Medium cheddar.

I like days like today. Not too much going, but not in a boring way. Not in a relaxing way either, but enough to wander through life at an unfrantic pace. The weather was sunny with slight breezes, my room and school as cold as ever, not too terrible assignments given, all homework completed by 4. Life is alright :D

I like video chats, yes I do. I like video chats, how bout you? :D You make me happy. Stay chill, my friends!

CLoUdy.

The past few days have been something to fight through, that's for sure. Mostly outrageously horrid. It's a wonder I'm still alive and kicking...

Thoughts of the future are the only things that keep me going.

Looky there, in such a funk that I have hardly enough will to write a sentence or two. God bless America.

I was laughing as I ran through the rain.

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry that I don't update more regularly. It's not like I owe you anything, but blogging feels like something I should do with more consistency. I'll work on it.

I still like mangoes :D
The crazy amount of homework I have is incredible, just incredible. The first week of school has hardly finished and already I cart most of my books around and have long reading assignments. Blah, I'm tired.
I miss having summer freedom. I love spontaneity.

Yesterday, I talked to a really good friend I hadn't in a while. It was nice :) I just kinda disappeared into a world of happy people and government and although not an ideal companion, the conversation was fabulous just the same. I've missed you dear <3

Marching band is just starting to pick up; here's where we make or break things. First football game tomorrow, wish me luck on all that nonsense! Bassss guitar :D

I really wish there was just peace among men in the world. I hate all the conflicts going on and I'm sorry the two sides have to face off against one another. We're better than that and you know it. Still, in a sense, it's almost necessary. What happens happens and I still everyone just the same no matter what ♥

This is another Jack Johnson evening, maybe some Coheed & Cambria in there too. Ahh, homework finished, music playing, curled up in bed, life is good :D Night you guys, be happy and merry and let the good times roll!

Just for the record...I think I may, at some point, write a poem to the above post title :D Too happy to pass off.

So very excited I managed to produce another one.

Poem as I promised. Let me know what you think :D


The Anarchist's Creed

The hustle, the bustle,
the light windy rustle,
school's here,
gathering its children
in hungry arms,
expectant of the new possibilities.

A fighter,
a rebel,
she's not gonna let it
take her away
from her comfort circles.

Too much to process,
all in a rush,
an excitement,
explosion,
a happy outburst.

Seperate but equal,
a divided nation,
she was found
but now lost,
not the way things should go.

In one breathless second,
the atomic world fused,
bridges quickly assembled,
boundaries crossed with ease,
free as birds
and no less flighty.

Point A and Point B
make up Point C,
C,
that magical, wonderful place.
A final destination,
cloud city,
floating on the wisps of the sky.

People come and go,
so did she,
and go she did.
Vowing never to leave,
connected to the heavens,
fate would have her ripped away
from a celestial family.

I may speak in tangents,
rambling with no end in sight,
but that girl, the rebel,
she,
she still lingers,
dust in the universe,
a star in the night.

Institutions won't hold her,
the slippery thing,
heavy bricks of knowledge
never forced to be carried.
So try as they might,
that school won't get everyone,
because that girl,
slipping softly away in the moonlight,
is me.

The last first day.

Wow. Just had the most amazing weekend in the whole wide world. It hurts thinking about it and realizing I can never relive that particular moment ever again. But it was absolutely spectacular. Those kinds of weekends need to happen all the time before school starts. I'm even okay with that.

School.
Ugh.

Yepp, it's my time to start tomorrow and frankly, I'm not too worried or anxious or anything. I will definitely sleep well, I will have plenty of time to get ready, I will have a fabulous outfit, at least for one day, I will adjust to my classes, life will go on. I can make it to the next great moment in life.

Marching band is less stressful than last year. That's beautiful. I have a solo or two, but it's no biggie. Apathy? Just tired? Senioritis? Dunno :D I have a plan and I will carry it out.

The most stressful things are finalizing my Gold Award soon, college applications, and raising money for London. If anyone has any monies they want to donate to a great cause, I'm your girl ;)

I feel like I'm just ranting and venting right now. Just have a rush of emotions and quickly need to get them on permanent cyberspace. Yes. It's not like I can ask how you are doing or anything. Tell me how you're doing?

I'm excited. I'm in the process of writing my first poem since May or something. Been a loooong time. But I'm back.

It was like a part of me was missing. I started writing in a somewhat rhyme (is this even English?...) and it was like. boom. spark. Jillian is back :D

What to say, what to say...hmmm...I love Fiona <3 That is a happy bean right there. Yes. Can't wait until Thanksgiving, girl :D

SARAH. HI. BE HAPPY AND CUTE AND MORE HAPPY :D I'll make you if you don't :D

Okay, momentary...whatever...over :D

I'll post the poem tonight, as a tag along to this post. I'm excited. Is it elementary writing or is there improvement? :D Yay progress!

I think I love you all. ♥

Poetic complications.

I think I may start posting some of my poems on here. Since this is a creative writing blog and such. And, because I can. I would love to know what people thought of them. So here is my first offering.

First Love

Flying.

Trees flash by in a blur.

The moon rises high,

my hair writhing in the wind.

Beneath my hand,

flexing bundles of muscle,

stained with chestnut softness,

son of the wind.

Sire of a noble lineage,

kindhearted, brave,

gentleman to the last breath,

a faithful companion

to friends of the wind.

With majestic power

he races,

against time, a time traveler,

unstoppable force

for the good of humanity.

A humble abode

for a noble friend,

raw planks guided

by wise carpenter's hand,

a mattress of straw

for the prince of nature.

Handsome and bold,

black, curly locks,

a star glimmers softly,

brother of the night sky,

marking goodness.

His brethren are like him,

possessing grace and finesse,

preferring to spend days

contentedly, blissfully,

rolling fields of grain,

shady relaxation,

splash of minerals. 

Gaze into his eyes,

those compassionate, knowing eyes.

Release thoughts and mind

to the protective warmth

of shimmering, heaving chest. 

I lost myself long ago

in the power of those eyes,

became a sister of the clan,

to a quality so alluring,

charming,

futile resistance impossible.

Now I ride,

a goddess in the sky,

with my steed, no boundaries stand,

a thief upon the wind. 

Eh, let me know what you think. It really would be interesting. I'll write a new post once I wake up and my creative juices are flowing.

The luscious smell of grilled foods.

Week two of band camp. Over. Life is good. More sleep to be had. Really really good.

Yesterday, the best birthday present ever came in the mail. Mangoes in a box. Mangoes in a freaking box sent for $6 rich dollars as a belated birffday present. Don't care what she says. That is freaking cool.

I like the United States Postal Service. Everywhere but Charlottesville apparently they are speedy and get things to you in days. Lovely. I love love love getting mail. But now I have to write back. Oh dear. Small price to pay for an adequate communications tool.

My sister is having a cookout tonight with a few of her friends. Just cause. When did this memo arrive that we're allowed to have random parties? I never got that one. Gotta get out of the house tonight. Tehe.

Keep smiling! Have a fantastic Saturday :D

Spiraled doodles.

Although life sucks major booty being a teenager, if you think about it, it's also kinda nice. The rare, small moments make living okay for another hour or so. I like being able to jangle my keys and wave them around and create a danger zone around me because I have a lanyard. I like rolling down the windows on blistering hot days, blasting the music, and relishing that my parents can't touch me then. No one can. I like goodbye waves from friends who live down the same road as you...ish. I don't like driving enthusiastically, but I appreciate the fact my parents have enough faith in me to get errands done. I like crashing on the couch, splayed across it in the typical senseless fashion, and having my younger sister be disgusted by my state of after-band-practice tiredness. I don't care, what blessed relief.

I'm tired, I'm a mess, band is over for the day, hallelujah. Oboe lesson: vanquished. I have nothing to do now but shower, eat, and hang out with people I enjoy. What a life.

I thought today would end poorly, but its looking brighter and brighter :D Like stars.

In other news, I stayed up foolishly until 1 last night matchmaking and having extraordinary conversations. It was worth it. Two identical people who might as well be on the opposite sides of the planet are wonderfully awkward, wonderful, and perfect for each other. They just can't see it yet.

Challenge accepted. Just you wait.

August 7th.

Today is my birthday. It doesn't feel too wonderful yet, but no worries, I'm not in a bad place or anything. It's just...ordinary. Rather nice.

I slept in til 11:30 today, since marching band deprives me of sleep and just about everything else. That felt good. And then, it's okay to be screamed at by one's sister to stay out of the kitchen until she says so. I laid the condition down that I needed to do rajio taiso before any birthday...things were started. Nice having teh powers.

I like getting a half empty bottle of root beer from my sister because I told her no gift was required. I like getting a bit more money from family friends and relatives to use towards London. I like getting a gift cleverly wrapped in a dog food bag by my father. Never has he ever given a normally wrapped present. Usually its newspaper. Upgrade?

I like getting birthday cards from the random elderly couple from Blue Ridge as I have for the past six or seven years. What happens when they die? O.o Sorry, hint of morbidity there. Won't happen again. I like getting birthday wishes on Facebook from adults, past teachers, anyone I've really ever interacted with who is a smidge older than me. I like birthday cards in general. I even don't mind the strange phone call I just received from the dentist's office, in which a robotic female voice wished me happiness on this fine birthday and a choir of staff sung a generic happy birthday with no name twice xD I even don't mind that. Nor do I mind the random phone number that called me, though I have a feeling it might be a friend who promised to surprise call me. Really, this is the best part of the birthdays :D

And I like being able to write this blog post on a brand spanking new laptop cleverly wrapped in a dog food bag. Silly father, don't you know I have x-ray vision? It's happy. And mine :D

The thing with me and gifts is that, whilst I appreciate that someone took the time to buy something or give something, I'm more a fan of having fun times with the person instead of the gift itself. Did I just make English sense at all? O.o I don't really know what to do with myself when opening a gift or after getting one; I'm just like...awkward beans? Yeah, I don't know, I just appreciate the people more than the things is all. Call me crazy; I won't deny it.

I'll try to post later about cool things since I had no intention of turning this into an "All-About-Me" post; it just IS my birthday and I wanted to note? Eh, dunno. Right now, I'm rushed about trying to get to the Boonsboro Country Club for a family birthday dinner. Toodles! Have a wonderful day of resting!

Battle Wounds.

It feels like it's been forever. Years and years and years since I've written something. HAHA JUST KIDDING, only five days. But still.

It might be fun to have a pet rhinoceros. How would that work? Don't you agree? :D

I feel like I probably won't be able to speak Spanish very well...(very good, very well? Maybe not English either.) anymore. I say 'arrigatoo' instead of 'gracias' and 'hai' instead of 'si.' I want to have intense Spanish learning times, that might be good.

So today, after marching band, my dad and I went out to eat at Fiesta Tapatia, one of the lovely Mexican restaurants around. Mexican music is awesome. It makes me happy and excited and want to jump around on the spot. Mexican jumping beans? Lucky for me, it was going full steam ahead when were delivered to our table and naturally, I swayed to the rhythmic tones dancing about my head playfully. I can't fight nature. It would have been alright if one of the waiters caught me doing so...repeatedly. But not only that, as he was leaving one time, he confronted me about this. The following dialogue then took place.
Waiter: "Embarrassed?"
Me: *blank stare*
Waiter: "Embarrassed? A little bit?"
Me: "Oh, haha...I don't really care that much."
Waiter: *laughs* "Yeah, I saw you dancing." *does something that looks most accurately like a small rodent scampering up a wall on coffee*
Me: *chuckles* "Yeah, I have no shame."
Waiter: *chortles*
Oh lord, what am I doing with my life?

Marching band started this past Monday. It's been four days. But I've actually gotten painfully hurt. And m exhausted. And cannot believe life is moving so fast. I play bass. Guitar. Last year, I kinda tooted around and played chords and such here and there. No biggie. This year, we're playing a samba, in which the half note, in cut time of course, is 126 bpm, which translates roughly to 256 bpm as the quarter note. No worries if you don't understand that. One word: FAST. I want to die in small little holes across America. I'm getting it. But my wrist, in the process, sprained itself and forced me to resort to ace bandages for companionship and comfort. Enough whining though, if I have to go out, I must go out doing what I love. Amen to that.