Be A Hippy

All I want to do with my life is travel. I want to see the entire world, and not the touristy side. To travel and experience all the local things, understand the history, grasp the culture, everywhere. *Sigh*
Unfortunately life isn't exactly like that is it? And it makes me think of Shannon. Everything seems to make me think of Shannon lately...but you know, it's not like she went everywhere in the world, and she was satisfied with life, she impacted hundreds of lives, and lived her life. Shannon's a friend of myn...she passed away a week and 4 days ago now. She lived in Ohio, and died in a car crash there on a Tuesday night, she wasn't wearing her seat belt. It's really made me try and understand life though. If anybody deserved to live to 120, it was her. Through the whole circumstance I guess I've seen that any day really can be your last, it doesn't matter how young or old you are. It's inspired me to just be who I am, strive to reach the things I dream of, but above all to love people and put them first. What does it matter in the end how many places you've been or certificates you've recieved, if you never learned to communicate or love?
So I combined those thoughts. I want to travel everywhere for God, and I want to learn to love not only the culture but the people. To show them a genuine care and compassion, to share what I can, and to grow relationships. That's what I want my life to be. No working in an office or anything...I want to help people wherever they need help.
This all being said I leave for Guatemala on July 9th and return July 18th. It should be a pretty incredible experience, and I'm looking forward to just getting to know people's hearts there. Next spring break I'm going to be heading off to New Zealand, where one of my best friends lives. My last day at Bylands was Thursday, which means to pay for NZ I need to get another job near the end of August. Next June also has a trip to England in store...so there'll be a lot of moving around in the next year. This will also be my grade 12 year, so I'll be working, having to do candy striping, church, and plenty of homework.
Well, to my few and faithful readers, I love you guys, go do life.

How To Procrastinate Studying For A Chem Final...

1) Arriving home, decide to have a bubble bath because it'll make you smell good, and one can't be expected to study when one doesn't enjoy one's own scent.

2) After the bubble bath, put on some Dr.Phil, just so, you know, one gets in the mindset of anti-socialness.

3) Once Dr.Phil's over one may have an overwhelming sense of emotional exhaustion...so one should be allowed a short nap.

4) In waking up from the short nap, one may need a quick wake up, so one can test what it's like to eat chocolate pudding with a chocolate bar, all the while contemplating how the very large man in Dr.Phil's "House of Hate" got to be so large...

5) Once one has consumed the wake up cure, one should put on a chick flick, simply as background noise, because a little distraction is always good.

6) One can then sit with a binder open on their lap while taking good notes on the movie plot.

7) When the phone rings, one may grab it, and then talk about every random thing that comes to mind for a solid twenty minutes.

8) Since it's never good to be disorganized, one can organize all DVDs in alphabetical order, then try and find the digital camera promised by the elder brother.

9) Once the digital camera is in one's possesion, one may charge it so it's ready for use, then try and fix the old school camera.

10) Without success in fixing the old school camera, one may then sit infront of the mirror trying every hairstyle known to man, even though one will not be associating with anybody from the outside world for 16 and a half hours.

11) As to not be completely cut out from the world, one may then check their Myspace, Facebook, Bebo, Hi5, WAYN, Hotmail, Gmail, Facebox and MSN, the majority of which haven't been checked in at least five months.

12) One can then write a blog post about their procrastination, edit it for errors, offer to make dinner, clean their room, walk the dog, clean the kitchen, plan an outfit for tomorrow, and find a pencil to write the final with.

...and then...maaaaybe study?
But what's the point?
Because we all know that at midnight tonight when everything's clean, fixed, and found, panic will set in, and I'll be up until 3am doing completely useless cramming.

True Story

So I would've posted. If it were not for the fact that I couldn't get into my dang blogger account for the past month. Man, I was so choked. Well anyways...I wanna post this thing I just wrote. So I'm gunna post that. I would also enjoy making more future posts, but only if I know ya'll are out there reading! AKA, hit me up with the comments...my last exam is next Friday, so you can expect much writing to ensue...


The quiet night was shattered by a few teenage voices, caressing the late hours with their sober thoughts and mixed up morals. Well, not all were sober. The two boys, Kaii and Luke, remained in their slight fog of alcohol, while Mellissa and Bethany let their sober thoughts become mangled by exhaustion and fumes. Perfect suburban moms lay sleeping next to their 9-5 husbands, and children lay tight with their teddy bears, not a melodramatic thought keeping them from sleep. The odd couples met early in the evening, two being more aware of themselves, the others a little less. It was a mix of sprinklers, bottle spinning, chases, and tripping. Somehow it'd wandered over to Kaii's house where a can lay the cradle to sheesha. In between patio parties lay, legally. Unlike the meer children who'd attempted so earnestly to be on the patio. Near the lake a position of closeness was taken on by three of the four, not due to the late temptations mind you, but the chill. Going up the stairs Beth had lost her senses, they'd dribbled out all night along the pathways, the fields, in the bottles, and through the smoke. Now though they were AWOL. One foot dangled on the rotting edge of an old stair as she rolled her eyes towards the sky. Stars twinkled beneath their black blanket, the moon remaining their night light, all these dispersed among the curls settling on her eyes. Trees stood guarding the night shadows of their secrecy, and mysterious noises echoed around the swingset ahead, running past the teeter-totters, and landing on the abandonded street. Slipping, slipping, slipping. Slowly Bethany lost her balance, blissfully unaware because the sky was beautiful, the moment so full, and what else mattered, really?
Luke eyed her with care and questioned her state, with an arm smoothly and quickly wrapped around her waste. Perhaps it was an excuse, and maybe it was a guardian instinct, either way Beth wished he would just stay like that. Maybe she shouldn't have...maybe she should've thought of her boyfriend and how he'd feel. In the end though her heart strings played a sad song of defeat in that area...defeated by her boyfriend's lies and uses. So she let Luke hold her, and Luke held her like a child figuring out a broken toy. His hand lightly slid off reaching the dewy green, and she spun in circles, happy to be lost in her thoughts, the laughing of Kaii, the observations of Mellissa...the stare of Luke. Night sky always has a draw though, and she fell into it. Well, her eyes fell into it as she fell into the grass. It poked into her skin and let the cold seep through her jeans, leaving little chills to run up and down her spine. Some think imagination, innocence, simplicity, is lost with double digits. Beth liked proving theories wrong though, and in the instant that Luke collapsed next to her for the pure enjoyment of natural light she knew she had. Nagging voices of the more mature ones pulled her up, and they got a few feet closer to real blankets and a warm bedtime of adventure hangovers. Somehow Bethany couldn't do it...she couldn't just let the night end. Old friends, new friends, best friends. No boy on her side that she was locked to, locked with a rusting chain that restrained and scratched and repressed.
For the umpteenth time she sat down near a tree, slowly lay back and breathed in the cold night air. This time though, the others were convinced by her captivation to try. On her right Kaii lay, on Kaii's right Mellissa lay, and Luke found a spot next to her. Legs made pretzel patterns in defence to the freezing green needles beneath. Arms linked. On her left though, there was different tension. An interesting link. Beth's few fingers were cradled by Luke's, he drew her in and made her feel like a girl. Like a pretty, lovable girl. A little wind blew past their bodies all sprawled on the suburban lawn. Rolling tires sung in the distance, each of them had their own soundtrack for the moment, and it was all so simply magnificent. Simple. It was what had made it all so beautiful. None of them cared for the consequences of tomorrow, none of them wanted it to draw into the next sunrise...yet they didn't want to allow that sunrise an entry permit. Who has a say in time, who has control over the best and worst moment ratios?
Laughter is what comes when one's mind has lost it's abilities, and the moment seems too full to say anything else, to breathe too deeply, to move a single appendage. Bethany let it flow, with every word uttered by her friends, with each pull toward Luke, with each shooting star she giggled. She let go of the lock that was always there, she allowed herself the right to be herself, she allowed the night to exist, to appreciate it, and not beg time. Moments passed and responsibilites came to mind. Wake up calls were thought of, and the walks home started a magnetic pull in their feet. And Luke held Beth because the night was beautiful, it was quiet, they were mixed up, she felt lovely, and the simplicity of their complexities was so captivating it compelled the senses to draw it all into one single embrace.