Wow.

It doesn’t look as though I’ve posted in quite a while. Since…well, since August of 2007.

I’ve had half a year of grade eight, the beginning of which was rocky and uncertain. The repurcussions of then are still affecting me now, even as I write this. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

In October, there was a choir retreat with those in my choral class. Two days of nothing but singing, fooling around, and watching Transformers. I can’t say that much happened concerning me—I had fun, of course—but it wasn’t a life-changing experience. Although, I suppose almost anything you do is life-changing, so what am I saying?

Not much else happened regarding my life…during Winter Break, I really did nothing special, although I did spend New Years’ Eve with Liz, and that was nice.

Also, I’ve made the transition from pursuing a career of Egyptology to simply wanting to become an author. It’s a broader field of work, and there are constraints, indeed, but they can be dealt with as the come.

And in the past month…actually, the last two weeks, I’ve found myself. And I’ve helped a few friends.

Oh, and I’ve gotten over something. That’s quite refreshing for me.

Well, until next August? I should hope not.

~♥

Hmm…a few thoughts on summer…

…and how it’s coming to a close.

First of all, I’d like to apologize in advance for the upcoming shpeal. Now that that’s done…

Exactly two months ago today I was let out of school, as eager as anyone to begin my vacation. I knew that, although I am one of those people who cherishes routine, I needed a break from it. At that time, I told myself that I’d be back in the atmosphere of familiarity in a short two months, that I would be reunited with the sights and sounds known to me as grade 7, but in the form of grade 8. I had convinced myself that what I needed, even more than the comfort of familiarity, was a reaquaintance with myself and those close to me who had slowly begun to drift away. And, during these two months, I’ve discovered a few things:

1. Reverting to my pre-middle school introversion has proved to show me how much I really appreciate the change one year has brought to my attitude on life, and how grateful I am for the few truly good friends I have made in that time.

2. I feel like being apart from some of my friends for such a prolonged period has brought us more together. Minimal contact between true friends will never affect their relationship, and I know I’ve seen that in these past months.

3. I’ve found a whole new side of my family. For the past ten days I have been in British Columbia visiting my step-sister, Trish, and her family. The three little girls stuck to me like permanent adhesive, and two of them even started to fight over me (which, considering they’re half my age, was a really odd experience). I also met Trish’s boyfriend Jay, and found him to be a very kind and protective brother, as well as an amazing cook. I now feel that, by having found contact with their side of the family over 5 months ago, I’ve reunited 6 years of lost memories, occasions and happiness. I’m also proud that I’ve now allowed Trish to finally tell my 6-year-old niece who her grandfather, her real grandfather, is.

4. I’ve seen that coincidences are a near natural occurrence around me. At Edmonton’s anime convention, I ran into 3 girls I know who attend the high school portion of my school. Later, I was united with 3 people who are only one year older and who I am slightly more acquainted with. But, on the second day of the convention, the most unlikely and incredible thing took place. Glenna, a girl whom I only knew through Liz and the internet, stumbled upon my friend and I outside of the main doors. It was an amazing coincidence…albeit a very odd one.

Now, as I’ve already said, the summer’s brought many amazing events and opportunities, but I am still greatly anticipating grade 8. As much as I love my family, I miss my friends, and I don’t think I could bear waiting for school any longer. As of September 4, 2007 I’ll finally be back where I belong.

So, as I close up this post, I’d like to bid farewell to my summer, but not the memories. I’ve gotten a digital camera from Trish, so a few moments can be shared with all of you as well. I’ll leave with the hope that when I go back, the few mended and broken relationships around me won’t hinder my happiness. In fact, I know that they won’t, because to me, school will always be home.

A few fleeting thoughts…

Have you ever found a piece of writing, an elegantly portayed painting, or perhaps a song which reaches out to you in a way you would not have expected? Possibly a poem, meant to be dark and serious, that makes you laugh uncontrollably each time you come across it? A song, from a particular genre or artist you’ve never really expressed anything but contempt for, giving you an utter sense of euphoria? A photograph, taken of a beautiful sunset complete with vibrant colors and allure the likes of which would normally bring you into a period of content, sets you into a feeling of worthlessness?

Each of these examples have, most likely, occured in your life. A short while ago, if I had been offered any type of music other than a form of outspoken punk-rock posers, poster-perfect lip-syncing divas or gun-sporting inarticulate rappers, I would have turned on my heel and left you to your assumptions of my character. I was, despite what many would say, very close-minded. I am still disgusted at my former mindset, but I blame it on the environment around me, and my habitual tendency to build a cocoon around myself.

I think I made the crucial change of character at the beginning of my last school year, which I suppose wasn’t really that long ago (though by now it has been over for three weeks). I know when I walked into my new school I was as shy as the moment I left my previous one, not knowing what to expect. It was most certainly a new experience for everyone in my year, and I simply followed their actions. I had the naïve impression that I was the only one who was overwhelmed by the change in atmosphere, and was overcome again by my weakness of over-dependence.

However, my reminiscence has overtaken my point: I adopted the character traits of those around me, which was naturally a sea of variants between excited, hyper and the odd addition of uncertainty. As the novelty had worn off for my peers, I still sported the immaturity and quick-humored personality from the beginning of the year. Nearly a month had passed at that point, and I hadn’t changed from my first turn of character. I quickly became a recognized person, not necessarily in a positive connotation, and I was known for my bubbly, jumpy and overall unpredictable personality. People whom I didn’t know knew me.

I made a great deal of friends, some of which have not survived the year. One who has, however, is Liz. I met her on the second day of the school year, while the hype of new experience continued to course through the student population. Her and I learned we had similar intrests, dislikes and timetables. I was introduced as well to her group of friends, which was considerably larger than the assortment of fair-weathers I had gathered. She also introduced me to a broader variety of music, something which had not been accomplished by even best friends from the past.

Some of the music includes My Chemical Romance, The Arrogant Worms, and older Green Day material. I have since been able to rationalize my decisions, think through my criticisms, and develop a whole new and much more successful attitude towards life. As much as there is credit I must give to parents, teachers, and various other groups of people, there is only one major gratitude I owe.

Liz, you and everyone else at the lunchtable have really helped me recognize who I should be, whether it was advertently or not. Thank you very much, and I hope I have a lasting friend in you.

To anyone else reading this, I’m sorry for the disorganized qualities I’ve given this entry. The questions I asked at the beginning did have a meaning: your personality, attitude and outlook can change with very little or no notice at all. If and when that happens (or happened) in your life, I hope a good friend was there for you, and always will be.

Thank you for reading my entry to the end, though it doesn’t matter to me how many people come across my writing. I just hope that those who do will use it to their benefit, if they can. These were just a few fleeting thoughts…

I suppose I should introduce myself?

Well, I’ve decided not to expose your minds to my politically incorrectness, governmental disapproval or mindless, inarticulate banter. Not in too large of quantities, at least. Instead, I’ve chosen to make this into a day-to-day deposit for spontaneous insights and such, which tend to occur quite frequently in my life.

You might find what I say to be of little signifigance, and that’s quite understandable. You also may believe I throw far too many decorative words into my writings. I assure you, that is most definately the case; that knowledge, however, should not stop you from reading what I have to say, as it hasn’t stopped me from revealing it to the world via the information super-highway.

If you’ve dealt with my articulate ramblings thus far, I commend you; not many people I have met can achieve that declaration. If you decide to stay, possibly take in some of my opinion, than good on you. If not, go right ahead; I assure you that reading my blog—or not reading it, as the case may be—will not affect your life in any major way. At least, that’s not my intention.

So, I suppose, I’ve written all I’ve intended to in this little introduction. That being said, I bid you farewell; whether you read my next post or not.