I have now officially had this blog for one month. July 20, 2009

WARNING: If you find reading about deep topics (like me talking about finding true love, what happens

Okay, I wrote this in my journal a few days ago, and it’s pretty personal but I decided to type it up here anyway. It’s the sort of thing I’d tell only my best friends.
But first you should know that I have never had a boyfriend. (It’s just that no one ever asked me or anything. But when I tell people they seem surprised and give me awkward, baffled looks. Is this a compliment?) So here it is:

I was listening to the song from the Ritz commercial today (it’s called “When I go”. You know, the one that goes, “If we’re both not married by 23, will you make my year, ask me?”) and it made me think: if I don’t get married by the time I get old, will I have a guy friend who’s a great enough guy to be a backup husband?
I don’t mind waiting for a guy to come along and be The One for me, I just want to know that I’m actually waiting for The One.
Maybe that’s what I’d ask a phsycic if the occasion of meeting one ever happens. (Or meeting one that knows it.)

I think once my journal is filled I’ll put it in a time capsule or pass it down in my family. Maybe someone will want to read it.

Anyway, I’m not sure if you can really tell yet after only, (?) entries, but I’m not exactly your conventional-thinking teenager. I don’t think most girls wonder about the meaning of everything everyday. Or if they do they don’t seem to make it publicly known. Sometimes this makes me feel a little alone.
But that’s alright. My friends and I sometimes talk about stuff like that.

(A) Random Thought(s):
I believe in heaven and reincarnation as well as ghosts and angels and guardian angels. (And a lot more I guess.) I’ve heard people say their theories about who a person will be in their ‘next life’ and I was wondering, does anything about a person not change in their next life? Maybe they’ve always been… let’s say… brave or something like that. Or maybe they’ve always had something like phsycic ability or they’ve been one of those people that talks a mile-a-minute and talks with their hands. (I do that sometimes, but only if I’m really into a conversation. You should see how animated I get.) Or maybe they’ve always been naturally left-handed. (I meant ‘naturally’ as in instincively- I know how left-handedness has been frowned upon throughout history and so people have been forced out of it.) (Useless yet interesting fact of the day: Paul McCartney plays guitar left-handed, and -according to Wikipedia- Barack Obama is left-handed as well as that David Henrie guy from Wizards of Waverly Place)

Have you ever had a moment in your life where you experience something new that somehow feels familiar? (like if you’ve seen the Great Barrier Reef or a specific painting for the first time but somehow it feels like you’ve been here or seen this before, and not just on TV.)

I’m sorry if it seems like I’m rambling on about some pretty deep, religious stuff, but I just thought it seems interesting to read about what other people believe or ponder the more philosophical questions in life.

Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs and their own thoughts, their voice and their questions.

ANYWAY, I had a pretty good day so far. I volunteered at a library program and we played clue. My group came in second with that. And then we played Catchphrase and then Scattergories. Which is so clearly awesomazing since I love (and rock mostly at) Catchphrase. Scattergories I’m even better at. We came in second place (1st was ahead of us by ONE point!) at Scattergories. I also enjoy the game Balderdash but we did not play that today. (I always win that game. Even though I have only played it a couple of times.)

Here is the thing I learned today:
Sometimes laughter can make a person feel better/less stressed. Also, volunteering at the library is a lot more fun than you’d think. And also that there is a “study room” and a “loading room” in the library. Yeah, the last one was what I really learned. The other two facts I knew already.

And Happy Faces Make People Happy. (Or Happier. )

I love comedy.

I know I’m weird, but I have more fun that way, so why would I think that’s a bad thing?

Sincerely,
Alexandra Violet!

HELLO. July 14, 2009

I know it sounds like I’m making excuses for lack of entries but my internet was down for a little while because the modem we had was a little too old to work anymore so we had to get it replaced, which took long enough for me.

Anyway what I’ve been up to lately…

Another book I’m reading! The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart. I’m not quite halfway through the book right yet but I’m really liking it.

And a book I’ve been writing lately is an novel inspired by the Twelfth Night by Shakespeare. And I don’t plan on considering on publishing this one but it’s fun to write anyway. But it’s also quite difficult to write considering I, being the person I am, automatically started writing this from Viola’s point of view in first person. This makes writing it extremely difficult due to all the sub-plots and dramatic irony and you know, scenes that happen with Viola not even there! So, I think I’ll have to go with alternating points of view.

Shakespeare was truly genius.

Anyway, volunteered at a library program yesterday and had to get up early for another one today. It was actually a lot of fun but I had to have a nap once I got home. I recognized this one girl from pathfinders. Not exactly pathfinders, but a flyup because she was only in brownies. Friendly person, (not saying a name) she told me at the flyup that I should be a brownie leader. Which, you know, kind of made my day.
And just something I thought I should say, if you have no idea what the heck I’m talking about with all this ‘pathfinders’ and ‘brownies’ talk, check out this website (the Girl Guides of Canada website) to figure it all out. Easier than me explaining everything. The age groups have changed a little over the years for girl guides and the sort. (I was reading some old guiding book from, like, the seventies recently and it shocked me how different it really was, and honestly, I felt a bit envious in a way that there were actually you know, patrols that would be filled up fast. They treated girl guides like it was the most popular thing around. When today, people see girl guides as those little kiddies who just hike and sell good cookies. Too much work for kid’s today.)

Yeah, so I made this new goal to watch the sunset as often as possible and it worked out for about 2 days last week and so now I’m trying to revieve this goal. But it is setting about … now.

So I got to go.
Bye!

Sincerely,
Alex Violet.

Today was a good day. So far. July 2, 2009

Today I was volunteering at a scavenger-hunt library program and led a group of four kids (ages 9-12) around the library trying to find puzzle peices with riddles on the back that would hint where the next peice is. It was not so bad. Once we were finished, we got to make dragons and stuff out of play-doh and I made a big purple dragon with a red tail and a little green baby dragon. It’s pretty cute, I’ve got to say.

When the kids had all left all the rest of the volunteers and I just stuck around, talking and playing with play-doh.

I told them about my grade 9 clay art project where we were supposed to make mugs.

The teacher had shown us the 3 different ways to make them, there was the coil method (you roll it out like a liccorice and then make it a spiral coming up to form a mug), the slab method (roll it out w/ a rolling pin, then mold it around from there) and the pinch-pot method (where you just take a wad of clay and pinch it into a mug).

While everyone else decided on the easier and faster slab method, I decided I’d play expert and went for the difficult and time-consuming pinch-pot method. Which, I must say, made me in way over my head.

I was doing horribly one of the days we did it when the clay was stiff since it had dried a bit overnight. I added water to it, which made it muddier. I added a handle. It fell off.
Being a very muddy mug, it refused to stay put and slowly slid down into one of those soup bowl things.
And then it became a dog-bowl type thing.
I added two handles. One fell off. The other almost did.
So, once I got around to the painting, I focused more on the inside of the bowl and getting the entire outside of the bowl, I only belatedly realized that the outside only got one coat of it, so it totally ended up horribly.

So I sort of abandoned it in the art room…

It brought my art mark down to an 80%, which I wasn’t so upset with since an eighty is still good, but my mom was sort of peeved since art for me is like … popcorn and butter, peanut butter and jelly, math teachers and homework, scouts and camping, mold and wet paper-machet, … and words and reading.

But, I mean, who cares? I still won the art award for my whole grade!

Today was a good day. So far.

Question of the day: What is the most fond memory you have of failure?