Day 24 Eggs I can’t Peel

    I realize the title doesn’t make sense, but i’m just staying in one of those places where as long as something sounds philosophical, it’s accepted. Really the title came from this little egg sitting next to me in a glass cup that is holding onto it’s shell like you most likely do to your internet connection.

  I’m beginning to believe that I’m the only person here that uses the computer, at least that I’ve seen. I mean sure, there are other teenagers like the girl I mentioned yesterday named Anna. She’s a little crazy let me tell you, but considering my mind, she’ pretty cool. Then this morning I noticed a rather attractive boy at breakfast.

  nothing draws Inn guests like french toast and sausages, there are ALOT more people here than i would have suspected. The seemed to pour from the vintage patterned walls. i’m not going to lie, last night I feared for my life.

  Let me tell you what happened….

  So, usually in the mornings I go for a quick two-mile-or-so run around 8:30 (or whenever I drag myself out of bed XD). But today, we’re going to visit my “uncle” Waldo (dad’s college drinking buddy who plays bad-ass pranks), so i would have to go a little earlier.

  I took this into account last night and hit the hay around 9:30. I was still awake an hour later, edging on 10:30 when everything had gone deathly still, save for the “creatures of the night” outdoors.

  Laying in my doll house-esque four poster, I rolled over on the scratchy sheets and closed my eyes. From outside, a dog began to bark and a car crunched down the gravel road. I soon heard a door stam and heavy footsteps tromp down the hall…my hall.

  I lay perfectly still, worried that the man (i assumed from the thunderous footsteps) was about to slam open our door. he didn’t come in with an axe as I was imagining, but instead slammed his way into the room across the hall.

  Once my heart slowed to normal speed, I rolled over and tried to go to sleep, but there was really no hope.

   Advice time you guys, when you’re staying in a hotel, alwaysalwayslock your door. You’ve got to remmeber that it’s not just your or your familie’s house and that there are indeed some people out there that may not be… stable shall we say.

   Bringing earmuffs or earplugs is also advisable, seeing as people roam the halls at night coming back from wherever they have been during the day. Hotels do have security cameras and such, so there isn’t TOO much need to worry though, just be careful you guys.

   Well, I’ll give you an update from the doll house soon, good luck guys!

*note; there has been no paranormal activity yet, but i’m on the look out ;) 

Day 23 If you’re reading this come save me

   Traveling, staying in hotels, a vacation, sounds fun right? Not when your mother is psycho and forces you to stay in a “bed and breakfast” that used to be a girl’s prepitory school. To her, quaint and charming, to me, the sort of place that is patrolled by the ghosts of students long past. (as I typed that the whole room got quiet and a faint breeze blew through the porch…)

   The place is quaint and homely, so it either feels like you’re the safest you’ve ever been or the most in danger. Dolls and old clocks line the walls and lamps with lace shades perch ominously in the corner. The walls are swathed in old photographs of the students and the keepers of this strange dungeon.

   The whole thing feels a bit like a Nancy drew mystery setting, so in the fashion of the young detective, I decided to do somesnoopingexploring. The grounds are quiet, save for the stoic grounds keepers maintaining the lawn. There is evidence of other guests, an abandoned copy of today’s paper on a chair and the faint rattle of shower water from upstairs, but I have yet to encounter them.

   In fact the only people I’ve met are a kindly old woman who runs the place and a secretive old man who told me off for traveling down the hall labeled actors. Who are the actors? A sign on the wall advertises a “broadway show” every Sunday, but it’s now Thursday…?

   Actually, I just met another guest who seemed very lost, I was tempted to tell her to run, but then the keepers arrived and I had to vanish. I’m typing this on a public computer on the bottom floor of the main inn building (did I mention my family was staying in the “outhouse” portion?) . It took seven attempts to even open my tumblr and now I’m beginnning to fear that what i’m writing may be tapped. Come to think of it, as soon as I logged on, a man’s voice goes;

   “I heard a little girl, where is she? Where did she go?”

   Scary as fuck right? There are two composition notebooks on a shelf above me, old and crumbling, but they seem to be the diary of a little girl who went to school here.

   A label reads “do not touch”, but I think I might just borrow them and figure out what the hell is going on in this Twilight zone. If you think i’m kidding, this is ligitimate, a little place called the “Sea point inn” down on the cape.

   I found another teenager! i’m going to introduce myself!

   In terms of advice… never go to a bed iand breakfast…. it might be haunted

Day 22 The triumps and fails of one ms Roniley Lloscrid

    I am currently tasting victory, along with a (no so) healty healping of red velvet cake. Today was my last day of DYWC and I must say it was beautiful, but it didn’t exactly start out that way…

    This morning I completely overslept and had to run around my room in a panic ultimatley pulling on a pink camesole, knee socks, converse, shorts and a “love for japan” tee. Not my best outfit ever and my BBB (the infamous big blue bra) was nearly hanging out of my severe V-neck, but by the Ke$ha definition at least, I was dressed.

  My dad, surely secretly judging my outfit, hustled me into the car and we were off. Traffic was hell, but finally I arrived at camp. (My parents think it starts an hour earlier than it does, but that’s another story) so as usual, I spent my morning chilling on the harsh marble steps watching AmazingPhhil and Danisnotonfire on my itouch until finally people began showing up.

   the morning proceeded pretty much as usual, despite an activity in which we had to write about what we remembered from camp. I reminiced about bat-man (of course), ”the king’s speech” method, and lighting my laptop on fire…. I’m going to have to tell the story aren’t I…? We’ll make this quick:

    so basically, I was writing a chase scene on my laptop sitting at the counter. My mother ever-so-brilliantly had lit a candle right in front of me and I was so into my story that I didn’t notice the smell of burning plastic wafting up from my computer.

   After beating the lid with a wet sponge for a few minutes and screaming “WHOLLY GOD I AM GOING TO BURN MY HOUSE DOWN!!!! MY COMPUTER FILES! SPONGE SPONGE SPONGE SPONGE!!!!!!!!!!!” I was okay. It still works as you can probably see so yay :) 

    Anyway, we had our final action adventure class in which many heros and many villians perished nobel deaths. (Personally i had my character fall off of a building surronded by several of his own reflections, thunder rolling in overhead… poetic I know ;P)

    after that came lunch in the cafiteria that I think must have been placed there by god. I first got my pasta and salad, placing it ever-so-delicatly on the table…. but then came my drink.

   I am constantly in the pursuit of the “perfect beverage”. My current winning concoction is bangs root beer, mellow yellow, coke (straight up, none of that pussy “diet stuff) and blue/red power aide. Try it, it’s magic! OH that’s the promo contest of the day: What should I call the drink/ what is ur favorite concoction?

   Anyway, some smart ass had replaced the mountian dew with club soda. CLUB SODA THE AUDACITY! So I was taking the tainted bevergae back to my table when suddenly, a bag popped out of nowhere and I tripped, dumping the mixture onto the lap of a girl next to me.

    I think I must have said sorry two million times and cleaned it up…. but of course the girl was still pissed, seeing as she appeared to have pissed herself (see what I did there). Yeah, I couldn’t move seats and so my entire lunch was spent awkwardly trying to avoid the chick who looked like she was about to start breathing fire….

   after that, things got infinantly better, thank god. In my next class I got a flying review of Lion Boy, a short sci-fi story written for the class. (Should I post it here?)

   Then it came, reader’s forum, where twenty brave souls stand and bear their hearts to the 100+ others gathered in the auditorium. I’ve figure out how to tell by now if someone really likes your piece. Clapping means nothing, they’re simply acknowledging your existence, but if they “woo”, oh that is the shining golden moment of any young writers forum experence.

    I tend to mumble and talk very fast from nerves when I’m up there, so i usually get maybe one “woo” from my friends, but today oh-ho today was the gold star on my review sheet. I read a poem called “the final forum”. It wouldn’t make much sense to a noncamper, but I got up there and spoke with confidence.

    When I was done, I shit you not, the audience rose to their feet and cheered, CHEERED for me! I almost cried, it was one of those moments that means nothing to anyone else, but make you feel like a chocolate fountian, warm and bubbling over with pure joy.

     The rest of my friends went, one girl bearing her soul to another friend of mine, in one poem expressing her love, coming out, crying about her rejection and scaring the shit out of my friend Kat by saying: “Sometimes I want to brush the hair from your face as you slept.”

     It was scary and I felt bad for her, but at the same time terrified. I’m not talking  about her sexuality byt the way, I’m all for same-sex marriage and all that (what’s wrong with it?) no, in any sexuality, her speech would have been EXTREMELY NOT OKAY. Talking about lusting over someone while they sleep…….. not okay.

     Anyway, the rest of the day passed (to this point) without much else of note, except for the fact that I got to design a magazine cover!!!!!!!!! (ZOMG)

    But now we have reached ADVICE TIME DA DA DA DA DUN DA DA DA DA DUN! I need a theme song for that…. Anyway, we have three topics to cover today. Firstly, doing something to someone like spilling a drink in their lap or shoving a lunch try in their face unintentionally SUCKS. But here’s the thing, even if they’re steaming mad, only say sorry once or twice, don’t go:

“sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry”

   This will only serve to annoy the person furthure. Offer to help them clean up or buy them a new shirt then REMOVE YOURSELF FROM THE SITUATION! The LAST thing you want to do is fuck up further and make it worse. after proper cleaning measures have been taken, leave, go sit somewhere else or take your lunch outside.

   if you have to sit near that person, don’t poke the bull, just conceptrait on your food and keep your head DOWN.

    secondly, public peaking, scary as hell. First things first, speakslowlyI cannot stress this enough. You don’t want to be that kid:

   “heranthroughthecourtyardandscreamedHIYAHandranawayfromtherapist thank you”

   I have been that kid… it sucks. Also, word on pronuciation, if you have an accent, this is especially important. Try reading your speech or poem or whatever to a friend first so they can give you an opinion before you publically fumble.

   Finally, if you have something important to say to someone or to do something important like coming out, do it privatly. You are talking to that person andthatperson alone.

    Find a private time to tell them in a private place. Home is preferable, or a quiet caffee. Whatever you do, don’t drag other people in, it will just make them feel uncomfortable. They’re not who you need to talk to and you need to remember that.

    Anyway, i have to go, speaking in front of 400 hundred people SCARY AS FUCK HOPE I DON’T ACCIDENTALLY CUSS!

   Good luck guys!

risqueduchess:

When you’re all alone in the world but your friends are all happy with their boyfriends

I had to guys, this is my favorite movie!

to all young writers, read it!

If you support gay marriage reblog this. If you’re on the homophobic side, keep scrolling.

(Source: heatherskelter3, via louis-chanel-princess)

Day 21 Overly attached “girlfriend”

I’m at young writers camp. That’s why I’m back, well part of the reason anyway. I love writing my advice collum, but over the summer, it would most likely be “how to avoid getting sunburnt” and “What to do when you light your laptop on fire” (I’ll get to that), so I figured you guys might lose interest.

That’s no excuse of course, I could have written movie reviews or book reviews or any of that, but I didn’t, because I was lazy. Feel free to yell at me… -_- JK IT’S SUMMER BITCHES, FREE TIME!

Yeah, free time has basically been me sitting at my computer playing “Win a Virtual date with Taylor Lautner.”…Funny thing is that I’m not even a twi-hard. (Am I the only one who thinks that sounds like a weird 3-way boner… just me? I may have just killed someone’s twilight dreams… Mwahaha)

ANYWAY, onto the story of the day. As I stated beforehand, I am at Duke’s Young Writer’s camp. It’s alot better than I had expected, pretty much like thinking you’re going to public school, then showing up at Hogwarts. There are 50+ campers here and everyone (for the most part) is a kick-ass writer and they sell candy, so it’s pretty much my heaven.

I sorta integrated myself into a group of friends that is as follows:

Kat- Pretty much the most popular “lower” camper. She’s overly dramatic and funny as hell without trying. everyone wants to be her friend despite the fact that half of them are convinced she has terrets due to the fact she screams “EMPENATAS” every twenty minutes or so.

Maggie- Whom I’ve only just met, but seems incrediably cool. She’s a fantastic writer (go figure) and wears fedoras a majority of the time, therefore, pretty cool.

Juliette (Julie)- She’s rather quiet despite being a black-belt in karate. She’s been rather moody lately which I believe is due to the fact that Gregor, the object of her affections, has developed a crush on Maggie. I’m not really sure what side I’m going to take in that respect.The other thing about Juile is that she’s almost in the group, but not quite, so she’s always struggling for attention. (I know how she feels *see post no. 1)

Mark- He’s a cute guy with a voice deeper than Batman’s that I have developed a minor crush on. He’s hilarious in a (almost said “funny kind of way” go figure) mature way that is uncommon amoung kids our age. He looks a little like a kid from school, whom I might have mentioned, you know, the one who smells my hair all the time? With a square jaw and shaggy hair, he’s a strange kind of attractive, but I like it.

OI YOU QUIT READING MY POST (the girl sitting next to me is staring) YES I FUCKING SEE YOU! FOLLOW THE BLOG IF YOU’RE THAT BLOODY INTERESTED!

Sorry about that, moving on.

Gregor- a 5’ 7” hunk of mucle with blonde hair and the affections of the entire camp, unbeknowst to him. He’s nice, but kinda reserved around me, I think I may have scaredd him the first day of camp, what with the slight crush that I have LONG since gotten over. Anyway, he’s ill-informed about how to act around girls and is openinly flirting with the ones he doesn’t like-like and giving his crush the cold shoulder. (boy readers, if you exist, take that as a lesson)

That about sums up the people of importance for this story. Anyway, today we were all in the auditorium, an enormous room with 200 hundred chairs facing a tiny stage. For some reason, the lights overhead sound like a million mosquitos which scares the shit out of me. I actually wore bug spray one day out of the sheer terror of being bitten. (not a fan of bugs…)

Our “action-adventure” writing instructor had us fighting with “swords” (wooden dowels, due to insurence issues) to truely understand the sheer terror of being attacked and how easily one runs out of energy in battle.

Having previous training in fencing and swishplay, I felt well prepared for what we were doing, so I partnered up with Kat who also had some experience in these matters. We choreographed a fight in which we ran upstairs, leaped off balconies and stabbed each other in the heart. (which by the way, seems a much greater insurance concern than bladed weapons…)

We were taking a break when Julie sauntered over, which would have been fine, if she had not SAT IN MY LAP. That isn’t to say that people don’t sit in my lap on occasion. I’m taller and curvier, so I have a naturally “sittable” waist… if that makes sense. I just don’t know Julie all that well and SHE DIDN’T ASK.

It was just sort of, “Hey Ronnie how’s it *SIT going?”

Me: *le mouth open in shock*

I don’t know, it was just sort of awkward… Anyway, after that we all headed to lunch in the food court-like cafeteria of multi-cultural cuisine dreams.

So, usually after lunch, we head down to “the commons” and buy candy or soda from the store and watch a little sponge bob or whatever the TV has on. Today we got down there and crashed with the other twenty or so campers eating, talking, making out and playing paparazzi. Three of us leapt onto the couch and Kat crashed in a chair next to us.

Julie, poor sweet Julie, DID IT AGAIN. This time though, she sat in Kat’s lap. Kat scrunched her brow and scooted over so that both girls were sharing the chair meant for a single butt. It was awkward for everyone and eventually Kat pulled me into the bathroom to give me the “What the hell?” Face.

The day continued with many “head-on-shoulder” and “lap-sitting” cringes. I know her awkwardness was due to the fact that she just wanted to be a part of the group, but the whole thing was super awkward.  

          Advice time, guys, this is a big one, you’ll note that I was a tad more serious about this one and that’s because I’ve been through the same thing as Julie. To state it shortly, last year, earlier in the school year, my two best friends found a new group of people to hang out with and because I  couldn’t hang out after school, I kind of lost touch with them. I felt so alone when I would get calls or hear stories about all the fun they were having. Even worse was when I didn’t get calls or talk to anyone. It’s a suckish situation to be in and it seems like the only applicable solution is to hang out with your desired friends all the time.

That is defiantly not the route to go. Following them around twenty four seven will just annoy them and cause them to edge you out of the group even more. What you need to do is let them have space, but not forget about you. Don’t sit next to them every second or demand everyone’s attention all the time. Let other people have a swing at bat and when you come up to the plate, take your turn, then step down.

In explanation of my random baseball analogy ( I don’t know where that came from guys…) when you’re given attention, use it well, make a joke or an intelligent comment to make them interested in you. Afterward though, listen to others and just be part of the group, patience is key, and if they like you enough, you’ll find yourself getting more and more time up at bat. (quick note, don’t make the people you want to impress leave their group of friends to be with just you, it will only annoy them, not create the bonding time you crave)

On the flipside, if someone is bugging you in this fashion, keep in mind that it is probably because they really, really want to be your friend. They’re taking the phrase “desperate times call for desperate measures” to heart. Julie literally offered to throw away Kat’s trash yesterday, I kid you not.

That’s not to say that you should roll over and pull them into the group with bear hugs and sloppy kisses. If they’re annoying you, let them know, it’ll only hurt them more later when they don’t have friends to speak of. Also, if someone is doing this, reflect and see if you’ve been neglecting this person recently. If so, try to remedy this, bring them along and draw them into conversations, if you can.

Well… good luck guys! :3  

hey guys….

I know, I know, I’ve been neglecting you, not posting anything in a month. All the angrey anons have really let me have it -_-… but I’m back :3 So expect more posts coming soon!

I lost today’s post, I’m so sorry guys. Uggh, two friggen hours down the drain, I’ll try to retype it later…