Events Past and Yet To Come

So, the first past event would be my provincials. I played with another team. The reason why is because on my team, there were twelve girls picked to go to provincials, and I was fourteenth. So, the remaining six of us joined up with four other girls and voila, we had a new team.

But...we kinda sucked.

We lost every game. All three of them. The weather was miserable and rainy. One of the games was 16-0. Ouch.

But there were good parts, too. I was fourth in the batting lineup--that's the cleanup hitter, and that's the best place to be. Statistically, I hit the best on the team. But one of my friends, Beth, hit a double AND a triple. But then she just struck out the rest of the time. I got lame hits, but I usually made it to first. I sliced up my left leg sliding, too. The fun.

Also, I had a great time. Even though we suck, everyone's really friendly and we all had a good time. And finally, the Tisdale sign, where provincials were played, was hilarious.

Yes, this is the sign. "Land of Rape and Honey." Isn't that welcoming?

There is truth behind it, I learned. "Rape" is an old word for canola or something. One of the coaches told me that when I announced the motto for the town.

Plus, my sister's Squirt team won provincials. I was a Squirt last year, and we won. That makes Bill, the coach, a two-time provincial winner. According to my dad, that's like, legendary. After the game, I went up to him and said, "Two years in a row, eh? Getting old yet?"

He gasped. "What? Uh, yeah, no...wait! It never gets old!"

I love making people stumble over their words. I smiled and walked away.

Anyways, we're finally at the cabin! Yesterday was really cold, howevah. I had to wear pants. Not shorts. PANTS. And yes, I still went swimming. Duh.

Today was better. Way better. My nineteen year old cousin Brittany came. It was warm enough to swim. We launched the Sea-Doo, Frank, and I got to drive it back home from the compound. We went tubing. And the weirdest of all, we met a chipmunk named Tina.

It was the strangest thing. Britt and I were sitting on the swing, drying off, when we heard something coming from under the deck. We craned our necks, and ta-da! There was a small, grayish form scooping out dry grass before disappearing back under the planks.

Britt suggested we feed her, so we went inside and got Fibre One cereal and peanut butter crackers and dill pickle Spitz. We littered them around the opening where the ground squirrel came out. A few minutes later she ran on to the deck. The first thing we noticed that she was really fat. Second was that she is not very shy.

We tossed her peanut butter crackers, and she DEVOURED them. I swear, we were sitting a meter away from a wild animal as she munched away. After a while, Brittany fetched a spoon of peanut butter, which she cleaned. In the end, she ate seven mini crackers and a spoon of peanut butter. I even caught it on video! But I'll give you a picture instead.

Here's a lovely story. When we arrived here, we found that there was a birds' nest built on our deck, right onto our window. After conferring, we got somebody to move it to an old covered well we have beneath our stairs. With heavy hearts, we watched as the frantic parents swooped in circles all day looking for their babies. We were sure they were going to die. Then, da-da-da-DAAA...they found their children!! Now they don't dive-bomb us when we walk onto our deck. They feed their children, stuffing worms into their gaping mouths. It's so cute! And yes, I got pictures.
PS-I know the spacing is weird in this post, but Blogger is weird.

*Siiiigh*

I never thought I'd say this, but...

I MISS SCHOOL.

Yesterday at Staples I was searching for a new scribbly notebook (I bought a notebook at McNally Robinsons', but I paid too much money for it and it's too intimidating to write in. I wanted a three dollar notebook with a beautiful, fun cover that I can scribble in and not feel guilty.) I passed all the bins of pens and white-out and locker accessories with LONGING. I LOVE shopping for school supplies. I have no life!!
I just want to go to my cabin. Small town summer life really really sucks.
The pool grows boring, it's raining, and one can consume only so many Koolaid Slushies.
However, the family next door moved in. Rebecca is actually going into ninth grade, so we're not the same age after all. :( However, she's really nice and friendly. We hung out a bit the other day.
I'm sick.
I am playing too much Sims, and I swear I have not written a sentence of Miriam's Isle in a week. I wanted to finish the damn thing!
Here, I'll try and concentrate on the good stuff of summer.

1. We got a bunny. Randomly. At a petting zoo, bunnies and kittens were only five bucks. My mother walked in, and said, "Jaecy, I think we need a bunny to go with the guinea pigs. Do you think the kindergartners will like her?" I said, "Yes." So we picked a bunny the color of a burnt almond (she's a light brown, with darker fur around her ears and feet.) She's not full grown and incredibly tame and ADORABLE. We named her Clover, to go with Sugar and Spice. They get along, too.
2. I'm playing in C Provincials with a ball team from another town and some other rejects on my team. I like those dudes. I introduced myself as "Leonard" as things just kinda went downhill from there.
3. The Sims 3 is really fun, though stupid and time-consuming.
4. My siblings are playing front-yard baseball at this exact moment, which consists of second base across the street on my neighbor's lawn. And I'm gonna join them.

Whaddya know? I cheered myself up.

I WILL WRITE MIRIAM'S ISLE TONIGHT!!! PROMISE!!!!

Ciao, bella.

School's Out For The Summer!

As of Wednesday, June 24th, I was no longer a resident of the Elementary School. I
am now (almost) a "High Schooler", as stupid and/or younger kids say.
I really hate when people use terms such as "Grade Sixers," the "Preschoolers," the "Grade Threeers". Especially when peeps my age say that crap.
Also on my list of pet peeves:

• "I SEEN". UGGGH!!!! I hate it!! Everyone says it!! And now most of the people I know say it just to annoy me. "I seen this guy..." "At recess I seen..." grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
• When people write and use the wrong homonyms. Their, they're, there, your, you're, etc. I also hate the wrong punctuation.
• "Funner."
• Wrong abbreviations.
• Just plain misspellings.
• Pickles.
• Old grouchy guys that smell funny and seem to run everything.
• Snobby women that think they know everything. (Orthodontist nurses, substitute teachers, etc.)
• Warm milk. Warm milk is supposed to be soothing. But it tastes like crap.
• When people don't brush their hair. It's yucky.

I cleaned my fish tank today. I removed 1/4 of the water, scrubbed their plants and their t.rex skull, and stirred up the yellow and blue rocks littering the bottom with a giant spoon. All their old crud and food stirred up, swishing Christine and Coraline into spinny currents and turning the water opaque. So I left them, and let the filter do the job.

Yesterday at swimming lessons I got to swim in my clothes. It was fun. Except it thundered, so we all had to get out. Wet, too-tight shorts riding up your butt as you sit on the grimy ground talking about hypothermia is not a glorious experience.

Ciao, bella.

New Stuff Going On

NEW STUFF #1: Swimming lessons. I am in Level Eight, because last year the pool had chemical problems or something (as always) and the lessons didn't start until we had jetted off to the lake. (Kidding. I haven't ridden a plane since I was, like, three.) There's only supposed to be two kids in my class, but he quit. So basically I'm getting solo lessons! It's cool. Today I managed to correctly execute a Stride Entry, which is a pointless way of jumping in the water without putting your head under. I thought this was dumb, because a) if you're jumping in the water and you can't get your hair wet you have a PROBLEM and b) once you jump in a wave washes over your head anyways and soaks you. I asked my teacher, Shanna, why there was a point to this. She said it's for when you jump in and save someone and want to keep your eye on them the whole time. So I guess there is a point. The thing that is vaguely curious about swimming lessons is that they have so many rhymes. Some poet out there has no life. There's fire, wire, gas, glass, look up, look down, look all around, and sniff. They're not all rhymes, though. Pep-si, co-la, sev-en up is the rhythm for the front crawl. There's more, but I can't remember them all. Ah well. Good times. I love the water. I especially love the flickering turquoise light dapples on the pool floor underwater.
NEW STUFF #2: I actually studied for my science test. Last night I was spastic with energy, leaping around my kitchen, muttering "a beam is a strip of material used horizontally to support a load" and leaping on my brother and screaming, "GUESSWHATGUESSWHATGUESSWHAT? THE STRENGHT OF A MATERIAL DEPENDS ON ITS SIZESHAPEANDUSE!!!" Completed with an evil cackle. Cookie dough does this to you. Consider yourself warned. Anyways, the test was beyond simple. I may have even over-studied. Can you do that?
NEW STUFF #3: I'm graduating tomorrow. In my town, we only have two schools. Elementary is K-7, and High School is 8-12. They actually don't call this a "seventh grade graduation," they call it a "grade seven farewell." I'm kinda sad to think about leaving the good ol' Elementary school, but I am excited for high school. I'm totally psyched for lockers and different classrooms and the evil people and the cool people. Today the grade eights came over to our school and answered some questions off a sheet about high school. Stuff that we wrote. Like, "Who should we avoid?" ("Just don't be too cocky, especially not at first, and then no one will hate you. The grade nines especially despise if you start strutting around like you own the place," Laura said.) And "What happens if you forget your locker combination?" ("We hardly ever lock our lockers, unless there's an event going on at school," Levi said. "If you do, just go on down to the office.") Apparently we don't get a school supplies list, either, so their advice is four zip-up binders, pencils, pens, white-out, and all that shiznit tucked away in a pencil case, and markers for art. Chantelle suggested a mirror or a little box to keep stuff in inside your locker. I wanted one of those magnetic mirrors and a magnetic shelf or something to keep chapstick and hand lotion and stuff in. Maybe I should use another pencil case instead, because if the thing fell off and spilled all over the hallway, that'd be annoying. I think I'll just use a pencil case, because then I can keep a few bucks and "feminine supplies" in there without fear. Okay, I convinced myself. I have a nice dress for tomorrow, white with large black polka-dots, and sweet shoes and silver-and-black jewellery that sounds odd but looks nice. I don't exactly know how I'm rolling with hair, though. My hair is getting longer, because I'm growing it out. I like the length it's currently at though. I have a thick mat of golden-brown curls. I know they're golden brown because I once went around at a drug store matching a curl to all the little samples they have taped down. Grade Seven Farewell is really not a big deal. At one o'clock we walk in one by one, sit down, and watch embarrassing pictures of us snotty-nosed kindergartners played to everyone. Then the teachers make a speech about how wonderful we are, then we get diplomas then we get to go home. I suggested we all go to the Co-Op for koolaid slushies after, and it was seconded enthusiastically.
NEW STUFF #4: My right-next-door neighbors sold their house. The people moving in have a thirteen year 0ld daughter!! How great is that? They're moving in July 1st. I'm really excited. Even if we don't end up best buds, I still am going to introduce her to a bunch of people so she won't be so alone. We can prepare her for high school. I may even email my new teachers at the high school and ask if they want to email her back or something to give some teacherly advice. I can't help but imagine her. I mean, I don't know anything about her. She could African-American, Caucasion, Native American, or Asian. She could have blonde streaks, red curls, or blue spikes. She could have braces. She could be a model. She could be in a wheelchair. She could love reading (or better yet, writing) or she could hate all literature. Kind-hearted, mean-streaked, music appreciative, sensitive, sense of humor? Who knows. We could end up best friends like those BFFs you see on TV that walk into each others houses. We could end up enemies. We could chat every night, or maybe living next door will be a curse. I don't know. I'm hoping for the friends part, obviously. Even if we're not BFFs, we can be aquaintances or buddies. The summer before sixth grade my best friend Kensey and I met a girl named Alex at the pool. Kensey, who is related to everyone, had whispered to me before that they were distant cousins. There is a girl named Kelsey who lives right next door to Alex. I remember what we said. We had lingered uncertainly around her for a few minutes, twice saying, "Hi." She responded with a cheerful "Hello" both times. We finally swam up to her and introduced ourselves.
"Hi, I'm Jaecy," I said.
"Hi, I'm your cousin," Kensey said. Alex smiled and nodded.
"Kelsey told me."
And so on. We're now good friends. I'm hoping the new girl will be reasonably nice, with a sense of humor, and likes to read. I hope she'll appreciate me and my other friends introducing ourselves, rather than telling us to get lost or something. Most new people are the same at first, though. Shy, introverted.
Anyways, have you guys ever moved? I never have. I've lived in the same house in the same town my whole life. I don't know what it's like. I know it can't be easy. Any idea on how I should act around her? They're moving in on July 1st.
NEW STUFF #5: Poems. The other night I woke up at four in the morning and tossed and turned and finished my book and wrote two poems about eating disorders. They're kind of dark, but I like the finished product. No, I'm not bulemic OR anorexic, but I can imagine the pain.

BULIMIA

Self loathing
Gorging on sugar, starch, salt
Until I'm fit to explode
My stomach clenches
In bloatedness,
Anxiety.
Gagging
Heaving
Lurching
Purging forth my uncertainty
And doubts
About who I am
And where I shine
Repeating the actions
That I lose myself in
I drown in pessimistic bleakness
Unpleasant tingles
And the hollow,
Wracking
Gasps.
Do I feel better?
No. no.
But I will continue
Letting go
It's the only thing I'm sure of.

ANOREXIA

i stand quiet in the crowd
muscles taut
flesh sucked in
and i wonder:
am i too fat?
are they too skinny?
do they notice?
do they hate me?
am i good enough?

if i fidget
and rearrange
and dissect the food on my plate
maybe no one will notice
that none enters my clasped lips

i smile through my pain
and push on through my fatigue
i collapse at night
into a pile
of bones
and flesh
and suffering

yet i still lie awake
heart pounding
irregularly
not just because i'm living
on air
and water
but because i'm afraid
that after all of this
i'm still
not
good enough.

They're both somewhat dark, and twisted, and depressing. But it's also life, and I like to think I captured the lives of these poor people. Because most people think that bulimia is just models trying to stay rail-thin, it's actually a lot of chubby people that hate themselves and do this to themselves.

NEW STUFF #5: Wait, this is old. MY FISH DIED. It was an algae sucker. The kind that are the sole survivors in a filthy tank. My tank was CLEAN. And Peter Pettigrew had to add to my deceased number of fish. It's now a lucky number: seven. I'm a killer. However, I do have two remaining: red fantails, Coraline and Christine. They are perfectly fine. I hope.

Summer had finally came. The air is hot. School is drifting to a close. I finish next Wednesday. I'm also going to Moose Jaw for a ball tournament this weekend. For once, I'm not playing in it. My sister is. My friend Lizzy's little sister is on the same team. We are camping at this place with a motel, campgrounds, and rentable trailers. There is also a swicked awesome pool. We decided to party there all weekend instead of watching Squirt softball. Wheee!!!

The Sims 2

I know you people all are the solid, literary types, but I will admit it: there's a computer geek inside me. I love stuff to do with computers, and programs like Pivot and Scratch. My most favorite computer game, of course, is the Sims 2. I have (begged, boughten, and borrowed) every expansion pack they've released. And now it seems a tad wasteful, considering the Sims 3 just came out. I'm making a trip to the city tomorrow, so I'll pick it up then.
Anyways, I had been considering making a website about the Sims 2. There are a lot of websites out there to do with the Sims 2, mostly downloading custom content. You can download new hairstyles and objects and stuff. I know how to make that kind of thing, reasonably (I mainly just work with colors and stuff, I don't actually understand how to craft a new hairstyle), but I was thinking more along the lines of tutorials, walkthroughs, and tips. It would probably just get lost out there in Cyberspace, but it would look good on my resume if it was a good website. And besides, it would be writing practice.
I was thinking of putting up a Questions section, if I can, and I can just address people's comments and concerns. The stuff I was thinking was:

• All the cheats I know and what you can do with them. I am the Master of Cheats.
• Tutorials on house building and possibly some Lots downloads (building homes and community places that people can download.)
• Landscaping. Too many Sims people have flat yards. I have experimented with mountains, waterfalls, and waterslides. Other people should have such interesting yards.
• Walkthroughs on how to make Supernaturals--that's what I call them. With ever expansion installed, you can make: Zombies, Plantsims, Werewolves, Vampires, Robots, and Witches.
• Videos, perhaps?

So, lots of stuff. My dad said if he has time, he'll show me how to make a site. He experimented with them for a while when he crafted a page for his comedy duo. For now, I'm just thinking of the perfect name and begining some of the writing. I want a name with the word "sim" in it. Any suggestions? I would create a logo thinger for myself on Paint.NET. I would feel professional with a logo. I was thinking something like Jim Dandy, but with the "J" crossed out and replaced with an "S". Sim Dandy. Is that lame? I also came up with SIMphony. But when you write it out, it looks like Sim Phony. And that ain't cool. There's a simmer out there with the site name Parsiminous, which I think is sweet.

Sorry if I kinda lost you non-sim-addicts back in the, I don't know, second sentence? Don't worry about it. I just wanted to say that, and also get your feedback on my idea and name ideas. Thanks Yo!

In Search of New Material

I am in search of new reading material.
You are all intelligent people that I trust read really cool shtuff.
SOooo... what's out there?

Thanks feryer responses.

OH...I am also in seach of tunes.
Tunes, anyone? Any goood tunes available for buying on iTunes?

Limericks

There once was an ant named Balu

Who constructed his anthill with glue

The sand wouldn't stay

With glue, though, it may

It was all that he knew how to do.

There once was a bird named Eli

Who thought he forgot how to fly

He fell from a tree

To escape from a bee

And remembered before he could die.

There once was a sailing chipmunk

Who was, simply, in a word, punk

He set to the seas

In a violent breeze

And before he did know it he sunk.

I love writing limericks. They're an irish poem with a lilting, fun kind of rhythm. They're usually nonsensical. It seems difficult to think of something at first, but just throw something stupid out, because they're really short. They're pretty easy to get into. I like them a lot.

This isn't about limericks, but today at school we went to see an art show. The artist had an array of highly detailed, realistically colored roadkill.

It was possibly the most WEIRDEST thing I've ever seen.

The guide person was all, like, "How do you feel when you look at this? What do you think the artist meant to show through these paintings?"

What did he want to show? Maybe the traffic's heavy between Edmonton and Winnipeg.

I guess it takes all types to make the world go 'round.

The Exquisite Charms of David Garneau.