Still Alive!

Yes, despite what my blog seems to communicate, I am not dead! I've just been busy with day-to-day life. Nothing new or important has gone on except that I've really been into listening to music lately. I've always loved it, but this week...it seems to resonate much deeper.

So yeah. Maybe something interesting will actually happen sometime soon. I'm such a boring blogger.

Update

I haven't updated here much recently. However, a little bit has been going on. My mom is getting sick. She worries me with how hard she works. Also I can't fish with my dad anymore, since the fish drive me crazy. Lastly, I am very excited for an ice skating show that I am in next weekend! Because we have had to cut down on a lot, I have not been taking regular lessons. Thus, I made this program all by myself. I cannot wait to see how the audience recieves it. If it is enjoyable enough, I will be asked to skate for a fundraiser. I think that would be good.

Until later, have a nice week!

Memories

Well, Happy new year! I'm glad it's time to move on to a new one...last year held many surprises for me. I hope yours is splendid!

On an entirely unrelated topic, I was just thinking about my friend Raven a few hours ago. Her name is Raven Wayne, and I met her about 4 years ago at a fundraiser for the dolphins and other sealife that live around here. She was building a sandcastle for the kid's contest all by herself, unlike the 100 other kids that had shown up. all of them had partners, except for me and her. Instead of building, I ended up sitting at the end of a dock, where I let my feet dangle while I transformed a few drops of ocean water. It was nice.

Then I heard voices below me and decided to check it out. A girl not too much older than I was building a sandcastle by herself, but with the company of a beautiful German shephard. She was getting scolded by an old man because he disliked her lack of social interaction. Apparently she became extremely quiet and reserved when her close friend, Garfield, wasn't around. And it also turns out that old man was Alfred, her butler.

It also turned out that I built a sandcastle with her and in the process we became friends. We've stayed in touch all these years, but I've been longing to see her again. I really hope she'll be in town sometime soon...

Odd One Out

I've always knew I was a little different, you know. I had this weird connection with water, and then I started 'hearing' the fish (although never words...just...sounds. With feelings. It's very confusing and scary). But over the last couple of weeks I've started to notice that I'm pretty strong, too. I'm stronger than my mom, and just a little more than my dad. Isn't that a little....strange? But ever since I've started noticing it, I've also improved fairly drastically in figure skating...a large part of me wants to go ahead and bother my parents with it, but the rest loves the fact that I'm finally out-doing my 'rival' at the rink. Maybe I'm just overthinking and all the extra working out I've done lately is just a part of 'super' strength.

I hope.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas! A day late.

Yesterday was a ton of fun despite the fact that we didn't do too much! As usual, I woke up around seven thirty and kind of layed in bed for awhile, trying to stay warm and to soak it all in. Another Christmas. Another year has passed in what seems the blink of an eye...It's a funny thing how the older you get, the faster time goes. Anyway. So after about fifteen minutes of laying there, I finally forced myself out of the bed with the prospect of a good day, complete with warm cinnamon rolls and gifts.

It was nearly eight when I made my way to the living room. It's a small room, with a small tree, but the atmosphere with the Christmas lights and the veiled surprises under the tree made me all giddy as if I were five again.

Fortunately, my parents woke up at that time and the three of us went to work in the kitchen to make some scrambled eggs and icing for the cinnamon rolls that my mom had cooked the night before. Breakfast was really good, but of course I enjoyed most the opening of gifts...

I hadn't been looking forward to it, really. I wasn't expecting anything, either, since we had been low on money lately. But when I woke up and saw the presents, I couldn't help myself. It wasn't much, but I really enjoyed what I got. My parents know me so well! I got a new pair of skateguards to protect my ice skates (I'm a figure skater <3) and a few odds and ends that I love. A new shirt, for instance.

The day wrapped up very uneventful after that. The usual lunch/dinner, but we didn't really go all out. Just a nice little ham and some sweet potatoe casserole. I love that stuff!

Just another day in my life. Nothing too eventful :)

Trying New Things

So today I decided I wanted to make a blog.

I need a place to talk. Even if it's just to the internet--not even real people. A place to share my secrets to people who can't tell them to anyone else. Anyway.

I've always had this weird fascination and obsession with water. I'm always happiest when it rains or when I'm swimming. Originally I thought it was just because I've grown up around water--I mean, my dad is a fisherman afterall, and we've lived on houseboats my whole life.

But then things got weird. Gradually, I found myself slightly able to control water. At my will, I could bend it a bit. I could make it go a little ways in any direction I imagined. I was a little surprised at this, but kept it a secret. My little secret. Slowly, water started becoming almost a best friend. As I grew older, I found myself more and more dependant on it. It seemed after awhile that I always needed to be around water, as if it was becoming a lifeline. My loving parents laughed and joked that growing up a fisherman had caused my love of water. But I think I know otherwise.

By the time I was ten, I could make little balls of water and carry them around. I could also create short, weak currents in the ocean. I used this talent to help my dad catch more fish. He was old and tired, and I felt bad for him. I wanted to help. He had grown up in England, but when I was six the fishing started getting bad so we packed up a few months later and found ourselves in America. The fishing was great there. I really enjoyed how happy we all were. It was a relief to see my father smiling so often. But as luck would have it, the fish started disappearing here, too. I was ten when it started making an impact. The first thing I noticed was that my strong parents had stopped joking as often. Next, I noticed that our house boat became unkept. The once-cheerful paint had begun to fade and peel, and the floors and doors began to squeak.

Of course I wanted to do whatever I could, so I tried to help him catch more fish. For a couple of months, it helped. It was a happy day in our house when we had enough money to repaint the outside and we had a Thanksgiving-worthy feast with some close family friends.

Then the next week, I started hearing a sort of ring in my ears. It was weak, but it bothered me. Afraid that I'd started getting another ear infection (like the ones I used to get so often as a young, water-loving child), I kept it a secret, too. They didn't need something else to worry about. However, my ears never hurt--the sounds just got louder as the weeks passed by. Before long, I could distinguish the sounds as words--even though they didn't remotely sound like words at all. It was as if I had suddenly started picking up a new language. While this intrigued me, I didn't have too much time to think about it. It was one day when I was helping my dad catch a few extra fish that it hit me. When the fish were being pulled out of the water, I could feel their agony. I could hear them crying out. This hurt me so hard that I just started crying. Was I really hurting them? What had I been doing all these months?

I stopped using my water tricks, and I probably laughed a little too much because I was trying to cover up my frustration. Eventually, I couldnt' stay away, but I was careful. I wouldn't hurt a living thing ever again.

Anyway, so to this day, my 13th Christmas eve, I've been getting better at controlling water. Many times it's wild and untame, but that's part of my love for it. It's got a mind of its own. I've never told anyone any of this--I'm too scared it will mess something up. And I don't know what's going to happen next. Will another strange talent surface? To be honest, I'm pretty scared one will. Yet it interests me...maybe it could be something useful?

Well, it's lunch time. Hopefully this blog won't become another of those one-post blogs that becomes forgotten and unloved. I want this blog to be a diary. A well worn book, in essence. A close friend.