Stories and Writing

I sat and wrote for fun today. It was the first time in months I had done that and I had forgotten how fun writing can be. It allows me to flex my brain muscles and let my creative juices flow and just get out all I've been meaning to say and write.

I like the word "creative juices." Every time, I think of it, I imagine this misty, sparkly fluid flowing out from me that's full of musical notes, architecture, dragons, and changing colors.

As for my story, I took inspiration from a book called The Book of Enchantment. It has this story about a girl whose family is cursed to become werewolves. I thought it was cool so I wrote a story about a girl who goes to school to study it and makes friends with a Lady of the Lake and buys this mysterious bent sword. I wonder where it's going to go...

Yogo's

My friend Beth invited me to this place called Yogo's and it was the most fantastical frozen yogurt shop I had ever visited. They had eight different base yogurts and combinations of those yogurts as well. There were at least a dozen different toppings, four kinds of sauces (I chose chocolate sauce), and extra fruit toppings, too. I want to take my other friends here too! Beth originally invited me because her school had this organization where a part of the proceeds from the frozen yogurt would go towards buying Christmas gifts for local children. How can you not support that?

Also, Beth is very intelligent. I was shown how intelligent as we sat and discussed everything from housing architecture to science, the universe, Stephen Hawking to art and colors. Among many others. I took her with me as I did grocery shopping and she commented on the appalling inadequacies of America's education system. "Kids these days don't know how to imagine!" she said.

It's funny how we're both young and would still be called "kids" in many respects, but we already quote expressions such as "kids these days." I suppose that we are older than what most consider "kids" but I still see myself as a kid sometimes so it's new to think of the younger generation as separate from mine. I suppose she's right however. People just five years younger than me are doing things that I didn't dream of until I was well-past their age.

Funny how things change as you age.

Peanuts and Steampunk

Today, I was walking to school when I had the sudden craving for boiled peanuts. Mmmm...the soft skin and the subtle sweet taste. Nothing better to warm you. Well, other than hot chocolate maybe. Or coffee if you're a coffee lover. Or tea, if that's your cup of...tea.

Anyway, there's something's that got me bouncing with anticipation. There's a steampunk ball coming up and I'm going to go! If I save up money, I can afford it.

For those of you who don't know what steampunk is, it's a genre related to science fiction, fantasy, and the Victorian era. It's basically the era of the steam engine (hence, steampunk) combined with Victorian style dress. There's also steampunk novels, films, and music bands. There's the costumes, too! It's very much like Victorian formal wear combined with goggles, leather belts, and whatever mechanical addendums you can add to the fray. If I go, I get to dress up in top hats and mechanical appendages and boots and vests with stopwatch chains! It's going to be splendid. Now all I need is to find a place to buy all of this stuff...

Foot-in-mouth syndrome much?

I've been taking piano classes for two years now, but it wasn't until my practice piano recital today that I realized my teacher puts her foot in her mouth on occasion. When we had all played our pieces and my teacher critiqued us, she told us to bring as many people as we could to the REAL recital in two-and-a-half weeks. Then she turned to Leonka, the quietest person in class and said, "Leonka, do you have any...friends?" Here she waved her hands as if that helped explain the word "friends" to a girl who might not grasp its meaning. My other classmates and I just looked at each other and our jaws dropped in complete shock. I tried laughing to dispel a little of the awkwardness but even I was appalled by what she had said. I, for one, happen to know that Leonka DOES have friends. She's one of those people who are always quiet in class but social in real life. Poor Leonka. I hope she doesn't clam up even more because of that.

Then my teacher said, "You all should invite your mothers, brothers, sisters...whatever relatives you can find lying around." My classmates and I exchanged confused looks and raised eyebrows.

When my teacher said "whatever relatives you can find lying around", I had an image of walking out of class one day, running into someone, and, after a short talk, I would throw out my arms and exclaim, "Hey! You're my long-lost relative! Won't you come to my piano recital?" And they would gladly accept and we'd have this warm hug.

Or maybe one day, I'll be waiting at a cross-walk and see something shiny on the ground. "Hey!" I exclaim again, "It's a relative! Imma take you home, shine you up, and carry you in my pocket to my piano recital."

Tee-hee. It's great what kind of lemons life brings you sometimes. :)

Tres Content

I'm lying on my back, curved and impacted against memory foam and soft pillow. The rain just started a sudden burst outside. I wonder if it's angry. Or sullen. Maybe a release of energy somewhere in the world? Maybe in China, a man is yelling at his wife just to see her smiling at his own mistake. Maybe there are two people somewhere-one just proposed and the other said yes. They both breathe again. Maybe in the Galapagos Islands, a mother turtle has just given birth to her last batch of eggs. Exhausted and happy, she pats sand over them and waddles back to the sea. Maybe a sailor somewhere is waving goodbye to a storm, glad to have lived through it.

Or maybe I'm just imagining things.

I'm lying on my back, after hours of serving people at the cafe and then more hours of homework. What relevance does any of this have to do with my life? I wonder. What does it have to do with my future? Then I suddenly see a flash of an image. Job interview. Important. Professional. "Do you know how to make a cup of coffee?" the interviewer asks me. It's a strange question, but, then again, it's supposed to be strange. It's supposed to test me.

"Yes, I do know how to make a cup of coffee. I know how to make a latte, and a capuccino and how to work an espresso machine."
"Good," the interviewer says, grinning. "I read over your resume and you know how to type, communicate effectively, write up reports, and perform basic computer functions. The only deal-breaker was if you know how to make a cup of coffee. Good coffee, that is," he jokes.
I nod and smile. I got the job.

The rain is sullen now, splattering down the gutters and sides of buildings in sloppy gobs. Maybe I should go to sleep. School's tomorrow.

I'm lying on my back, curving and impacted against memory foam and soft pillow, after hours of coffee and textbooks and articles and dreams. Dreams of a happier tomorrow. Let's make that happen. The happy tomorrow. But. Let's do it tomorrow. Right now, I'm just happy. Or as the French would say, "Tres content."

Good night, rain. Maybe I'll see you the next time I'm happy. And maybe next time, you won't be so sullen.

Gyrating Churchgoer

I was in church this morning and something...unique happened. There was this young boy (no more than ten years old) standing three pews in front of me and halfway through the mass, he started gyrating his hips. I was dumbfounded, thunderstruck, flabbergasted, shocked, and amazed. I watched as his hips swam in figure eights and pow-wowed every which way. He eventually stopped, of course, but what was most surprising was that it seemed as if no one else noticed. The man standing next to him (I assume it was his father) did not notice. No one sitting behind him noticed or they would have been laughing, giggling, chortling, chuckling, or guffawing. Everyone just stared ahead stone-faced and reciting the Apostles' Creed. I glanced around to check. "Did anyone else see that?!" I wanted to shout. Nothing. Then I thought, "Man, what is wrong with you people? We have a male stripper in the making (in a Catholic church, mind you) and all you can do is act like brainwashed churchgoers reciting the Apostles's Creed."

WELL. I, for one, did enjoy the unexpected spectacle. Little gyrating boy, you are going places.

P.S. I put in all those synonyms for fun. I like to think of myself as a living thesaurus, even if that's a pretentious way of living.

Fetching Profile Picture

I just changed my profile picture to fit with the new name of my blog (worrier princess). When I was saving the changes, words at the bottom of the page said, "Fetching profile picture..." I thought that blogger.com was complimenting my profile picture for being "fetching" and I almost did that girly thing where I turned away modestly, blushed, and said, "Aw, shucks." Then I realized two things. First of all, blogger.com probably meant that it was retrieving my profile picture, not complimenting it. Secondly, why would a website compliment a profile picture? It's not even a real person! Besides, the picture doesn't look like me at all. I only chose the picture because, like I said earlier, it fit the title of the blog. In reality, I'm a diminutive Asian girl with glasses and frizzy hair. Not quite the definition of "fetching..."