I don't think I have ever written in my blog three times in a row, but I find it relaxing. With all of this stress, it just seems like my blog is my escape at the moment. This is my way to write, for my notebooks are packed away, meaning my stories are too. I'm trapped in a world with no stories and I'm starting to go insane... oh wait... I'm already insane. Teehee. The point is, I need to write, even if it's about my feelings. Poetry helps me, but the only place to write poetry is through this blog. This is all because of the notebooks, the packed up ones. This is helping me unwind. Yesterday, I worked from early morning to evening and I collapsed. Today, I still started early morning and ended late afternoon. Moving sucks, it's exhausting, time restraining, stressful, and overwhelming. I've moved several times in my life, but those were when I was younger, when moving was easier because I didn't need to do much. Now that I'm nearly sixteen, I'm considered the grown ups doing all the big hard work in the house. It's hard. Really hard to move.
Anyway, so since this is my escape, here is another poem/parody:
Let's get down to business!
To pack up the rooms
Didn't I ask for a summer
Went it went kaboom!
I'm suited for, the time to go
So I'll pack up and get on the move
How can I
move away from you
Anyway, so since this is my escape, here is another poem/parody:
Let's get down to business!
To pack up the rooms
Didn't I ask for a summer
Went it went kaboom!
I'm suited for, the time to go
So I'll pack up and get on the move
How can I
move away from you
I just wanted to continue. I want to continue. This extra add-on is just for me, right now. As I said at the beginning, writing is my stress-reliever, so I'm going to keep on writing. I was talking to my mother about how this was probably the most stressful move we had ever done. I think I figured out why.
I related to building blocks. You know, like the building blocks of knowledge? Well, this is the building blocks of stress. Let's say moving, which is one of the most highest stresses, is five blocks. That's pretty high huh? It is a very hi stress of building blocks. Well, lets rewind back to before the moving part. Wedding is the next highest stress, lets say its three blocks. So we started the summer with three building blocks of stress, than Bryant got his mission call, lets add another building block. Well... when the wedding was over, we were going to tip over those four high building blocks, but before we could, five more building blocks decided to stack on top of them. Now we got an extremely high stress level of building blocks. It built up and those blocks cannot tip over until the stress is officially gone. That is why this move is more stressful, because it's not just the five blocks of moving stress, but the four blocks of the rest of the summers stress. The blocks are overwhelmed with stress.
Anyway, so writing is what I have to do. I'm already feeling better, and maybe it was the spur of a stressful moment that I needed. I've never been stressed that much in my life, but I also have never had moving, a wedding and mission in one summer too. Why is life so hard!?! But it's okay, Friday will come and it will all be over, the stress will be gone and the building blocks will tip over.
So just now, I just thought of a brilliant thing. There are some high nail holes on the walls that we had hung pictures, they needed to be painted over. My mom tried to reach it with her paintbrush, but you have to lean over the staircase railing to reach it, so even with a chair, it was hard to get. So I ran into the garage and snatched one of my arrows from my bow and arrow box. This one didn't have a tip to it, so one end had a hole just big enough for a brush to fit through. So that was my mothers extension to painting those holes. It worked brilliantly.
So that's something positive about today. And just as I thought of one thing positive, I thought of another positive. Today, my friend was making a movie. I got to be in it, but sadly, most of her movie is when I have already moved, so I had to do my parts today. Her older brothers friend was with us and, you know, I didn't seem to have much interest in him, but when then I started to talk to him. I told him about how I write stories and he asked me if I wanted to be an author when I grew up. I responded, "I already am an author, I'm hoping to publish my book this year." He gleamed and asked if it was fantasy. I said yes and instantly he wanted to read it. I didn't even tell him the plot line, he just desperately wanted to read it. I thought it was great with how interested he was in my book. Then later, he asked if I was 16 or seventeen, I responded I was fifteen. He was astonished to find that a 15 year old girl would want to publish a book that young. I was happy to find that he thought I was much older than I really was. Sometimes, I just like to feel older, and he helped with that.
I related to building blocks. You know, like the building blocks of knowledge? Well, this is the building blocks of stress. Let's say moving, which is one of the most highest stresses, is five blocks. That's pretty high huh? It is a very hi stress of building blocks. Well, lets rewind back to before the moving part. Wedding is the next highest stress, lets say its three blocks. So we started the summer with three building blocks of stress, than Bryant got his mission call, lets add another building block. Well... when the wedding was over, we were going to tip over those four high building blocks, but before we could, five more building blocks decided to stack on top of them. Now we got an extremely high stress level of building blocks. It built up and those blocks cannot tip over until the stress is officially gone. That is why this move is more stressful, because it's not just the five blocks of moving stress, but the four blocks of the rest of the summers stress. The blocks are overwhelmed with stress.
Anyway, so writing is what I have to do. I'm already feeling better, and maybe it was the spur of a stressful moment that I needed. I've never been stressed that much in my life, but I also have never had moving, a wedding and mission in one summer too. Why is life so hard!?! But it's okay, Friday will come and it will all be over, the stress will be gone and the building blocks will tip over.
So just now, I just thought of a brilliant thing. There are some high nail holes on the walls that we had hung pictures, they needed to be painted over. My mom tried to reach it with her paintbrush, but you have to lean over the staircase railing to reach it, so even with a chair, it was hard to get. So I ran into the garage and snatched one of my arrows from my bow and arrow box. This one didn't have a tip to it, so one end had a hole just big enough for a brush to fit through. So that was my mothers extension to painting those holes. It worked brilliantly.
So that's something positive about today. And just as I thought of one thing positive, I thought of another positive. Today, my friend was making a movie. I got to be in it, but sadly, most of her movie is when I have already moved, so I had to do my parts today. Her older brothers friend was with us and, you know, I didn't seem to have much interest in him, but when then I started to talk to him. I told him about how I write stories and he asked me if I wanted to be an author when I grew up. I responded, "I already am an author, I'm hoping to publish my book this year." He gleamed and asked if it was fantasy. I said yes and instantly he wanted to read it. I didn't even tell him the plot line, he just desperately wanted to read it. I thought it was great with how interested he was in my book. Then later, he asked if I was 16 or seventeen, I responded I was fifteen. He was astonished to find that a 15 year old girl would want to publish a book that young. I was happy to find that he thought I was much older than I really was. Sometimes, I just like to feel older, and he helped with that.