A moment of blinding insight

I was thinking today about the first time I realized that I was a pretty good writer
I was in High School and we had to write an short story,
I can't remember what class it was for but the story was about a Native American boy hunting.
I had worked so hard on it and I was really proud of it.
I had made numerous drafts and even typed it up.

A few days later we all got our papers back but I didn't get mine back
So I approached my teacher after class and asked him why I didn't get mine
He said "Oh, I wanted to talk to you about this."
Now here I was thinking oh he's going to tell me how good it is.
I never expected what he said next.

"Where did you get this from?"
"Huh, I wrote it..."
"Now you're not in trouble, I just want to know where you got it from"
(isn't that just what every adult tells you right before you get into trouble?)

I was flabbergasted, not only was I being accused of some form of cheating but I was also getting into trouble for doing too good of a job on an assignment.
"I wrote it, I have the drafts at home"
"Well tomorrow bring them in so I can take a look at them"
I think at this point I mumbled something along the lines of "Okay" or "Yeah"

I held my paper in my hand and I felt dejected and let down.
I was so shocked, angry and frustrated that I nearly started crying.
Thank god I had made drafts, It wasn't a habit of mine to draft my projects, I usually just typed them up and edited them along the way.
The next day I showed the drafts to the teacher
and he looked at them and gave me my grade in kind of a dismissive way.

What was the point of accusing me and then barely glancing over my drafts.
I wasn't until much later that I realized this was sort of back handed complement.

My work was good enough for the teacher to think I forged it.
So that's where it all began,
I think I always had a passion for writing but the actions of that teacher confirmed it.
So i'm not sure if that teacher did a bad thing or a good thing.
I might never figure that out...

Hocus Pocus...

Happy Halloween!!!
This has to be one of my favorite holidays besides Christmas,
It's the one day a year where everyone is weird and no one judges them for it! lol

I love seeing all the costumes, I like to think that the costume that a person chooses reflects their personality.
this year for Halloween I was an owl, Nix was Cleopatra.I spent 2 days working on my costume, I'd like to think the effort was worth it!
I also hung out with my little cousin Bella... here are some pic's.
Tomorrow I start NaNoWriMo!
Which stands for National Novel Writing Month,
For the past two years I have participated in it and I have yet to finish a book,
I'm hoping that this is my year.
I'm going to have to write at least 12,500 words a week to reach my 50,000 word goal.
In order to do this I'm going to set aside an hour each day of pure writing time.
I'm really excited for this and I have been looking forward to it all month.
So wish me luck everyone!
I'm going to go watch Hocus Pocus (my favorite Halloween movie) to add the cherry on top of my... All Hollows Eve.

*Side Note* I think my mother was more excited about the Halloween caramel apples that she bought then Bells. lol

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run

So I feel like I have been a really bad Blogger as of recently. Thisngs keep happening and I'm all like "Must remember to blog about that".. and then I forget. It's such a bummer.

But here I am once again, trying to recall events that I haven't told you about and that are waay late. ahh ok lets start with what I like to call "The Great Firefighter Fiasco" A few weeks ago, I locked myself out of my car. I felt so dumb because not only did I lock myself out of my car but I also left it running. I was about 3o minutes away from my house and I had to get to work.

So I did what most girls would do in that situation, I called my Dad. He told me to calm down and that he would go home grab my spares and head to me after he picked up my sister from school.

That ment he wouldnt be able to get to me for at least another hour. So I started walking around the area that I was stranded in and first started looking for a dry cleaner in hopes of finding a wire hanger to somehow McGuiver my way into my car. Of course because of my amazing luck not a dry cleaner in sight.

There was however a 99 cent store, So I walked in and asked the clerk in they had wire hangers, he looked at me like I had 3 heads and then asked me what I needed it for. In my head I was like

A. Why is that any of ur business?

B. To knit a sweater stupid.

and

C. What do you use hangers for?

But instead I said "I locked myself out of my car..."

he said "oh, Why dont you just go the the firehouse down the street?"

I kinda didnt want to take that route but I really had no other choice.

So with that I had a new mission. I walked to the firehouse and rang the bell.

I took a few minutes for anyone to come to the door, a firefighter came to the door and I told him the situation. he said "Well the truck is out right now but it should be back soon, let me see what I can do" he dissapeared what seemed like a lifetime. and he then returned with another firefighter (Who I must say looked less then thrilled).

I walked with them back to my car.

They began to work at opening my car and then a small crowd begain to form around my car making me so uncomfortable. One man looked thrilled to see me in my disstress anther started talking to the firefighters saying "I am a professional Car thief" to which I wondered why the hell someone would say that so nonchalantly.

A few moments later the Firetruck arrived.... With the entire crew..... to assisst one girl... That was locked outside of her car... Now I dont know about you but is that really nessassary....

Luckily a few moments later the original two firefighters managed to open my car door.

I ended up really late for work... Thats the sad part of the story....

A Day to Remember

It's easy to forget that humans are such fragile beings, we can be hurt physically and mentally with the slightest of ease.

Some people act so strong that you think that you can't possibly hurt them, but inside they could be as fragile as a newborn.

Its kind of amazing.

The human body is amazing as well, we do so many horrible things to our bodies and yet it adapts and keeps going.

I am in a revelation-y type of mood today. Things are running around my head

My mom told me that today is my Grandmothers death day. I miss her like crazy. She was one of those sweet grandmas, that made you feel warm and cuddly.

Here's a story from when I was younger.

I was sleeping over my Grandma's house one night.

I couldn't sleep so I was looking over the edge of the bed, listening to my Grandma snoring next to me.

My Grandma had a cat named Gato, while I was staring down at the cream colored carpet, Gato came out from under the bed.

He was playing with something,

When I took a closer look at the thing that he was playing with, it moved. Realizing what it was I started to scream, waking up my grandmother in the process.

She woke with a start and looked at me and asked "What is it?"

I just screamed "Gato's got a mouse"

as I stood on the bed on my tipy toe's.

My Grandmother started screaming for my uncle Tommy, who came in a rush.

He poked his head in the room and said

"Whats going on"

My Grandmother said "Gato's got a mouse, get it Tommy"

At this point I was crying and hysterical.

He looked at us like we were retarded and said "that's it.. calm down."

He left the room for a few seconds and came back with a broom.

"Where is it?"

We pointed to where Gato was and Gato sensing that his toy was going to be taken away, ran away with the squirming mouse.

My uncle started calling Gato and trying to coax him out from behind the bed.

I remember my uncle using the broom trying to get Gato and the mouse, and me saying

"Get it uncle!"over and over again.

When he finally got it he disposed of the mouse,

My Grandma and I were laughing with relief.

*Side Note* I'm kinda obsessed with the color Lavender right now....

Why me....

Defeat is written on her face as she looks at the computer screen...

Her eye's become glossy and tears well up on the bottom lashes.

She turns her face upward and let's out a sigh of anguish.

She pushes the laptop off of her in disgust and gets out of the bed.

She stands for a moment swaying on her feet.

As if an imaginary sting has been cut she falls to the floor as her body goes limp.

That's where her parents found her two hours later.

Her face pressed into the hardwood floor as she sobs silently.

A few hours later...

The men picked her up and placed her on a gurney.

They rolled her out of the room, her mother and father stood by helplessly

watching their eldest daughter wrapped in a crisp white straight jacket.

Her face was pale and her eyes were wide and red.

She was speaking in a hurried whispers as she passed them.

She whispered "I missed it, I missed it, how could I miss it."

Her words began to blur into each other as if she was speaking another language.

The above story (that I just wrote) is how I feel on the inside....

The reason you ask...

So Max Bemis is doing solo shows in Feb...

They went on sale today at 1pm....

I forgot...

So now... *Sob* I can't go.....

I can't believe I forgot!!!!

I am super mad at myself....

Sooo bummed...

I missed it....

*Side note* I dyed the back of my hair blue, I was really happy about that until this happened... life sucks right now....

She can still here that Rebel Yell just as loud as it was in 1983.

Been Really busy Creating things for the craft show on City Island. I am really excited, but the adverse effect of that is that I have been neglecting my blog and I feel bad about that, so here is a real life story...

So I was at the gas station the other morning,

I was busy pumping my gas when I looked up and noticed this guy staring at me, I quickly looked away and finished pumping my gas.

I walked to the drivers side of the car and I hear someone shout "Hey" behind me.

I ignore it and hear it again.

I looked and it was that same guy that was staring at me, and he says

"It's been a long time, how are you?"

"Umm.. I don't know you"

" yeah, your Lisa, right"

"Umm, no"

" oh sorry"

"It's cool, Bye"

It had to be on of the most bizarre verbal exchanges I have ever had with another human being

that's not to say I have had many exchanges with non human beings...or have I....

so yeah that's my story... ttyl

*Side note* I am going to be going away, so you might not hear from me for a while but I promise to be more vigilant.

The Worst day of my life.... thus far...

The worst day...

I was around 14 years old, I lived in westchester and went to High School in Manhattan, so every morning I would get up @ 6am and grab the Bus to 23rd Street. The ride was about an hour long so normally I would go to sleep while on the bus.

So one night on my way home I fell asleep, When I woke up I realized I had missed my bus stop and was way far from my house. I remember it was raining that night, and I was still new to westchester.

I got off at the next stop and called my house to try and get someone to pick me up

No one answered, I called my parents cell phone's and no answer. Being a lowly H.S student I had like no money on me to even take a bus.

I threw my hood over my head and with my shoulder slouched I started to walk toward the direction that my house was in. After a while of walking, I was soaked, my shoes were squeaking and my clothes were heavier, I tried calling home again, to no avail.

I have never felt so alone in my entire life.

So in the dark, while it rained, I kept walking and then I started to cry.

My sadness turned anger, my tears that came from feeling alone and deserted like no one cared became these angry tears.

I was mad at myself for crying, I was mad at my parents who didn't seem to notice that their child was mising. I was mad at how cliche it was to be crying in the rain at night.

I was angry at the universe.

Eventually my phone died, after about 2 hours of walking I got home. I walked into my house dripping, and there was my mom, so casual saying hello to me.

As if it was normal for me to walk in the house at 8pm, when I got out of school at 2:30 and usually got home by 4pm. I was Furious, I yelled for about 20 mins on how I had to walk all the way home in the rain.

All my mother had to tell me "who told you to fall asleep on the bus"

I stormed off to my room, My mother eventually said sorry and I got over it after a few days.

What I did learn was that the only one who's gonna be there for me is me.

Pure heart, strange Eyes...

Let me tell you a story...

A fictional story that is...

There was once a girl who's heart was pure

but when you looked at her at first she was startling. Beautiful but also frightening

One eyes was green and the other blue, her skin was so pale she looked like a ghost.

Her hair was black with a blue hue she tried to hide the scars behind it.

She was burned at a child and was ashamed of the scars left behind on her pale cheek.

People where frightened by the scars and over time her pure heart began

to grow dark a dark shadow.

She didn't leave her house anymore and as time passed she became merely a scary story.

The Pale girl with the hideous scars ands strange eyes, What people didn't know is that she was in fact very much alive and not a legend.

That girl became a woman and she went out at night rather then the day, for fear of being shunned.

This was the reason no one ever saw her, she had been doing this for years.

One night she went out on her usual walk and she came across a man lying in the woods near where she lived. Upon closer inspection she realized that his leg was broken and he seemed to have passed out.

She gathered some long branches, took off her scarf and began to splint his leg.

While she was repositioning him he woke up and put his hand on hers.

She looked at him and found herself looking straight into his eyes but he fell back into the forest floor before he could say anything.

She finished splinting his leg and watched over him through the night, bringing him water as he slept.

When the man woke he found a bread and cheese sandwich with a bottle of water, next to him.

He looked around for the girl with the brilliant eyes but found no one.

To Be Continued.....