A confusing sundry of feelings and thoughts that I can post on my blog because its mine

I'm really referring to the frightful weather outside... It is really putting a damper on my mood.

Even though I was born in the late fall- November baby- I'm a summer pixie. Cold weather does not suit me well- and while I do love Christmas- who doesn't love Christmas???- I would rather be in Florida on the 25th of December, eating fresh pinapple and opening a few gifts.

This season is a busy one- and its a season of tears for me typically- missing the heat, and coping with the anxious drama that teenagers love to bring at this time of year.

Oh well- this too shall pass, no?

Although the troubles seem so much bigger during the Holidays, I found today that so many people reach out to me when I need it during this time: friends, bloggers, family... all when I need them most.

Kelloggs has a new sibling- a baby brother named Frosty- and they get along fine- tend to fight over dinner, but they are playful young tigers :)

And lastly: It has been a while since I have blogged... days slipped by and this website sat untouched. I have neglected it and quite a few friend's blogs. I apologize sincerely from the bottom of my heart and will do my utmost to get back in the habit of reading and replying to all of you.

Merry Christmas!!!!!!

Desperate housewives

What I saw today just reminded me of this show- it was truly one of the funniest things I've witnessed for a while.

Mayden was doing her shopping, and I was watching her- I'm still in the Amazon, but I have my ways. Mwahaha. She was just walking through the isles, collecting what she needed on a tighter budget than usual (there ain't nobody in this world who knows how to strike a deal like Mayden). She came to the end of an isle, and looked up to see to women, about her age, talking. Well, more like one was just talking to the other... I'm not sure the other woman was given much of a chance to say more than three words.

The one speaking was short, and loud. heh- as a pixie, I get that. However, I'm nothing like this woman.

She was obviously talking about her husband and some kind of medication he was taking. She talked slowly, loudly, and with the best valley girl voice I have ever heard in my life.

The woman could not have been younger than thirty five, and she was speaking like a fifteen year old girl.

"Well, he totally did not like that, so now we have to like, totally put him on something like, new. So we are gonna like, try this new thing for a while, and see if this one is like, any better."

Oh I wish I could have taped it! Even the way she said it was perfect. But that wasn't all.

The look on Mayden's face was such a 'Shiva' look- it kinda said: "You mere mortals disgust me with your stereotypical behavior. I am not pleased."

It may have been one of those things you had to be there to truly appreciate, but seeing it all was so damn funny to me I was almost in tears.

People wonder why I'm different- this should tell you. I don't believe I have ever seen someone act like that before- well, seriously anyway.

This was the kind of person I look at and am almost positive that the life they live is very much routine- nothing different, keeping up with the styles, and living what most consider 'ordinary', just like a desperate housewife.

How boring.

I'm coming back to NC in a few days time- cutting my stay at home to a shorter amount of time than I would like, but lets face it. NC isn't NC without Da Pixie.

Aiight- I'm out for now. Kelloggs wants some pampering... he's as bad as a house cat- he owns me, and he knows it!

Ummm... hormones?

The reason I write that as the title is not because I'm emotionally unbalanced- well not most of the time. I have had my breakdowns before. :P

But because I've heard horror stories about what hormones can do to your personality. It seems they can change your personality- either for the better or worse.

Now, my personality is about as complex as the human anatomy. I hold so many opposites in my personality- not differences, complete opposites.

I can be extremely cool, and I have a very passionate spirit. I'm bubbly and spunky most of the time, but I'm a huge drama queen when the feeling compels me to be.

I don't trust people without knowing them a while, and at the same time I forgive anyone easily. A friend of mine said I grew up much to quickly, and would lose a lot because of that- but I know how to live in the moment, and enjoy it.

This was a great deal of the reason I wrote Pop-princess Alley-Cat. I'm very thankful to say I'm not distressed a fraction as much as the tone of the poem. In fact, I'm not really distressed at all. I just never know how to define my personality. Well, besides being fiery. That ones pretty obvious when you talk to me. That and opinionated.

I guess I've always blamed my 'everything' personality on my parents- because they are opposites. But how often do they each pass so many personality traits to their kid?

All in all, I most certainly take after Shiva- but Bace has left his traits in me.

I usually find it a good thing to have this combination though. It helps me make better choices when I'm faced with them, and I can see both sides in a situation.

I fell rather ill last night- must have eaten a bad plant or something in the rainforest... bleh.

I'm 70% percent better today, and Kelloggs watched over me with big, scared eyes. I love my Kelloggs. <3

Maybe in time my personality will become more defined... or maybe I was just born to be an 'everything' person.

Aiight, now I'm gonna go feed Kelloggs and see if the other pixies can come out to play!

-Pix

Shrouded in the Storm

I am so good with titles, if I do say so myself. Never had a title I didn't like!

When we were at the beach this past week (again) Mayden, or Shiva as she is now better known - yes, I do refer to my dear mother as the Indian Goddess of Destruction- and I went to go see Julie and Julia, along with my grandmother.

It was an adorable movie, completely worth buying, and the best part was of course the main characters' names.

In short, I loved it.

During the movie, we heard the most unbelievable thunder. I swear, the storms at the East Coast are louder than bombs. They are beautiful, but the fact remains if you take that thunder and the constant streaks of lightning, it will indeed start to sound and look like World War II.

The best- and most frightening- part was the drive home. The streets were flooded with up to three feet of water, and Shiva was telling my brother and I sternly that we most never drive in such weather, even though she herself was plowing through the building waters.

One poor woman- very young, no more than 25- was stuck in her Hybrid. Of course, driving in something so low to the ground in that much water is pathetically stupid, but I won't judge- she was stuck in the water, her car was ruined and would need about a three thousand dollar repair, and she was crying her heart out.

I felt terrible for her, but she did have help. A marine who was up to his thighs in water was talking to her, and I was pretty sure they would get her un-stuck.

Doesn't fix the whole three thousand dollar repair problem.....

After that, we only hit one more bad spot. Oddly enough, even though there was less water I would say it was much worse. Shiva's car started to slide, and I felt my heart jump when the car started to slip out of her all-powerful grip.

She did get it back under control, and quickly enough too, but not without leaving me bug eyed for a while.

We finally returned safely home- and the storm rambled on. It was thrilling to listen to- terrifying and beautiful, exciting and unpredictable.

Now, I'm home. Back in the rainforest. I'll be here for a while, two weeks maybe, and then I have to return to Mayden/Shiva/mama's house. It should be a good two weeks! Kelloggs and I are going on a vacation to recover from our vacation, so you can expect to find us just chilling and laying low for a few days.

Sorry I was gone so long- but Da Pixie, is BACK.

A Fairy Tale Week

Ya know those wonderful days where everything seems to just go right? The kind of day that is always so stereotypical and never happens?I had a week of those completely perfect days.
For the first time in ages it feels like I finally slept in. And, when I did get up, I washed my face and put on my make-up, and did my hair. I sparkled, in my own expert opinion. :P

Not long after I had finished sparkling myself, Josh, my wondiferous friend and I went on a walk. We walked to a pretty lil peer, that looked out over a silver ocean. It was so cloudy, and the earth shrouded itself in a soft gray coat, making everything look gentle. We continued to walk, and Josh found a secret path in the thick trees. Normally, a small Pixie like myself will not explore these mysterious treasures alone. But with my adventurous friend, we set off into the thicket.

The secret opening became a tunneled out path, surrounded by the trees that enclosed its rooftop, and everywhere we looked we saw nought but the faintest light and emerald green.
And the sounds! Water had poured in masses from the skies all day, so as the rain collected and fell from the trees leaves, the sound of trickling water and falling droplets were to be heard everywhere.

We walked along the small dirt path for a while, until light started to brighten through the trees. The two of us raced into the light, eager as ever for the adventure that awaited us. It opened, to my delight and surprise, to another marina, and a neighborhood.

Josh and I were dying to explore the neighborhood, and find out where exactly we were, but we knew my dearest Granny was going to be expecting us home soon.So, vowing to come back we dove back from the depths in which came.

As we walked the fairy tale lane back to our house, a small bee decided it liked Josh's hair, and proceeded to stick its fat butt on the back of his head.I, being the good friend that I am, smacked it out of his hair. This bee was determined though, and kept coming back. It kinda pissed us off.
As we left the area, the bee fell behind. In honor of this bee, we decided to name our secret path, Beeberry Lane.

This path will probably become a story I'll tell my kids some day.

That is a far way off.

Anyway, this was the beginning of my fairy tale week. I guess the next thing I'll skip to is the Hula- dancing.

Ya know, they make it look easy with Snitch on Disney Channel. It really was hard to quickly remember which way you were supposed to walk and the hand motions. However, the Hawaiian woman who was teaching us was so graceful, and she was a wonderful teacher. I don't think I've ever met someone as sweet as she was.And that is saying something, because I know some really sweet people.

The first song was about a Hawaiian tradition, called a Hukilou. (No, I don't have any idea how to really spell that.) It was about how when someone would see that the fish were out that day, everyone in the village would get big nets and cast them out together, and go back to there houses. Later that evening they would go back and check the nets, and if they were loaded with fish, the villagers would all come back, and the entire village would cook the fish and have a party.

After being taught and re-taught the motions, we started to tell the story of the Hokilou with our hands. Even without the lyrics, I think I would've been able ton figure the story out by myself, the motions made it very clear.

The second dance we learned was the dance step most people think of when they think Hula. It was the swaying left and right, and doing that graceful hand motion left and right. This one told less of a story, but I had so much fun learning the both of them.

We danced the night away.

Well, not really. We weren't up that late, its just a lot of fun to write. :P
The next day, we convinced Anna to come with us to Beeberry Lane. Tim could not make it, sadly. When Anna came, we explored much more, seeing the houses and funny little creeks, and even a turtle. Anna spotted the turtle, which she was quite proud of herself for. We moved the tiny turtle out of the street, and nearer to the stream. He was really cute. ^^

We named several creeks and hidden spots. I think Beeberry Lane was my favorite of all the names though. The name sung fairy tale as much as my week did,and it still brings a smile to my face.

Days passed, and many laughs came to the four of us the entire week. It was honestly the best week of my life. I love my friends, and greatly value the time that I get to spend with them, so a week that was as perfect as this was a God given treat. I love you Tim, Josh, and Anna!!!!!

I meant for this post to come weeks earlier than now, but sadly, I got very distracted and it never got finished. That's also why I was able to put more into the first section, and everything else kinda slimmed down.... Oops...

Gone Tomorrow

If I were gone tomorrow,

you would never know,

the feelings deep inside me,
the just continue to grow.

And if I were gone tomorrow,

you would never see

how much I really love you,

and how dear you are to me.

If I were gone tomorrow,

just flat out disappear,

would you mourn me for a day

or grieve over me for a year?

If I were gone tomorrow,

left without a trace,

would you be my Sherlock Holmes

and jump at the missing case?

If I were gone tomorrow,

because I chose another as a mate

would you realize you loved me,

and woe you were too late?

If I were gone tomorrow,

and returned in a year or two

would things between us feel awkward,

and I'd lose what I have with you?

But I won't be gone tomorrow,

and these answers time will tell

and I can't say how lucky I am

to have a friend I love so well.

Close Encounters of the Scariest Kind

Today I had a rather terrifying experience, of which the effects have not completely worn off. I had meant for my next blog post to be a happier one, but unfortunately, the words for a happy tale are simply not there.

Now, I suppose to start I should say I'm a fairly young teenager, and apparently to the rest of the world I don't look it. I'm blonde, tall, and as crazy as they come, with blue-ish eyes and dark eyebrows.

Now on with the story.

Today, my brother was getting a new pair of flip flops at a rather large mall. While he and my grandmother went into a Belks for the shoes, my two friends and I went into the Barnes and Noble to wait for them to return.

I immediately split from the group. I wanted to look for a particular book in the romance section that I had picked up the last time I was there, and headed in that direction.

However, before I could make it to the Romance section, I found myself caught in fiction.

While I stood in the row of books, I picked up a few randomly and just fished through the interesting ones. Minding my own business, lost in my world of books.

I heard a female employee coming into my row, and looked up to see her guiding a male to a certain section.

I did not like this male.

He was tall, dressed from head to toe in black clothing, and in his left hand held a black biker helmet. His face was smug, and the charisma around him was thick and dangerous.

Since he was coming through my row, I did what I would do with anyone else, stepped back to give him room to walk, and said politely "excuse me".

He looked at me from my head, drifted his eyes down me to my feet, and back up again. He gave me a smug smile, and continued down the row.

Now, I am not by any means 'flat'. I ain't outstandingly beautiful, but I ain't flat.

I'd seen that look before anyway, but it didn't send chills up my spine the way it did now. I looked in the direction he was going, and immediately turned the opposite way.

I figured it was probably some grungy guy who took up eye candy and wouldn't bother me.

I think differently now.

No matter where I walked, I kept seeing him again. He would just show up in front of me, walk past me, or take an indirect path that would get to me.

Out of fear, and lack of a plan, my immediate reaction was to hide in the open and crowded children's section.

I ran there as quietly as I possibly could, and hid for quite a few minutes. Then, I couldn't see him. I guessed the shark had let the fish slip away, and so I went to find my friends.

But the moment I exited the safety of the children's section, the shark was hungry again, and in pursuit. This time, I was deliberately followed down a row of books, and I ran towards the center of the store.

As I ran to the center, I glanced the cover of a particular book - Close Encounters of The Sexiest Kind, which, changing the word "sexiest" to "scariest" well fit my situation and added to my fear.

The middle of the store was, of course, crowded with people and gleaming with broad daylight, so for the moment I felt safe.

I made my way to the music section, because it was cut off from the actual book store. Standing in the music department, you really couldn't see the book store.

The separation and the thought of blinding my dirty shark waved a small amount of relief on me.

I stayed in the music section until I saw my friends, coming into the center of the book store, the only part I could really see well.

I ran to them, and stuck to them like glue. Not that they could save me when it really boiled down to it, but every little bit helps, and there is safety in numbers.


When I finally returned to my mother's loving arms later that evening, I melt into a puddle and cried. It was one of the scariest things I've ever been through in my entire life.

The relief of being home is washing over me as I speak. I've been gone for an entire week, up at the beach. It was a wonderful week, but now I was ready to come home- home to people who loved me and wouldn't hurt me for the world and could save me from scary people.

Alright, I'm very tired now. BLAH. Today wasn't great, tomorrow will be better, and I thank my two friends for staying with me and probably being the reason I'm alive. Love ya'll!