I hope I never grow up.
I don't mean that in the Peter Pan-Neverland sort of way, or the horribly morbid I-Shall-Die-Before-I-Grow-Old way, or even the I-Refuse-To-Take-Responsibility-For-Anything-Therefore-Remaining-Childlike-Forever kind of way.
What I mean is this. Children blow on dandelions and watch the seeds scatter, not worried about weeds marring their pristine lawns. Children ask questions because they are interested in finding out "how come"?
I want to always...look for the rainbow in the garden hose off-spray.
...blow dandelions and watch the seeds fall where they may.
...hang over the edge of the tree house and pretend I can fly.
...dance like a madman to 80's music.
...wonder what the world would be like with purple clouds.
...do cartwheels, regardless of my talents.
...get excited about small things like grape jelly.
...look for heart shaped rocks at the beach.
...believe in fairies and magic.
That, to me is the definition of "grown-up". In addition, saying that you're "grown-up" seems to me to be saying that you can't grow anymore. To me, growing is a process that I never want to stop. If you can't grow anymore, then you're stuck in a state of stasis.
I want to grow, but I never want to be grown.
~Whimsy
P.S. Why has this struck me now? This coming Tuesday, I start my second session of classes as a teacher at a local homeschool co-op. This time, instead of working with teens, I'm going to be working with littler ones, ages 6-12. Honestly, I couldn't be happier. I love that age range. ^___^
P.P.S. Am also building props for a local theater, and working tech-whatnot at another theatre this coming Sunday.
P.P.P.S I'm feeling like my life is very exciting right now.
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Week Four: "Let a REAL MAN park the boat."
Brace yourself, my friends, for a tale of danger, hysterical laughter, melodrama and stupidity.
Last year, in the spring, it rained like WOAH. Now, I know that's not the most succinct sentence to begin on, but it's pretty crucial for the rest of the story.
Near my house, there's a brook. It's about waist deep at it's best, and about mayyyybe ten feet wide? Anyway, all that really matters is that it's SMALL, and pretty non-threatening. And then...it RAINED. It rained SO MUCH that my sister and I decided to take the canoe out, and paddle through the backyard and the woods.
At this point, the brook has gone from small-and-non-threatening to LARGE CURRENT OF WATER FLOWING REALLY FAST IN THE MIDDLE OF A FREAKING LAKE IN THE WOODS.
And so, we paddle. Nessa turns to me and suggests that we paddle across the DANGEROUS CURRENT*.
My reaction: O_____O
Her reaction: -___- "Live a little."
My reaction: *trepidation*
And so we struck out across the waters. Our intent was to reach the other side, turn around, and return to safe land, but about halfway across, the fast-moving stream caught up the back end of the boat, and we started to spin and drift downriver, away from the house and we kept going faster.
I think right now is a good time to mention that at the end of this stream, there's a waterfall. A big, huge, 8 foot PLUS waterfall.
Commence the panic.
I grab onto a small bit of tree in the middle of the overflowing river and clutch it, all the while babbling,
"Whimsy McWhimsysen**, age seventeen, was found dead in the brook this week. She is survived by her mothers, and her father. We remember her as a lover of theater, and a compassionate soul. In lieu of flowers, donations can be sent to The Harry Potter Alliance."
Yes, that's right, folks. I was writing my obituary. In the middle of a river. In a canoe. This brilliance was eclipsed by me, proclaiming that "I don't want to be the next spaghetti dinner".
There is SOME logic behind this. You see, if you live in a teeny tiny town like mine, when somebody dies, say, the fire dept will throw a spaghetti (or barbeque, or whatever) dinner as a fundraiser. That's what I WAS going for, but HELL NAW. Madness instead. WOO!
So after much deliberation, we decide to just go with the flow*** and try to go down the river, and veer off into the flooded woods. Thank heavens, we managed it. So, we float into the next-door neighbor's yard, and by extention his pond. It's pretty calm in there, so we head for an island that's been created from the swollen waters.
The island has a neat little dent in it, perfect to park the boat in. Nessa steers i, and JUST misses the wee cove (really, there's nothing at all wrong with how the boat is, keep this in mind). She gets out of the boat and onto the land. I grab the paddle and shove off from the land, effectivly abandoning her with the parting shot "Geez, WOMEN. Let a REAL MAN park the boat."****
...I know. What can I say?
So unbeknownst to me, the current was stronger than I had expected. The back of the boat starts twisting away, and I'm about ready to go back into my Twisting Spiral Of Doom And Panic About Spaghetti Dinners (TM) again. Luckily for the boat, me and my sanity, Nessa grabbed the boat and dragged it back up on the bank, saving my panicky self.
The rest of the day went without incident, but the events that I've mentioned are more than sufficient to provide the adventure aspect.
And THUS ends my story of melodrama.
All aspects of this story are %110 genuine. Really. Even my speech about my obituary.
OH! ALSO, I have created a new "about me" page. Go and check it out HERE and then if you have any questions that I DIDN'T answer, post 'em in a comment.
That's about all for this time, happy BOW'11ing! You guys are doing really well with the blogging every week thing. Kudos there!
Off to go work on an exciting new venture (which you'll unDOUBTEDLY hear about soon, so hold on, y'all),
~Whimsy
P.S. If you haven't seen it already, BOW'11 has a page of it's own. You can check it out HERE, and tell me what you think!
*Nessa is RIGHT NOW, in fact holding with her opinion that it was not, in fact dangerous. I'm running this by her, so I don't misquote her.
**Clearly, this was not the name I used, but let it be known, the rest of this is totally accurate.
***Dear god, I am WAY to happy about that bad pun.
****You all know I am very much not mysogynistic, BUT I do poke fun at those who are.
Last year, in the spring, it rained like WOAH. Now, I know that's not the most succinct sentence to begin on, but it's pretty crucial for the rest of the story.
Near my house, there's a brook. It's about waist deep at it's best, and about mayyyybe ten feet wide? Anyway, all that really matters is that it's SMALL, and pretty non-threatening. And then...it RAINED. It rained SO MUCH that my sister and I decided to take the canoe out, and paddle through the backyard and the woods.
At this point, the brook has gone from small-and-non-threatening to LARGE CURRENT OF WATER FLOWING REALLY FAST IN THE MIDDLE OF A FREAKING LAKE IN THE WOODS.
And so, we paddle. Nessa turns to me and suggests that we paddle across the DANGEROUS CURRENT*.
My reaction: O_____O
Her reaction: -___- "Live a little."
My reaction: *trepidation*
And so we struck out across the waters. Our intent was to reach the other side, turn around, and return to safe land, but about halfway across, the fast-moving stream caught up the back end of the boat, and we started to spin and drift downriver, away from the house and we kept going faster.
I think right now is a good time to mention that at the end of this stream, there's a waterfall. A big, huge, 8 foot PLUS waterfall.
Commence the panic.
I grab onto a small bit of tree in the middle of the overflowing river and clutch it, all the while babbling,
"Whimsy McWhimsysen**, age seventeen, was found dead in the brook this week. She is survived by her mothers, and her father. We remember her as a lover of theater, and a compassionate soul. In lieu of flowers, donations can be sent to The Harry Potter Alliance."
Yes, that's right, folks. I was writing my obituary. In the middle of a river. In a canoe. This brilliance was eclipsed by me, proclaiming that "I don't want to be the next spaghetti dinner".
There is SOME logic behind this. You see, if you live in a teeny tiny town like mine, when somebody dies, say, the fire dept will throw a spaghetti (or barbeque, or whatever) dinner as a fundraiser. That's what I WAS going for, but HELL NAW. Madness instead. WOO!
So after much deliberation, we decide to just go with the flow*** and try to go down the river, and veer off into the flooded woods. Thank heavens, we managed it. So, we float into the next-door neighbor's yard, and by extention his pond. It's pretty calm in there, so we head for an island that's been created from the swollen waters.
The island has a neat little dent in it, perfect to park the boat in. Nessa steers i, and JUST misses the wee cove (really, there's nothing at all wrong with how the boat is, keep this in mind). She gets out of the boat and onto the land. I grab the paddle and shove off from the land, effectivly abandoning her with the parting shot "Geez, WOMEN. Let a REAL MAN park the boat."****
...I know. What can I say?
So unbeknownst to me, the current was stronger than I had expected. The back of the boat starts twisting away, and I'm about ready to go back into my Twisting Spiral Of Doom And Panic About Spaghetti Dinners (TM) again. Luckily for the boat, me and my sanity, Nessa grabbed the boat and dragged it back up on the bank, saving my panicky self.
The rest of the day went without incident, but the events that I've mentioned are more than sufficient to provide the adventure aspect.
And THUS ends my story of melodrama.
All aspects of this story are %110 genuine. Really. Even my speech about my obituary.
OH! ALSO, I have created a new "about me" page. Go and check it out HERE and then if you have any questions that I DIDN'T answer, post 'em in a comment.
That's about all for this time, happy BOW'11ing! You guys are doing really well with the blogging every week thing. Kudos there!
Off to go work on an exciting new venture (which you'll unDOUBTEDLY hear about soon, so hold on, y'all),
~Whimsy
P.S. If you haven't seen it already, BOW'11 has a page of it's own. You can check it out HERE, and tell me what you think!
*Nessa is RIGHT NOW, in fact holding with her opinion that it was not, in fact dangerous. I'm running this by her, so I don't misquote her.
**Clearly, this was not the name I used, but let it be known, the rest of this is totally accurate.
***Dear god, I am WAY to happy about that bad pun.
****You all know I am very much not mysogynistic, BUT I do poke fun at those who are.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
BOW'11 Is Cool.
Hello, and welcome to 2011.
Last year in February, I started this blog. This is going to be another introductory-type post.
I'm Whimsy, I'm eighteen years old. I'm tall-ish, and I like dying my hair strange colors.
I have never gone to school, and yes, that includes college. Unschooled my whole life, and happy to be so!
I live in a small town in New England, in a house with my two mums, my sister, five cats, one dog, a fish and a turtle.
Writing, reading, playing guitar, video editing, teaching theater, acting, and generally being slightly nuts are my pastimes.
My favorite words are "vivid" "whimsicality" and "quirky", which is where my alias, Whimsy comes from.
This year, I hope to:
Continue on teaching theatre
Learn how to edit video better
Audition for a couple/few new theatre groups
Start an etsy shop
NOT FAIL AT BOW'11
Keep up on Doctor Who and Torchwood
Increase my fluency in ASL (or BECOME fluent, either works)
Write some new music
Re-vamp the layout on my blog, because lemons only look good for so long
Edit and get a proof copy of my NaNo from 2010
Outline, plot, and win NaNo2011
Earn some money in some way
Also, this year, I will be turning nineteen. For some reason, this feels INCREDIBLY old.
Here's to a new year, a blank page, and lots of friends to help fill it in.
~Whimsy
P.S. Wow! Lots of people looking to do BOW'11! Thank you all for joining up, and if you haven't already joined, well, what are you waiting for? http://dft.ba/-BOW11
P.P.S. My newly Doctor Who crazed mind is SO AMUSED by the acronym BOW 11. Why? Because bow ties are cool. ^___^
Last year in February, I started this blog. This is going to be another introductory-type post.
I'm Whimsy, I'm eighteen years old. I'm tall-ish, and I like dying my hair strange colors.
I have never gone to school, and yes, that includes college. Unschooled my whole life, and happy to be so!
I live in a small town in New England, in a house with my two mums, my sister, five cats, one dog, a fish and a turtle.
Writing, reading, playing guitar, video editing, teaching theater, acting, and generally being slightly nuts are my pastimes.
My favorite words are "vivid" "whimsicality" and "quirky", which is where my alias, Whimsy comes from.
This year, I hope to:
Continue on teaching theatre
Learn how to edit video better
Audition for a couple/few new theatre groups
Start an etsy shop
NOT FAIL AT BOW'11
Keep up on Doctor Who and Torchwood
Increase my fluency in ASL (or BECOME fluent, either works)
Write some new music
Re-vamp the layout on my blog, because lemons only look good for so long
Edit and get a proof copy of my NaNo from 2010
Outline, plot, and win NaNo2011
Earn some money in some way
Also, this year, I will be turning nineteen. For some reason, this feels INCREDIBLY old.
Here's to a new year, a blank page, and lots of friends to help fill it in.
~Whimsy
P.S. Wow! Lots of people looking to do BOW'11! Thank you all for joining up, and if you haven't already joined, well, what are you waiting for? http://dft.ba/-BOW11
P.P.S. My newly Doctor Who crazed mind is SO AMUSED by the acronym BOW 11. Why? Because bow ties are cool. ^___^
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