Special Day

Today ish a special day!
'tis Carlo's 16th Birthday!
That's right, Carlo's Sweet Sixteen!
He's gettin' OLD! :P
But he's a young 16. Anyway, happy 16th Birthday Carlo!
((Even though he'll never read this))

Partners

This ish for Creative Writing. The assignment ((a while ago)) was to write a Sestina. This ish the rewrite, entitled simply, Partners.
If you're familiar with my story or my RP... you should recognize the charries, despite the fact that they remain unnamed.

Across the field cantered the grey horse
Responding to the whistle from the warrior
Together they prepared for battle
She saddled the grey, ready to ride
Touching her hand to the hilt of her dagger
Through the dust and the dirt into battle fire

The dragons spew forth their fire
As their each ally rides their horse
The humans carried sword and dagger
In their own rights, each a warrior
The dragons fly alone, not anyone’s ride
And none ever faltered through the long battle

Together the grey and his person move through the battle
Her hair flowing behind, the color of the fire
His mane, iron grey, flowing with it as she rides
She on her grey horse,
He with his fiery warrior
A fair hand with a dagger

Her red braid flying behind, in her hand a dagger
The girl fought fiercely in the battle
Descending toward her, the sword of an enemy warrior
Across her arm, creating a line of fire
Her valiant steed reared, batting at the enemy horse
Then he was away, a half wild ride

She pulled up the grey, cutting short the ride
Still in her hand, the red-stained dagger
Wheeling to face her foe and his horse
Then, a fierce and bloody battle
Arrows flew, the enemy fire
As the red head struck the opposing warrior

Then, fatally wounded, falling from his horse, the warrior
Defeated, the warrioress turning to ride
Away from the end, out of the fire
Ignoring the wound, she cleaned her dagger
Surveying the now crimson field, site of the battle
The injured allies, helped by the strong, onto a horse

The valiant grey horse nuzzled his wounded warrior
Unscathed from the battle, flecked with sweat from the ride
His friend always ready with her dagger, to face with him the enemy fire

Roheryn The Mighty

Well, as some of ya might know this one has a theme song!
'tis called the Roheryn the Mighty song!!

but, due to recent dicussion on Christopher Hopper's then blog, now flog, the Roheryn the Mighty song has undergone some changes.
C'symia for all ya'll involved, and, I bring you, the New, the Improved, Roheryn the Mighty song!!!!

Roheryn the Mighty
Roams through the flogs
As bouncy as a bunch of frogs!
With ILHY as her side kick,
Always getting off topic!
Righting wrongs and singing songs!
Being mighty all day long!
She's Roheryn! Roheryn the Mighty!

There ya go!

Auralia's Colors

Well, checking for updates on the blogs(flogs) that I watch, I got started on a contest that Christopher Hopper is running on his blog.
http://christopherhopper.com

It is in promotion of Auralia's Colors, a novel by Jeffrey Overstreet.
I haven't read the book yet, but most everything that I've heard 'bout it makes me want to.
I picked it up at the bookstore today, and hope to read it pretty soon.
Each plot summary that I've read adds just that one extra detail to the info I know 'bout the book, and that makes me want to read it even more.

You can check out the authors blog, here
http://lookingcloser.wordpress.com

Hope to get back to ya with a review when I've finished the book!

hm...

tis weird, my blog turned from the, Online diary that I meant it to be to a "when-I'm-'bout-to-blow-come-here-and-rant-instead"...

but that's 'kay... leads to less mess 'cause I blow up less :P

I've been really stressin' lately... between School, Homework, Carlo, and work I have just 'bout no time...
I don't even have the time I wish I had with Carlo because of all the other junk that keeps getting in the way.
And ,I know, August sounds far off now, but, its a lot closer than we realize... I mean, look how fast last year flew by...
and in August, I'm going off to college... without Carlo. I want to be spending every spare moment with him, starting now, before I leave... but it feels like I have less and less spare moments. And the farm being 20+ minutes away, I can't just, pop over there for a quick, Hey'a... And I haven't been doing as well in shows 'cause I haven't had the time out there that I used to, and we moved up 6"...

and then there's work... I hate standing there at the register for a couple of hours. My feet hurt, and all that repitition ish really messing with my riding, and not in a good way.
some of these people that I have to deal with are downright rude. Most of them are okay, but those few... *rolls eyes*
By the time I leave, tis late, my feet hurt, and I'm starved.
the only bright spot in that ish that one of the other cashiers and I have become great friends.

then there's the fact that I feel like I don't have time to get all my homework done some days because of work

and most of the friends that I'm really close to? they live a couple of hours away, at least... the people I want to see the most, are the ones I see least...
Don't forget my 'friend' from my previous post, that whole situation ishn't helping my stress level either, for the record...((I know, what record? we're keeping one? :P))

And I haven't been sleeping well... I'm a night owl by nature, it takes me FOREVER to fall asleep, and then I have to get up early to go to school....

*sigh*
I'm going to try that now... bed... book... Carlo tomorrow, for a short time, 'cause I have to rush back for my Creative Writing Poetry Reading...

Start the New Year off with a Bang

or... something like that...

There's good, and there's bad...
I had a semi quiet New Year's Eve.
A group of friends got rooms at the local Hilton to use the pool. I was there for a while, but my dad and I came home 'round 10:30 to take care of my sister's birthday present, a puppy. I hung around on the compy for the rest of the night, and into the wee hours of the morning, spending the rest of the night quietly after the chaos at the Hilton. And we do create chaos very nicely. :P

School starts tomorrow... yay me... *rolls eyes*
Mayhaps I should prepare for the poetry reading we are having later this month? <.<

I got a good bit of books to read this coming year... and $100 worth of Borders card, to get more.
Right now I'm reading Final Storm, the last in Wayne Thomas Batson's The Door Within Trilogy
Planning some fun stuff for this year, I'll post 'bout them as they get closer...

On the good news, I've been accepted to a college. Wilson, and all girls college in Chambersburg. Twas my top choice, but I want to see what the other two I applied to say, and how much they're offering me. And I have to decide which ish the best choice for me, and my horse. :P
I love telling people that I'm not looking at a college for me. I'm looking at a college for me and Carlo. XD

Speaking of Carlo, we got purple polo wraps for Christmas. And boy does he look good in them! *sigh* :)

On the other hand... we bring up something... interesting
Mayhaps I should start at the beginning...
Well, my lunch table consists of three people other than me.((note, these aren't their real names, part internet nickname, part... something else...)) Cinna, BridgitKiido, and DJ
Bridgit and I are in the same grade, Cinna and DJ are two grades lower.

This year, Cinna and DJ befriended a new girl in their grade, let's call her... Emlyn
Well, at first, she was just as crazy, hyperactive, and weird as us. We all got along great. Well, sometime in... musta been late November, she asked me for my opinion on something. She said that she was going to an audition, and she had to create a charater for it. She wanted her charrie to have a problem, so she chose an eating disorder, more specifically, anorexia.
To make it more believable, she says that she wants to try not eating for a day, to see what its like. I, along with Cinna, DJ, and Bridgit, tell her that we understand, as long as she doesn't keep it up.

From then on, she changed. She hasn't been eating much since then. She doesn't eat breakfast, she doesn't eat lunch, and she thinks that half an eggplant ish too much to eat for dinner. She's stopped hanging out with us. For a while, we knew it was because she was crushing on a guy, let's call him Shaggy. Because he thinks we're weird, and the stuff we like ish weird, Emlyn stopped liking stuff that she'd RAVED about in the beginning of the year. She's over him now, but still acting very weird.

Before Winter Break, we tried talking to her about it. Didn't work. We tried going to our Guidance Counselor. The four of us decided that we, at first, just wanted help about what to say to Emlyn. Because we want to talk to her on our own. We don't want her to feel like we're ganging up on her bringing in the Guidance Counselor. Well, that didn't work.
We decided that after winter break, we'd go back to the counselor.

Well, I was talking to Cinna on IM on New Year's Day. Turns out, Emlyn was asking for help looking for pills that will make her throw up.
Of course, Cinna wouldn't help with that. When we get back to school, neither will DJ or I. I doubt she'll ask Bridgit, so no worries there. Not that Bridgit would help anyway...
Her reason? She thinks she needs to be super skinny, like DJ and I. Now, let me tell you, DJ and I aren't super skinny because we don't eat. We do. And we tried telling her that we have super fast metabolisms, but that was before she stopped talking to us...

I don't know what else to do.
As we told the Guidance Counselor, we're fine if she doesn't want to be our friend anymore. But we don't want to just be given the cold shoulder. We at least deserve to know why, right?
But the fact that she hasn't been eating, and appears to be making herself anorexic and bulemic... however ya spell that...

I'll leave it at that for now...

Roh and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Just a forewarning, I'm going to use this blog post to rant and rave, so feel free to totally ignore it.

Today started out okay, well even. I got up early, but that was voluntary, 'cause I was going to a horse show. I got to the stable, we all got ready, loaded the horses, and headed out. I had to get dressed before going, 'cause I was pretty much getting there, getting on, and riding.
Well... our schooling session was horrid. I hadn't ridden since Sunday, and so I kept making broken-horned mistakes. There was one jump, that Carlo refused four or five times, 'cause I kept making the same mistakes
The Pre-Children's Hunter went pretty well. I got a second, a third, and a first in the three jumping classes respectively. Then I got a second in the flat class, making me reserve champion.
It went downhill from there.

We had to wait 'round for the Low Ameture Hunters to all ride, 'cause they came before the Marshall and Sterling, Bit o' Straw class. Well, the course that was posted for that was wrong, so after memorizing one course, I discovered that not only was that NOT the course we were riding, there would be two classes. Luckily the courses for that were the two courses that I'd already ridden.
Well... I got another short schooling session, since I would have gone in cold, against two horses who had just gone. Another disaster. He refused the in of one of the lines 'cause I kept looking down at it.
Well... our first course... let's just say, a mess. He refused the second jump 'cause he was pooping and I didn't give him enough support, we had some problems with the lines...
The second course... let's just say that disaster, ish putting it mildly.
I didn't support him at all, we messed up the lines totally, we missed all our lead changes...

I was so mad at myself afterwards, that I'm practically crying, and my mom won't let it go. She keeps wanting to talk 'bout it. I finally pretty much yelled at her that I didn't want to talk 'bout it, after asking her to leave it alone a number of times. From there we wrapped Carlo, put him in the trailer, and I got changed.

We were out there late... which I didn't have a problem with. Even better one of the ladies took Carlo home, and so he was in his stall when I got back.
We were back at the stable 'round... 5 o'clock. My trainer and some of the others had to repack the trailer and load some other horses 'cause they were going back to the show. I unloaded my stuff from a different trailer, 'cause Carlo can't travel with other horses.

They leave while I'm still unpacking. I pull my last couple of things out, and my arms are full. They've shut the big door, so I go around to go in one of the other doors. Well, the three who are still at the barn, are in the parking lot as I come through, and they're like, what are you doing?
So I say that I'm just putting my stuff away.
They ask me to just put it on the aisle so we can clean it up tomorrow, 'cause they've already turnd all the lights off, and shut everything up.
I really wanted to say No, I still have to unwrap Carlo and put his bell boots on, but I didn't 'cause I felt like they were ganging up on me, coming at me from three sides and I didn't want to cause trouble. So I went in to close my tack trunk (in the dark) and put it all down on top of it. None of them left the parking lot until I was in my car, and had it started. If they had, I just would have gone and done what I needed to do.

But driving away, I felt really nervous. 'cause I'm worried that I won't get out there early enough tomorrow, and the guys'll turn him out without his bell boots, and he'll pull a shoe. 'cause he's good at that.
When I get home, my mom seems PO-ed at me... Not sure why...
She asks why I have such an attitude. And I said something having to do with the fact that I felt nervous leaving the stable the way I did.

Well, she started yelling and screaming. Then my dad started cursing and screaming. Then what really freaked me out, was Petey started yelling and cursing like my dad. I hardly ever hear him raise his voice, much less drop an F-bomb, and a few other choice words.
My mom was so steamed at one point, that she threatened to sell Carlo.

Well... I'm crying just reliving this... I need a hug... or better yet, a furry, dark bay shoulder to cry on.