Friday, 9 December 2011
Well, was interesting
I seem to have lost the previous background I had for this place. Lovely. So now I have this one until I can modfy it to something better.
Thursday, 8 December 2011
I nearly broke a rule (and later my hand)...
... and nearly ran in the laser tag place.
So as you may have guessed from that sentance, I went laser tagging.
To begin my story, we shall start at noon, this past Friday. I was slogging through school, as usual, pushing to be done so I could freely enjoy the fun night my youth group was going to have. After a while, I finished it. I had decided that morning to wear contacts, as I didn't know if we would have to wear goggles or not when lasering. Glasses just get in the way.
My mother drove us to the church and my little brother, Michael, and I joined the others who were going. There were the Far twins (identical twins no less. At least they were different things), Ty, Ash, Bry, a guy I didn't know the name of, Jo, and the drivers. Several others would meet us there.
We walked outside into the chill and divied up into car groups. Naturally, since I don't really have any friends at the church, I ended up going with the extra drivers in their van. So I answered questions when asked, and zoned out the rest of the time.
Upon ariving, we first avoided the slew of little kids jumping out of the building, obviously raving about how cool it had been. Then we parked and walked inside. About three arcade games lined one wall, several vending machines on the other. One of the last sides was the desk, and the last either let you into the bathrooms, up the staris to the observation deck for mothers who needed a break from hyper kids, and the entrance to the 'airlock'. Neon colours on black decorated the airlock. Rods lined the walls, holding the vests off the floor in a neat line.
The others of our group caught up with us. Cam, Tal, Pau, and a couple others I didn't know were there to fight with us. Just so you know, Cam is my next door neighbour. That's an important detail for later.
We all signed our names and code names on a peice of paper specially designed for that purpose. I was Blank Parchment. All total, there were twenty of us playing.
The explanation dude, whom I shall call Ron for the sake of having a name attatched to him, gathered us 'round the entrance to the airlock. He then proceeded to tell us about the various ways to fire the 'faser'. Or is it spelt 'phaser'?
Anywho, to fire normal single shots, simply pinch the metal sensors at the end of the gun and squeeze the trigger and release it.
To fire machine gun style, have your fingers on the metal, and squeeze and hold the trigger. Release when you wish to stop firing.
To fire a bomb, release the sensors, pull the trigger and hold it, then aim in the direction of as many people as possible. After that, hold the sensers again. KaBoom! You've shot a bomb!
After that he stepped bak into the airlock and read off our code names and the vest we would wear. I was Green18. A lovely rhyme, but that's beside the point. The point is that Cam was also on my team. Yay for me! He plays Halo incase you were wondering, which you probably weren't, and that means he's really good at games like this. And Michael was on my team.
It was then I discovered that I had made the mistake of wearing a nice purple plaid-ish shirt that didn't seem very light coloured. At the time. I also didn't think my jeans were light coloured, but the black light proved me wrong. I glowed. It looked cool, when we played, but I glowed. In the dark. So I was an easy target.
We pulled on the sweat smelling vests and unclipped our fasers so we could hold them further than three inches away from us. The fasers were attatched to the vest via a cable thing that comunicated with the vest and recorded hits, both by you and on you.
After Ron explained the rules in a deadpan-funny-slightly-sarcastic way that I thought was funny (though I hid my giggles), he released us into the arena. First we had to shoot a target on the wall, whereupon our gun would growl 'Go' at us and start ticking. That meant we had about one minute to find a good spot to start.
Then the music began playing and the fog machines began pumping. And it rocked. I speed walked around, crouching behind obsticles and checking out the ramp/balcony things that lined the long sides of the room. I held my gun one handed in front of me and shot at all the reds I saw. But they always got me before I got them. Around ten minutes later, catching my breath in a hidey hole, I puzzled over the fact that everyone held their guns two handed. And then it dawned on me. Of course! Ron had shown us the sensers and told us how to fire! After calling myself stupid and forgetful, I leaped out and began shooting everyone... properly. And they got hit! So did I, but I didn't care! I had remembered how to shoot!
All too soon the game was over. We filed into the airlock, shooting the target thing again at Ron's prompting. Then we hung up our vests and milled out into the front room. We gathered around the TV that served as a scoreboard. I didn't do too badly. I was 16th out of twenty. Cam, of course, was first. No suprise there!
We each were given a small sheet of paper with our statistics on them. I had a 3.98 acuracy. 728 shots Oh boy. I laughed at that.
Ron let us compare for a minute, then asked if we wanted the same teams for the second game or not. We voted for mixing it up. Michael was on my team again, but Cam wasn't. Never mind that, though! This time I knew how to shoot! I was once again Green18. We entered, shot the target, and dash-walked off to a good place to start. The music started. I was in my element, so to speak. I whirled around stealthily, shooting the reds and a few of the greens by accident. Fortunantly, that didn't count against us, as Ron had explained. I got hit a lot. I didn't think I hit much though.
Now for the part that was more than a little awkward.
For a couple weeks now, I've suspected that Cam has a girlfriend. My older brother and I ran into them at the movie store. Cam brought her to laser tag.
So the part that was awkward was when I rounded a corner, having seen glimmers of their vests in the dark. Cam was red, she was green. On the other side of a slatted barrier, I shot at them, then ran off as I saw how close they were. It looked like in the dark of the room they had been about to kiss! Naurally, I didn't stay around to find out.
All too soon, the music ended and the fog cleared. We removed our vests, retreived our new score sheets and veiwed our results. I was now in twelth place, with an 8.30 acuracy, about 658 shots fired. Much improved, no?
Of course, one guy, not Cam, had decided to go for acuracy alone. He got a 24.00 acuracy! *gaw drop*
Out in the parking lot, we decides that we'd go to Timmies for some refreshment. I got a chocolate milk and a sourcream glazed donut.
And then we drove home. Or at least, back to the church. Co, the youth leader, drove Be and me home the rest of the way.
And that, my dear friends, was my night of laser tagging.
So as you may have guessed from that sentance, I went laser tagging.
To begin my story, we shall start at noon, this past Friday. I was slogging through school, as usual, pushing to be done so I could freely enjoy the fun night my youth group was going to have. After a while, I finished it. I had decided that morning to wear contacts, as I didn't know if we would have to wear goggles or not when lasering. Glasses just get in the way.
My mother drove us to the church and my little brother, Michael, and I joined the others who were going. There were the Far twins (identical twins no less. At least they were different things), Ty, Ash, Bry, a guy I didn't know the name of, Jo, and the drivers. Several others would meet us there.
We walked outside into the chill and divied up into car groups. Naturally, since I don't really have any friends at the church, I ended up going with the extra drivers in their van. So I answered questions when asked, and zoned out the rest of the time.
Upon ariving, we first avoided the slew of little kids jumping out of the building, obviously raving about how cool it had been. Then we parked and walked inside. About three arcade games lined one wall, several vending machines on the other. One of the last sides was the desk, and the last either let you into the bathrooms, up the staris to the observation deck for mothers who needed a break from hyper kids, and the entrance to the 'airlock'. Neon colours on black decorated the airlock. Rods lined the walls, holding the vests off the floor in a neat line.
The others of our group caught up with us. Cam, Tal, Pau, and a couple others I didn't know were there to fight with us. Just so you know, Cam is my next door neighbour. That's an important detail for later.
We all signed our names and code names on a peice of paper specially designed for that purpose. I was Blank Parchment. All total, there were twenty of us playing.
The explanation dude, whom I shall call Ron for the sake of having a name attatched to him, gathered us 'round the entrance to the airlock. He then proceeded to tell us about the various ways to fire the 'faser'. Or is it spelt 'phaser'?
Anywho, to fire normal single shots, simply pinch the metal sensors at the end of the gun and squeeze the trigger and release it.
To fire machine gun style, have your fingers on the metal, and squeeze and hold the trigger. Release when you wish to stop firing.
To fire a bomb, release the sensors, pull the trigger and hold it, then aim in the direction of as many people as possible. After that, hold the sensers again. KaBoom! You've shot a bomb!
After that he stepped bak into the airlock and read off our code names and the vest we would wear. I was Green18. A lovely rhyme, but that's beside the point. The point is that Cam was also on my team. Yay for me! He plays Halo incase you were wondering, which you probably weren't, and that means he's really good at games like this. And Michael was on my team.
It was then I discovered that I had made the mistake of wearing a nice purple plaid-ish shirt that didn't seem very light coloured. At the time. I also didn't think my jeans were light coloured, but the black light proved me wrong. I glowed. It looked cool, when we played, but I glowed. In the dark. So I was an easy target.
We pulled on the sweat smelling vests and unclipped our fasers so we could hold them further than three inches away from us. The fasers were attatched to the vest via a cable thing that comunicated with the vest and recorded hits, both by you and on you.
After Ron explained the rules in a deadpan-funny-slightly-sarcastic way that I thought was funny (though I hid my giggles), he released us into the arena. First we had to shoot a target on the wall, whereupon our gun would growl 'Go' at us and start ticking. That meant we had about one minute to find a good spot to start.
Then the music began playing and the fog machines began pumping. And it rocked. I speed walked around, crouching behind obsticles and checking out the ramp/balcony things that lined the long sides of the room. I held my gun one handed in front of me and shot at all the reds I saw. But they always got me before I got them. Around ten minutes later, catching my breath in a hidey hole, I puzzled over the fact that everyone held their guns two handed. And then it dawned on me. Of course! Ron had shown us the sensers and told us how to fire! After calling myself stupid and forgetful, I leaped out and began shooting everyone... properly. And they got hit! So did I, but I didn't care! I had remembered how to shoot!
All too soon the game was over. We filed into the airlock, shooting the target thing again at Ron's prompting. Then we hung up our vests and milled out into the front room. We gathered around the TV that served as a scoreboard. I didn't do too badly. I was 16th out of twenty. Cam, of course, was first. No suprise there!
We each were given a small sheet of paper with our statistics on them. I had a 3.98 acuracy. 728 shots Oh boy. I laughed at that.
Ron let us compare for a minute, then asked if we wanted the same teams for the second game or not. We voted for mixing it up. Michael was on my team again, but Cam wasn't. Never mind that, though! This time I knew how to shoot! I was once again Green18. We entered, shot the target, and dash-walked off to a good place to start. The music started. I was in my element, so to speak. I whirled around stealthily, shooting the reds and a few of the greens by accident. Fortunantly, that didn't count against us, as Ron had explained. I got hit a lot. I didn't think I hit much though.
Now for the part that was more than a little awkward.
For a couple weeks now, I've suspected that Cam has a girlfriend. My older brother and I ran into them at the movie store. Cam brought her to laser tag.
So the part that was awkward was when I rounded a corner, having seen glimmers of their vests in the dark. Cam was red, she was green. On the other side of a slatted barrier, I shot at them, then ran off as I saw how close they were. It looked like in the dark of the room they had been about to kiss! Naurally, I didn't stay around to find out.
All too soon, the music ended and the fog cleared. We removed our vests, retreived our new score sheets and veiwed our results. I was now in twelth place, with an 8.30 acuracy, about 658 shots fired. Much improved, no?
Of course, one guy, not Cam, had decided to go for acuracy alone. He got a 24.00 acuracy! *gaw drop*
Out in the parking lot, we decides that we'd go to Timmies for some refreshment. I got a chocolate milk and a sourcream glazed donut.
And then we drove home. Or at least, back to the church. Co, the youth leader, drove Be and me home the rest of the way.
And that, my dear friends, was my night of laser tagging.
And now for my tale of nearly breaking my hand.
Yes, my hand is/has been/did bruise. And it's another result of youth group.
Basically, we were playing a type of tag where there's a zombie (who can't bend his/her knees and must walk/run/shuffle around with a hand on their head at all times) and all the rest are humans. Each hunman has a sock. If a zombie is hit by a sock twice, they must o back to the regeneration room and stay for a couple seconds. Then they can come back and be fierce again. The zombies have to tag everyone. The humans try to eveade.
Now in the first game, It turns out that An was one of the zombies. I suspected as much because I had heard her get tagged when our youth leader was choosing zombies. So when she turned into a zombie after being out of the room for a minute (a rule I didn't really feel like explaining) She told me to just hit her with my sock twice. So I did, and she went back to the room and stayed there, as this really isn't her type of game. Then I went down a few stairs and was about to open a door when Cory, the leader, burst out roaring with a hand upon his head.
Naturally, I screamed as I did that odd jittery jumpy thing girls do when they get seriously suprised. Needless to say, I was too suprised to run and Cory tagged me. So I was a zombie for the rest of the game.
Then we played it again. I once again was tagged soon into the game. Towrads the end of the game, several (as in, about six) guys had baracaded themselves into a room. They were about to close the door so I ran at it, hopeing that I could at least stop it from closeing then push it open and tag someone.
Well, my plan may have sounded good, but it wasn't. I shoved my hand between the door and doorway without really considering that there were at least four guys putting all their weight into slamming the door shut to keep me out. Cory was the only one I could really see, but a Farmer (not sure which one... they're identical) and Bry and Jo and I think Bev were in there as well. Probably a couple others. And well, none of these guys are exactly small little fellows, except for the Farmer. He's shorter and skinny.
So my fingers on my right hand were crushed in the door. Almost as soon as the door had hit, Cory had yanked it open and was asking if I was all right. I'm pretty proud of my reponse. I didn't cry, though my hand hurt like blue blazes and I couldn't really bend my fingers. And I managed to make a cherant statement concerning my fingers and headed back to the room. I'd gotten hit by well over two socks and decided to use the room to recover my composure a little more.
There I looked upon my dear hand. The joint just below my fingernail on my middle finger had a few lovely scrapes that stung and hurt a lot. The joint below that had what apeared to be a combanation of a blister and a wart that most certainly hadn't been there before. My ring finger was quite red and swelling a little. My pointer finger was also red and swelling. My that middle finger, oh that middle finger! It was swelling nicely. Very nicely.
Well, by now I had recovered enough and bent my fingers, showing they weren't broken. But oh how my hand hurt! Even now, even two minutes after being slammed.
Then the rest of the group came trouping back into the room. Zombies had broken through the last defenses and the game was over.
Cory saw me and again asked how my hand was. I smiled, a rather painful smile, and held up my hand, bending the fingers for him. "Better, sorta," was my reply.
A girl in the group called Adi looked at me and asked what happened to it. Cory answered before I did. I just showed Adi my hand. She made the appropriate suck-in-your-breath and owch and ooo noises. Then a couple others looked.
After that Cory said we'd play one more game of it. He said they'd do better this time. He had a joking smile as he said this time they'd break fingers. I just rolled my eyes.
My hand still stung and ached, but I played anyway. In that game I ran dowstairs and hid behind a pillar disguised as a tree in a dark room. Of course, the zombied knew that this room is a favourite room amoung humans and two soon came. I circled the tree trunk as the zombies went around the other sider, heading for one of the Farmers. I made a break for the open door. Bry saw me and he ran at me, tagging me before I reached the door. Being tagged while running threw off my balence and I stumbled into the wall. Out of reflex I said, "Ow." Bry imeadiatly was sorry and apologized. Then I apologized to him for saying ow wehn I really wasn't hurt. I'm sure he must have thought me slightly ditzy then. Oh well. I ran out the door and helped other zombies break open Cory's hiding spot. The rest of the game passed without incodent and we returned to the room safe and sound.
Now, we almost always go to McDonald's after youth. An and I drove there. Bry, Bev, Jo, and a junior youth, Bri, were already there. (Bri is Bry and Bev's sister) Bev asked me how my hand was. I had a slightly spacey sounding relpy along the lines of, "Oh! It's fine! Much better." He nodded in a way that seemed to say 'Oh that's good.' Then Bri, who is a fun girl and decently mature for her age (which is a year younger than me little brother whom I shall now call Micheal and I'll call my older brother James for the sake of them having names. Not that they're part of this story) asked me what happened to my hand. "Oh, it got slammed in a door during a game," I said as I showed her my hand. She winced at the sight of my red appendage. I looked at it again. The swelling had increased, especially on my middle finger. The second joint was now one and a half times the normal size.
When I got home, I had fun entertaining Micheal and James with my tale. I also had fun soothing the pain with an ice pack from the freezer.
Now, several days later, my pointer finger has an interesting purpley blue look to it. Sort of an underlying glow, you know? The knuckles on most of my other fingers were also briused. The back of my thumb has the blue tinge tio it and is quite tender. I'm actually hoping that the visible bruises will stay 'till next youth group. I want to show Cory the bruises he and the others gave me. Maybe it'll encourage them to not slam so hard.
Basically, we were playing a type of tag where there's a zombie (who can't bend his/her knees and must walk/run/shuffle around with a hand on their head at all times) and all the rest are humans. Each hunman has a sock. If a zombie is hit by a sock twice, they must o back to the regeneration room and stay for a couple seconds. Then they can come back and be fierce again. The zombies have to tag everyone. The humans try to eveade.
Now in the first game, It turns out that An was one of the zombies. I suspected as much because I had heard her get tagged when our youth leader was choosing zombies. So when she turned into a zombie after being out of the room for a minute (a rule I didn't really feel like explaining) She told me to just hit her with my sock twice. So I did, and she went back to the room and stayed there, as this really isn't her type of game. Then I went down a few stairs and was about to open a door when Cory, the leader, burst out roaring with a hand upon his head.
Naturally, I screamed as I did that odd jittery jumpy thing girls do when they get seriously suprised. Needless to say, I was too suprised to run and Cory tagged me. So I was a zombie for the rest of the game.
Then we played it again. I once again was tagged soon into the game. Towrads the end of the game, several (as in, about six) guys had baracaded themselves into a room. They were about to close the door so I ran at it, hopeing that I could at least stop it from closeing then push it open and tag someone.
Well, my plan may have sounded good, but it wasn't. I shoved my hand between the door and doorway without really considering that there were at least four guys putting all their weight into slamming the door shut to keep me out. Cory was the only one I could really see, but a Farmer (not sure which one... they're identical) and Bry and Jo and I think Bev were in there as well. Probably a couple others. And well, none of these guys are exactly small little fellows, except for the Farmer. He's shorter and skinny.
So my fingers on my right hand were crushed in the door. Almost as soon as the door had hit, Cory had yanked it open and was asking if I was all right. I'm pretty proud of my reponse. I didn't cry, though my hand hurt like blue blazes and I couldn't really bend my fingers. And I managed to make a cherant statement concerning my fingers and headed back to the room. I'd gotten hit by well over two socks and decided to use the room to recover my composure a little more.
There I looked upon my dear hand. The joint just below my fingernail on my middle finger had a few lovely scrapes that stung and hurt a lot. The joint below that had what apeared to be a combanation of a blister and a wart that most certainly hadn't been there before. My ring finger was quite red and swelling a little. My pointer finger was also red and swelling. My that middle finger, oh that middle finger! It was swelling nicely. Very nicely.
Well, by now I had recovered enough and bent my fingers, showing they weren't broken. But oh how my hand hurt! Even now, even two minutes after being slammed.
Then the rest of the group came trouping back into the room. Zombies had broken through the last defenses and the game was over.
Cory saw me and again asked how my hand was. I smiled, a rather painful smile, and held up my hand, bending the fingers for him. "Better, sorta," was my reply.
A girl in the group called Adi looked at me and asked what happened to it. Cory answered before I did. I just showed Adi my hand. She made the appropriate suck-in-your-breath and owch and ooo noises. Then a couple others looked.
After that Cory said we'd play one more game of it. He said they'd do better this time. He had a joking smile as he said this time they'd break fingers. I just rolled my eyes.
My hand still stung and ached, but I played anyway. In that game I ran dowstairs and hid behind a pillar disguised as a tree in a dark room. Of course, the zombied knew that this room is a favourite room amoung humans and two soon came. I circled the tree trunk as the zombies went around the other sider, heading for one of the Farmers. I made a break for the open door. Bry saw me and he ran at me, tagging me before I reached the door. Being tagged while running threw off my balence and I stumbled into the wall. Out of reflex I said, "Ow." Bry imeadiatly was sorry and apologized. Then I apologized to him for saying ow wehn I really wasn't hurt. I'm sure he must have thought me slightly ditzy then. Oh well. I ran out the door and helped other zombies break open Cory's hiding spot. The rest of the game passed without incodent and we returned to the room safe and sound.
Now, we almost always go to McDonald's after youth. An and I drove there. Bry, Bev, Jo, and a junior youth, Bri, were already there. (Bri is Bry and Bev's sister) Bev asked me how my hand was. I had a slightly spacey sounding relpy along the lines of, "Oh! It's fine! Much better." He nodded in a way that seemed to say 'Oh that's good.' Then Bri, who is a fun girl and decently mature for her age (which is a year younger than me little brother whom I shall now call Micheal and I'll call my older brother James for the sake of them having names. Not that they're part of this story) asked me what happened to my hand. "Oh, it got slammed in a door during a game," I said as I showed her my hand. She winced at the sight of my red appendage. I looked at it again. The swelling had increased, especially on my middle finger. The second joint was now one and a half times the normal size.
When I got home, I had fun entertaining Micheal and James with my tale. I also had fun soothing the pain with an ice pack from the freezer.
Now, several days later, my pointer finger has an interesting purpley blue look to it. Sort of an underlying glow, you know? The knuckles on most of my other fingers were also briused. The back of my thumb has the blue tinge tio it and is quite tender. I'm actually hoping that the visible bruises will stay 'till next youth group. I want to show Cory the bruises he and the others gave me. Maybe it'll encourage them to not slam so hard.
Monday, 28 November 2011
A reason to live.
Please, if anyone, anyone at all reads what I have to say, please watch this video. Please see what Cassie has to say. It is SO important! And if any of you have questions, I'll do my best to answer. I can't promise I'll have answers to all of them, but I'll try. Just leave a comment.
God be with you my friends.
God be with you my friends.
Friday, 25 November 2011
A New Match
You would remember yesterday when I was feeling so down. Today is different. (Oh how I love female hormones! NOT!!)
Today I look out the window. It's a differnt window this time. Is see soft shadows cast on the garage roof. Tall, graceful trees reach high. Their leaves don't seem as brown today. They're more of a yellowy green. And today I see the evergreens as well. They too reach high. Higher even than the trees with leaves. The ky is not gray any longer. It's a glorious blue, though it is half covered by clouds. But these clouds aren't the single gray plane I veiwed yesterday. Today, the top of the clouds shine out white, the bottoms are gray with a touch of blue. They drif accross the sky from left to right, like when you read the pages of a book. The sunshine is golden and warm.
My mood may not exactlymatch what I see outside, but it sure is better than yesterday! I don't feel the same lifelessness as before. I can see the green in the leaves now. And my sky is a beautiful blue.
What a glorious change.
Tonight I'm going laser tagging with my new youth group. Oh that's right! I haven't updated you on my youth situation!
Let's start at the beggining (a very good place to start!).
This year I have gone to youth group at a church in town, instead of youth at my church. You see, my church has all of six kids who are of youth age (meaning kids from twelve to seventeen). And not all of us came to youth. So after a while, Mr. F (our over-sixty year old youth leader), decided that this year youth would be the exact opposite of last year. Instead of 'if you don't get a call otherwise, assume there's youth', it became 'if you don't get a call otherwise, assume there's no youth'. Yeah, that's really what happened!
So, my cousin An and I (yes, gramaticly correct would be 'me' in that sentance, but whatever) decided to try a youth group in town. Well, I convinced her of it. But the first time we went, we accidently ended up tagging along on the junior youth's night out. So that was... intersting. There were a couple of 'mature' juniors there, so we talked with them and the senior who had come along to help out. All in all, it wasn't a bad night.
Then the next time we went to the proper age group. There, I won half of the games we played and gained two Micky D gift cards as a prize. And I gained a small reputation as the girl who wins. So it was fun.
Then I went to California for a wedding, came home, and went to youth again. Then I was off to Saskatchewan for a fun event. I missed one time then. I came home sick and stayed sick long enough to miss another time. The day I was feeling better, my brother and I were in the movie rental store picking out something for family night. There we ran into our neighbour and a girl I can only assume was his girlfriend. She definantly wasn't his sister. Anyways, he asked what we had been doing lately (not much, was my brother's reply) and I said I'd been gone and then been sick. And then he nodded and said that that must be why I wasn't at youth. I was only able to nod. As far as I know, NO ONE has ever noticed I've been gone before! The next time I was able to go to youth, An told be thatshe wouldn't have to answer questions about me being gone this time. Naturally, me being the quiet girl I am, I was amazed that people had not only noticed I was gone, but asked where I was!
So that was interesting.
And now this week (today, tonight really), the senior youth is goin' out laser tagging. It's gonna be fun! (I hope)
Today I look out the window. It's a differnt window this time. Is see soft shadows cast on the garage roof. Tall, graceful trees reach high. Their leaves don't seem as brown today. They're more of a yellowy green. And today I see the evergreens as well. They too reach high. Higher even than the trees with leaves. The ky is not gray any longer. It's a glorious blue, though it is half covered by clouds. But these clouds aren't the single gray plane I veiwed yesterday. Today, the top of the clouds shine out white, the bottoms are gray with a touch of blue. They drif accross the sky from left to right, like when you read the pages of a book. The sunshine is golden and warm.
My mood may not exactlymatch what I see outside, but it sure is better than yesterday! I don't feel the same lifelessness as before. I can see the green in the leaves now. And my sky is a beautiful blue.
What a glorious change.
Tonight I'm going laser tagging with my new youth group. Oh that's right! I haven't updated you on my youth situation!
Let's start at the beggining (a very good place to start!).
This year I have gone to youth group at a church in town, instead of youth at my church. You see, my church has all of six kids who are of youth age (meaning kids from twelve to seventeen). And not all of us came to youth. So after a while, Mr. F (our over-sixty year old youth leader), decided that this year youth would be the exact opposite of last year. Instead of 'if you don't get a call otherwise, assume there's youth', it became 'if you don't get a call otherwise, assume there's no youth'. Yeah, that's really what happened!
So, my cousin An and I (yes, gramaticly correct would be 'me' in that sentance, but whatever) decided to try a youth group in town. Well, I convinced her of it. But the first time we went, we accidently ended up tagging along on the junior youth's night out. So that was... intersting. There were a couple of 'mature' juniors there, so we talked with them and the senior who had come along to help out. All in all, it wasn't a bad night.
Then the next time we went to the proper age group. There, I won half of the games we played and gained two Micky D gift cards as a prize. And I gained a small reputation as the girl who wins. So it was fun.
Then I went to California for a wedding, came home, and went to youth again. Then I was off to Saskatchewan for a fun event. I missed one time then. I came home sick and stayed sick long enough to miss another time. The day I was feeling better, my brother and I were in the movie rental store picking out something for family night. There we ran into our neighbour and a girl I can only assume was his girlfriend. She definantly wasn't his sister. Anyways, he asked what we had been doing lately (not much, was my brother's reply) and I said I'd been gone and then been sick. And then he nodded and said that that must be why I wasn't at youth. I was only able to nod. As far as I know, NO ONE has ever noticed I've been gone before! The next time I was able to go to youth, An told be thatshe wouldn't have to answer questions about me being gone this time. Naturally, me being the quiet girl I am, I was amazed that people had not only noticed I was gone, but asked where I was!
So that was interesting.
And now this week (today, tonight really), the senior youth is goin' out laser tagging. It's gonna be fun! (I hope)
Thursday, 24 November 2011
Matching
Today I looked out the window of my room. The sky was gray and the trees looked dead, with few leaves clinging to them. That's when I thought that's exactly how I feel. Gray and colourless, the leaves just barely hangin on though they're already dead and brown. I feel depressed, just like the sky. I feel lifeless, just wandering through life, like the tree with dead leaves. And I wonder, how do I get out of this? I wake up every morning and don't want to leave my bed, for I know that I'll just be sloggin through another day, loaded with schoolwork and other things. I stare at the computer screen, lacking the motivation to get on with it and do my school.
Saturday, 29 October 2011
How to Create Good Characters
This is not a post about character as in a person's character. It's about charaters, as in books and movies. Keep reading if you want to find out how I create characters.
First off, create a sort of form/character sheet. I gernerally use this one.
Full name:
Nickname:
Gender:
Age:
Personality:
Crush:
GF/BF:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Talents:
Description:
Other:
History:
Now, that seems like a bunch of random things. Here's the same form, but with a breif explanation of each word.
Full name: The full name of your character. Such as Lucy Rae McFly
Nickname: Any nicknames your character might have. Include deragatory/harmful nicknames.
Gender: This is pretty obvious, right?
Age: Pretty obvious?
Personality: Use a series of words to describe your character. Such as 'helpful, mistrusting, angrey, loving, silly, bubbly, fun, annoying' and any other adjectives you might come up with.
Crush: Who your character has a crush on.
GF/BF: Your character's boyfriend or girlfriend, if they have one.
Likes: A list of likes. Could be anything from apples to swimming to hand grenades. Both things your character likes to do, eat, see, and what types of people they like.
Dislikes: The opposite of above.
Strengths: This is different from likes. While your character may like some things, they may not be good at them, or the thing may not be able to be a strength. (like apples... how could that be a strength??)
Weaknesses: Opposite of above. Also things your characer doesn't like doing (such as telling lies)
Talents: Choose a few strengths (or even weaknesses, since telling convincing lies is a talent, albeit one we don't really want) and list them here. This is what your character is really good at.
Description: Describe how your character looks. Don't just find a picture and say 'that's it', take time to describe how your character looks. Let's face it, this is great practice for describing things when you're writing as well.
Other: Anything else not covered by the other topics you wnat to include.
History: This is where you write a bit about your character's past. Try to have a decent sized paragraph on this. You don't have to go in depth, just try to have their life outlined in simple sentances.
Now I shall show you a character I've created with this form. In the story this character is in, he is stranded on an island with the rest of his school class.
Full name: Markus James McKethe
Nickname: Mark
Gender: M
Age: 18
Personality: Kind, honest, loyal, stubbon, a little loud, funny, has ocasional bouts of moodiness, can be serious when needed to be.
Crush: It will most likely end up Rebecca
GF/BF: None
Likes: Jokes, honey, coffee, climbing, soccer and football, frisbees.
Dislikes: Losing, not having coffee, people who can't take a joke.
Strengths: Climbing, finding honey and coffee plants, identifying plants, general althleticism, endurance.
Weaknesses: Sprinting for much more than 25-ish yards, making things that stand up to a stiff breeze, math, art of any kind (he's horrible at it).
Talents: Finding and identifying plants, finding honey, climbing, endurance.
Description: Markus is slightly above average height, at 6 feet tall. He is pretty muscular since he has been working out for four years. He has reddish brown hair and green eyes. He has huge feet that he constantly trips over.
Other: He is very clumsy, klutzy would be a beter discription.
History: Markus was born to a 17 year-old girl who made a huge mistake. She knew she wasn't ready for taking care of an infant, so she put him up for adoption. Almost right away he was adopted. Markus grew up in a loving family. He has seven siblings, two sisters who were born naturaly to his parents after they adopted him, one brother who was also 'natural' child, an adopted brother/sister set of twins, and two more adopted brothers, both older than him. He learned how to make himself heard by having that lot for a family. His older brothers are both married. The oldest has two kids already and the younger of them has one child. Markus had a best friend named Rob when he was 13. One day Rob dissapeared and was never found. Markus has always felt guilty about that. He feels as if he could have stopped it.
And there you have it! That is my way of creating a character. Of course, any character that's created has a great chance of growing into something you weren't planning one, so don't worry if that happens and ride the tides of your imagination!
ba-dee ba-dee ba-dee, That's all folks!
First off, create a sort of form/character sheet. I gernerally use this one.
Full name:
Nickname:
Gender:
Age:
Personality:
Crush:
GF/BF:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Talents:
Description:
Other:
History:
Now, that seems like a bunch of random things. Here's the same form, but with a breif explanation of each word.
Full name: The full name of your character. Such as Lucy Rae McFly
Nickname: Any nicknames your character might have. Include deragatory/harmful nicknames.
Gender: This is pretty obvious, right?
Age: Pretty obvious?
Personality: Use a series of words to describe your character. Such as 'helpful, mistrusting, angrey, loving, silly, bubbly, fun, annoying' and any other adjectives you might come up with.
Crush: Who your character has a crush on.
GF/BF: Your character's boyfriend or girlfriend, if they have one.
Likes: A list of likes. Could be anything from apples to swimming to hand grenades. Both things your character likes to do, eat, see, and what types of people they like.
Dislikes: The opposite of above.
Strengths: This is different from likes. While your character may like some things, they may not be good at them, or the thing may not be able to be a strength. (like apples... how could that be a strength??)
Weaknesses: Opposite of above. Also things your characer doesn't like doing (such as telling lies)
Talents: Choose a few strengths (or even weaknesses, since telling convincing lies is a talent, albeit one we don't really want) and list them here. This is what your character is really good at.
Description: Describe how your character looks. Don't just find a picture and say 'that's it', take time to describe how your character looks. Let's face it, this is great practice for describing things when you're writing as well.
Other: Anything else not covered by the other topics you wnat to include.
History: This is where you write a bit about your character's past. Try to have a decent sized paragraph on this. You don't have to go in depth, just try to have their life outlined in simple sentances.
Now I shall show you a character I've created with this form. In the story this character is in, he is stranded on an island with the rest of his school class.
Full name: Markus James McKethe
Nickname: Mark
Gender: M
Age: 18
Personality: Kind, honest, loyal, stubbon, a little loud, funny, has ocasional bouts of moodiness, can be serious when needed to be.
Crush: It will most likely end up Rebecca
GF/BF: None
Likes: Jokes, honey, coffee, climbing, soccer and football, frisbees.
Dislikes: Losing, not having coffee, people who can't take a joke.
Strengths: Climbing, finding honey and coffee plants, identifying plants, general althleticism, endurance.
Weaknesses: Sprinting for much more than 25-ish yards, making things that stand up to a stiff breeze, math, art of any kind (he's horrible at it).
Talents: Finding and identifying plants, finding honey, climbing, endurance.
Description: Markus is slightly above average height, at 6 feet tall. He is pretty muscular since he has been working out for four years. He has reddish brown hair and green eyes. He has huge feet that he constantly trips over.
Other: He is very clumsy, klutzy would be a beter discription.
History: Markus was born to a 17 year-old girl who made a huge mistake. She knew she wasn't ready for taking care of an infant, so she put him up for adoption. Almost right away he was adopted. Markus grew up in a loving family. He has seven siblings, two sisters who were born naturaly to his parents after they adopted him, one brother who was also 'natural' child, an adopted brother/sister set of twins, and two more adopted brothers, both older than him. He learned how to make himself heard by having that lot for a family. His older brothers are both married. The oldest has two kids already and the younger of them has one child. Markus had a best friend named Rob when he was 13. One day Rob dissapeared and was never found. Markus has always felt guilty about that. He feels as if he could have stopped it.
And there you have it! That is my way of creating a character. Of course, any character that's created has a great chance of growing into something you weren't planning one, so don't worry if that happens and ride the tides of your imagination!
ba-dee ba-dee ba-dee, That's all folks!
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
I haven't heard
There are a couple words I haven't heard in months. A few words that don't seem that important, but reall are some of the best words girl can hear.
I haven't been called beautiful by a guy since my dad died. Four months ago.
On one website I enjoy playing RPGs on, the players I 'hang out with' have all been girls for nearly as long as I can remember. About three weeks ago, a guy joined our group. We gve him the nickname Dude because he was the only guy. One of the girls strted a chainmail that was called 100 hugs. In it, she wrote hug one hindred times. Then she told us to pass it on. So of course we all sent it to each other in our group.
Dude sent me a copy.
I told him thanks. He sent back a reply saying 'You're welcome, beautiful lady."
I hadn't been called beutiful by a guy for four months.
It ade me sob.
I didn't know how much I needed to hear those words until someone sad them.
I miss my daddy a lot.
I haven't been called beautiful by a guy since my dad died. Four months ago.
On one website I enjoy playing RPGs on, the players I 'hang out with' have all been girls for nearly as long as I can remember. About three weeks ago, a guy joined our group. We gve him the nickname Dude because he was the only guy. One of the girls strted a chainmail that was called 100 hugs. In it, she wrote hug one hindred times. Then she told us to pass it on. So of course we all sent it to each other in our group.
Dude sent me a copy.
I told him thanks. He sent back a reply saying 'You're welcome, beautiful lady."
I hadn't been called beutiful by a guy for four months.
It ade me sob.
I didn't know how much I needed to hear those words until someone sad them.
I miss my daddy a lot.
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