Holiday Adventure

I finally have found time to sit down and write about my past few days. They have been a whirlwind, an interesting start to my holidays. I'll copy what I wrote from the airport saturday night: 

It's saturday night-- the first one after a grueling semester of hard classes. What are you doing tonight? It you're two of my best friends, you're on a man date together watching a movie. If you're another, you've replaced me with your boyfriend. It you're me, you're sitting on a red carpet at the Chicago airport. Christmas break is here, and already Santa is being mean. I guess he didn't realize that I wasn't lying when I said all I wanted for Christmas was to spend a week at home with my friends. He can't even give me that. Today has been a very hectic day. It started early this morning when I decided I should pack for my two week vacation. It then led me to the airport, where things ran smoothly. I was planning to arrive at home around seven, just in time to hang out with my friends and have an awesome saturday night. Life was fabulous until the windy city welcomed me. Apparently Chicago loves me so much, I am not allowed to leave for another 24 hours. Standby from four until eleven is not enough torture, because the plane has to leave without me on board. I could have been on it though, don't get me wrong. My brother is in the air on his way home. He got the one and only standby seat available. It was supposed to be mine, but I couldn't deny his pouty face. Gosh, he owes me bigtime. Anyways, I need to try and sleep. Hope I get home tomorrow. 

A lot changed since I wrote that. My brother ended up being kicked off the flight too, because of weight. We woke up early and got on the first flight to Winnipeg in the morning. But that was with frustrations too. We made it home, but half of our bags didn't. I have my clothes for Mexico, but my bag with shoes, pants and jackets is lost somewhere between Chicago and here.

Nope, it doesn't end there. At the airport it was -28 C (-39 with windchill) and apparently the vehicle left for us didn't want to start. Arriving a day late wasn't enough, so we got to sit at the airport for hours. I got to come home 5 hours after landing with my uncle, and my parents spent almost 9 hours trying to get this truck started-- which they did. Once at home, I wanted to cry. I felt so out of everything. But of course, I couldn't. I had to get the vehicle and drive around to say hi to the friends I promised I would visit. I got to slide around on slippery snowy roads with the most amazing people in the world. 

So my holidays are entertaining..I am making due with the little clothes I have. I am spending each and every moment with purpose so I can't regret. And I am trying to be thankful for what God has given me. 

Not enough words..

If I properly knew how to use curse words, tonight would be a night I would consider using them. Unfortunately I haven't learned the proper way to fit them grammatically into my sentences, so I will refrain from typing them. Sometimes though, I can't find a word strong enough to express an emotion of mine, no matter what the emotion may be. It could be love, disgust, annoyance, hate, they all seem to be weak words at times and I am unable to create an accurate picture of what attitude I want to portray. Now punching the wall or screaming really loud could help, but it's not easy to describe that through a computer either. 

I get frustrated when I can't portray what I want others to see. Like who I am or what I think...somehow people just don't get it. Though most of the time I want to believe it's their fault, I must consider that it could be a bit of mine. Expressing myself has always been hard. If I speak whatever is running through my brains at the moment of action, I would be a very bad person, making a lot of mistakes. Controlling my words and actions is one advantage I have...but it's no good if I can never give off what I want to. 

Like tonight. There's this feeling of hate towards pages and pages of notes I need to know for tomorrow. I hate studying for six hours. Hate doesn't come close to what I feel towards these words  written on pages and pages of dead trees. So I loathe them...but yet that can't depict what I feel. Urgh. I don't know if even a word I could create would be what I want to say. On the other end of the spectrum, I miss my best friend so much, and I love her unbelievably, words don't come close. I could say that she's the only thing that makes me read these notes that I hate, because I know if I do, I will do good on my exam, and she will be proud. (And I get to see her on Saturday) But that's not really what I feel. I love her so much, that love doesn't come close. It's this feeling that makes me care about her more than myself, and this drive to do everything in my power to make this week go faster so I can see her. Is it weird because she's a girl? I hope not, she's just my very best friend. It's bigger than love and stronger than my passion for anything else, stupid words won't let me express it correctly. So I'm sorry Megan, that I can't get out what I want. And notes, you are gosh darn lucky there isn't a word that lets me portray my attitude towards you right now.  

Bigger Than Me.

Tonight is a really busy night. I have been sitting at my desk for four hours already, without moving (except for a quick shower). I have been working so hard to finish all of my homework assigned. It seems like purposeful torture. It's such horrible mental pain. I complain about how hard I work, and how I wonder what I get from it. It hurts my brain, and sometimes I even have a headache to prove it. But I really don't know anything about pain, I can't even compare to someone I know and love. 

He has gone through so much ermm, crap? It's not fair. So God does everything for a reason, and I try to accept that. But sometimes I wonder why he has to put the people I love through so much pain. What did my dad ever do to have a mass of evil cells grow in his brain? He is the most giving person I know. He puts everyone above himself, and lives to serve God and others. Then this? I mean okay, torture me, I can accept that. But why him? He doesn't deserve any of the pain. He takes it so well though. I have never heard him complain. I complain for him, because I can't fathom a reason why. But never have I heard a negative word come out of his mouth. I admire that greatly. God is sending me some kind of message, and I am too freaking caught up in my own life and studies to take a hint. I'm one tiny person on this Earth. So is my dad. If he can have some of the suckiest news ever be thrown at him and still have a smile on his face, I should be able to write a gazillion synthesis essays and ask the governor of Florida millions of questions while standing on my head shouting out algebra questions...and be happy doing it. 

I wish I could understand more. Life would be so much easier if I knew reasons for everything that happens. I could calm down and not wonder if he deserves that or if I had this coming. Unfortunately that isn't how life is. I am left to ponder events and sit here wasting hours of my precious life trying to understand things that have already happened. Is that what I am supposed to do? I don't know, but because it's all I know, I will sit here anyway and try. 

Why I Write.

As per request of my teach and friend, I am posting this up here. It was an assignment for AP Language. 

When I was younger, I loved writing stories. I liked writing about unicorns and hockey players, penguins and music. I expressed everything I was thinking that day by writing it down. From grade one through grade six, I had a journal at school. We wrote everyday. Most kids didn’t like journals, but I enjoyed that twenty minutes to scribble down my day or my thoughts. I guess I wrote because I had to, but I also wrote because I wanted to.

I believe that writing is important because it allows a person to express what they’re feeling, without telling anyone. Sure, they can show it to someone, but for the moment, its talking it out with oneself. I know I write when I’m confused, I’m a firm believer in Pro/con lists. I write shopping lists and things to remember, I write down birthdays and phone numbers…because simply, my mind can’t contain all of it. My bulletin board is filled with notes reminding me of what to do with my life. Writing is a lot for me, but it can be for others too.

Even with Internet and text messages, I tend to send a lot of emails and snail mail letters. When I want to talk to a friend, I will call them. When I want to express something I don’t know how to say, I write it. Whether I email it or snail mail it depends on how fast I want it there, or how real I want my words to be. When down on paper and put in an envelope, it physically goes to another person. Somehow the method of communication determines a lot. I think I’m slightly outdated though, cause when I take all my time to write a nice letter, I get a text message back from the friend informing me its been received. Funny, eh?

I think writing is important if something is official. Like contracts, promises, and goals. When my parents say something I like and have a feeling they won’t come through with it, I make them write it down, so they can’t take it back. When it’s written, it seems more real. That’s why all laws are written down. Official wills are written, marriage licenses too. Everyone who needs what they say/believe to be remembered and believed want it to be written down.

Back to my writing, cause obviously I don’t write marriage licenses. Now, I write because I am in high school, and my teachers demand it of me. I suppose I could just not write, but my grade would not be too pretty. Even math, you write. Numbers are a part of language. In Canada I would say that I write about three tests a week, but down here I have to say I take tests. I guess the teachers write them, and we do them? Taking them makes sense, but its just new to me. You know its not only in America where writing is important.

The Greeks way back when started writing to keep track of trade and values. Maybe it wasn’t the Greeks, that was back in ninth grade when we studied that. Definitely before the Greeks…but whenever it was, those people started a tradition that the world couldn’t live without today. My life without writing would be horrible, but I couldn’t imagine what the rest of the world would be like. People rely so much on things being written down. The human mind isn’t capable of holding all the information we’re required to. A day at school without writing anything down would kill me. Trying to remember all that I need to do would be useless, and anything I was taught that day, well it would just go in one ear and out the other.

Writing is important, there are so many reasons for why I do it, I can’t totally make a list. Let’s just say that I need writing, without it, my life would be very unstable. Essays and school writing is just a small part of my huge reliance on writing things down, as I’m sure I have elaborated enough above.

He's a wish all over again.

The coolest phone call came yesterday. The most loyal friend I have ever had is going to fulfill his life and enrich the lives of others. He has found his calling, and not a bone in my body has the nerve to be sad. The Canadian  Children's Wish Foundation has a child who's wish is the perfect pony. After coming out to ride my guy, Panther, they feel he is the perfect fit. My pony has spent 10 years with me, and now he has to go be the perfect companion for a young girl who wished for what she wanted most in this world. I feel honored that I got to have a pony that someone wants more than anything. Panther was my best friend, and he now has the opportunity to change the life of another. I wish that I could express my excitement through typed words, but there is no way. Through everything crazy going on in my life, something like this makes me slow down and think...and realize that I should take things slow and live each day as it is. Never know what will happen, and I need to be happy that I'm healthy and be satisfied with what I have. So Panther, I'm going to miss you, but I know this is exactly what God has had planned.

Everybody's changing, and I don't feel the same.

I find it hard to trust people. Too many times have I been disappointed when I put trust into a certain person. I have decided that it's best too simply keep it to myself if I wouldn't like others to know. I do though, have a very small group of people whom I can trust with anything. It includes my brother, two guys, and two girls. No matter what I tell them, I trust that they will keep it to themselves, and will never judge me. These people are truly my guardian angels, God sent them to me to help get me through times I think are impossible. My brother helps me make big decisions and will always love me. I was given a very honest, blunt girl who tells me straight up what she is thinking. I have an innocent friend who believes I can't make mistakes, even when I do. I have an apathetic boy who shoves me back to reality and tells me not to make things bigger than they are. Then there's the boy who has been with my through it all. Who knew best friends in grade five would go through heartaches, fights, distance, and deaths and would still be best friends six years later. He is always there ( or 2000 miles away) to keep me sane. 

I've got these people always, and then some. But like all people, they change. I change too. I'm not saying trust has gone anywhere, but it's different. I worry just a little bit more that they might judge, and I doubt that unconditional love we have for each other. Being away for months at a time pulls people apart, whether you want to admit it or not. We meet other friends and become stronger people. Given only one week between months apart is hard to catch up. It's barely enough time to do anything. You can spend the week like you would have before you ever left, or you can try to start new things and see how they end up. I try a bit of both.

I hold on tight to things for as long as possible. I used to believe that holding on until I had nothing left was best. Now I wonder if it is. Letting go of what was when I was thirteen is hard. It was so easy back then. Things have changed, and I try to accept it. I'm letting myself ignore the past and get stuck in the present, not worrying about the future at all. This could be a huge mistake, but I will have to wait and see. My trust lies in another person this week, and it's a big test for me. I have gone outside of my comfort zone and lived in the moment. I'm making decisions and trying to prepare for consequences. That's what life is about, right? Taking chances. People say i should do more of it, and here you go, I am trying this week. 

I'm taking it one day at home. Who knows what will happen, but I vowed not to let it bother me. I focus on my life, and do no think about it too much. I need to make decisions and leave nothing unanswered. I discuss every choice with someone, a second opinion is always needed. That's why I have my best friends. Life sure is easier with them around. I'm going all out, and if I fall, they're there to catch me. 

Overload

It was in Apopka, the day before classes started at MVA. We had just picked up some new uniform items to replace beaten up old ones. When pulling out my camera and snapping photos of this ridiculous way to haul one's life around, I was unaware how closely I could relate to the situation months later. On Friday, my life felt like this photo. How exactly, you may ask? I was overloaded, in almost every way possible. There were tests, homework and other commitments I was obligated to. It was the last day of the week, and my lack of sleep was getting to me. It was known that there was less than two weeks until I would get a week long break with my parents (whom I love and miss more than I could imagine) and my lifelong friends, relaxing and laying in my perfect bed in the room that I spent hours painting and making my own before I left it alone.

And I guess it was my fault, for letting everything get to me just that day. It worked out okay though. Because I live at this school with amazing people, including the gorgeous young lady who also serves as my teacher and a group of crazy boys who I refer to as my brothers. A short talk and assurance I would be great, I finished everything I needed to do for the day. And to help me forget everything else, I went out and spent hours learning dances to Thriller, Grease Lightning, the Rocky theme song and Kung Fu Fighting. We may have been the oldest people on the dance floor in front of the DJ at Downtown Disney, but somehow that didn't matter. Ignoring the world and just dancing felt like the perfect thing to do...so I followed along and attempted to punch the air, imitate Michael Jackson and John Travolta, and move my body in ways it's not used to. I'll tell you now, I wasn't thinking about anything but dancing. Out there among careless kids, anything less satisfying in my life was forgotten and I could just dance. 

And today you'd think that it would all be back. But the test are written and I can't change that. I slept for eleven hours last night and feel totally rejuvenated. I am going home in twelve days, and I am going to survive until then. God's taking care of me. I know he's not going anywhere, so I can do anything knowing that. 

Miss Independent

More recently than ever, I have been feeling a strong, proud rush of independence. I mean, living at a boarding school over two thousand miles of home away from my family and friends should have made me feel independent since day one, but lately I have felt that I don't need anyone. It's still to soon for me to be aware whether this is a good thing or not so great thing. Being here for two years, I have learned to become my own person but still felt that I needed the security and assurance of my best friends at home and my big brother watching over me. Now, I feel like I need no one and anyone who is there is becoming an annoyance. 

When I am hungry, I eat. When I am tired, I sleep. And when I need to be a lone, I find a place of solitude...not. Just recently I received a twenty-four hour shadow-- trust me, its even around when the sun isn't. And this has driven me off the wall. I have never had this, and especially now, it's not great timing. I like to leave the dorm when I am ready and walk to class when I feel it's time. Now I am expected to wait. I am expected to hold off, ask for assurance of my every move. No no, I can't do this. Just when I am starting to feel like I need no one, and when I have gathered up enough self confidence to rely on myself and no one else, this comes along. And I feel like it's my job to be as nice as I can and try hard to accept my shadow, but jeeeez God, this is a hard test. 

My independence is important! Am I not supposed to be able to experience my newly discovered attitude? I think that's unfair. A few weeks ago I waited with my phone for a good night call from my best friend. There was a fifty percent chance of the phone ringing, but I felt as if I had to hold onto it with my life and that any received call would satisfy me for the night. The phone rang, thankfully, and I was able to speak to someone who assured me I was okay and that I didn't need them to tell me that. This week, there is still a fifty percent chance I will receive a call every night before I fall asleep, but I am no longer anxious to receive it. If I talk on the phone, its good, but if I don't, I feel okay because I know that I am without anyone reinstating it. It's because I am my own person, finally learning to lean on me and not others. Somehow I have to teach my shadow how to do the same thing and pray it learns faster than I did. =) gooood night.

And so just as I had thought I had mastered technology up to date, I am introduced to the blog. What am I supposed to write on this thing? Apparently I can write whatever I want..and no one can tell me whether its right or wrong. I could discuss my daily happenings or my deepest inner most thoughts about my confusion with friendship and love and life, and its okay. I promise I would not disclose that on here. No no, with this audience of very much unknowns, I am not about to display my deepest thoughts and post them on the internet. The idea of a blog is new to me, so I will experiment. Enjoy =)