Monday, 31 October 2011

Challenge Yourself

Starting tomorrow I will be partaking in two events for the month of November. 1. Nanowrimo, which I am SUPER excited about. This is actually the first year I am participating (see my earlier post) and I hope to finish with the needed 50 000 words at the end of the month. And 2. 30-day Vegan East Challenge. This means that I will be cutting out any and all animal byproducts out of my diet. This will be kind of difficult since I am a major meat-eater. Both my parents and my brother laughed and said "Good luck" sarcastically. I hope to prove to them that just because I'm a meat-eater it doesn't mean I can't eat vegan foods.

Also, happy halloween! I went to a Halloween "intimate get-together" at a friend's house and we watched Bettlejuice and Rocky Horror Picture Show. I went as an owl since my owl obsession continues.

Quote of the day: And though you fight to stay alive/Your body starts to shiver/For no mere mortal can resist/The evil of the thriller - Thriller by Michael Jackson

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

NaNoWriMo

It's that time of year again writers! NaNoWriMo is coming up and I intend to participate this year. Last year I totally forgot about it and the year before I heard about it after it had taken place so I have resolved to do it this year. I'm still coming up with ideas for the novel I will write, but I have a pretty good idea of what it will be about.

Quote of the day: Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens. - J. R. R. Tolkien

Friday, 14 October 2011

The Witch

Unbeknownst to the farmers and villagers, a shadow flitted across the fields as the sun's warm rays gently touched their houses. Soft, silent steps took the figure from one bush to another, over walls and hedges on their journey. Nothing seemed to hinder the shadow.

            Finally, when most of the villagers were awake and beginning their day, the shadow stopped behind a weathered barn. One of the walls looked as if it was about to cave in and boards were missing from the walls. A woman's face was revealed when she pushed back the black hood of her woollen cloak. She was pale and her face drawn from travel. She crept into the barn for some much needed rest and to see if there might be any food worth eating.

            She had been fleeing for months. Her people had sent her out of the village and chased her away screaming names at her as she fled. Murderer. She hadn't meant to, it had all been an accident. It was a misunderstanding.

            As she lay herself down in the rotting hay she fell into a deep sleep. She dreamt of the day when her neighbours, family and friends had driven her away from the only place she had called home.

            They had always called her a witch, but not with fear. Being a witch was something to be proud of. It was she who healed the sick and wounded; it was she who save the crops numerous times so the village didn't starve; and it was she who had been practicing stronger magic and had killed her only brother while he helped her brew a potion to prevent illness from entering the village.

            She had been inconsolable. As soon as she had seen what she had done, tears streamed from her clear blue eyes. They had been clouded ever since.

            Her own mother had tried to beat her with a broom to make her leave her brother's side. "You killed him! You killed him!" she screeched hysterically. When she finally did leave his side she had been forced out of the house. The strong men threw her over the wall that surrounded the village.

            "A curse upon you! A curse upon you all!" she screamed back at them, intending the words for the entire village but looking only at her mother.

            She woke up in the barn, sweating and breathless, as if she had just ran a long distance. When she realized she had only been dreaming she cried bitterly. She had to learn that the past could not be changed. She had to move on.

            But how could she when there was so much pain in her life. She looked in the direction of the village she was in. She stood up and left the barn, stepping into the village. Everyone here seemed cheerful and kindly in their manner toward each other. She thought this was as good as any other village to start a new life in. She smiled for the first time in months.

Monday, 10 October 2011

Leftovers

Unfortunately, I can't post the video in my post but here's a link to Ross' Sandwich.

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Thanksgiving

This weekend in Thanksgiving in Canada and there is so much to be thankful for! I am thankful for my friends, new and old, my family, my teachers who helped me graduate last year and my profs this year. There is so much to be thankful for this post would go on forever if I tried to list them all. I hope you all enjoy the weekend, whether it's your Thanksgiving or not, and I know everyone has so much to be thankful for. I know I'm especially thankful to be alive and healthy in Canada.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Sunday, 2 October 2011

October Colours

I absolutely love autumn! It's my favourite season of all because of the colours and the holidays. I've been way too busy recently to really enjoy the fact that the leaves are changing colours, but I try to take some time during the bus rides to and from school to look out the window at them.

I have my first university essay due tomorrow and it's an analytical one, so I'm not sure if I did everything exactly as she wanted (I prefer research papers). We had to analyze a poem from a literary journal and it was actually pretty hard to pick one out.

I also have a TON of reading for my courses. The history chapters are piling high, the philosophy text is finished and we're beginning a new one, a history book needs to be read for a book review, short stories need to be read for english, and chapters need to be read for writer's craft. Hopefully this all gets done soon!

In the mean time, I will try to enjoy those fall colours.

Quote of the day: October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again. - Hal Borland Autumn is for Understanding - October 25, Sundial of the Seasons 1964