The Non Believer

All right chaps, hang on to your kickers!

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 04:02:34 GMT

Can’t believe it’s already the 24th of December. It feels as though it’s sometime late October or mid November instead.

So a lot has happened in a week. One, I started playing video games again – especially since there is TONS of free time. The main game is Person 4, which would be the continuation of Persona 3 (that I was playing constantly last year this time). Fun game, it’s definitely a step up from the former. It also get’s you to really level up in the beginning. Which was sort of annoying because I failed the first boss battle a record 26 times.

Got my regular fix of StarBucks coffee this week. I’ve been trying to have a different coffee each time. Which has lead to this one: a Grande Caramel Macchiato. It was an expresso of some sort. The girl making the drink so of made a design with the caramel syrup. The best part of the experience was the lady at the cash almost spelling my name currently. I’ve had ‘Christal’ or ‘Kristina’ so often it isn’t funny. How hard is Krysta?

Last Saturday, I met up with friends to do the annual shopping / gift exchange (left photo: Kamini, Annie, Wylie, and Kitty). We normally go to the Eaton’s Centre, but this time we went to Yorkdale. I’ve never seen so many people before. We started by meeting up at Don Mills, taking the subway to Sheppard; then taking bus across to Downsview and then back on the subway for two stops.

My secret santa turned out to be Kamini. Which was great since she mentioned earlier (while on the bus) that she wanted some thick, warm leggings. Which turns out was easier said than done. The stores had thighs that fit the description, but they were either see-through or in really awkward colours. Colours that just would fit Kamini. So as we all wondered around looking at things, I stuck close to Kamini incase she dropped some hints.

While wondering around, I did she this awesome deep purple skirt. It was short, and very puffy and came with a large purple bow on the side. It was great, but when I tried it on the skirt just didn't work out. It was awkward since I wasn't wearing the proper top. I plan to go back and try it on in the new year. We also grabbed some food and drinks.

After a bit we separated to go find a gift for our chosen person. Wylie and I stuck together for a bit since we had no idea what to do. Wylie had Kitty and the only thing she liked was a winter coat and well... Wylie wasn't sure if she should buy it or something else. The two of us asked around about the warm, thick tights for a bit before splitting up ourselves. Kamini did drop one hint, a belt. Like one of those high waist ones.

Honesty, I wasn't sure where to get said belt. The few stores that I knew of that sold theme only carried a small supply of them. And looking through their selection, I didn't find anything interesting - or that she would like. Many of them were very flashy and large. So I wondered into Ya Ya Co. Never been in that store before. I've seen it many times while at STC, but the store always reminded me of a club store - one where you go for clubbing clothing. Surprisingly enough, the store had a huge selection of belts. Ones that were super big and flashy to very simple ones. I got Kamini a simple one, which was a good call since she loved it and wanted to grab another one before we left.

Oh! While wondering around I saw some interesting things. The first being a Holt Renfrew display window. It was probably the creepiest, most creative store window I've ever seen (top left photo). It was this 'family' photo display where all the mannequins had snowman heads. But on first glance, it was also really, really odd. It definitely made you stop and stare. The second (top right photo) were these boots that this lady was wearing. They were lime green!!!

After exchanging gifts, Kitty left to get home and change before a family dinner. Annie, Kamini, Wylie and I stuck around for a few hours longer. We actually spent seven hours shopping! Definitely had sore feet the next day. End the end we left Yorkdale around 8:30 pm. It would take 30 minutes to get home via TTC, and we were all hungry so I ordered pizza to meet us at my house. The pizza made it there before us (good thing someone was home to grab it). Everyone stayed for a while longer, and then left for home.

Anyway, it was my mom’s birthday on was on the 21st of December (Monday). I always think that people whose birthdays fall around this time get cheated. Mainly because so many people forget about said birthday since they are more focus on the end of year work. This, sadly, also happens with my mom’s birthday. I can’t tell you how many times we have forgotten and end up getting a gift last minute.

This year was more planed out. We celebrated her day on a Sunday by taking her out to dinner.

As a gift, everyone pitched in and got her an iMac. It was my job to set it up before she got home. Everything was set up and working fine until I tried to hook it up to the home network. The airport wasn’t connecting to the network, so I called Bell Canada. To make this story short, by the time mom came home, I succeed to knock all the computers of the network.

It still isn’t back up. But we do have a temporary fix until the Holidays are over.

oh, life, I get carried away by you so frequently

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 00:11:16 GMT

Officially done college for this semester!

I have to admit, this semester has been a mass of … confusion on so many levels. There have been discussions (arguments) that we had at student counsel meetings about the difference between flexibility and chaos. The later being what this semester resembled and not in the ‘oh, pretty explosion’ way either.

There were many factors that contributed of course: like the abundance of professors leaving; the college network failing spectacularly; absence of assignment briefs; and annoying block mates.

The latter, of course, lead to an overdue 15-minute monolog rant of fast talking-coffee hyper-ness on my part; all of which was given over dinner at home (parent’s house). I basically stomped in, and took over the kitchen while my whole family was trapped sitting at the pale blue wooden painted, round table. It was verbal-diarrhea at it’s best.

It all needed to be said though. There is nothing like going to college every day only to reenact a drama.

As for the rest of the drama, I suppose it couldn’t be helped. The mess all started on the second day of classes (Wednesday excluded) when we came into packaging class only to realize that our original professor quite a week before classes started. Which is fine, but it took two weeks before we actually got a professor. Once we got her, she needed to leave for two weeks since she is an athlete. She actually went over to Australia to play soccer for a Canadian team. Her team ended up winning gold.

The other professor that we lost was Alyson (typography professor). She had a good reason; basically the new first years were having a lot of trouble grasping programs and concepts. So we got an OCAD (university) professor named Errol - like the Weasley’s family bird (no one sees to relate that though). He is a professional logo designer and OCAD professor that gave us all really good advice for the future in this profession. The only downside to him was that he talked a great deal which constantly left no time to get commentary on our work.

The second major problem was the college network. From the first day of school up to about week nine, the network has not been working. Basically, the login to many of the computers was not working. Which seems tiny, but caused a huge problem. Most labs (not all) consist of 25-45 computers; with the network problem it limited that to maybe 16-20 that could actually work. This became bothersome not just to my program, but all of them including the faculty. It eventually took an email from the Dean of the school to get the IT Department to fix it.

Stress has proven to be useful. I mean… coffee is awesome. Been trying out the holiday coffee at StarBucks. Normally I only drink the holiday blend coffee, nothing interesting. These photos are of a Gingerbread Latte [left] and a Pumpkin Spice Latte [right]. The latter was strangely orange.

Kidding, the stress has proven to be helpful in improving on my designs. Specifically, it was my illustrative skills – which was greatly needed (advertisement posters sucked last year). A lot of design solutions this semester came from dreams, which makes me feel a little insane…. Like we had to build a website, and I got the colour theme after having a dream of setting my old (camp) boss on fire. Of course the actual flame was dark gray, golden yellow, sky blue, and white.

Other than odd dreams, there was a small food gathering with block mates over leftover food. Not a dinner, but with art students free food is free food. There was mini cheese pizza [above left] and a variety cake pieces [above right]. All of which were yummy. Later last week (while entering the last week of college) I was having a hard time.

Mainly issues of stress do to finals; so I went and tried something new. Drank some apple cider, a drink that I’ve only had a few times before hand. The only place that sold some was at Second Cup. Which was cool, they gave the drink with a cinnamon stick.

Anyways, I’m glad this semester is over. Really, really glad.

The professional side of things

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:49:47 GMT

Taken: October 19, 2009

Really love the way this photo turned out. This is Kyle, a class mate from my program. He's a great, ridiculously funny guy (although you can't tell from this photo), asked if I could take a photo of him for a joke. This was done with his camera (not sure what model), in the main hallway at the college, with all natural lighting. The colours were taken out because of the horrible yellow/blue/green lighting effects of the corner I took the photo in.

The button story: blow me?

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 16:32:04 GMT

Taken: September 20, 2009

This is the hat that holds my button collection. The three small design ones are from a local Contemporary Artshop and Gallery called Magic Pony. The largest one was given to me by a friend a UofT. It was during the students campaign to lower tuition fees - they were given out at a rally. The last one has a funny story.

Last Friday, I was on the bus on the way to college when a random guy said he had a pin for me to go on my hat. A total stranger. He reached into his jacket and pulled out this pin that said: Blo ME.

The first thought in my head was: where's the W?

Turns out that it's suppose to be like that. The stranger said it was from some organization that helps homeless kids on the street. Which probably means that it stands for something. But I have this itching feeling of writing a large W on it anyways.

It turns out later that said Stranger was in my first class, and sits next to me.

Prompt 564 - Emergency room

Tue, 19 May 2009 01:27:37 GMT

[Note: Originally posted at Shailee's Blog. ]

Sunnybrook Hospital’s emergency ward was one of the four traumas wards in Ontario, Canada. It was also the busiest hospital in Toronto seated just off Bayview. A rather narrow four-lane road with more traffic then it could hold.

The emergency ward sat off back to the right of the main hospital building. It was the first building to the right when coming off Bayview Avenue. The exterior of the building was identical to the main and four other ones that made up Sunnybrook Hospital. The only difference was the inside.

The ward itself looked well used. It was divided into two main sections. The front part was the waiting area. It held a continuous row of chairs along the wall, and two lines in the middle facing the check in desk. There was a large wide path to the left. It connected a clear path from the outer ward doors to the actual emergency ward. The doors to the waiting room had a bright red sticker across the window of the sliding doors that read ‘EMERGENCY’ in white, bold Helvetica lettering. Along that wall was the check in desk. The desk was a counter that sat inside the emergency ward with a bulletproof glass screen in front, and a solid wall running the rest of the wall.

The inside of the ward was definition of organized chaos. There was a central desk right the front doors. It was the place where the staff to gather around to discuss, argue, and talk to one another. The desk area contained: a double sided white board, three computers, three desks in box formation, chairs, patient charts, pens, carts, cubbyholes, and lots of loose papers. This was probably the most organized spaced. The rest of the ward held: 12 patients’ beds, all divided by faded yellow curtains; white or brown carts holding different materials; two ER rooms at the back and a staff only lounge. All of which sat on grey, speckled, and yet very cracked floor; and surround by wine, purple coloured walls that were stained in many places. So stained that it was impossible to tell what stain was what now. Many of which looked as though they were growing some sort of black mould in their centres or edges.

The entire place smelt that gross indescribable hospital smells. The one that you only find in highly sterile places. Which causes all employees to be constantly freezing; the visitors to feel sick, and all patients to complain about it being to hot.

“The staff toilet flooded again,” came Aaron’s voice as he walked towards the central desk. And stood in front of the ward’s resident go to guy.

He was heavyset man that looked oddly out of place at the small desk he worked at. He was bald, and wore a sleeveless muscle shirt instead of the mandatory white doctor coat. It was evident as to why, his large pumped up muscled arms wouldn’t have allowed such a tight-sleeved fit.

“Again? Wonderful, I’ll call maintenance.” He said picking up the phone. “Although, it’ll probably be as long as the last time.”

“Great,” said Aaron sarcastically. “Looks like we’ll be using the public toilets down the hall again.”

“What’s this about public toilets?” Came a female voice from behind them. Aaron turned his head to the side and nodded his head towards Sarah. Sarah was the head nurse here. A petit woman dressed in green scrubs, with her hair pulled back into a ponytail and a bright pink pen stuck in it.

“Aaron flooded the toilet again.” Both Sarah and the desk guy broke out into laughter.

“Your girlfriend made spicy Mexican food again?” said Sarah through a mouth full of giggles.

“Right,” said Aaron drumming his hands on the desk and smiling. “So her cooking isn’t great, she is better at other more important things.”

“You mean like –“

“Right people, we have a call coming in, the giggles can wait for later!” Came the booming voice of Nina the ward’s director.

Aaron and Sarah along with a few more staff members followed Nina out. They walked out the ward doors, through the crowed waiting room, and out into the car bay. The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. It sounded like maybe three or four ambulances.

“All right people,” said Nina turning around to look at the 15 or so staff members. “There was an explosion at a local factory. The victims have third degree burns and other superficial injuries.”

The sirens were coming closer. You could just about see their flashing red sirens against the night sky as they barrowed down Bayview’s narrow lanes. There was a total of four, all-weaving in and out of cars as they speed forward. As they neared the final intersection to assess the hospital, their sirens and horns blazed causing cars to screeched or skid to a stop. The first ambulance, gunning forward still, made the left turn to the hospital. Sliding through the intersection’s middle with screeching tires just made it into the lane’s entrance. The second ambulance handled the left turn the same but with more success and followed the first on closely into the waiting bay. Where they rolled to a stop. The third ambulance was still coming; took the left turn a bit late and slid through the lights and into a few stationary cars in the opposite lane. The cars made loud crunching noises and the back in hit them. The tires screeched and the ambulance launched forward and drove into the entrance closely following the fourth ambulance. They both turned into the emergency bay at a high speed. The fourth one skidded to a halt; tapping the side of the first ambulance. While the third one prowled into the curve, up onto the side walk and crashed into the side of the entrance’s doors.

“Okay…,” said Nina looking at the last two ambulance to arrive. “Obviously Toronto’s finest are on holiday. All right, least see what we’ve got.”

Nina walked up to the first ambulance as the back door open. The paramedic attending to the patient jumped down, as his partner pulled the stretcher out. The patient was strapped into the stretcher and rapped up in shiny, sliver crinkly sounding blankets.

“What do we have?” came Nina’s voice over the sirens still coming in the distance.

“A 30 year old male, with chemical burns to 70 percent of his body – mainly his chest. He’s blood pressure is through the roof, difficulty breathing, and has a history of heart attacks,” rhymed off the paramedic. “HIV positive too.”

“Alright, Patrick, Sally, and May this one is yours,” Nina pointed at the ambulance as she walked over to the next one. “Prep the ER and call the Burn ward you’ll need their help for this one.”

“What, do we have here Brett?” Nina said while nodding towards the patient getting pulled from the back.

“Nothing interesting Nina,” Brett chuckle while consulting the patients chart.

“Factory worker with burned hands – looks like she’ll be losing them. Oh and watch out, this one still have some chemicals on her.”

“What do you mean not interesting!” exclaimed the angry patient.

“He means from a medical standing,” said Nina. “Right Sarah, Aaron this is yours. When finished we’ll need help in the ER.”

Aaron and Sarah nodded and walked forward. Sarah grab the chart and began looking through it and asking for more information. While the other paramedic and Aaron lead the way into the ward.

“All right, let’s put her in curtain seven,” Aaron said while pointing to said curtain. They wheeled the stretcher over, and moved the patient from it to the bed. “Okay let’s have a look at you.”

“Have fun with it, we need to get back out there,” explained Brett the paramedic. He and his partner left pulling the stretcher behind them.

Aaron nodded and began to pull off the silver, crinkly blanket from the lady’s hands. He was already able to tell how bad the hands were from removing the blanket and starting to undo the gauze. The hands were still very hot, signs that the flesh was still burning underneath it. Not to mention the patient wasn’t wincing in pain from him handling the hands.

Sarah had, in the mean time; grabbed a cart of equipment to deal with the burns and anything else. Of course, she wasn’t expecting the scene beneath the wrappings.

The hands underneath the bandages were not just black and crispy, with curled in fingers from losing the muscles like they should be. No, these hands were different. They were black and possibly every other colour of the rainbow. The normal black, chard, and crispy skin had gooey clumps of colour. Colour, that seems to be melted into the burnt skin.

“Erm… are you sure these are burns?” asked Aaron.

Sarah tore her eyes away from the hands and consulted the patient’s chart again. “According to the paramedics, yes.” She said then looked up at the patient. “What type of factory did you work in Miss?”

“A candy one,” said the women, as though it was something they ought to have known by now.

“A candy factory,” repeated Aaron, looking over the hands. “And Brett said this wasn’t an interesting case. Sarah, start with taking off as much of the candy off. Then we’ll see if we can preserve the hands. I’m going to go and get a consult from the Burn Unit.”

“Okay,” said Sarah turning to the cart and picking up a scalpel. “Let’s see what the damage is like.” Taking a hand, Sarah began to slowly pick off the melted colour candy. It wasn’t easy; the candy was melted fairly well into the skin. Which made it very difficult to not take some of the skin off while at it.

Mean while, Aaron walked through the ward’s halls looking for the Burn Unit. He knew they where called to the ward from hearing the PA system. But the question was more about where were they. It was made harder since the ward was getting more and more busy with victims from the explosion.

“Hey,” called Aaron as he walked up to the desk with the go-to guy. “Do you know where I can find the Burn Unit?”

“ER one – where a mask.”

“Thanks!” called Aaron as he ran to the back of the ward to the ER rooms. Stopping just outside to grab a mask, which he held up to his face, then pushed the ER doors open.

Emergency room one was like the rest of the ward – falling slowly apart before everyone’s eyes. The room held a busy staff that crowed around whatever poor patient that need help. The staff seemed to be busy pushing and pulling at each other to get closer to the patient. They had a good reason; the room was tiny.

“Aaron,” called out Nina from the middle of the crow. “What do you want?”

“The Burn Unit consultant,”

Nina made some sort of signal to the crowd and an older man stepped back from the group. He was old, with black, greying hair and glasses perched on his nose. He wore scrubs, with a surgeon hat, mask, and gloves.

“You need a consult?” He said in a heavy voice.

“Yes, common, out here,” said Aaron leading the way from the room to just a ways outside. He tore the mask off once outside and turned towards the man. “We have a patient with extremely burnt hands.”

“Well that’s simple. What do you need me for?” asked the man, as he too removed his gear and headed toward the front desk with Aaron walking behind him.

“Because there is still candy colour chemical clumps stuck to her hands. I left a nurse to remove them, we need you to check if the hands are still salvageable.”

The man stopped on the spot and slowly turned around. “There’s still candy on them? How is it being removed?”

“So far with a scalpel,” said Aaron leading the way to the patient. “They are right over here at curtain seven.”

There was Sarah; standing with her back was turned to them as she fiddled with something on the cart. It wasn’t long before she turned around holding a small flame torch used to burn things away.

“Shit!” spat the man with wide eyes as he began to run towards the patient and Sarah. “DON’T PUT THAT NEA –“

Outside, on Bayview Avenue, a deafening loud explosion rang out through the area. The ground shook, and the night sky were set on fire. The explosion came from Sunnybrook Hospital’s emergency ward.

The scene was horrendous. The whole ward was nothing more then a ball of fire. Flames reached up close, to 30 feet. Some of them licked at the adjoining walk ways to the rest of the hospital. People and staff from the hospital stumbled and gathered outside looking with shocked plastered faces at the wreckage. The stood, frozen in fear, amazement, and confusing at the scene.

Sirens could be heard in the distance. Scrambling in a race to get to the second explosion in the city.

The death count stood tall at 150 people. And counting.

Prompt 589 - Engagement ring

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 01:01:23 GMT

"Where did that man put it?" muttered Kelly as she stomped out of the kitchen and into the clutter hallway.

Clutter was more of an understatement, the house looked as though an elephant ran through the place. The hall was litter with papers, boxes on their sides with content spilling out, coins randomly spotted the floor and a random pen here or there. It was more of a disaster-ridden warpath than a hall. Kelly didn't seem to notice much as she continued stomping down the hall towards the master washroom.

"Have you found the memory card yet?" came a static crackle into Kelly's ear. The voice was of a male and very deep, possibly 45. The man sounded as frustrated as Kelly looked.

"No, I have not found it Allen. It's the same as when you asked me five minutes ago." Kelly sighed heavily as she took her right hand and ran it through her long black hair.

This was the only room she hadn't check - the washroom. The room was confined by it's egg blue wall; it had a sink to the right of the door with a large mirror sitting on the wall above it and cabinets underneath the counter top; a toilet sat next to that, and a tub by a bare window. It was the only room deprived of any personal touches - no pictures of the happy couple, no toiletries left out except soap. It was bare.

"We are running out of time", came Allen's voice, breaking Kelly out of her observations.

Shaking her head, Kelly crouched down and pulled open the cabinets under the sink. The smell of dankness filled her nose as she took in the brown pipe works and off white walls. The area was wet like and held only shampoos, soap replacements, shaving cream, and an electric razor.

Again nothing.

Getting frustrated, she stood up and looked around the room again. There had to be a hiding place somewhere here. Somewhere she was missing.

Looking around, everything was mostly out in the open with little places to hide anything that could not be spotted at once. Kelly looked at the toilet. There wasn't anything about it that stood out. It was made of old pink china plaster, looking oddly out of place to the room. There was no cover to the top lid of the bowl, just the cover you sat your ass on.

Kelly walked up to it, looking at it more carefully.

"There...”

The top of the toilet tank sat just a bit off. It was slightly raised up on the tank’s edge on the left, backside as though hastily replaced. Taking another step, Kelly lifted the top off and set it down on the ground. There attached to the back wall was a small black case attached to the tank’s side by wet duck tape.

Kelly reached in and pulled the black case out. It was of metal, and had a heavy yet light feeling to it. It had an easy to open flip switch. To make sure the contents were what she was looking for, Kelly flip the lid open.

She wasn’t expecting to find this. The box was just suppose to be a case that held codes for a dooms day device; it held a ring inside it instead. The ring was white gold, with three blue jewels in the middle. It was an engagement ring to be precise.

“Do you like it?” came a familiar voice from behind.

Kelly quickly stood up, and whipped around to face the owner. She came face to face with the barrel of a gun held tightly in her boyfriend’s hand.

“Was going to ask you to marry me,” came his disturbingly cheerful voice. “But then you had to betray me.”

Prompt 228 - Call 911 (pt.4)

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 12:35:40 GMT

Devon looked up at Adrian with a shocked expression plastered across his face. For the most part, he and Toby never got along. Actually, it was a fact that everyone at school knew. It was a given that any time the two of them came across each other, there would be insults thrown at one another till there was no further comebacks left to say. Hell, they hated each other so much, that no teacher new or old would willingly or purposely pair them together for the headache that was sure to follow them.

The only thing that the school didn’t, or have forgotten, was the reason behind the hatred. However, as far as Devon knew, neither of them cared to clear the matter up despite the many chances to do so.

But she just saved your life…

Why would she willingly do such a thing?

Her life would be so much better off without me….

______________________________________________________________________________

(Adrian’s POV)

Adrian shook his head after seeing Devon’s face. He was definitely going to have a lot to think about. It was everyday that the person that hated you the most would choose to help save your life. Even if the situation would have allowed said person to not actually have too.

“Why don’t you grab some clothes,” I gestured towards the pile of clothes at one end of the tent. “I’ve got a fire going.”

I turned around and retreated back to my fire. Devon wasn’t the only one that had a lot to think about. We all did. The main problem was getting back to the campsite were the car and the remainder of the gear was. As far as I could figure, after the downstream nightmare, we had to be roughly two miles by river and maybe six to eight by land. Roughly.

I could probably figure it out if the GPS wasn’t at the bottom of the river.

But the stupid device was. With that thought, I grab some dirt and threw it angrily into the fire. Said fire’s blaze shrunk a bit before gaining momentum again.

“Where’s Toby?” said Devon as he emerged from the tent and walked towards the fire.

He was dressed or partly. In the rush last night to warm him up, I had cut all his clothes to the point of being nothing more then worthless shards. The only think that my scissors couldn’t cut through were his jeans. So there he stood, dressed in only a pair of jeans, bare chest, and his runners. It was better then nothing at all, but walking through the bush will be another story.

“She’s off in the bush probably letting out some steam.”

“You let her go off alone?” exclaimed Devon from where he sat beside me. He looked like a bug with his eyes and mouth open wide.

“Why do you care?” I looked at him. “It was your big mouth that sent her of in the first place.”

“She’s a girl!” exclaimed Devon again.

“Really? Did you just notice that? And here I thought you already knew what girls looked like since you’re dating one.”

“Would you lay off Tiffany,” said Devon. “Besides, I wouldn’t let her or any girl go wondering off into the woods alone, and half naked!”

“Toby will be fine. She knows not to go off to far. She can handle herself.”

“How d you know?” Devon said while throwing his hands up in the air. “I’m going to fine her.” With that said, Devon got up and began walking towards the trees.

Sighing, Adrian pushed himself to his feet. “Look, it’s a nice change seeing you have a heart, but she’s mad at you,” I placed a hand on Devon’s shoulder to stop him. “No offence rich boy, but you’re the last person she’ll want to see.”

With that being said I walked towards the edge of the clearing. The woods didn’t look as eerie as they did last night. They looked more welcoming with its trees’ green leaves bouncing sunlight off them. Not to mention being able to see more into the forest than just what you see in front of you. It was, in away, more reassuring despite the fact of being lost.

Turning back, I looked over my shoulder at Devon, “Stay here, I’ll be back.” And I entered the bush where I last saw Toby.

I didn’t have to walk very far in before I found her. Toby for the most part was probably the only girl that acted more like a guy. More so then most self declared tom girls he knew at school. In fact, all the guys in their year thought of her as one. And well… the way she dressed didn’t help this either. Toby’s normal wardrobe consisted of baggy jeans, and two layers of shirts: normally a t-shirt under a polo shirt. The outfit made her look like she had a flat chest, more so then the other small-breasted girls in school. Now was a different story. Toby looked female, but no one would have notice unless she was half naked in front of him or her. Toby at the moment was standing on a log looking towards the river we came here by. She stood there in her five-nothing height; arms crossed under her small breasts; long hair hanging messily just an inch past her shoulders; wear a pair of black knickers; and standing with her legs slightly parted to hold her balance on the log.

“That river ride was something wasn’t it?” she said looking over her shoulder back at me.

Prompt 228 - Call 911 (pt.3)

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 18:06:53 GMT

If I had been paying more attention, I would have noticed the fact that Devon wasn't unconscious any more. However, I didn't. No instead I noticed his warm lips. Warm lips, that seemed to not be stiff with cold like before. In fact they weren't even parted any more - they were moving ... against mine.

There goes my first kiss.

It wasn't bad; just it wasn't what I expected at all. For one, I was no longer breathing air into his mouth, no that stopped 20 seconds ago. For another, it was rather evident that the warm lips attached to mine were very experienced in the art called kissing. So now, my inexperienced mouth was clumsy following Devon's as he took control.

The kiss was, wet. It started out with him running his tongue along my bottom lip. Then before darting past it said lip and entering my mouth. It was an odd feeling having another tongue in my mouth; his tongue seemed to explore my mouth cavity, before starting a battle with my own tongue. The whole act reminded me of when a doctor uses a tongue suppressor to check ones mouth upon an annual check up. Besides that it wasn’t so bad. Except, Devon retracted his tongue, and as he did so he began to also pull away. Which caused him to bit my bottom lip. Actually, it was more like he caught it between his teeth and pulled it towards him.

"Tiffany..." moaned Devon.

Jerking away and reality came crashing back.

Tiffany. She was Devon's current girlfriend. Namely the only one, of the very few girls, that had lasted longer than Devon's 'Flavour of the week'. They have been going out for a total of 100 days - a record for playboy Devon.

Nonetheless, it still stung that he had mistaken me for her.

Somehow while we were kissing, He had sat up so that he now was prop up on his elbows with the sleeping bad cover pooling around his waist. So with this new position, he could clearly see me sitting back on my heels staring at him with wide eyes and swollen lips. Devon noticed my reaction. He looked back at me with: eyes full of hatred; hair messy; bright red, puffy lips; and a bare upper chest with angry blue bruising.

Despite this angry look, I could sort of understand why girls find him cute. He was...

"To ugly to get a kiss, so you steal one from an unconscious guy?" he sneered.

... until he opened his big mouth.

I scowled back at him. "You're the one that kissed me!" I said while throwing my arms up in frustration.

"Right..." he smirked right back. "Like I would kiss someone as butt ugly as you."

"For you information, you pompous jerk,” I said while jabbing him as hold as possible in his chest. “You were the one unconscious, that wasn’t breathing, and had no pulse! If it wasn't for me breathing for you, you'd be DEAD!"

By the end of my out burst me were nose-to-nose facing each other. From this position, I could see his dark blue eyes narrow into slights, and the gears in his brain working hard for a come back.

"A likely story.” He said as he removed my finger from jabbing into his chest. “Why don't you just admit it - you just wanted to be kissed since no one -"

SMACK

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(Adrian's POV)

It was evident Devon had woken up, if the rustling of materials and harsh whispers were coming from the tent weren’t evident enough.

Well if they're up, minus well tell them the fire is up.

Adrian got up from his crouching spot in front of the fire. And turned towards the tent just as a partly dressed Toby pushed her way out. He watched wordlessly as she, clad in only a pair of black panties, stalked away and into the bush. There was only one person that could get shy Toby to forget about her modesty and be so mad: Devon. Sighing, Adrian walked towards the tent, pulled back the door, and stepped inside.

Devon was still sitting in the sleeping bag. Although he now not only sported blue bruising on his chest due to the compressions, but also and angry red hand print mark on his face. If this had been anywhere else, Adrian would have laughed. But if they were going to make it back home, laughing would need to be set aside. Toby and him were knowledgeable in wilderness survival to last their predicament out, but rich kid Devon was another story.

“You do realize that she saved your life, right?”

[A/N: Sorry for the long wait. It's longer than the last two. I've basically sort of figured out the way this prompt is heading. Probably going to be (roughly) ten parts, give or take. Um... I wrote this on the subway with a permanent blush attached to my cheek for the first half.]

Prompt 228 - Call 911 (pt.2)

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 04:13:17 GMT

“TOBY!” somebody was violently shaking me, as they yelled my name. “Fuck, Toby! Wake up!”

“Nah…?” was my groggy reply. Slowly, I propped myself up on an elbow and looked over at Adrian. He's face told me everything. Even in my sleepy state, the worry lines etched into his face set my heart racing. There was something wrong, and it was Devon.

“Common, we’ve gotta help him,” I said as I threw the clovers of my body. My shyness gone and my nerves kicking into gear.

Without thinking, I started CPR. Devon had no pulse that much was evident when Adrian lent forward and blew air into Devon’s open mouth. Once two breaths were in, I stated the compressions. It was hard work pushing down on his chest; it was like the cold had stiff his body despite us warming him up. But once the first five compressions were down, a bruise began it's formation.

“30,” I breathed out. Keeping my hands on his chest as I waited for Adrian’s role.

Adrian blew another breath into Devon’s mouth. It went in, and he was given another. But this time, it didn’t seem to. Adrian pulled his head back, and checked Devon’s mouth.

“There’s nothing there,” came his puzzled voice. “His tongue isn’t obstructing anything either. What’s blocking it then?”

Not wasting time, I started up the compressions again. Truth be told, none of us have eaten anything that our stomachs wouldn’t have already digested.

“I … don’t … know,” came my breathless reply. “It … might … have not … gone …in.” It had only been two complete rounds and I was tired.

“30!”

Adrian gave Devon another breath, then another. It was a good sign that the breaths went in. Next Adrian slid his right hand down a bit to Devon’s neck to check his pulse. I must have given him a pointed look because Adrian nodded at me with a weak smile.

“He’s still not breathing on his own though,” said Adrian while he back up from Devon’s prone figure. “Can you handle giving him breaths while I grab us some water and make a fire?”

“Do I have a choice?” came my bitter reply. The only response was Adrian’s pointed look. “Okay, okay. I’ll try to play nice.”

"Don't just try, do!"

Adrian turned his back on me to grab his shorts and then left the tent. Moving towards Devon’s head, I crunched down close and began giving rescue breathing ever five seconds. This was more tiring then doing compressions. At least now I understand what my teacher meant by breathing for two is straining.

It was getting brighter or at least it was inside the tent. However, without a watch there was no way for me to know what time it was. The sun seemed to leak in through the tent's red material making our tent felt sort of warm despite being naked. So why Devon nearly choked on us didn’t make much sense if the outside air was a bit warm. That and Devon’s skin felt warmer then it had been last night. But he was still pale, and his lips, although not blue anymore, were still cool.

Churching down again, I gave Devon another breath.

This situation was sort of ironic. For one, I hate Devon and everything he represents at school. Devon was Mr. Popularity; he had girls fighting over him to be his; he had girls throwing themselves at him for sex; and he was rich. And the one tiny girl that always found time to insult him just helped save his life. Which also meant I was enemy number on to his girlfriend Laura and her girls.

Distracted by the changes in my surroundings, I realised it was time for another breath. I also failed to realise that Devon wasn’t out anymore.

[A/N: Thinking of fully completing this prompt so that it turns into a long oneshot. For now, I'm just writing it in parts, since I'm not sure where I'm heading with it yet.]

Prompt 228 - Call 911 (pt.1)

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 20:21:22 GMT

Devon was getting worse.

His skin felt ice cold, he looked white as a sheet, and his once red lips were blue. And his teeth were chattering so much that I'm surprised they haven't chipped yet. The only hope we had for warming him up was getting the tent up. The tent... Adrian wasn't having an easy time with that.

Light was limited, it was darker tonight than a few nights ago or maybe it was just that the situation. The forest itself felt as though it was closing in on us from all sides. There was nothing to see in the small flashlight Adrian was using to set the tent up. But it really couldn't be help, the rest of our stuff was in the lake two miles away, and the tent plus one sleeping bag was all we had that was dry. Dry and with us that is.

"Okay, the tent is up, lets get him inside," came Adrian's voice as he walked back towards where I sat with Devon. "I'll grab the upper half, you get the feet, okay?"

My only response is the nodding of my head as I reach down and grab Devon's feet. For someone that was sex feet tall his feet happen to be rather heavy, but then again, he is dead weight now. We moved in a slow pace with Adrian in the lead walking carefully backwards. It was only a few paces to said tent, but just getting there was tough. Once inside, Devon was paced on the open sleeping bag.

"Where going to need to warm him up," said Adrian as he bends over to check Devon's pulse. From the look on his face the pulse must have dropped again. This was bad.

"Will have to use direct body heat," came my own small voice. Adrian just nodded at me.

Being a shy person had me turning my bad to both the guys as I undressed. It was a rather hard chore to do with our clothes still soaked. I could hear the cutting of scissors, and looking over my shoulder, the slight told me that Adrian was cutting away Devon's clothes. His designer clothes - he'll definitely hate us for sure if he ever wakes up.

"He's good, get in the sleeping bag now, before he loses anymore heat," said Adrian, as he put the scissors back somewhere.

This wasn't something I wanted to do; Devon and I aren’t on good terms then and now. He hates me, and now I'm climbing into a sleeping bag with his naked self just as bare. Faith sure hates me. Crunching down in a squat, I turned slowly around. I may have been on more friendly terms with Adrian, but being naked in a tent with two guys had me nervous. Checking that Adrian's back was turned, I made a dash to Devon's left side and threw the open half of the sleeping bag over us. Adrian didn't take long. Once he was done he too turned towards the sleeping bag, I averted my eyes as he crunched down. Without it being verbalized, Adrian zipped the sleeping bag almost closed and climbed in.

"Can you turn on your side?" came Adrian's voice. I nodded and turned so that my front was pressed into Devon's side. It was awkward being in this position.

"Can you lift his arm up?" I asked. Adrian reached over and picked up the dead weight arm. This gave me a chance to move closer to Devon's side. "Okay," I confirmed.

The arm was dropped. This was just more awkward. Devon's arm was long, and the cold limb sent a shiver down my bare spine. Even though it was limp, his arm was pressed almost flat against my back with just the tips of his fingers brushing my behind. Looking over, and through the dense darkness, I could see Adrian's figure in the same position I was. Just he didn't seem to look as nervous as I did.

It was both quiet and dark in the tent now as we tried to settle down - which wasn't easy. The material of the sleeping bag was cold against my skin and just moving an inch either closer to Devon or away made the material lose whatever heat it got from my body. But this was the only thing we could do out here. It's not like we could call 911 out in the middle of the woods.

"Now we just have to wait," said Adrian.

It was going to be a long night...

Story - Selling My Soul

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 03:00:59 GMT

Author Note: [EDIT] Okay, just got this back from Wylie. Its been proofread so hopefully all errors are resolved.

Title: Selling My Soul
Rating: R
Category: General / Romance
Chapter: 1. The Case of the Mondays
Summary: Delilah has entered the month of hell: February. With only two weeks to Valentines Day, Delilah needs to accomplish three simple tasks: 1) Complete her deal with the Devil; 2) Approach Icky Vicky; and 3) Some how not get caught up in the Val Day madness. The only problem is that time is running out and so are her chances of escaping expulsion.

Today’s weather seems to reflect the current crummy Monday mood I was in. Currently said weather was grey, with black storm clouds overhead, and the on going unleashing of white fluffy snowflakes that was crippling the city. All this meant was that Toronto basically consisted of streets in dire need of constant prowling of snowploughs; sidewalks buried in knee-deep snow; oh and all the highways generally littered in 400 different accidents. Yes, today is definitely not a good day, and best of all there wasn’t a hope in hell that the resigning school board would call a snow day.

Call me bitter, but I wasn’t a Monday morning person and, on this particular morning I was contemplating mass murder. Mainly because far too many people were happy that today was Monday.

“Here you go Delilah,” came the overly cheerful voice of the resident cafeteria lady. “It looks like you could use this cup of coffee.”

“You have no idea how true that is,” I smiled solemnly back at her while reaching over the counter to grab the warm coffee. She smiled again as I handed her the change.

With the coffee in hand, I walked away from the kitchen into the large section. The café itself was a large, plain room consisting of many tables and a limited supply of chairs. The only difference here was that this normally crowded room was empty and for once peaceful. Seeing as it was I was the only one in the room, I chose to sit smack in the middle of the room to enjoy the wonderful invention of caffeine in the form of coffee. The peace didn’t last long, as the door at the far end of the café slammed shut and a heavy body seated himself on the tabletop.

“There you are Irish, been looking all over for ya”, Jason’s voice floated above me.

Looking up, as though in confirmation that yes indeed it was he, I looked up at Jason’s smiling face. Jason was roughly a six foot one, blond haired, brown eyed, lanky, and never strayed far from dark coloured clothes. Currently said cheery guy was dressed in a navy sweater with black pants and shoes.

“I told you where I would be,” I said turning back to the wonderful drink in my hands. “Plus, I’m here every morning in the exact same place.” And I continued drinking my coffee as though it was still only person in the room.

He chuckled at my response. To most females this harmless chuckle would have been the end of them; to me, it only caused frown lines to appear. “Ah Irish, it looks like you’ve been hit with another case of the Mondays,” he shook his head at me and pushed off the table. “Come on, class is going to start in a few and you of all people can’t be late.”

Grumbling, I pulled myself up and began walking out of the café. In truth Jason and I were an odd pair of friends. For one, he (with his gothic loner persona) was fairly popular while I was just the small girl that he constantly hung out with. Actually, we’ve been friends since Grade nine, no heroic story of he saved me from bullies or anything; we just had lots of classes together. As for the height difference… well I resembled a Grade six student standing at four foot 11 inches and only five feet in heels. So it’s fair to say I really had to look up to Jason just to see him. As for my clothes, they normally consisted of a pair of jeans, some t-shirt, and a sweater. However, today I was sporting my pink PJ bottoms, with a black t-shirt, and white sweater – basically I didn’t bother getting dressed today.

Jason and I continued down the slowly crowding halls. The halls here at Mac High School were just like all the other schools in the Toronto area. They had the brainless cheerleaders; the popular kids; the geeks/nerds; the computer wizards; the athletic jocks, and the loners. The only difference was probably the fact that the cramped building stood three stories of reddish brown bricks; when most school in suburban Toronto where one to two stories.

“Hey, Jason,” came the voice of a random girl as we walked. She waved in the direction of Jason; his response was a smirk that had her giggling and me shaking my head.

“Must you always lead them on?” he chuckled.

“This coming from the girl currently wearing PJs?” he said looking at me sideways. “And how exactly is a smirk leading someone on?” At this point Jason lead the way by cutting through the crowed and heading towards his locker. Actually, it was more he went left and the crowed parted like the red sea did for Moses.

“Because it’s a type of flirting,” I said as I leaned against the locker next to his looking at the students passing us by.

“Flirting is harmless,” was his reply as he dug through his locker for the textbook he was looking for. “Damn it, where my Chemistry book?”

Shoving Jason out of the way, I began my own search for the offending book as he leaned against the locker next to him. “There is nothing harmless of leading a girl on,” I replied. His book wasn’t anywhere in the main locker so I climbed up to look through the pile on the top shelf. “Why are guys’ lockers always so messy? Are you even sure it’s in here, what about your gym locker?”

“First, when have you seen another guy’s locker? And it’s not mess, just messily organized,” Jason pulled me back from straining my next from my top shelf search. “And I was being nice, not leading her.” Taking a look himself he finally declared, “Okay… I guess it’s in the other one.”

Skipping the first of his questions, “You won’t have enough time to grab your book and make it to first period.”

“No…, but you do,” He turned his back to the locker and gave me one of his famous smiles. You know the one that has girls fainting.

“Ha-ha, that smile stopped working for me years ago casa nova,” I replied by sticking my tongue out at him.

“Who has first period spare? And who gave you a drive to school instead of making her walk through the snow storm?”

Darn that guilt streak; leave it to Jason to get his way when he goaded you into something. “Fine!” I said. “But if I get caught you’re the one I’m blaming.” With that I slammed the locker door shut and made my way to the gym.

The gym was located on the other side of the school and the hardest place to excess unless you had gym during that period. For one, Coach was a man that didn’t like his athletics getting distracted by their friends or their girl friends before, during, or after practice. Hence why everything, including the change rooms, was lock.

“Not like this would stop me,” I muttered to myself.
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This was possibly the worse thing I've ever done. Even worse then spilling chocolate pudding on Sarah last week. True the bitch deserved it for that comment, but this tops it all. For one, the devil himself was standing in front of me, grinning.

And no, not the devil that dresses all in red, with pointy ears, long tail, and a pitchfork. Trust me that was the first thing that I looked for. No, instead, there stood Mr Popularity himself in all his glory. And when I say 'glory' I mean all of it.

"Well, well, well... you could have just asked to see me naked instead of ditching class and sneaking into the guys change room," said Mr. Popularity with his usual smirk plastered on his face.

"And why on earth would I want to see you naked Matt?" I said looking him straight in the eyes although it was hard to do so.

Matt laughed at my response, before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He was the school god so he had tons of girls falling at his feet. I on the other hand was the constant thorn in his side.

"Keep telling yourself that, Irish," was his reply once he could contain himself. "So what are you doing here?"

"Jason asked me to grab his Chemistry book for him," I said as I held up the offending object. "If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't be here. Now if you don't mind I'm going," I said turning to walk away.

"Yeah? ... And how do you expect to get past Coach?" That stopped me in my tracks. Shit, I forgot about him.

Coach, an old greying man, had this habit of locking the guys in the change room for the first 20 minutes of their change time. Why? Because he's a clean freak and doesn't like hearing the other teachers complain of the guys smelling up their classrooms. The other reason was to prevent the guy's girl friends from sneaking in.

"For once you can't say you picked the lock and snuck in here to grab the book," tilting his head to the said in thought. "Unless of course you want to get another detention for destroying school property?"

That was the last thing I needed right now, another mark on my record. I know I wasn't the perfect student, but I was already on thin ice with my parents for my last stunt. "You have something else in mind?" I asked.

"As a matter of fact I do," his smirk broadens, as he scratched his chin while looking me up and down. "It's going to cost you though."

There was a long pause between us. For one, Matt was a sneaky little bastard. For another... I knew for a fact that nothing good was going to come out of this deal. "Fine," I finally grounded out.

He smirked. Again.

Fuck.... I've just sold my soul, and to the devil himself no less. Could this day get any worse?
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There was probably a perfectly good explanation as to why I was currently sitting in the principle office. I just couldn’t think of a good enough excuse as of yet, or one that would go against my deal with Matt. The office itself was fairly simple: consisting of white walls, plain wooden door, the click-it-tee clatter of normal office business, and faded blue chairs. It was, plain, simple, and comprised of people that actually followed the rulebook word from word.

“Miss James,” came the calm secretary’s voice. “The principle will see you now.”

With a sigh I pushed off the blue chair I was currently, sitting in and walked in the direction of the principle’s door. It really wasn’t far, just down the hallway of white walls and wooden doors. Once at the end, there was said door. The door itself was the same as all the others in the hallway, even right down to the black plaque with white lettering. However, it was the authority figure behind the door that made the walk here all the more dreadful. It was Principal Clerkson that had all the power to make one’s life here a school either good or a living nightmare. And well… I was on thin ice.

With the turn of the cold metal door handle I opened the door and was greeted with the site of a smiling principal sitting up right at his desk. He was a small man standing at 6 feet, bald, grey eyed, and a set of glasses perched on his dominant nose. “Have a seat Miss James,” he said as he gestured towards two empty chairs in from of his desk.

I did as I was instructed and fell into one of the chairs as though I was well acquainted with it. In truth I was. Since I’ve already been here at the beginning of the year for being my trouble causing self.

“I believe this is the third time you’ve been here this year,” said Principal Clerkson as he folded his bony hands in front of him and rested his elbows on his desk. He resembled a much younger Mr Burns when he did this. “Care to tell me exactly why Coach Tyler found you in the guy’s locker room?”

Oh yes, the day did in fact just get worse.

Prompt 147 - Sell your soul

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 15:22:14 GMT

It was possibly the worse thing I've ever done. Even worse then spilling chocolate pudding on Sarah last week. True the bitch deserved it for that comment, but this tops it all. For one, the devil himself was standing in front of me, grinning.

And no, not the devil that dresses all in red, with pointy ears, long tail, and a pitchfork. Trust me that was the first thing that I looked for. No. Instead, there stood Mr Popularity himself in all his glory. And when I say 'glory' I mean all of it.

"Well, well, well... you could have just asked to see me naked instead of ditching class and sneaking into the guys change room," said Mr. Popularity with his usual smirk plastered on his face.

"And why on earth would I want to see you naked Matt?" I said looking him straight in the eyes (although it was hard to do so).

Matt laughed at my response, before grabbing a towel and rapping it around his waist. He was the school god so he had tons of girls falling at his feet. I on the other hand was the constant throne in his side.

"Keep telling yourself that, Irish," was his reply once he could contain himself. "So what are you doing here?"

"Jason asked me to grab his Chem book for him," I said as I held up the offending object. "If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't be here. Now if you don't mind I'm going," I said turning to walk away.

"Yeah? ... And how do you expect to get past Coach?" That stopped me in my tracks. Shit, I forgot about him.

Coach, an old greying man, had this habit of looking the guys in the change room for the first 20 minutes of their change time. Why? Because he's a clean freak and doesn't like hearing the other teachers complain of the guys smelling up their classrooms. The other reason was to prevent the guy's girl friends from seeking in.

"For one you can't say you picked the lock and snuck in here to grab the book," tilting his head to the said in thought. "Unless of course you want to get another detention for destroying school property?"

That was the last thing I needed right now, another mark on my record. I know I wasn't the perfect student, but I was already on thin ice with my parents for my last stunt. "You have something else in mind?" I asked.

"As a matter of fact I do," his smirk broadens, as he scratched his chin while looking me up and down. "It's going to cost you though."

There was a long pause between us. For one, Matt was a sneaky little bastard. For another... I knew for a fact that nothing good was going to come out of this deal. "Fine," I finally grounded out.

He smirked. Again.

Fuck.... I've just sold my soul, and to the devil himself no less. Could this day get any worse?

Prompt 139 - Picture

Mon, 28 Jan 2008 16:17:57 GMT

She held up another card, "Tell me what you see here?"

It was one of those ink blotches that all shrinks seem to have some where in their office. They came in a set of a hundred and always with the same questioned attached to them: Tell me what you see. Was it I or was this just a game to waste time so their pay check turned out to be more by the end of the session?

"Another ink blotch", I said in a bored tone. The shrink frowned at my response, before turning the card over so she could see the black ink spattered across the card.

She wasn't happy with my answer, mainly because I've been giving her the same one for the past ten cards. But then again we've been playing this game of cat and mouse for the past five visits with no progress.

"Are you sure?,” came her reply after carefully looking over the card with her skilled eyes.

No.... Was my inward response, but I couldn't possible tell her that I see a mask of a dragon. What fun would that be? Plus, it was fun seeing her lose control and become frustrated with me. For one, the frown lines that graced her forehead made the bottle blond look older then she appeared to be.

"Nope - I just see a splatter of black ink on a card", I tilled my head. "Why? What do you see?"

The frown lines deepened, but that was it. She put the card down with the rest of her clipboard notes. "That's it for today, I'll see you tomorrow and we'll continue where we left off." And with that she stood up and opened her office door.

It took only an hour to get her mad this time. But none the less I stood up and slowly walked out the door with my usual blank expressed face. She walked me to the elevator of the Psych ward and waited with me for the elevator as though I was a small-lost child. I wasn't. The elevator came and I got on and turned in time to watch the door close on her figure.

Once closed, I smiled….

Her 0: Me 5.

Prompt 133 - Blank Stare

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 23:59:10 GMT

“I need to talk to someone….”

You’ve always been there for me when I’m feeling down and need to talk. True I ask others first before I come to you, but that don’t mean you’re my last resort. I love talking to you because you’re such a great listener.

“…no one is talking to me at school any more. I feel so alone, that I’ve just been hiding out in the darkest corner of the library between classes to avoid them…”

You sit there patiently listening to me talk. I asked before hand if you to want some coffee as you listen, but you decline as always. I always found it funny how you never seem to eat around me; even to the point where I thought you were anorexic, but both of us know you’re not. Still you wait as a take another sip of my coffee before I can continue telling to why I’m so up set.

“…I wish I was back in high school with all of its cliques. At least then when some was mad there would be at least one person there for me. But now, I’m alone in a school full of strangers. I tried switching out of the block… but it’s not possible to do so. Nor do I want to do on a waiting list…”

You still haven’t said a word to me since I started talking to you 15 minutes ago. But this is normal for you….

“…I feel as though I’m the one at fault here, but as far as I know I haven’t done anything wrong. But now he refuses to talk to me, or acknowledge me, it might have to do with the fact his girlfriend is in our classes to…”

Your round black eyes still watch me carefully. You’ve seen me cry so many times before, so my swollen red eyes don’t bug you much. You do know that I’ll need a bear hug after I’m done talking; for some reason that seems to be our silent deal. I talk, you listen, and in the end you give me a hug to show you care.

“…my mom says to ignore them, but it’s so hard to just stop talking to them. I mean, I see them everyday, I’ve talked to them everyday… and now I can’t because they won’t give me the time a day now…”

Your heavy head tilts to the side at my last dabble of words. I can tell you’re still listening even though you sliding to the right a bit.

“... so I guess I’d have to act as though they’re all strangers now. Just another person walking on the street that I don’t have to talk to; to worry about; or be entirely polite to when they fail to hear me the first time…”

It seems that the weight of your head has become too much now. Yup, you’ve titled to the point where you have fallen right off your chair and on to the floor. Despite the fall, you’ve still haven’t said a word to me, but those beaded black eyes protruding their way out of you hairy head still stares at me. And it’s that blank stare out of you teddy bear face that draws me back to reality. The reality that talking to my teddy bears about my problems is probably something I should stop doing. Because let’s face, I need all the last ounces of my sanity left in my head.

Nonsence, experiments, thoughts, up-dated-lists...

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 23:02:57 GMT

Nonsense...hmm where to start here. I currently hate this journal layout T . T Its to ...white and well boring - kinda like that exhibit I saw at the Diaz Contemporary Gallery, it was 46 white panels on a wall ^ . ^"

Anyways... I'm going to change it, after I write this journal.

As for experiments... I did one on my dog Loki...

See he likes underwear and likes stealing them and running away with them - which means we have to chase him. So I lined up three pairs of underwear: my mom's, my dad's, and mine. To see which on he go to...first.

Yeah... it was mine T . T He tore after my pink pair and went running for the hills. It took me an hour to find him to get it back.... I seriously don't get what he finds so ...interesting about them. Anyways... I did the experiment again, with gloves and a mask this time, to line up dirty pairs. Well he still liked mine and he prefers them dirty... :sigh:

Go figure huh?

So my thoughts? I feel ... insignificant and little. Yup. This was only because everyone was coo-ing over Loki yet I got dirty looks - yes I was sorta jelling over my puppy. But... I don't know winter months always make me (and the rest of the population feel depressed) depressed. I mean I feel worthless again - not as bad as before - and all the art work I've done lately has been viod of colour and with dark themes. I think this mostly has to do with the fact that the days keep getting shorter, its getting colder, and we're in the '-bre' months.

The other problem are the holidays. Before my granddad died of caner, we ALWAYS went to granddad and Nana's house for dinner where we were a family. But now... now we're all divided and it doesn't feel like a family dinner any more. Yeah, to make it worst we're not even having turkey for Thanksgiving and X-mas is at my house this year.

I know I shouldn't complain, but these changes are over stupid reasons. One being, my aunt and Ron didn't want to turn on the heat last X-mas because they believe it cause sickness. This ofcourse got my dad mad because the rest of us froze. But why can't we be a family all her at my house?

I don't know, but this has sadden me...

~~Stop talking to myself~~ ... ~~stop answering myself~~ ... stop arguing with myself
~~Start a button collection~~
~~Buy purple and black socks~~
Break down large project into smaller sections
~~Stop procrastinating~~
~~Get a boyfriend~~ ROFLMAO!!!!
~~Drink one coffee a day ... drink less coffee a day (more attainable)~~
Cartoon myself
~~Eat healthier foods~~
~~Figure out a better way to cut Loki's nails~~
~~Learn more rendering techniques~~
~~Take more pictures~~ ...learn better photo taking skills
Finish things/projects I start
READ THE LAST HARRY POTTER BOOK!!!!
Stop making lists of things to do

Things To Do...

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 00:58:23 GMT

This year that is.... I actually thought that maybe this year I should probably make a list of things to do so I don't get side tracked like last year. Anyways, this list will probably on going for a bit and I'll cross stuff off what I've done.

So here goes:

~~Stop talking to myself~~ ... ~~stop answering myself~~ ... stop agruing with myself T . T
Start a button collection
Buy purple and black socks
Break down large project into smaller sections
Stop procrastinating
~~Get a boyfriend~~ ROFLMAO!!!!
~~Drink one coffee a day~~ ... drink less coffee a day (more attainable)
Cartoon myself
Eat healthier foods
Figure out a better way to cut Loki's nails
Learn more rendering techniques
~~Take more pictures~~ ...learn better photo taking skills
Finish things/projects I start
READ THE LAST HARRY POTTER BOOK!!!!
Stop making lists of things to do

yes... not sure how that is going to work, but yes.

Er...

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 20:41:27 GMT

Well... today started off bad. I nearly killed my Colour Studio prof with my portfolio T . T ...yeah, he walked into it and did a pretty good example of a face plant.

Anyways, besides that, I came up with a pretty good question based on the fact that naked women in past paintings or sculpture are considered great and were directed towards a male audience. See they would display naked women on beds or glamorous tables.

...

So the question is how did it turn in to the porn we see today?

I was going to ask this to my prof, but ...yeah T . T still I would like to know.

Lastly, because the bus took to long to come:

Was once voted to be most likely to become a serial killer. T. T... they figure the quiet ones are the people you need to watch out for.
Worked at a hospital as a receptionist for four months so I could get my volunteer hours (this is before I found Medvents).
I have never owned more then one pairs of shoes at a time.
Ironically, every time we need a new computer is because I somehow manage to break it - the last one having caught fire.
I once didn't cut my hair for two years back in grads 6 - 7; it was half way down my back.
I have only ever been admitted to hospital twice in my life *knocks on wood*
Once only got a total of 26 minutes over five days T . T
I find people getting hurt extermely funny which is hard to contain too ^ . ^ "
I verbally mix up the words 'specific' and 'pacific'
For two weeks I had brown eyes when I was younger.

...read if you like laughing.

Madly typing away...

Sat, 15 Sep 2007 15:48:18 GMT

I must of slept weird last night because I have this pain in my neck when I turn my head to the left or tilt it... T . T

Besides that, I've been typing on my lab top since 9.50 this morning and I've spelt Toronto wrong 14 times <--- i spelt it wrong there too... and its not a hard word either - . - "

::sigh::

Maybe its because I'm hungry...

College...

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 01:59:53 GMT

This should of been updated last week when this all really happened but... i was tired and lazy so here it is .

First off, I'm back at school along with everyone else. The only difference is I'm at a new campus: Centennial College The Center for Creative Communication! Its a really cool campus that looks more like a high school then anything else, but that has to do with the history of the building. But all in all, its a small building with only two floors, a court yard in the middle that compares of a fountain with fishes!!

The Center for Creative Communication used to be called Earl Kitchener Public School way back between the years of 1847 - 1947. Over time it was re-transformed into the Toronto Teachers' Education Center till the year of 1989. The school has since been renovated and in 1993 Centennial College: The Center for Creative Communication took over the building. Today, there is still a small monumental park of the site for Earl Kitchener Public School at the corner of Pape and Moritmer.

So this is a pretty big difference compared to the HB campus (Morningside, Ellesmere) where everything is design with modern influences and - supposedly - calming gray and blue walls.

As for my art classes, I have six: Colour Studio, Contemporary Art History, Graphic Design, Design Foundations, Drawing 1, and Professional Portfolio Development.

Training...

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 01:06:32 GMT

Training.

Not just any training, more like puppy training. You know for dogs (both big and small) from 4 months till six learn how to be house trained.

Its not really puppy training. In fact, I think its us that get trained and not the puppy. I mean, in the class we get taught how to teach our puppies how to walk, sit, lay down, and where to pee. But if something wrong happens its truely our fault for not realizing so.

Yup, so when i 'walk' Loki this morning, he was the one walking me. Good figured huh?

Fright

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 02:16:03 GMT

Well only about two hours ago my Grandmother give us the fright of the century; which has taken at least a year off all our lives.

It started with my Aunt losing the telephone connection to my Grandmother. This because said aunt to call us and my Mom to over dramatize it all. To say the least, she sent both Dad and I out to check up on her since we live closes to Grandma.

Anyways, Grandma is fine turns out her whole building lost their phone connection. Oh, and she thought there was something wrong with my aunt.... had a spell because she was feeling dizzy while on the phone.

The end of it all ended with Dad informing me to come up with an emergency plan for this type of situation ....

Offically Chessed...

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 23:27:49 GMT

By this I mean mad, but I've tried to solve the problem too bad only one person against the higher ups at my work means trouble for me.

So I'm choosing to be numb to everything, every problem, complaint, and what I see at work.

Why?

Simply because the lifeguards and program support staff are as much help as a pile of shit freshens up the morning air.

The only way something will change is if a camper gets hurt or worse killed.

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 13:36:10 GMT

Day offically destroyed by dad's comment.

I don't like him normally, but as soon as he opens his big mouth I end up hating him even more. Like right now...

Bitten for the first time!

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 22:14:58 GMT

First day of pre-camp! *jumps up and down* Yup, and I got bitten for the first time by our friendly mosquitoes ^ . ^ Lol, probably shouldn't be happy about this, but it brings back all the great memories of the mill.

Anyways, besides the tiring day spent in the sun (working on my tan), I somehow ended up punching the wall last night. T . T All I remember in I went to punch so ...person in my dream and I got the wall instead. So I have 2 purple knuckles....

Some dream that was....

head desk repeat

Sun, 24 Jun 2007 00:55:26 GMT

Well I got out today, that is more then yesterday. Thought I went out with my mom so I'm not sure if that makes me feel as though I've accomplished anything. This would be because my mom and I don't see eye to eye even though we're the same height.

Anyways, we decided to see a movie or more specific Ocean's 13. And well... I'm mixed about said film only because I thought the first on was the best, the second one being weird and this one... I don't know. I mean I didn't think they could have pulled it off, that and the finishing each other's sentences was kinda scary.... But see the film because it was good, that and your entitled to your own opinion.

But besides that I got the notice of program cost for my upcoming year at Centennial College. Ouch. My dad thought the price went up since last time, but I doubt it this being a different program and well... its art. Anyways, I won't beable to pay for the program myself, therefore, part-time job. *sigh* I know I can do it and it'll help me with my lacking to non-existent time management skill, but I just relize how litle 'free time' I'll have this year.

This also brought on the long over-run-heard-far-to-much-speech by my mom on jobs I can apply to. I don't mean to complain, but this was the same speech that went on for 3 months back in grade 11 that drove me insane. It also lead me to stop talking to my parents unless I had to remind them of something. Anyways, to say the least, I couldn't find words (nice words) to reply to my mom.

This lead to the awkward silence which often happens when I'm with her because I run out of things to say that won't set her off on a rant or a speech. So after 2 minutes of still air between us she fill the gap with nothing other the her work.

Man how I hate that!! Argh... I'm sorry to say this but I always zone her out. For example, dinner. My mom has to vent or rant for 15 minutes to let steam off of her stressful job.; therefore, she tells us (dad and me) everthing bad that has happened that day in increasing volume. To say the least, I've prefected eating dinner in 10 minutes and leave the room before she done. Sorry ... but I can't help the other victums (dad) in the escape plan since they start this ball rolling.

On a good note I accomplished something. *dances* Last night, while lying in front of the tube, I got inspired to draw. Thought said figure has no face and is stairing off somewhere off the page... not sure where sadly. But I'm excited that I drew something... been itching to lately.

Only other thing accomplished was much needed bra shopping. With is always something I hate. It's up there with shopping for dresses, shoes, underwear. *sigh* But I got 2 for $20 so I couldn't let it go - that and there was some fun colours :D hehehe....

Lastly, would be I saw (for the first time) the preview for the lastest Harry Potter movie! ^ . ^ And I turned it off.... I don't know, but I'm not interested in it anymore. Like I've grown up or something, which is turely saddening. - . - I wanna be like Peter Pan and never grow up!

Oh well... *goes to find something to do*