There's a whole Galaxy of stuff on the right, don't be scared to explore it!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

A Poem I Have Not Yet Named

I want to understand you,

I’d never surrender you,

I want to be with you,

I want the myth of you,

I want you there,

You, who are nowhere,

I want to find you,

I want to love you,

I dream about you,

I want to hold you,

I want you here,

Just be near,

Have I yet seen you?

Do I only dream you?

Will you ever appear?

Will you never be here?

Quench my thirst,

My longing burst,

The loneliness I feel,

Are you even real?

Come and join me,

Do you only toy with me?

Are you outside my mind?

Should I leave you behind?

I can’t help but hope,

But how can I cope?

Won’t you come to me?

Must I wait eternally?


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

A True Story

We wanted to leave at two,
But it was already one--who knew?
We wanted to leave at three,
So tried very hard did we,
But by the time we got out the door,
It was nearly four!

Galaxy ;-)

Friday, November 20, 2009

Friday Fillins #50

It's time for Friday Fillins! To do your own, find the link on my sidebar (or use this one), go to the post, copy and paste and fill in the blanks however you wish.

1. We need to worry less about problems and worry more about fixing them.
2. I saw a sunflower, and it made me smile.
3. If you want to be happy, make the journey the joy, because there will always be a new destination, and you will never stop travelling until the day you die.
4. Never give up; fight, do, BELIEVE... because if we don't, what chance do we have?
5. Massachusetts has a proposed 5% sales tax on elective cosmetic surgery; I think spending thousand of dollars and risking your life to have people chop up your body is a little weird, but whatever makes you happy.
6. Love and those you care for most makes for a happy holiday.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to reading the last in The Companions Quartet(!!!!), tomorrow my plans include playing in our new grass and maybe a bit of The Sims 3, and Sunday, I want to carpe diem ("seize/pluck the day" in Latin... which, by and by, is a language that a lot of really, really, and I mean, REALLY cynical people spoke. I've been reading these quips by some of them, and though a few are kind of cool, a lot of them just crack me up--I mean: "Everyone lives. Not everyone deserves to." "It's better to profit form a horrible example than to be one." "Life is short, but troubles make it longer." "When you have just climbed out of a deep well and are perched on top, you are in the greatest danger of falling in again." "It's stupid to complain about misfortune that is your own fault.".... etc. (which is actually a Latin expression--Et, Cetera, meaning 'And (et) the rest (cetera)')!

Have a great weekend!


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I'M normal

It's everyone else that's weird.

Galaxy ;-)

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Curly! and Cut!

First, this post is a (alert! Alert!) !girly post! so, all you boys who read my blog BEWARE! Also, this post will be in deep contrast to my last one because today I'm chipper and high.

I have always been very, very proud of my near three-foot long hair; I say it's auburn, but it really doesn't have much red in it, so I suppose I am a brunette. Anyhow, my pride for my super-long hair probably comes from when I was a little girl, and I desperately wanted curly, long, blond hair, just like those fairy princesses. It made me so sad to see my straight, dull, short hair every time I looked in the mirror. One day, though, someone said (after I told her about how much I wanted something else) that she thought my hair was pretty. That set me thinking: this is my hair, it's part of who I am, it's how I started. So I can either hate it, or love it. I decided to love it, and take pride in it.

Of course, I never lost all of my fairy princess longings, which is why I grew my hair extra, extra long. It made me different from everyone else (not that homeschooling and being vegan doesn't, but most the people I hang out with are homeschoolers, and what you eat doesn't signify who you are quite like the way you choose to style your hair) and that made me happy. So, as I said in the second paragraph, I am very, very proud of my very long hair.

Why on Earth I decided to cut it, I'll never know... but I'm happy I did.
My hair is a 'normal' length now, and I suppose I don't like that about it, but it's cute, easier to manage and brush, and mom thinks it looks nicer... and I guess I sort of do too. I'll never dye my hair, or at least that's what I say now, but it is fun to curl it now and then, so, today and yesterday, because my hair isn't three feel long anymore, I was able to curl it, and both Mommy and Dad said it was cute! I mean, Mom saying that is awesome, but Dad... it's not like he never compliments me, but when it comes to 'girl stuff' (like hair, clothes, make-up--WHICH I DO NOT WEAR!!!) he's useless. It takes fifteen to twenty minutes for the results I like, but it's not so hard and I kind of like it. Sure, I'll wear it straight most of the time, but while I want to, I think I'll have it curly ;-)

Now for the part you've all been waiting for: The BOY RANT!

How is it I can cut near a foot off my hair, from lower than my waist to just at my chest level and they can't notice? These guys have seen me every week for years to film, play D&D and all sorts of things, yet they can't notice such a drastic change? Mom says she's died her hair from blond to red to bleach white and the guys she's known haven't noticed, and, I think I can see that happening. What is so different about their minds?

Then, I suppose I can't complain, because Daddy's cords and cables will always be a mystery to me. Aw well, I guess boys and girls are just different. And that, if you ask me, is a good thing.
The scary thing was when Brother1 came out of his room after getting dressed saying 'Does this shirt go with these pants?'; it did. And then there was that time he said black 'went with' some other color (can't remember which, sorry, but it did). I guess boys turn out a little... different with two older sisters.

Oh, and on the note of guys and girls: guys can read smaller print, but girls can hear better.

So, there you go! A post about hair, fairy princesses, accepting one's self and the battle of the sexes all in one. Just goes to show you how far my mind can wander.

Galaxy ;-)

Friday, November 13, 2009


When someone you love dies, you'll never get over it. I don't understand all those movies and books about 'moving passed' death... you can accept it, understand it as a fact and irreversible, even live your life, but you'll always have that emptiness, always have that grief.

Some days it's worse than others... some days you'll feel like you are going to be swallowed by a pit of despair and loneliness without the person you've lost. Some days you can almost pretend it never happened; you can almost forget... but it's still there, somewhere inside you.

It's something like if every night you hear the ticking of a clock; at first it's loud and clear, but after days upon days you can tune it out; it's still there though, and you can still hear it.

So you can ignore death, you can live your life and be happy, but you can never 'move passed' the loss of someone you love. They will always be part of you, and you will never forget.


Sunday, November 1, 2009

BOOM!--a Dream Post

I was in our back yard, then this silver, round-edged box fell from the sky. It was very large, around four times the size of a smallish TV. There was a screen on one edge with numbers counting down, but I wasn't fully aware of them. The beeping, however was very prominent.

Then Daddy was next to me, and he said the Chinese had dropped a bomb--the silver box. We just had the bad luck of having the backyard it landed in. Not that that makes a difference.

All the sudden Dad was gone, and it was like he had never been there. I started freaking out... I really didn't want to die; which was kind of surprising, since normally I don't fear death. I guess when you're facing it it's a little different.

So I ran; there's a door in my fence and that's the way I went. I hadn't gone two feet outside it when I remember that Dear Sister was still inside, and how could I possibly leave without her? I turned back, feeling terribly guilty and frightened. And then it was like she had never been there.

I really didn't know what to do... finally, I just curled up in a ball, my face in our grass. So I closed my eyes, my face in soft, green grass and prepared to die. I really thought it was real. It just felt so real. And then...

It stopped ticking.

I would love to end my post like that; it sounds so dramatic and cool. I'd love to tell you how I felt dieing, but I can't--because that's all that happened. It stopped ticking--and nothing happened!

Then I woke up.

I just had to post this because it was so... real. I really thought I was going to die. I was hoping that maybe someone would know what it means. The only thing I can think of is that I'm freaking out about something that is no big deal; making a mountain out of a mole hill... that sort of thing.

It's good to be alive!


Saturday, October 31, 2009

My First Dance

Last Sunday night just me and I went to a homeschool costume dance together (to clear up any false assumptions, I'll tell you now that we're JUST FRIENDS); Dear Sister would have come with us, but she isn't quite old enough yet.

Eventually we had fun... but at first I really didn't know what to do, the music was deafening, I kept tripping on my skirt, we didn't like any of the songs, we weren't allowed to go outside (to ESCAPE the noise and commotion!!!) if we wanted to come back in, and my hair fell out the moment a good song started to play(of course it was BEFORE we remember to get our pictures taken).

So my hair is a bird's nest, I'm feeling nausious from the "dancing" and we're both bored and a little lonely. We decided to get our pictures taken (for five dollars) before my costume got any messier, and we did--the lady was very nice and she said my smile was pretty, which made me feel good, though even now I'm sad about my hair. We still didn't want to go back up (anything to keep away from that noise), and we THEN found the room...

It was light peach and pink, with two cozy chairs and a vanity with a cushioned pink bench. There the music wasn't quite so loud, and even though we weren't allowed to keep the door closed (why, I have no clue), it was still a wonderful escape away from the ruccus.

Anyhow, I got the pins out of my hair, we chatted for a bit, then he went up when he heard a song he liked, while I braided my hair (without a hair-dooly-bopper) and pinned it (with the pins from my old hair-do) to the nape of my neck. It actually looked kind of pretty. I then followed him upstairs, and we had quite a bit more fun after that, going back and forth from dancing and eating grapes (me), oreos and punch (just me).

On our way upstairs we ran into someone who's makeup was done wonderfully to look like a skull. It was terribly frightening. Anyhow, he stopped just me and asked if they knew each other. Just me said...

"Well, I can't really tell..." then gestured to his makeup. I could empathise.

"Oh... yeah..."

Their discussion afterwards was really very, very humorous and I couldn't help but laugh as they speculated as to how they could possibly know one another. Eventually just me acknowledged that they must have seen each other at some point. It ended like this:

"Well, we know each other..."

"We don't know from where..." (just me)

"But we know each other! It was good to see you again!"

"You too!"

Later just me and I discussed who to vote for in the competitions (scariest, best make-up, craziest, prettiest,... and I think the last one was 'most creative'). I didn't vote, but gave advice to him on his choices(later two of the people we voted for actually won! It was pretty cool). I then looked behind me and saw a girl with a cute, short haircut, and I wasn't quite sure what she was dressed up as. I got closer to her, and then I noticed the 'blood' all over her and the bloody gash on her neck.

I talked to her for a little bit, and it turns out we both have the same name! I introduced her to just me and she introduced us to her friends and it got a lot more fun after that, because dances are just more fun with more people.

I entered a dance contest (just by dancing in the circle of people) for 'most original dance move' and did a few double pirouettes and developes because my arthritis was really good that day (of course, after I did that I could hardly move... so maybe it wasn't so good after all. And even that day I couldn't jump... it's been a while since I could jump). I didn't win, but it was fun, and just me and I decided we'd have to choreograph something with a bunch more people for next time.

We went to the room (which I mentally called 'The Escape Room') a couple times, running into the girl who shares my name and her friend and hanging out with them for the rest of the time.

We did the macarana, danced some more, they played Chasing Cars (one of my all time favorite songs!!!) and the Beetles (which just me apparently loves) and had a DJ contest. I requested Because the Night (another of my all time favorite songs), though they didn't have it by the right artist.

I warn you, I probably got the order of many of these events off because that night, when I look back on it, really is quite a blur. During the last 20 minutes of the drive home just me and I wrote the following poem:

The night was dark,
With ne'er a spark,
The wind it tossed and howled,

The birds came down,
Without word,
And the world was silent,

Then came the knight,
Of the white light,
Who called forth the sun,
The sun then said,
Gold and Red,
"At last the world is lightened."

When I got home it turns out my sibling had missed me so much (and had been so bored) that they made me a card! It was lovely, and they even cut out a sunflower and stuck it on the inside! Both Brother1&2 "drew" inside it, and I absolutely loved it! Anyhow, I said goodbye to just me and his mother, went to bed and promptly slept in to an hour I am, quite frankly, too embarrassed to mention.

Go to the top to see some pictures of me before I left (with my hair done-up). I was Cinderella, and just me was a Gambler/High Roller. Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures of him dressed up, or of the girl who shares my name and her friend.

So, boring at first, but later lodes of fun!

Happy Halloween!


P.S. This is a nice follow-up to my pathetically short posts, eh?

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Be It

Close your eyes,
Now you see it;
Find it,
Love it,
Be it.

So find your dream, and make it happen.


Capturing Santa--BETTER QUALITY!

Just what everyone has been waiting for--Capturing Santa in better quality!!! (see this post)

I now have a youtube account (after quite a while of considering it) and I was able to post this there. I'll be known as 'SheWhoShines' there since someone else stole 'Galaxy'. I know, it's not fair(here's where I pout).

Anyhow, here's the link to my under-construction-account... I'm still trying to figure youtube out, so it won't be very good until later, if even then. I'm not sure if I should call my 'channel' "Where Light Falls" or "Happy Thoughts"... you know what, I'll make a poll! If you have any better ideas please comment on this post!


Tuesday, October 27, 2009

One Week

I simply adore this song! It's sooooooo cute! Anyhow, I randomly decided to make a music video for it using the Sims 2, and here is the product of my labor! I've made (and posted) two other Sims music videos, and here are the links to them. Tell me which of the three you like best!

Hey Baby
Do You Sleep?

Galaxy ;-)

A Short Burst of Glory

I won't say it again, because I'm sure I must have mentioned that I love a good rain storm somewhereinthisblog(, hehe). So, you can only imagine my glee when I was sitting on my favorite reading chair earlier today and heard the wondrous sound of pounding drops. It was really nice just sitting there and listening... it could only have been better if I was sitting on a padded bay window and it was nighttime--with lots of wind! Unfortunately, the rain passed fairly quickly... I was terribly disappointed.

Wow. This would be a pathetically short post if I ended it here, wouldn't it? Er... let me think of more nonsense to randomly jabber...

I guess I'll settle for a 'Coming Soon!' rant: I have to write a post on a dance I went to, I'm going to add another "Everyone Loves ____!" post after I get a few more posts up, and I may or may not post another sims music video.

Here's are some links to two others I made that are kind of cool:

Hey Baby
Do You Sleep?

Anyhow, I guess that's it. Wow. This did turn out to be a pathetically short post after all.

Oh well!

Galaxy ;-)

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Capturing Santa

Hi everyone!

This is a movie I made with Dear Sister and a friend of ours (just me) almost a year ago. We were just fooling around, but with a lot of editing (and I mean a lot) it's actually kind of cute. Tell me what you think!

I'm sorry about the terrible quality, but it was too big to post otherwise. The writing says:

In Collaboration with Paradox Productionz...

Fantastic Films Not-Quite-So-Proudly Presents...

Capturing Santa

In the part where it goes black, you see me reading a book and then Dear Sister's head popping up behind me. It's easier to see in better quality, but still dark.

Hope you like it, never-the-less!


Friday, October 23, 2009

Friday Fillins #49

Hi everyone! It's time for Friday Fillins! If you'd like to do your own, use this link, or find the one on my sidebar. Copy and past the latest post, and fill in the blanks!

1. The crickets sing, but the frogs sound exactly the same. Only LOUDER.
2. Smile randomly, wherever you are.
3. I want to get far away from the the chaos of the world now and then... somehow, still, it's worth it to stick around.
4. A country where a 14-year-old girl can become an author, dance ballet, act in a play and get started in exactly the career and the life that she wants to live... this was a dream. What dreams do we have now? You can make them come true.
5. But as for me, I am truly blessed.
6. My home of 11 years is where I come from, and I'm glad to call it my own.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to making sweetpotato pudding (once the sweetpotatoes are done), tomorrow my plans include helping with the boys while Mommy and Daddy lay some sod, and Sunday, I want to go to a dance! I'm so excited!

Have a great weekend, everybody!


Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Everyone Loves Icecream

See: Pizza, Smoothies


Friday, October 16, 2009

Friday Fillins #48

Hi everyone--it's time for Friday Fillins! If you'd like to do your own, go to this link (or use the one on my side-bar), copy the latest post and fill in the blanks.

1. So are we going to try?
2. A good dream is what I see now, a true and great reality is what's up ahead--what I may create.
3. I love to make people smile... sometimes it's as simple as smiling myself.
4. I am a optimist, of some sort.
5. I walk a long, lovely path that I wouldn't trade for any other.
6. Happiness is the true elixir of life--no matter how long you may live, life isn't worth living without it!
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to SLEEPING--I am super tired, tomorrow my plans include perhaps finishing building an awning outside (or at least watching Brother1&2 while my parents do so), and Sunday, I want to do something fun!

Have a wonderful weekend!



I started writing another book that had to do with a harp, so I looked up 'harp' on youtube to see how it sounded. Now I'm obsessed with them. They're just so... so pure, clear, lovely... it sounds like so many instruments, so whole... Here are some of my favorite youtube videos I've found having to do with harps:

I just love how the harpists' fingers look like they're dancing... I love how their hands move like a ballerina's. I love how each string echoes eerily, lovely, magically... This is the first instrument I have heard to rival the violin--to me, at least. I love it.

Unfortunately, harps are really expensive, and where are you supposed to find someone to teach you? I probably wouldn't stick with it anyways. Look what happened with piano (of course, my instructor did die, so I suppose it wasn't entirely my fault).


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Happy Blogoversary to Me!

Ladies and gents, I've now been officially blogging for two years! That's something, isn't it?


Saturday, October 10, 2009

What D&D Character am I?

I Am A: Lawful Good Human Ranger (1st Level)

Ability Scores:

Strength-15 (+2)

Dexterity-14 (+2)

Constitution-12 (+1)

Intelligence-15 (+2)

Wisdom-12 (+1)

Charisma-18 (+4)

Lawful Good A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment because it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest.

Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.

Rangers are skilled stalkers and hunters who make their home in the woods. Their martial skill is nearly the equal of the fighter, but they lack the latter's dedication to the craft of fighting. Instead, the ranger focuses his skills and training on a specific enemy a type of creature he bears a vengeful grudge against and hunts above all others. Rangers often accept the role of protector, aiding those who live in or travel through the woods. His skills allow him to move quietly and stick to the shadows, especially in natural settings, and he also has special knowledge of certain types of creatures. Finally, an experienced ranger has such a tie to nature that he can actually draw on natural power to cast divine spells, much as a druid does, and like a druid he is often accompanied by animal companions. A ranger's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that he can cast.

Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)

Not so bad, eh?


Friday, October 9, 2009

Friday Fillins #47

If you want to do your own Friday Fillins, use this link or the one on my side-bar, then copy and paste the latest post and fill in the blanks!

1. Sweet dreams, little ones.
2. Life is wonderful; especially for me.
3. Silliness is an essential part of life.
4. Fun, dress up, family... this Halloween.
5. Outstanding or not, you should try your best.
6. More sweetpotato pudding (or watermelon) is what I want right now!
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to seeing Daddy, tomorrow my plans include nothing in particular and Sunday, I want to hang out with my visiting family!

Have a great weekend!


Friday, October 2, 2009

Sweet Potato Pudding

Everyone in my family loves sweetpotatoes (id est, Dear Sister, Brother1 and Mommy), or is at least indifferent to them (id est, Daddy and Brother2)... except me. I gag on sweetpotatoes and I can't--literally, for some strange reason I can't--choke down more than a few bites. Don't ask me why; I don't get it myself...

...and that's why it's so ironic that out of this whole family of sweetpotato lovers no one loves sweetpotato pudding half as much as I do. So that's why you must try it (just to warn you, if you eat a lot of sugar on a regular basis than this will not be as good to you as it is to me, but if you haven't had something too sweet in a while you will love this). The best part is that this is good for you, as sweetpotatoes are actually some of the best possible things that you could eat, so you can have it as much and as often as you like!

I've written how we make it here:

  1. 1 large or two small-ish sweetpotatoes (I cannot stress enough how imperative it is to have SWEETPOTATOES and NOT yams. Yams are orange on the inside, sweetpotatoes are more off-white; trust me, this will NOT turn out good if you use yams).
  2. 6-8 pieces of pineapple; more or less to taste
  3. 1/4 cup orange juice (I'd start with a little less and add more or less to taste)
  4. 2 handfuls of walnuts


  1. Cook the sweetpotatoes by placing them in an oven at 350 degrees for one hour. Check on them then by poking them with a fork; if they aren't a near pudding-like texture leave them in longer. Sometimes they can take two or more hours to finish. Once you've cooked them just peel off the skin; it should be easy if you've baked them long enough.
  2. Place the sweetpotato, pineapple, orange juice and walnuts in a blender. Blend it all together for 30-ish seconds, stop, and then stir. Repeat this until the pudding looks white-ish and is creamy.
  3. Taste and add more of anything you think it needs more of; it's near impossible to get it just right.
  4. Bon appetite!


Honestly, this stuff is divine!--and this is from someone who hates sweetpotatoes!


Friday Fillins #46

Well, it's been a while, but I feel like doing them again. To do your own Friday Fillins, go to this sight on Friday, copy and paste the last post and fill in the blanks. There's also a link on my sidebar (the blue bar on the side of my blog...?) if for some reason you want to use it.

1. I have a history of talking. And talking. And talking.
2. More about prehistory is something I wish I knew.
3. I'm eating (or recently ate) what is probably going to be my last watermelon for the year. It's tragic.
4. I like to read, listen to music, and think on the road.
5. "So that's it, that's how this bit of math works!" I've been thinking that a lot recently.
6. Being extremely sad and then being extremely happy is better than feeling nothing!
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to having the house clean(note that the 'cleaning the house' part of that wasn't mentioned), tomorrow my plans include hanging out with Daddy, and Sunday, I want to see Grandma Janie and Grandpa Ken!

Have a great weekend everybody!


Tuesday, September 29, 2009

My Birthday, 09

I wanted to post this in September, but now I'm realizing that I'm running out of time, so here's the gist of it RIGHT NOW:

  1. Over View: This year I decided not to have a party or anything; just hang out with my family and the like. We tidied up the house a bit the day before, and Nana came over for a while to visit. It was fun.
  2. Cake: For cake I had sweetpotato pudding (made with sweetpotatoes, pineapple, orange juice and walnuts blended together) on a yummy nut crust (more of a 'pie', I suppose) with candles that spelled 'Happy Birthday!' and one musical one that played the tune. It was wonderful! For other yummy things I also had my heart's content of watermelon, along with a chocolate (or was it carob...?) pudding that was more than divine. All in all, the food was wonderful.
  3. Movies: I spent quite a bit of time trying to pick out the movies I wanted to watch, but eventually I chose A Knight's Tale. Mom and Dad had previously watched it, and I enjoyed it very much. It was really, really sweet at this one point... but he so should have ended up with the blacksmith! That other girl was LAME!
  4. Board Game: Nana took the boys outside and the rest of the fam and I played a Sherlock Holmes board game. It was loads of fun, and, for once, Mommy didn't win (she always gets those games of deduction); Daddy did. I'm pretty sure she had the answer; he just beat her back to the 'start' space.
  5. Presents: Originally I wasn't going to have presents this year, but it ended up a little differently. A couple days before my birthday my parents gave me an old computer they had put together themselves a long time ago, the day directly before they gave me the AWESOMEST keyboard ever as well as a nice mouse, and ON my birthday I got a notebook, a USB port, special headphones for my MP3 player, and Dear Sister gave me a bookmark that she had made herself--a pretty blue gem on a blue string with nice beads.
  6. SUNFLOWERS: As I may or may not have mentioned, Sunflowers are my favorite flowers ever. It's nearly impossible to be upset when Sunflowers are in the room, and they make me so, so happy! I'll post more about them later, but you get the gist. Anyhow, when I was at Costco I saw this great big beautiful bouquet, and Dear Sister bought it for me on the spot so I could have it for my day! It made me so happy, but they died a little more quickly than I would have hoped... oh well, they were more than wonderful while they lasted.

All in all I had an absolutely wonderful birthday, hanging out with family and watching TV and just plain goofing around. This all took place September 7th, 2009, when I turned exactly 14 years old.

Happy birthday, Galaxy!


Sunday, September 27, 2009

K.o.D.: tRN

K.o.D.: t.R.N.

Can anyone guess what this stands for...? Anyone...?

You guessed it! Kings of Darkness: The Reining Night; a book I' writing about a girl named May Petersen who appears in the magical land of Glorsifil. I've said so many times that 'it's almost done', or that 'it WILL be finished this month', or 'it WILL be finished this year' or SOMETHING along those lines, but now at last I'm going to tell the truth:

It will be finished before Christmas for sure, and if we're lucky sometime in October! I'm just waiting for a friend of mine--one of the people I play D&D with--to finish going over it (so if you're reading this, just me, PLEASE HURRY!) and draw a map of Glorsifil (the mythical country I made up for my book to take place in). Then all I have to do is listen to his constructive criticism and fix what I feel like, then read it with my parents, and finally GET IT PUBLISHED! HOORAY!

There's this site called CreateSpace that will allow me to self-publish it for very little money, and I've been researching it for a long time and it seems awesome. I'm really, really excited about getting my book 'out there', and if you care an inkling for the poor girl who has RA known as Galaxy you'll buy a copy! (Please...?)

Time to get started on K.o.D.: a.G.o.L.*!

Galaxy ;-)

*Kings of Darkness: A Glimmer of Light, the second book in my Kings of Darkness cycle.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Good thing you didn't get your hopes up

I've waited a while to post it, but sadly, I'm not better. It hurts worse sometimes, better others, but right now I'm not doing so good, and I know that until we try something else I'm going to stay this way. I wish I could bring good news, but it seems like I can't. I still refuse to write it out, so I'm just going to say...

...I still have RA.


Wednesday, September 23, 2009


I guess I'm a day or so late, but oh well!

I love fall! All the pretty leaves and those wonderful apples (the leaves especially)... I love the cool crisp air, I love the icy nights and I love Halloween and Thanksgiving! I don't look forwards to the season, but when it's here I can't help but smile. Summer has been, and I'm pretty sure always will be, my favorite season since you can swim but I love each and everyone.

So yay for fall!

Another happy thing is that my grandparents (father's side) are visiting soon, so I'm very, very excited! I'm flooded with all this online schoolwork, and I want to get the bulk of it done before they come, so cross your fingers for me!

Anyhow, here's my post for the next while. I'll try to write soon!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Sick and Tired

Well, I'm getting over my cold, but it's left me very, very weak and tired. It's funny, isn't it, how often people say 'I'm sick and tired'? Well, now I can say it quite literally.

Anyhow, I started an online school and it's actually kind of fun. I have fun writing the essays and reports, but there sure are a lot of them. The cool thing about this program is that after a year of doing it I can go to college for two years FREE (books included!). That really excites me, as I'd like to get the whole business over and done with ASAP. It's also nice because I can stay home and spend time with my family, if I have questions I can get them answered, and it's more of a one-on-one thing than school is, so I can get more out of it. I've never been to school, and I never want to, but this is kind of fun...I just have to finish this unit for all my courses (psychology, English 1, Algebra 1--my favorite!--, world history, and Latin--which I haven't gotten yet) by the end of September. I'm hoping I can do it!

I guess that's the scoop for now... I'm trying to post more often for unknown reasons, so all those people who enjoy reading my blog (being who...?) MAY be getting a treat.

Thanks for reading!


Friday, September 18, 2009

Don't get your hopes up

Dear Reader,

If you read my blog regularly then you will know I have RA (look on the sidebar for the full name. I don't feel like spelling it; I never want to read or write those words again), a disease that makes my joints swell and has taken away almost everything I love (e.g. ballet and acting).

I've had this for over a year now (happy anniversary, eh?) and... well, I've forgotten what it feels like to feel no pain.

It feels great.

My knees! They aren't swollen underneath the kneecaps anymore! They aren't! My thumb joint is smaller than my father's, smaller even than my mother's! And the 'balls' of my hands, right by the pointer finger, are almost normal!

My ankles still hurt... I suppose I currently have an 'Achille's Heel'... but the main point is: I think I'm getting better... I hope, I pray, I beg and plead that I am becoming well.

What is making me feel better? Well, I haven't had any type of fruit for a week and a half and I haven't had sugar in much, much longer. I've been trying to eat as healthy as possible so I can get well and I think.... I hope it's making me better.

Right now, just so you all know, I have the beginnings of a cold. My brothers, Mother, and Sister have had/are having it, so I should have known it was only a matter of time, but I was really hoping I wouldn't get it. Aw well. Anyhow, I'm hoping it won't be too bad.

But back to the subject at hand... I feel better. My knees feel better. Maybe... just maybe my life will be back to normal in the summer, and this is a tale I can tell my grandchildren.

But right now, everyone reading this, please wish me well, and hope with me.


Sunday, September 13, 2009

Happy Birthday, Brother 1!

Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Brother1...
Happy birthday...
To you!

It's Brother1's birthday! He's so happy! I wrote a book called Tish the Fish Who Wanted a Wish and Dear Sister illustrated it, and we're both giving it to him today. I can't wait to see if he likes it!

Maybe I'll post more later, but now I have to get back to my brother.


Thursday, September 3, 2009

I'm OLD!--a Birthday Post

On September 7th, 2009 I am turning 14 years old. Including today, that's four days from now. Four Days.

Honestly, I can't believe it! I'd always thought 14 was so old... But now... I'm 14 (almost). It's odd; things seem so old until you turn them. Until you're actually getting old, of course. It's kind of silly, really.

There was this one thing I read somewhere, I'm not exactly sure where, but it was a definition of make-up, which I don't wear, but I thought it was silly:

Something worn by young girls to look older and by old girls to look younger.

This is the sort of thing my mind does. Wander. I make all these connections. Like I just went from my birthday to make-up in the same post... how did that happen? Normally I go farther.

What am I doing that special day? Well, I guess I'm not really doing anything besides whatever I want. I'm going to hang out, watch movies (I'm going to need to pick some out soon, now that I think about it...), go somewhere if I feel like it, play board games (if the boys--2 and 5--will allow), play sims, type stories... that sort of thing. I don't think I'm going to throw a party this time; maybe next.

Oh my! Next year I'm going to be 15!!!!!!!

Galaxy ;-)

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Raise the Veil

Well, I seem to be writing a lot of poetry of late. Here's another I wrote entitled Raise the Veil. I hope you like it!

Raise the Veil
Throbbing pain,
Is like a veil,
Slowly it will ruin me,
I must let the pain prevail,

Burning pain,
Filling my soul,
So much pain
I lose control

Forever pain,
Is taking me,
Closing my eyes—
It won’t let me see

Angry pain,
Won’t let me go,
So much pain,
You’ll never know,

Aching pain,
That holds me tight,
Throbbing my hands,
And blurring sight,

Endless pain,
Hot and cruel,
My enslaver,
That fiery fuel,

Pain with movement,
Locks my dreams,
Keeps them away,
By darker means,

Monstrous pain,
Eating at me,
Holding me captive,
It won’t set me free

All my pain
Is like a veil
I shall not let,
The pain prevail,
I will not let it,
Take my dreams
I will stop it,
By whatever means

And it will be there,
Hot and cruel,
But I will gain,
My own control,

I will not let it,
Ruin me,

Now raise the veil—
And let me see!

Thanks for reading! Please, please, please, please, please comment!


Monday, August 3, 2009

Bless This Final Day--a Tribute to Anne Boleyn

Hi! It's Galaxy again after an age-long posting break... I'm just not as into blogging as I used to be. Anyways, the reason I'm posting is because I'm obsessed with a certain woman from history called Anne Boleyn.
I'm facinated with her, and I think she was a good person who led a very tragic life from the information I have. I've been searching for a book about her, recently found one (The Lady in the Tower) and decided to write a poem about her sad tale. It's nothing epic, but here, read it and see what you think. Please, please, please comment your opinion!

Bless This Final Day
A Tribute to Anne Boleyn

There was a day,
I loved a man,
Gentle and Kind,
There was a day,
The man loved me,
And swore to be mine,

There was a day,
When Jealous Man,
Took mine away,
There was a day,
When Jealous Man,
Dearest love did He say,

There was a day,
When I was strong,
Before He led me astray,
There was a day,
Before hope was gone,
That I turned Him away,

“Pray find another, if you can,
Leave alone now loveless Anne.”

Accurse that blasted day.

There was a day,
Where I did run,
Away from Court and King,
To country home,
To be alone,
From the Man who so hunts me,

There was a day,
That He held fast,
I was now a newfound task,
And as hard as I would try and plea,
He would not turn from me,

There was a day,
When I gave way,
As He led me astray,
There was a day,
Before hope was gone,
That I accepted His love-say

“Pray, stay, if you can,
Stay with e’er faithful Anne…”

Accurse that blasted day.

There was a day,
When I was His,
But my own love,
I could not give,
There was a day,
I was with He,
For the love He promised me,

There was a day,
When He grew bored,
With the maid I was,
There was a day,
He turned away,
From the one He once dreamed of,

There was a day,
When I was wise,
After He led me astray,
My mind could not wrap around,
That the reason He once could love me,
Then not, could not be found,

“Pray explain, if you can,
Why betray your faithful Anne?”

Accurse that blasted day.

There was a day in my great fury,
I screamed atop my lungs,
There was a day,
When Faithless Man,
Knew he was done,

There was a day,
When Faithless Man,
Found another bride,
There was a day,
When his adultery,
He did no longer hide,

There was a day,
When I could fight,
I tried to win Him out,
There was a day,
He locked me away,
And I could do ought but shout,

“Pray, tell me, if you can,
Why leave your faithful Anne?”

Accurse that blasted day.

There was a day,
That Faithless Man,
Locked me in the Dark,
There was a day,
When I would think,
Of the man who first took my heart…

“Pray, forgive me, if you can,
You still have love from stolen Anne.”

Now is the day,
At last, today,
Of my own last breath,
All I ask is to remember my life,
And pray for my swift death.

Pray for me, if you can,
Pray for your doomed Anne…

Bless this, my final day.

Thanks for reading!


Wednesday, June 3, 2009

A very sad story

Mommy took me to a resale store recently to see if they'd take any of our toys/clothes. We also looked around a bit.
It took me about thirty seconds to find this beautiful pink dress. It looked like something someone would wear in the 'Vanessa in the Garden' age (for those of you who watched Amazing Stories. If you didn't, the time was about 1800's). It was light pink and lacy, and it seemed like a fairy princess' gown.

Of course I tried it on.

It was so, so, so lovely... but the zipper, that darn zipper, just wouldn't zip! I've never considered myself skinny (Rosi is the tiny one in my family), but I've always been slim and it was rather surprising when I couldn't get that stupid zipper up my ribs! I still looked at myself in the mirror, though, and then I realized it was even more beautiful than I thought... the sleeves, instead of staying on my shoulders, draped down to my elbows... I looked so beautiful! I sucked, I pulled, I held my breath, I called Mommy in to pull at it... but it just wouldn't fit.

I almost cried!

Galaxy ;-)

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Now I'm finally posting after and eon-long brake... really, I don't know why I haven't been... mainly, I suppose, because the 'magic' from blogging has disappeared, and this has almost become a chore.

And I'm awfully lazy.

Even more so with this terrible arthritis problem (and I haven't gotten better yet... ay-ay-ay, it's almost been a year now!).

But the other thing is that I'm terribly tidy. If a drawer isn't closed all the way, it drives me crazy. If the fringes on the carpet aren't smoothly facing one direction, I have to fix it, otherwise I sit (twitching) as I go absolutely mad. But I'm too lazy to get up for the most part, unless I happen to notice it when I'm already up.

That's another thing about me. I hate getting up, but when I already am standing I don't mind going somewhere or doing something as much, if at all. And I hate getting things set up. Like if all the sudden I appeared in front of the computer ready to type a post with my hands on the keyboard, I'd have hundreds (depending, of course, on how often this odd apparition occurred). If I appeared sitting in front of the piano, I'd practice. If I appeared with the Latin book by me and Dear Sister actually ready to practice (like that's ever gonna happen) I'd do it...
It's the getting up and going to the computer, the walking all the way to the piano, finding the Latin book and getting Rose to co-operate that I find hard. I guess that's why I never really succeeded when I tried Violin... I love the sound of it, and I think it's beautiful, and besides of the discomfort, I enjoy playing it... but tightening the horse hair and rosining the bow, tuning the strings and attaching the shoulder rest was just too much. I'm odd that way.

On a different topic, I really miss performing. I want to dance for people. I want to hear people applaud, and I want to make them laugh and cry. I want to become another person again... someone different, and I want to make people believe it. But I can't, because I can barely move throughout the day. I need to remember to take my Naproxum(sp?) Sodium (the medication that lessons the pain--it doesn't make it disappear).
It may seem odd that someone so lazy as I could want to dance and sing and perform, but that's different. Loosing myself in, moving to and singing with music (especially in front of others) has always been a part of me, and I miss that. I miss standing on my toes. And I miss plays. I miss being able to stand up in front of hundreds of people in the Youth Plays and making them think I'm someone else.

But I shouldn't dwell on the past, those are things I can't have now, and can't do any longer. Maybe, maybe some day I can perform for a crowd, or dance for the world again, but now I can't, and what really matters is that I did once. I lived my dream, if only so long ago. I had it, so I should merely be happy for that and not long for it. How many people get to live their dream at all, let alone before they're even a teenager?

I should think about Kings of Darkness: the Reining Night. Which will be done in June. WILL (I hope):

I've been editing it for a while now and have almost finished my first go-over. Dear Sister is reading it so I can get her opinion, and I plan to show it to a friend of mine who is drawing the map for me as soon as it's done.

Mainly, I can't wait to show my parents.

Who don't even like that genre.

But they'll read it anyway.

So, I guess that's all I really have to say... there were a couple other things I wanted to mention, but this post is getting way too long and I want to finish it before I go to D&D, which will be really soon.

So be expecting at least a couple more posts coming soon, and maybe I'll be posting more often now. It sure was nice to vent all this.

All my adoration to my dear readers,


Saturday, April 25, 2009

The Bells

I've always thought I loved poetry. I enjoy writing it, and I had a vision of it in my mind, but when I read some poems from a book called A Little Treasury of Favorite Poems I started to think that maybe I didn't... Until I came by The Bells, by Edgar A. Poe. It's not meaningful, or anything, but it's absolutely cute and rolls of the tongue and tinkles and shines and I absolutely loved it, even though it's a little silly. I thought I'd post it... oh, and if you do try to read it, read it out loud, since it's so much more enjoyable that way.

Hear the sledges with the bells,--
Silver bells--
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells,
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Hear the mellow wedding-bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight
From the molten, golden notes!
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats,
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats,
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously well!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

Hear the alarum bells--
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expolstumlation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping hire, hire, hire,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now--now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon,
Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale of their terror tells
Of despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of bells--
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

Hear the tolling of the bells--
Iron bells--
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats,
Is a groan:
And the people--ah, the people--
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone--
They neither man nor woman--
They are neither brute nor human--
They are Ghouls!
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls a paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And and dances and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells,
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells, --
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, --
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I have an announcement to make...

As you know, if you are a regular reader of my blog, for over a year (maybe even two, I'm not sure) I've been working on a book called 'King of Darkness: The Reigning Night'. Well, today, April 17th, 2009, I have finished my first draft of the book.
At first I was just typing... I'd made a pact with myself that I would finish this book soon, right after I got this one adventure out of the way. But there was this sentence, this one sentence that one of my characters said that I just didn't know where to go from from there. It was so complete, I didn't know what to type next, even though I had a vague idea of what I wanted to happen. And it was then I told Mommy about it, and she asked what the sentence was (and no, I'm not going to tell you what it is (and no, it's not that great, I'm just all excited about it because the first draft is done, it really isn't that fabulous)--you'll just have to BUY THE BOOK, MWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!), and she said,
"Why don't you just end it there?"
And it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I could just end it there! That one sentence, that one sentence could be the last I'll ever type in that story! I just started screaming and I tell you, if I didn't have arthritis I would have jumped and danced. Instead I just rung my hands... oh, thank you god.
Of course, it's not done done, I've just finished my first draft, and I've got a lot of editing to do. I also wanted to get a map drawn of Glorsifil (the mythical continent I made up for this all to take place in) and illustrations done, but after that... We even found a place where I can publish it all, and if everything goes well, I might actually get it done before Christmas, just like I wanted! I'm so happy!
The funny thing is, once this is all done and over with, I'm going to start working on Kings of Darkness: A Glimmer of Light (the next book in the series) immediately. And the cycle will start all over...

Anyways, I'm just so so happy I had to post!



P.S. I do plan to post about Easter, but I'll probably be working on K.o.D. for a while, and I'm going over to Nana's house for the weekend, so don't expect it too soon.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Some Silly Cartoons

Brother1 asked me to draw some cartoon-like things because we had been playing this game called 'Pajama Sam' and it had things like that, so I complied. I felt like posting the drawings--for no reason in particular--so here they are!
This is Mr. Brock Lai. He's a broccoli, for those of you who don't know.

This is Collette Ussri. She's a bunch of lettuce. This is Cookie Brigton. She's a Chocolate Chip Cookie.This is Ms. Chiquita Bana. She's a Banana.

The next bit is done sort of like a comic strip... Brother1 helped me with it, and it's sort of lame, but it was fun to do and I'd like to look back on it years in the future:

This is the un-named Pencil Wizard. If you have any suggestions (for his name), PLEASE comment them!

This is Mr. Cliff. He's a hanger (like a 'cliff hanger'...? Get it...?).

Brother1 drew this one. He's Mr. Pizza, and he's a pizza.

Well, there you go! Just some silly things Brother1 and I doodled at the beginning of spring... speaking of spring, I'm so happy that it's finally here! After Spring comes Summer! I love Summer!

Happy Spring and happy Doodling!