I have the cutest little baby brother. He's got the softest blonde hair, the most perfect round cheeks, the biggest, bluest eyes and the most adorable little nose. He's going to be TWO in May. Someone hold me.
Although you'd never know it, judging by how little I post, I like writing. I've got a stack of finished journals all hidden away in my room, as well as a whole bunch of notebooks, full of random scribblings. Some are stories, some are thoughts, some are silly, frivolous things like five things I'd like to do in the summer.
While I'm not quite an introvert, I'm definitely not an extrovert either. People in general make me somewhat uncomfortable, and I can't stand large crowds. They make me feel anxious. There are a select few with whom I feel completely comfortable and at ease. I can spend hours talking to them and I know I can trust them, but I'm home-schooled, and all my really good friends live at least a half hour drive away.
So, when I've got something to say but no one to say it to, I write. I write when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm angry, when I'm confused, or even when I'm just bored. I write about everything under the sun, and I write about small little nothings. I ran, I rave, I gush, I imagine. I pick up my little fountain pen and go wild.
I've got a few unimportant notebooks that I use to jot down quick ideas, things I need to remember, things I want to accomplish, etc. I've got a notebook I use specifically for stories.
This is the notebook I go to when I'm feeling creative. I use it mostly for things like my fanfictions and short stories. I also write character sketches, dialogues, the occasional action scene, and descriptions of people, places and things. I often use it to think up blog posts now. Sometimes I even write down an interesting dream that I had.
But despite the fact that this notebook is probably more interesting, this one is my real treasure; my journal.
Sorry dears, you don't get to see inside that one. ;)
This little book, to me, is a way of talking to myself without anyone noticing. If a memorable event has occurred, or if something has happened to make me feel angry, or embarrassed, or joyful, or apprehensive, I plop myself at my desk, take a moment to gather my thoughts, and write. This one is relatively new (I only started it a few months ago) but it's special to me, the way all of my journals/diaries are.
Inside them are memories I'd forgotten about, fears I didn't remember I had, small events that changed my life, and so much more. It's comforting to write these, but even more comforting to go back and read them years later. I like it because even though I've been writing since I was nine years old, a lot of my opinions, dreams and irritations are still the same. Sometimes, if I'm struggling with something, I'll go back into one of my diaries, searching for a similar event to try and recall how I dealt with it and why. This is extremely helpful.
I don't really plan on any of my writings to ever get published. I write for myself, in the end. I don't think I'll ever really be an author, but I do think that I am, and always will be a writer.
Alas, here in Alberta, Canada, the weather is nothing if not finicky. We have a saying; "If you don't like the weather, wait five minutes, and it'll change." How irritatingly true. This first photo was taken on Thursday.
It was cold that day. I'm talking -10. At least.
The rest were taken yesterday. It's sunny right now, but it's -9. Sigh.
The end of March is coming up (and Easter!), and I'm really hoping that it will start to warm up - permanently - soon. I don't mind winter for a few weeks, around Christmas, but I'm definitely ready for spring. Green things, warm breezes, going outside without 10 layers of clothing. That would be really nice.
Oh, and I got my bangs straight-cut a few weeks ago! I usually have side bangs, and even then they're so long they're morel like shorter layers around my face, but I decided to try something new. They're taking some time to get used to, and they require regular maintenance (or else I get a really nice wavy 80's thing going on), but I do like them. I actually find that even regular old ponytails feel kind of new and interesting with these bangs. I'm not sure if I'll keep this style, but I'm having fun with them while they're here.
What's the weather like where you're all living?
xo
The rest were taken yesterday. It's sunny right now, but it's -9. Sigh.
The end of March is coming up (and Easter!), and I'm really hoping that it will start to warm up - permanently - soon. I don't mind winter for a few weeks, around Christmas, but I'm definitely ready for spring. Green things, warm breezes, going outside without 10 layers of clothing. That would be really nice.
Oh, and I got my bangs straight-cut a few weeks ago! I usually have side bangs, and even then they're so long they're morel like shorter layers around my face, but I decided to try something new. They're taking some time to get used to, and they require regular maintenance (or else I get a really nice wavy 80's thing going on), but I do like them. I actually find that even regular old ponytails feel kind of new and interesting with these bangs. I'm not sure if I'll keep this style, but I'm having fun with them while they're here.
xo
The other day, I decided to a photoshoot with Baby. I think she's very photogenic, don't you?
And then I took two pictures of the flowers I pressed ages ago, and then forgot about. I found them when I was moving a pile of books on my desk (I couldn't understand why on earth a bunch of dictionaries would be just sitting on my desk) to take the pictures of Baby, when I scattered a bunch of colourful dry flower petals all over the place.
They've kept their color very well, I'm impressed. I sprayed them with hairspray right before pressing, because someone told me that helps them keep the color, instead of looking like compost. It worked surprisingly well.
I'm pretty sure these were from my birthday bouquet. FYI, my birthday was September. No, I never de-clutter. Like, ever.
One last thing; We need to go about giving Baby a proper name. She's a girl, so it has to be female, and it can't be a more common name like Mary or Susie or what have you. It has to be kind of old sounding, but poised.
That makes no sense, so if anyone has any suggestions, any at all, I welcome them.
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