Forevermore

It seems so long since I last posted. Forever. I'm genuinely hoping it's not been that long, though. I've been sort of preoccupied. Blech. I'm beginning to dislike some of my hockey teammates and I have hockey so often. Oh well. I have a tendency to switch subject at a rate that must be so entirely cumbersome. And I use stupid, long, poetic words. Way too much. But that's okay. I'm just rambling now, so I'll get on with the more exciting topics.

My birthday is coming up. YES! April fifteenth just feels so far away from today. But, aside from that, I shall write about Visual Arts. We've finished with Pen and Ink, Acrylic, Pencil and Pencil Crayons, and have now moved on to clay sculpting and watercolour. And we have until may to finish our independent projects. Mine, I'm doing with oil paints. It's a tree (yes, that sounds boring), but it's going to be exciting, because I've never used this medium before.

Alright, So I believe I promised to continue Lillian's story, so reader's who take enjoyment only in reading my tales and such, and not my silly rants about life. So here you go...

Winter Lights (CONT'D)

Lillian stopped and slumped onto a park bench, and tucked her knees into her chest. She watched the skaters spiral and leap. She watched for what could've been forever, or no time at all. But she got up, and began to trudge home.

Once she walked into the run-down, once alive apartment building, Lillian slowed down. She despised the place, hated to be there. Lillian took her time her time climbing the dizzy spirals of the staircase, looking down, running her fingers along the broken mirrors lining the walls. She trudged towards the door with a rusty number one-hundred-and-thirty-seven on it. Lillian pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. It clicked and swung open.

Lillian walked in and crept towards her room. She did not want to see her mother. She didn't want to see her sister or her father, either. Lillian opened the door and closed it behind her. She sat down on her windowsill and cleared away a patch of scum from the window. The sky outside was a deep blue-black, the rundown neighbourhood looked somehow beautiful adorned with paper snowflakes and twinkling lights. Lillian pressed her palm against the window and sighed. She wished were out there spreading her wings, not caged, burdened with sorrow. Lillian leaned back and closed her eyes.

Snowfall

I realize now that I haven't posted in more than two months. Wow. So, anyway, a lot has changed since I last posted. Well, not really that much. I got a new camera; the Canon Rebel T1i, which I'm really pleased with. But my computer (sadly), in my dad's words, is slowly "going kaput"... I'm not sure how exactly this is happening, but the keyboard stopped working, followed by the monitor, so we're backing up the computer. There's three more days left in my holiday, and I have a week's worth of homework to do (sigh...). Anyways, it's new years eve, so that's good. Approximately four months and sixteen days until my birthday..
Anyways, here's a bit of a story I'm writing. I'm not sure where it fits in exactly.. but here it is.
Winter Lights
The snowflakes spiralled from the sky, landing on Lillian's hair and eyelashes. She hummed quietly to herself as she dodged around the busy holiday shoppers. Seven days until Christmas, and the crowded sidewalks were busier than ever. She hunched under the weight of her bag, which was crammed with heavy books, and kept walking. It was a difficult business, walking, because Lillian was small, and therefore was stepped on more often than not. Lillian did not very much like walking home this late, but it was better than being at home.
Lights flashed and danced in a flurry of colours, but Lillian did not have time to stop and watch. Like so many others, Lillian didn't have time for much more than work. She was barely scraping up halfway decent marks in most of her subjects, and most days, she wished, were already over. Lillian sighed as she passed the carefree ice skaters in the park, and desperately wished to join them. They spun and leaped like dancers, whereas Lillian only felt like a sad, dusty marionette.
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
Happy New Year!
Best,
Camille

Late for Hope

I'm really sorry I haven't posted. I've been really honestly busy, as we all are at this time of year. So I will tell you a bit about what's been going on.

I have Visual Arts every day at fourth period. I get quite a bit of homework from that, to some extent. And I'll probably post some pictures of my sketchbook assignments.

I feel sick. I found Pillsbury pre-cut cookies in my fridge. I ate some of them. Ugggghhhhh.....

We got a new cat. My hands ache from her lethal kitten claws. She's bad luck. Ebony is almost entirely black, and she almost broke a mirror.

I suppose you could say I'm busy. It's a lot, I guess. I honestly don't have much to do, but really, my memory is said to be worse than a sieve.

So, moving on, I'm just going to write a bit of a story here. I'm not sure how good it is, but I try my best.

"The world is turning beautiful."

That's what she always said. I watched as she spun, the autumn sunlight shining weakly through colourful leaves, like a spotlight.

That's how it aways was. Sierra was a dancer. I was an artist. She stood on a stage. I hunched over my sketchbook. She got a standing ovation. I had my pieces hung on a wall.

I didn't mind. That's how it's always been. And really, I still don't.

"Wait for me..." I called, tucking my sketchbook under my arm.

"Slowpoke..." she drew out the 'slow'.

"Hey...!"

"Okay, okay. You do have too much stuff, though," Sierra said.

I shrugged. "I guess. I.. wait did you give me back my pens after science?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, if you say so."

Days could go by like this. I wouldn't have noticed the passing months, years. I guess happiness, sheer bliss, doesn't last. Someday, I would learn. I would learn why I had to go through this. The tears shed, hope shattered like broken glass. I would someday learn why you had to leave me heartbroken, alone. No hand to hold, nothing to keep me from falling, to keep me from falling endlessly. Eternally.

-Camille. I guess that's it.

Time Travel

I really ought to have posted sooner, but I guess that just forget. What usually happens, though, is that I start a blog post, and I'm halfway done, then I think "Wow, this sounds really stupid," and delete my draft. That, and my procrastination issues are what been causing my blog post delay. That sounds a bit weird, but it's true. I'm looking at my hockey schedule, and just about gaping. There are 11 teams in my 'loop' and 35 teams in my division. Oh wow. I am so frustrated that this team is not in my loop. Because I lost Milly after a game against that team. I guess you could say that I'm obssessed with Milly, which is, pretty much, true. I'm kind of sad about Milly. I miss her. It's a little irrational though, 'cause she's a stuffed cat. But I miss her all the same. Besides Milly, I don't have much else to talk about. I intended for this to be a longer post; but it won't end up that way.. Oh well. I haven't uploaded my pictures from my trip, so all the pictures in this post are rather old.

-Camille
P.S. The Title: Time Travel? Well there is quite a time difference between France and North America. France's Time Zone is several hours ahead of mine. Therefore; we did time travel to return home.

Mind the Gap, please

So I have not posted in what, two weeks? Sorry. Thanks for the nice comments, though. We've been busy. Well, I've been busy. My family and I have traveling (with Gris-Gris, of course). The first destination was London, England. I had to ride the 'Tube' quite a bit, so writing this title makes some amount of sense to me. We did your typical tourist-y stuff; visited the Tower of London, went to see the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace... went on a bus tour, saw the Tate Gallery of Modern art. Lots of stuff. My brain is malfunctioning, so I can't quite remember what else we did. But London was cool.! Next we took a train to Paris... and did the tourist-y stuff there; visited the Eiffel Tower, l'Arc de Triomphe, Musee D'Orsay, the Louvre, etc., etc. I'm going to try not to ramble and wrap this post up.

-Camille

P.S. These are pictures from my trip. Top to bottom: A desert from a little cafe in Paris, Gris in front of the Eiffel Tower, a Double-Decker bus in London. (I just couldn't resist taking a picture!)

Poems and Updates

I haven't posted for awhile.. :P I'd say I'm busy, but I don't think playing on http://www.buildabearville.com/ counts as 'busy'. I'm a bit of a sucker for cute toys.. Well aside from that- Yesterday my mom, my sister and I went uniform shopping. I ended up getting several polo shirts, three pairs of pants, two kilts, a blouse, socks... a sweater... the list goes on. My sister got a new sweater, 'cause the sleeves became too short on hers, and more polo shirts. Then we picked up my friend for a sleepover, so I stayed up until 2:30 a.m. Which probably wasn't too smart. Then today we started the 'Marathon Doctors' appointments'. And now I've run out of things to talk about. Maybe... Oh yes, and I still have a bunch of poems to post.

Haikus

Pale autumn sunlight

Shines through tall maple branches

Gently shedding leaves

Winter winds, whipping

Cold, white, frosty snowflakes fall

Storms of ice, swirling

Scars slice 'cross his face

Ancient battles remembered

..lost old warrior

From Seasons long passed

Branches, once young, now withered

The wise old Oak tree

A few haikus for you to ponder.. they aren't all that good, though. I'll try and post once a week, an comment on my readers' blogs (a.k.a. you), but I can't really make any guarantees, since I'll be traveling for the next while or so. I can't promise pictures on my posts abroad, either.

-Camille & Co.

P.S. If you're wondering, I'm bringing Nicki and Ruthie if I can bring two dolls. Otherwise you might see alot more of Gris than you already see.

Moonlit Days

I have a lot to say... and I'll start with my post titles. No doubt you've wondered about that. I like doing poetry; which is mainly very abstract, and sounds completely irrelevant. Moonlit Days? Of all things. I don't do very much much poetry, though. I'll post a Romeo & Juliet poem I did for school. It's kind of strange.. I might work on a poem throughout this poem, and I'll add it in at the end. So, following that, I'm working on doing something else that is abstract. It's a music video to the song 'Human' by The Killers. It's going to be kind of abstract; mostly live clips of things like dripping faucets. And wind whipping through someone's hair, that kind of thing. I like the song, because you can really put your own meaning into the lyrics. I don't think that in all terms; but it has a very loose meaning, close to none at all.

I don't really want to just ramble; but I seriously don't have much of anything else to do. I have nothing to do. Seriously. I'm timing how long it takes to write by listening to a a playlist of Taylor Swift songs. I'd much rather be at the Ikea. I'm supposed to be getting a bedframe from there.

The way ashes fall

After a fire

Voices ring out in the night,

lost, confused

Hope is not gone.

The way tears stream

Down your face

Crowds of faceless people,

bitter, angry

Hope is not gone.

The way waves lap

At a shipwreck

Sailors row lifeboats,

lifeless, dull

Hope is not gone.

The way moonlight shines

On broken glass

A figure stands in the window,
grief, loss
Hope is not gone.

The way you stand
Head held high

Insults lost on you,
hope, warmth
Once lost,
but found,
You are the hope.

I'm not sure how good a poem that is; but I think it's fairly okay. I'm going to try and post once a week. So next Friday, or Saturday, I'll post again.

-Camille & Co.

P.S. Comments are highly appreciated. :P And I appreciate that Gris-Gris isn't being made fun of.. that's what many other people do.