lot of sense. I am better with it now that I am older and have slightly more control over my distraction. But I'm still not 100% in control of my distractions. I still can get really distracted especially when my mind starts wandering without me realizing until I get confused on what I'm doing. Anyways, back to my memories.
I started fifth grade, about a month or so before winter, I would guess sometime in October or November. But I was having a lot of trouble with my math so my mom decided to take me out of fifth grade and put me into fourth grade. When you think about it now it's really embarrassing to have something like that happen to you. Half way through the year and get taken out of your current grade and put into the class below you. This fourth grade class only had, I think, 2 other girls in it so the class was happy to gain another girl. I don't even think they realized that I had been one of the kids in the grade above them, which may have helped but I don't know. They were all friends and so when we did partner work, I was almost always the last one picked. Or even never picked at all. Sometimes that still happens today, even when I have a class full of friends I still get last picked or never picked so the teacher has to pick for me, which sometimes doesn't help me still because it's almost always with a person I don't like or don't get a long with. But back to the memories.
I remember surprisingly well the little Christmas party we had I think the day before break, where we all got gifts to give someone. We sat in a circle with our gifts and as the teacher read a story, whenever she said right, we would give the gift in our hands to the person on our right and when she said left we would give the gift to the person on our right and so on. When she finished the story, everyone had a different gift than what they started with. Everyone opened their present one at a time. Mine was a series of 3 or 4 Scooby-Doo books. One of the guys in my class had told me that he actually got them for me cause he thought I would like them. It was really sweet I thought. What are the chances that you get a gift for a certain person, then during an activity like the one we did, that that person would actually get your gift? I'm not 100% sure, but I think I may still have those books somewhere around the house.
During winter break things with my mom's friend started to get a bit crazy so we looked around for a house so we could move out. We found an apartment in Littleton were we moved into it I think almost right after New Years Day. I started school that Wednesday I think. I made a few friends and things were going well. We lived there for about 4 years, until I was in 8th grade. Things were getting crazy again. The kids at school were becoming major bullies and most of the kids there, despite the dress code, wore whatever they wanted and it was mostly very showy clothing. But that wasn't the major reason for deciding to move. Our upstairs neighbor was a super idiot. He was always being noisy, he somehow managed to flood something up there in his apartment which then leaked into ours a couple times, and he was always doing something down in our part of the yard. We kind of got sick of him. So my parents searched for houses that we could possibly afford. We found a really cheep trailer home for sale at the trailer park in Franconia. Before Thanksgiving we had bought the house and moved into our new home. I started school, had some people show me around. Some of them, like one or two are still my friends now. I have one best friend and another friend who actually went to the Littleton school also. Back then we actually hated each other, so now, when I look back, I laugh because we are really good friends now. And have been since 9th grade.
Since living in the city in Colorado, things have changed so much. And in my opinion, all for the better. Even if some of those changes weren't good, it has helped in some way or another and turned out to be in a good, positive way. I love living up here in the middle of nowhere, and there is no way anyone is going to make me move back to the city. EVER. I may visit, but I'm never living in the city ever again. And when visiting, I will try to make it a maximum of 3 days. The day we left Denver, I have hated cities. And probably always will. The air is so much cleaner up here. This weekend I had gone to Boston Mass for a band trip, and when I came back home, I thought to myself that I have never loved the smell of fresh air before in my life. And everyday I have gone outside since then, so far, I cannot help but take a deep breath and smile as I realize how much more you can smell when the air isn't full of pollution. I had completely forgotten that Boston was on the coast. And, normally when my family goes down to Hampton you can smell the ocean for miles away. But in Boston, you wouldn't know until you saw it because the air is so polluted you can't smell anything. To me all I smelled was, what I describe it as, nothing. Well, that's the end of the memory(s) that have changed my life forever.
I started fifth grade, about a month or so before winter, I would guess sometime in October or November. But I was having a lot of trouble with my math so my mom decided to take me out of fifth grade and put me into fourth grade. When you think about it now it's really embarrassing to have something like that happen to you. Half way through the year and get taken out of your current grade and put into the class below you. This fourth grade class only had, I think, 2 other girls in it so the class was happy to gain another girl. I don't even think they realized that I had been one of the kids in the grade above them, which may have helped but I don't know. They were all friends and so when we did partner work, I was almost always the last one picked. Or even never picked at all. Sometimes that still happens today, even when I have a class full of friends I still get last picked or never picked so the teacher has to pick for me, which sometimes doesn't help me still because it's almost always with a person I don't like or don't get a long with. But back to the memories.
I remember surprisingly well the little Christmas party we had I think the day before break, where we all got gifts to give someone. We sat in a circle with our gifts and as the teacher read a story, whenever she said right, we would give the gift in our hands to the person on our right and when she said left we would give the gift to the person on our right and so on. When she finished the story, everyone had a different gift than what they started with. Everyone opened their present one at a time. Mine was a series of 3 or 4 Scooby-Doo books. One of the guys in my class had told me that he actually got them for me cause he thought I would like them. It was really sweet I thought. What are the chances that you get a gift for a certain person, then during an activity like the one we did, that that person would actually get your gift? I'm not 100% sure, but I think I may still have those books somewhere around the house.
During winter break things with my mom's friend started to get a bit crazy so we looked around for a house so we could move out. We found an apartment in Littleton were we moved into it I think almost right after New Years Day. I started school that Wednesday I think. I made a few friends and things were going well. We lived there for about 4 years, until I was in 8th grade. Things were getting crazy again. The kids at school were becoming major bullies and most of the kids there, despite the dress code, wore whatever they wanted and it was mostly very showy clothing. But that wasn't the major reason for deciding to move. Our upstairs neighbor was a super idiot. He was always being noisy, he somehow managed to flood something up there in his apartment which then leaked into ours a couple times, and he was always doing something down in our part of the yard. We kind of got sick of him. So my parents searched for houses that we could possibly afford. We found a really cheep trailer home for sale at the trailer park in Franconia. Before Thanksgiving we had bought the house and moved into our new home. I started school, had some people show me around. Some of them, like one or two are still my friends now. I have one best friend and another friend who actually went to the Littleton school also. Back then we actually hated each other, so now, when I look back, I laugh because we are really good friends now. And have been since 9th grade.
Since living in the city in Colorado, things have changed so much. And in my opinion, all for the better. Even if some of those changes weren't good, it has helped in some way or another and turned out to be in a good, positive way. I love living up here in the middle of nowhere, and there is no way anyone is going to make me move back to the city. EVER. I may visit, but I'm never living in the city ever again. And when visiting, I will try to make it a maximum of 3 days. The day we left Denver, I have hated cities. And probably always will. The air is so much cleaner up here. This weekend I had gone to Boston Mass for a band trip, and when I came back home, I thought to myself that I have never loved the smell of fresh air before in my life. And everyday I have gone outside since then, so far, I cannot help but take a deep breath and smile as I realize how much more you can smell when the air isn't full of pollution. I had completely forgotten that Boston was on the coast. And, normally when my family goes down to Hampton you can smell the ocean for miles away. But in Boston, you wouldn't know until you saw it because the air is so polluted you can't smell anything. To me all I smelled was, what I describe it as, nothing. Well, that's the end of the memory(s) that have changed my life forever.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
About Me
I am one really crazy girl. Though generally I'm very shy. I feel that a lot of people are jealous of me, at least that's what I like to think. I get made fun of a lot and I've never really had many friends. Right now I have one very close friend who I hope I'll keep in touch with even after high school ends. I also have at least 3 other good friends, but that's it when it comes to friends. A lot of the time I feel like most of the people in my class, or even in the school in general, don't like me because they never say hi back when I greet them and I'm always getting nasty looks. It makes me feel very lonely at times. After I moved to this school and had this problem for the first entire year, I created an imaginary friend over that summer vacation to keep me company over the summer and the lonely school years to come. In my Freshman year, my imaginary friend helped me a lot with being lonely. That same year though I did think that I had a bunch of friends, sat with them every day at lunch and had laughs. But sadly, it turns out that those same people made fun of me. Things like that happen a lot to me. I think I'm friends with some one and the next day hear them talking about me when they think I don't know. I know a lot of people don't like me. And that's fine with me, they don't have to like me at all. I just wish they didn't make me feel like they hate me even if they don't. I know some people in my class don't like me, I also know they don't hate me, but they always make me feel like it because they are always giving me dirty looks or making fun of me when I bring in my favorite stuffed animal just for fun. I mean, why not? If there is going to be one childhood toy I would never get over, it's stuffed animals and legos. So why not? Why not bring in your favorite stuffed animal for one day or two? I'm pretty sure I get made fun of for other things too. I'm pretty dang sure I get made fun of for my hair, though I don't know 100%. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, I dye my hair different and crazy colors and it's all for fun. I want to be the person that, when they are 70 years old, gets to say they have had their hair colored in every single crazy color they make.
I think that all of these things make other people jealous of me and that's why I'm made fun of. I think that with the way the world is going not many people are allowed to color their hair crazy colors like me, be as annoying and enthusiastic and honest as I can, and also like the things I like and do the things I do without getting in trouble by their parents or being judged by others like others judge me. And honestly I don't mind it as much as people may think. When I'm with my friends I'm loud and annoying and at times people my think I'm disrespectful because I laugh at times that I shouldn't. Note that I do respect a lot of things but sometimes I can't help but laugh only because I hear a funny noise and can't hold in a laugh, or think of something that was really funny before. It may make people think I'm being disrespectful of whatever it is that's going on, but trust me, I respect it as much as anyone else. I have ADD so my mind wonders a lot. Sometimes to the point where I'm there anymore. I try to control it, and at one point I was taking medication for it which was helping a lot with my wanderings. I also have some anger issues. I get really angry at things that wouldn't bother a lot of people.
I plan on moving in with my boyfriend a couple weeks after I graduate so that I can get out of the house. And if we don't get along then I'll try going into the service. Maybe through there I can get into a good college and get a good job. I want to do something with animals. I'll ether become a wildlife biologist or a vet tech, and if that doesn't work, I want to try to get into astronomy. I love learning about space. I don't want to be the one to come up with theories on how the universe was created, but just learning about the stars and planets, and discovering new wonders in space would be amazing. Earning money for looking through a telescope seem pretty good to me (I know I won't be just looking through a telescope. There is a lot more to it than that).
One of my favorite sifi series, Farscape, is about an astronaut who tried to test the sling shot theory around earth with a little shuttle and got sucked through a wormhole and ended up in a completely different part of the universe. He got pulled abroad a ship, which is a living creature, and her crew of prison escapees trying to avoid getting blown up my the universe's military. Watching this show makes me wish I was there with these aliens on the living spaceship and traveling through the universe. I think it would be cool.
Okay, so more on me: My favorite color is dark green, but any green will work. My favorite animal is a dragon, though if your looking for something more realistic it's a tie between wolves and cats. Both domestic and wild. I have a cat who my mom named Lika, but because she was going to be my cat, I kept the name Lika, but I added to it, so her full name is Lika Baby. We have two other cats in the house. One is my mom's (more my dad's though he won't admit it) named Salted Cheeze. The name comes from a song. I thought the lyrics said salted cheese, but it didn't when I looked them up so that's the joke. So we named the cat Salted Cheeze because she has a white mark that looks like a tear, the lyrics were "it's raining on salted cheeks" meaning that someone is crying, so that's how she got her name. The third cat is my brother's named Sugar. I named her because her back legs are almost completely white, compared to Lika's back legs, only her toes are white.
My favorite movies are the Lord of the Rings series. I do not have a favorite show though. Or a favorite video game. I play a lot of games though. One of them is Minecraft. I've heard that a lot of people don't like it at all, and the rest really like it. So I formed an opinion that it's one of those games that you either love a lot or really hate. I happen to be one who really loves it. It has no point to it at all but for some reason it's really addicting.
My favorite season is Autumn, as my favorite holiday is Halloween, or as the pagans call it Samhain (pronounced sow-win). Yes I am pagan. Paganism isn't just one particular religion. It's similar to Christianity where there are the different branches like catholic, Mormon, etc. Buddhism is a pagan religion for example. Another one is Wicca. Most people would think witch. They are right, however people who are Wiccan don't use magic that would normally be expected with witches because of all the stories. Yes there are certain powers and those powers I believe everyone has. They are mostly used to communicate with the spirits that are around and often to communicate with nature. Wiccans worship nature and their customs and ceremonies and rituals are based on nature and usually have nothing to do with people. I don't know what I plan to go into, but I've been thinking about joining Wicca. I am a nature person and wish that there was more that people like me could do to protect it. But it's not like we will be able to stop people from poaching or throwing their dang trash out the windows of their cars. The only way to stop that is to just not do it, but sadly its like saying bullying will eventually stop happening if we keep reinforcing it. I don't believe bullying will ever stop sadly. People don't respect things like that. It's really sad. But there is nothing you can do about it.
Anyways, back to me. A couple of things I love doing is hiking, camping, swimming, ice skating, skiing, gardening (though I do suck at it), boating, horseback riding, archery, drawing, reading, writing for fun, hanging out with my few friends, singing (as long as it's in a group or when I'm alone, I won't even sing in front of my parents), being annoying sometimes, talking to myself or my stuffed animals, making fun of movies and shows, and most of all, deep sea fishing.
Two years ago we got a small blow up raft that some people would call a dingy. But the brand that makes this boat is one of the best ever when it comes to rubber blow up rafts. The Coast Guard uses this same brand when going out in big storms and riding over big waves that some regular boat twice the size couldn't handle. We took it out to the ocean and it was awesome. The first thing we caught when we took the boat out was mackerel. We came upon a school of them and we caught over 100 of them. We had fish for dinner for about a week straight after that trip. It was awesome. I know the ocean is being over fished already, but I think that if commercial net fishing was banned, then it wouldn't be as bad as it is now. I think most of this over fishing is coming from people who use nets. Those nets collect thousands of fish in one trip whereas people fishing with fishing poles only catch a couple hundred at the most in one trip. But that's just what I think, no one will ever do anything to ban net fishing. Oh well.
Well that's all I can think of to share with you. Hope you at least liked learning about me. You know what to do if you want to know any more. :)
I think that all of these things make other people jealous of me and that's why I'm made fun of. I think that with the way the world is going not many people are allowed to color their hair crazy colors like me, be as annoying and enthusiastic and honest as I can, and also like the things I like and do the things I do without getting in trouble by their parents or being judged by others like others judge me. And honestly I don't mind it as much as people may think. When I'm with my friends I'm loud and annoying and at times people my think I'm disrespectful because I laugh at times that I shouldn't. Note that I do respect a lot of things but sometimes I can't help but laugh only because I hear a funny noise and can't hold in a laugh, or think of something that was really funny before. It may make people think I'm being disrespectful of whatever it is that's going on, but trust me, I respect it as much as anyone else. I have ADD so my mind wonders a lot. Sometimes to the point where I'm there anymore. I try to control it, and at one point I was taking medication for it which was helping a lot with my wanderings. I also have some anger issues. I get really angry at things that wouldn't bother a lot of people.
I plan on moving in with my boyfriend a couple weeks after I graduate so that I can get out of the house. And if we don't get along then I'll try going into the service. Maybe through there I can get into a good college and get a good job. I want to do something with animals. I'll ether become a wildlife biologist or a vet tech, and if that doesn't work, I want to try to get into astronomy. I love learning about space. I don't want to be the one to come up with theories on how the universe was created, but just learning about the stars and planets, and discovering new wonders in space would be amazing. Earning money for looking through a telescope seem pretty good to me (I know I won't be just looking through a telescope. There is a lot more to it than that).
One of my favorite sifi series, Farscape, is about an astronaut who tried to test the sling shot theory around earth with a little shuttle and got sucked through a wormhole and ended up in a completely different part of the universe. He got pulled abroad a ship, which is a living creature, and her crew of prison escapees trying to avoid getting blown up my the universe's military. Watching this show makes me wish I was there with these aliens on the living spaceship and traveling through the universe. I think it would be cool.
Okay, so more on me: My favorite color is dark green, but any green will work. My favorite animal is a dragon, though if your looking for something more realistic it's a tie between wolves and cats. Both domestic and wild. I have a cat who my mom named Lika, but because she was going to be my cat, I kept the name Lika, but I added to it, so her full name is Lika Baby. We have two other cats in the house. One is my mom's (more my dad's though he won't admit it) named Salted Cheeze. The name comes from a song. I thought the lyrics said salted cheese, but it didn't when I looked them up so that's the joke. So we named the cat Salted Cheeze because she has a white mark that looks like a tear, the lyrics were "it's raining on salted cheeks" meaning that someone is crying, so that's how she got her name. The third cat is my brother's named Sugar. I named her because her back legs are almost completely white, compared to Lika's back legs, only her toes are white.
My favorite movies are the Lord of the Rings series. I do not have a favorite show though. Or a favorite video game. I play a lot of games though. One of them is Minecraft. I've heard that a lot of people don't like it at all, and the rest really like it. So I formed an opinion that it's one of those games that you either love a lot or really hate. I happen to be one who really loves it. It has no point to it at all but for some reason it's really addicting.
My favorite season is Autumn, as my favorite holiday is Halloween, or as the pagans call it Samhain (pronounced sow-win). Yes I am pagan. Paganism isn't just one particular religion. It's similar to Christianity where there are the different branches like catholic, Mormon, etc. Buddhism is a pagan religion for example. Another one is Wicca. Most people would think witch. They are right, however people who are Wiccan don't use magic that would normally be expected with witches because of all the stories. Yes there are certain powers and those powers I believe everyone has. They are mostly used to communicate with the spirits that are around and often to communicate with nature. Wiccans worship nature and their customs and ceremonies and rituals are based on nature and usually have nothing to do with people. I don't know what I plan to go into, but I've been thinking about joining Wicca. I am a nature person and wish that there was more that people like me could do to protect it. But it's not like we will be able to stop people from poaching or throwing their dang trash out the windows of their cars. The only way to stop that is to just not do it, but sadly its like saying bullying will eventually stop happening if we keep reinforcing it. I don't believe bullying will ever stop sadly. People don't respect things like that. It's really sad. But there is nothing you can do about it.
Anyways, back to me. A couple of things I love doing is hiking, camping, swimming, ice skating, skiing, gardening (though I do suck at it), boating, horseback riding, archery, drawing, reading, writing for fun, hanging out with my few friends, singing (as long as it's in a group or when I'm alone, I won't even sing in front of my parents), being annoying sometimes, talking to myself or my stuffed animals, making fun of movies and shows, and most of all, deep sea fishing.
Two years ago we got a small blow up raft that some people would call a dingy. But the brand that makes this boat is one of the best ever when it comes to rubber blow up rafts. The Coast Guard uses this same brand when going out in big storms and riding over big waves that some regular boat twice the size couldn't handle. We took it out to the ocean and it was awesome. The first thing we caught when we took the boat out was mackerel. We came upon a school of them and we caught over 100 of them. We had fish for dinner for about a week straight after that trip. It was awesome. I know the ocean is being over fished already, but I think that if commercial net fishing was banned, then it wouldn't be as bad as it is now. I think most of this over fishing is coming from people who use nets. Those nets collect thousands of fish in one trip whereas people fishing with fishing poles only catch a couple hundred at the most in one trip. But that's just what I think, no one will ever do anything to ban net fishing. Oh well.
Well that's all I can think of to share with you. Hope you at least liked learning about me. You know what to do if you want to know any more. :)
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