Next Year



Soon, I'll be be done highschool forever. Forever. No more locker, no more Elgin, no more walks home, no more orcas, no more student 1031626. I can type these words out so easily, they don't mean anything to me... yet. In 29 days I'll be finished; it seems like so much time, but compared to the 5 years I've spent here already, it's a mere second. I (obviously) know that everyone graduates school, but to be so close to the finish line is scaring me, a lot. I'm doing school in Europe for the following year, living with a family of strangers in city I've never even heard of. I keep on thinking of all the down sides when I'm there; recently I realized I won't see my mum dad or brother for a full 10 months. The friends I've made from grade 8 to now will only be able to be contacted through written words. It'll be one of the best years of my life no doubt, but the build up to it is starting to take its toll.

Time


Filthy minutes

dirty little seconds

grubby hours;

Waste them on me

You've got some time on your hands

but please,

don't ever wash them.

Trainspotting

I've finished reading Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh! Bittersweet, sort of; it was the most demoralizing, crude, & raw story I believe I've ever read, & I couldn't have loved it more. It follows the lives of Spud, Sick Boy, Renton, Begbie and Scotsmen, who all struggle with addiction in Leith. Most of the characters are hooked on heroin, or other heavy drugs, along with alcohol & womanizing. The novel is basically a compilation of short stories, which forms the plot.  Each story is structurally different, varying in points of view, time (it is not linear) & expressed in phonetic Scottish. Needless to say, that can be very confusing & sometimes tedious with all the slang and strange spelling, but it makes the book last longer. 

So this:
"Ah went tae Augie's, St. Augestine, likesay, then Craigy, eh Craigroyston, ken. Ah jist pit doon Heriots because ah thoat it wid likes, help us git the joab."

Translates to this:
I went to Augie's, St. Augestine [a school], you know, then Craigy, eh Craigroyston [another school], ya. I just put down Heriots [an upper class school] because I though it would like, help me get the job.

When Welsh writes through his characters in first person, it's written through their stream of consciousness, revealing their every thought towards the event taking place. Although the book is about addiction, there are parts that I related to in strange ways; passages about life that I understood, despite referring to dugs. It also includes many song references (Velvet Underground, Lou Reed, The Proclaimers [who are from Leith], Iggy Pop etc...) which I see as a plus. So, if you like dark, crude humour, & don't get offended by extremely explicit language/situations, you should pick this sucker up.


P.S. It's also a movie, which I have yet to see, & is supposedly very graphic & controversial... so I'll probably like it.

Haikus

Sunset mollifies,
Its ribbons of tawny yolk;
Milky and pensive.


Rain falls on my cheek
Or is it a salty tear?
I wipe it away


Glum girl with gumboots.
Tangled, sodden web of hair;
Strangled by the cold


The moon is my light
Paths emerge out of darkness
But I am still lost


Rubber boots bellow
Puddles, alluring & pure
Annihilated


Fluttering to earth;
Dead now, falling to their graves
The leaves rest in peace


 

Natural Blues

I let the blades of grass tickle my toes for one last lingering moment, soaking in the rays with closed eyes. My name is called once again, forcing my feet to part ways with the pasture. As I reluctantly slither into the car seat, a blast of dreadfully frigid air covers my skin with goosebumps. Rubbing the spots does not help. The warmth of the sun is left outside, taunting me as the car passes through its glow. My head shifts from right to left watching tentatively at each field we pass. Foliage as green as envy blurs itself as we speed down the dirt road. Gray & black begin to take the place of the rich emerald as we close in on our destination. Once the wheels reach the cement, an uncomfortably familiar sound fills the car. The bothersome noise of the unnatural ground below us reverberates in my ears for the rest of the car ride. No amount of music can drown out the hum.
         After the extensive drive, we arrive at our destination. Jets & airplanes fill my head with more cacophonic noises as I grudgingly confine my feet inside a pair of shoes. For the following flight, I sleep in a claustrophobic, foul chair, like hundreds of other passengers have done so before.

         Another long drive awaits me; however, as we near the end, I become exceedingly more anxious. I disrobe my shoes instantaneously as I see the horizon widen. The same green I saw so long ago returns to my line of vision. I don’t wait for the car to reach a halt, it’s too close. The door slams behind me as I prance back out to the meadow. The wind animates the long blades as if to say hello. As my toes meet the delicate touch of the flora, a reassuring feeling from Mother Nature floods back into my body like it does ever year.


Edited at 22:20 on Mar/1/2011

New Things




Hello to all reading this fabulous new blog thing I've created! I'm not really sure on how to make the first entry very exciting or out of the ordinary... Sorry folks. On this blog I hope to use as many sentence fragments as possible & use all the ampersands my heart desires. Unfortunately, I’m kidding. Love &&&&. I guess I’ll write something out later. I have to learn about logarithms.

(I don’t like the song… But it reminds me of The Royal Tenenbaums & I love tennis, & it’s called hello so I thought it was slightly relevant)





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