Wordy Wednesday: “Jesse”

I’m writing this post a couple days early, because I know I’m going to be swamped/half-dead by the time Wednesday rolls around. Right now it’s Monday for me, and I’ve got a midterm tomorrow, plus two projects due Wednesday and a ton of other stuff going on.

If I looked in the Mirror of Erised right now, I would literally just see myself taking a nap.

The winning option for this week’s Wordy Wednesday is poetry/song lyrics, so I figured I’d share another poem from the beginning of college. My family had two cats all while I was growing up–Jesse (mine) and Willy (my brother’s)–and Jesse was basically my constant companion. Jesse and I were rarely apart when I was home from when we first got the cats when I was a year and a half old, until he died suddenly in November, 2011. I wrote this poem for him.

It’s the one glance back,
the realization: this is it,
this is the end, I am not
coming back. Not any time soon.

And I will miss you
I will miss you so much it
burns, and it will tear me
apart, and I will
miss you.

But do you even know
I am leaving? I am gone?
Did you feel the cold, my
tears when I said
goodbye? When I let go?
Or does the ground
silence you, muffle you,
hold you away from me
so deep, deep down that I could
never find you again?

Can you hear my
goodbye, or am I speaking
to a memory?


… And on that pleasant note, I need to get back to studying. Hurrayyy.

I hope your Wednesday’s going well!





PS. Has anyone else noticed how weird the new WordPress smileys look? Like they’re so cute, but weeeird. Like misshapen pancakes with the expressions drawn on them in chocolate sauce: πŸ™‚ 😦 :/ πŸ˜› πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€

Wordy Wednesday (“On Seventeen”)

Hey guys! I’m back from being sick! (Somewhat. My nose is still running enough to get me a Guinness World Record, I’m pretty sure, and I’m still coughing a lot, but my head’s cleared up for the most part, which is my definition of No Longer Being Sick. Kind of.)

This past weekend was my eighteenth birthday and the state bowl competition for Future Problem Solvers! This was my eighth and final year in FPS, so it was a bittersweet occasion. I participated in team booklet writing and scenario writing — my team got a third place medal for our action plan presentation, and I snagged second place for scenario writing. It wasn’t as impressive of an ending to my FPS career as I would have hoped, but I’m just happy that I got anything. Plus, this way I don’t have to miss any of my friends’ grad parties to go to international bowl.

Meanwhile, I had a really, really awesome birthday, which I’m sure you guys just want to read on, and on, and on about, because my birthday’s just that interesting (not)… but yeah. It was amazing. πŸ™‚ My parents threw me a semi-surprise party, where I already knew about it and who was going, but I didn’t know where we were going, and they ended up renting out a party room at a local movie theatre, where we had dinner and unlimited popcorn and drinks and Wii games and a movie, and ALL KINDS OF AWESOME. I was nearly in tears, it was so amazing, especially because I haven’t had a regular birthday party in like five years. πŸ™‚ I swear I thought they were just going to take us down to our basement and be like, “Little Caesar’s pizza. TV. Done,” so you can imagine my surprise when the secret location ended up being the movie theatre. πŸ˜€

But anyway, enough about me — onto writing! (Which, ironically, happens to be about me too.) This week’s Wordy Wednesday is a memoir I wrote last Friday, about my last day of being a minor. It’s a little bit rough — I’m aware of the typos and the occasionally awkward wording — but I don’t have time to go spiff it up right now, because I’m super busy getting caught up on homework and tests I missed last week, along with my AP lit project and getting ready for the spring musical to open this Friday, and basically just trying not to die from this horrendous cold. Sorry! Everything should be settling down over the course of the next couple of weeks, so expect me to be a lot more sane, soon. πŸ™‚


— Taking this down to submit for publication. Sorry! Thank you for the interest! —

In memory of Jesse, who was regularly my pillow, my heater, and my shoulder to cry on.

“I miss you” could never be enough.



Update on Zee Cat

For any who don’t know, I’m currently in the process of attempting to publish one novel — which I wrote back in ninth grade for my first ever NaNoWriMo — and attempting to write another — which I began for my fourth NaNoWriMo, last month.

Conclusion? I use all my best ideas on NaNoWriMo. (Not sure if that’s a good thing or not.)

But anyway, I’ve been sitting here all day with Willy beside me, making sure that he’s okay, and attempting to work on writing the-novel-in-progress, AKA Dreamcatcher, and failing miserably at it because I basically have as much focus as a chipmunk. Or Doug:

[Copyright Disney Pixar]

And yeah. I figured I’d let y’all know how Willy’s doing, which currently is to be all stretched out beside me sleeping. (Earlier he had his head resting on my writing notebook and it was the cutest thing ever. You know, until I actually needed to use it.) So he’s doing a lot better than before. Actually eating and drinking and walking around again, although he’s still really worn out from the weekend. (But what can you expect? He’s sixteen freakin’ years old!)

Here’s a pic of the William for anyone who doesn’t know him (which includes 99.999999999% of the world since he’s insanely shy around most people):

(Yes, that “I Think You’re Stupid and I’m Going to Take Over the World Someday” face is his most common expression. Why do you ask?)

Oh, and while we’re at it, here’s my equally evil and overly-intelligent puppy schweetykins, Sammy:

(Don’t let that innocent face fool you. She’s completely diabolical.)

This one time, back when she was still just a puppy, we hired an in-home dog trainer to come in and teach her all those basic commands like “sit” and “stay” and “don’t eat the cat” and all that. She was horrible all through training, never doing what she was told unless the trainer was around (and even then, only about half the time). Then, test day came around. Right before her final exam began, the trainer told us it was okay if she didn’t get a hundred percent because dogs rarely do, least of all beagles.

Well, Sammy seemed to take this as a personal slight on her intelligence, and henceforth went out and completed every command perfectly. The dog trainer was flabbergasted as he handed over her diploma.

He then left the house and Sammy has never obeyed a single command since (except for from my dad, because he gives her bread, which is basically the Sammy version of catnip).

Still want further proof of her diabolicalness?

A few months back, Sam injured her paw and began limping everywhere, so Mom went and made an appointment with the vet to see if anything needed serious medical attention or if it would heal on its own. Promptly after the phone call, she stopped limping and acted perfectly fine again. But Madre didn’t want to cancel the appointment, so she took Sammy in anyway, rather embarrassed as the dog continued to walk around just fine all throughout the vet office.

That is, until the vet came in.

And then, just like she was in a cheesy family sitcom, Sammy lifted up her paw and held it out at the vet like, “Oh hello there, dearie! Here is my life threatening injury, you should examine it accordingly.” (That should all be read in an extremely posh and affected accent, by the way.)

In conclusion, my dog is evil. (But also adorable, so I guess that makes up for it, right?)

Happy holidays!!