In my last blog entry, I discussed my travel goals for the summer. The very first place I mentioned was The Great Escape (honestly, for all I talk about them, they should be paying me). I said I had a 70% chance of going there.
Now it's 100%.
So how did it happen? How did I get what I want?
After I finished writing, I realized that if I wanted any of these things to happen, I had to MAKE them happen. I couldn't just rely on luck and chance. I had to make my luck. I had to take the chance. Sounds cheesy, doesn't it?
So I called my sister. I wanted to talk to her about this idea. Or at least talk about the idea of discussing this idea in the future. She didn't pick up. OK, no big deal. I went back to blogging.
The next day she called me, and asked what I wanted. It took me a minute to remember, but then I broached the subject. She was picking a weekend in July. We discussed ticket prices. She told me she can get a discount. All that was left was finding a ride. Her car can only fit five people, the exact number of herself, her partners, and kids. Sadie and I would need to find another vehicle.
Then Laura had a brilliant idea. She would pay for the admission of whichever of my friends was willing to drive Sadie and I up to Lake George. I posted the offer on Facebook, and my sister Cele took us up on it. I talked to Cele last night, and once Laura tells us when, it'll happen.
Sadie and I are excited. She went to The Great Escape when she was two, but I imagine she can't remember too much. She wants to go on rides with her cousin, and her Mama Cat (yours truly), and I want to go on thrill rides with my sisters, and make happy memories with her.
It's going to take some more planning to pull this off. It's going to take coffee, and maybe some xanax. Yeah, going to GE on a weekend is going to require me to take extra care of my anxiety. It'll be better than it has been, because honestly, Sadie will keep me grounded. And I can't get my expectations too high. If I do that, I am bound to be disappointed. Sadie being happy is going to be the most important thing.
Also I hope no one pukes on me.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Places I Wanna Be This Summer
Summer is one of the best times to go on a road trip. Read my blog, and over half the content is about various summer road trips I've taken.
There's lots of places to go in summer. Amusement parks, powwows and museums. Some people go to concerts, others want to go camping. When the weather warms up, and the sun comes out, fun shit starts to happen.
So here's the list of fun shit I want to do, why I want to do it, and how likely it is to happen:
1. The Great Escape and Splashwater Kingdom, Lake George, NY
Readers of my blog know how much I love this park. I've been going since I was 10, and have made a lot of memories at this place. Some good, and some bad.
This year, I want to make new memories, by going on a trip with my daughter, sister and her kids. My sister and I can ride some roller coasters, and I can take Sadie on the carousel and buy her cotton candy. It's been five years since I went and they have some rides I haven't tried.
How likely is it that I go? I have about a 70% chance. Money isn't much of a problem this summer, Arthur has a good job, and is willing to spoil me and Sadie a little. And I can always find good deals on tickets. Getting there is another bag of chips. Arthur and I don't have a car, and I can't drive anyway. There's always the possibility of convincing a parent to take us to NY, or having my sister and her men come get us. This is something that could be pulled off with careful and solid planning.
2. Water Country-
I'm not sure where it is, but I know it's in New Hampshire. Water Country is a water park, and despite everyone knowing the song from their ads, no one seems to have actually been there. But I've always wanted to go. Riding water slides and floating down lazy rivers is worth the yeast infection you'll catch from walking around in a wet bathing suit all day.
How likely is it that I go? Not very. No one knows where it is, and it's hard finding people willing to go. Oh you get people who SAY they wanna go, but you never get past the planning stage. Thankfully the temptation won't be too strong this year. Without cable, I don't have to hear that catchy jingle.
3. The Shelburne Museum, Shelburne, VT-
I've been coming to this large, multi-building museum for as long as I can remember. The Shelburne showcases folk art and New England history. Stroll along the grounds, there's various buildings from the past 350 years. There's even a steam-powered paddle boat that once graced Lake Champlain. One of the best places in VT, the Shelburne is worth the money and the trip. This summer or fall I would love to go with my family, either a large group, or just me, the boyfriend and kid. Sadie will like the carousel, and I'll get to share a special place with people I love.
How likely am I to get there? About 90% likely. Arthur is willing to get a weekend off for this, and we've discussed where we'd stay and how we'd get there. Just gotta pick a day, and find a way.
4. The Beach-
I don't care which beach I go to, as long as it has good waves. Hampton is a nice one to go to, and there's one in Lynn that I had a nice time at. The beach is intoxicating. Hot sun, scorching sand and cool water. You can ride the waves for hours.
My sister Cele and I do have intentions of taking my daughter to the beach. It will be her first time visiting the ocean.
How likely is this going to happen? Again, about 90%. Arthur wants to go see Slayer, and while he's doing that, Sadie and I get to have a Girl's Day with my sister. A trip to the beach is one of the many things we thought of doing on this day. We have the money. All we need is the ride down.
5. Canobie Lake Park, Salem NH-
I went to this amusement park for the first time in 2012, with my sister, Cele. It's a great place, inexpensive, free parking and a good variety of rides, restaurants and activities. I had a great time there, and in the three years since I've gone, they've gotten some rides I'm dying to try.
It's not too likely that I go. About a 30% chance, depending mostly on luck. I gotta find someone willing to go, and a way there.
6. Story Land, Glen NH-
I've never been here, but it seems like a fun place to take Sadie while she's still little. We have a very low chance of going. I've only mentioned it twice, with little reaction.
7. The Montshire Museum of Science, Norwich VT-
We went last year, and had a blast. Admission is cheap, and if we can find a ride, we have an excellent chance of going again this year.
There's lots of places to go in summer. Amusement parks, powwows and museums. Some people go to concerts, others want to go camping. When the weather warms up, and the sun comes out, fun shit starts to happen.
So here's the list of fun shit I want to do, why I want to do it, and how likely it is to happen:
1. The Great Escape and Splashwater Kingdom, Lake George, NY
Readers of my blog know how much I love this park. I've been going since I was 10, and have made a lot of memories at this place. Some good, and some bad.
This year, I want to make new memories, by going on a trip with my daughter, sister and her kids. My sister and I can ride some roller coasters, and I can take Sadie on the carousel and buy her cotton candy. It's been five years since I went and they have some rides I haven't tried.
How likely is it that I go? I have about a 70% chance. Money isn't much of a problem this summer, Arthur has a good job, and is willing to spoil me and Sadie a little. And I can always find good deals on tickets. Getting there is another bag of chips. Arthur and I don't have a car, and I can't drive anyway. There's always the possibility of convincing a parent to take us to NY, or having my sister and her men come get us. This is something that could be pulled off with careful and solid planning.
2. Water Country-
I'm not sure where it is, but I know it's in New Hampshire. Water Country is a water park, and despite everyone knowing the song from their ads, no one seems to have actually been there. But I've always wanted to go. Riding water slides and floating down lazy rivers is worth the yeast infection you'll catch from walking around in a wet bathing suit all day.
How likely is it that I go? Not very. No one knows where it is, and it's hard finding people willing to go. Oh you get people who SAY they wanna go, but you never get past the planning stage. Thankfully the temptation won't be too strong this year. Without cable, I don't have to hear that catchy jingle.
3. The Shelburne Museum, Shelburne, VT-
I've been coming to this large, multi-building museum for as long as I can remember. The Shelburne showcases folk art and New England history. Stroll along the grounds, there's various buildings from the past 350 years. There's even a steam-powered paddle boat that once graced Lake Champlain. One of the best places in VT, the Shelburne is worth the money and the trip. This summer or fall I would love to go with my family, either a large group, or just me, the boyfriend and kid. Sadie will like the carousel, and I'll get to share a special place with people I love.
How likely am I to get there? About 90% likely. Arthur is willing to get a weekend off for this, and we've discussed where we'd stay and how we'd get there. Just gotta pick a day, and find a way.
4. The Beach-
I don't care which beach I go to, as long as it has good waves. Hampton is a nice one to go to, and there's one in Lynn that I had a nice time at. The beach is intoxicating. Hot sun, scorching sand and cool water. You can ride the waves for hours.
My sister Cele and I do have intentions of taking my daughter to the beach. It will be her first time visiting the ocean.
How likely is this going to happen? Again, about 90%. Arthur wants to go see Slayer, and while he's doing that, Sadie and I get to have a Girl's Day with my sister. A trip to the beach is one of the many things we thought of doing on this day. We have the money. All we need is the ride down.
5. Canobie Lake Park, Salem NH-
I went to this amusement park for the first time in 2012, with my sister, Cele. It's a great place, inexpensive, free parking and a good variety of rides, restaurants and activities. I had a great time there, and in the three years since I've gone, they've gotten some rides I'm dying to try.
It's not too likely that I go. About a 30% chance, depending mostly on luck. I gotta find someone willing to go, and a way there.
6. Story Land, Glen NH-
I've never been here, but it seems like a fun place to take Sadie while she's still little. We have a very low chance of going. I've only mentioned it twice, with little reaction.
7. The Montshire Museum of Science, Norwich VT-
We went last year, and had a blast. Admission is cheap, and if we can find a ride, we have an excellent chance of going again this year.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Hey, what happened to your life?
That is the question I ask myself. What happened to your life?
Not that my life has taken a negative turn. I'm not doing intravenous drugs, I haven't been arrested, and I'm not being abused. My life has just become, mundane, maybe? If you can ever call raising a four year old mundane.
I've become...a "home maker". Never, in a million years did I expect that. I have wanted to be an actress, an opera singer, a writer...anything to get my name put on a map somewhere. For awhile, I called myself a drummer. But Whitewolf betrayed me, and I left Voice of United Spirit, sensing that I was no longer welcome.
So here I am. When Arthur goes to work, I watch the kid. I clean house, I make ham-fisted attempts at cooking, and I occasionally try to pursue a hobby that isn't watching Netflix, or screwing around on tumblr. I do the shopping, and go to the laundromat. I understand my mother's feelings of isolation during my childhood. This is lonely. Even with the internet, this is so lonely.
Ten years ago, I was sixteen and hopeful. In love all the time, longing for fame and fortune. Now I want...what? A published novel. For things to get a little easier. A baby. Maybe.
I never write anymore. I never do anything. I can feel my brain dying from lack of stimulation. What the fuck happened?
I'm bringing this blog back. Actually writing. About stuff. Anything. My kid. The weather. More cemetery reviews. The many ways one can cook a potato.
Not that my life has taken a negative turn. I'm not doing intravenous drugs, I haven't been arrested, and I'm not being abused. My life has just become, mundane, maybe? If you can ever call raising a four year old mundane.
I've become...a "home maker". Never, in a million years did I expect that. I have wanted to be an actress, an opera singer, a writer...anything to get my name put on a map somewhere. For awhile, I called myself a drummer. But Whitewolf betrayed me, and I left Voice of United Spirit, sensing that I was no longer welcome.
So here I am. When Arthur goes to work, I watch the kid. I clean house, I make ham-fisted attempts at cooking, and I occasionally try to pursue a hobby that isn't watching Netflix, or screwing around on tumblr. I do the shopping, and go to the laundromat. I understand my mother's feelings of isolation during my childhood. This is lonely. Even with the internet, this is so lonely.
Ten years ago, I was sixteen and hopeful. In love all the time, longing for fame and fortune. Now I want...what? A published novel. For things to get a little easier. A baby. Maybe.
I never write anymore. I never do anything. I can feel my brain dying from lack of stimulation. What the fuck happened?
I'm bringing this blog back. Actually writing. About stuff. Anything. My kid. The weather. More cemetery reviews. The many ways one can cook a potato.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Oy vey...
Last night, I had a dream that Arthur and I were saving money so we could take a trip to Hershey Park. Oh Hershey. I've only been there twice, and last time I went was five and a half years ago, but it's obviously left an impression.
Certainly it left an impression deep enough to write an eight post chronicle of the 2008 trip. I had such a good time writing about that weekend, that I found myself writing more accounts of my various other amusement park trips.
Eventually though, it got frustrating. I struggled to remember every detail. It began to become consuming an distracting. I was hyper focusing.
I have massive dejas vu. I think I've written about this before. Bitched about this before. I'm awfully redundant.
And I'm awfully critical of my own work. I find my own writing to be overly detailed and dense. At times, I find my literary voice to be unfortunately pretentious.
So how can I improve? How can I become a better writer? I am convinced that no one wants to read my style. I am utterly convinced that people find my style to be...boring. Hard to read.
I want to take writing classes at CCV. I'm wondering if I can get a grant, or something, take the classes. Figure out how to improve, and eventually get published. I figure if E L James and Stephenie Meyer can get their dredge and offal published, then my pothery and overripe ramblings could probably end up in print.
Right?
Right?
Certainly it left an impression deep enough to write an eight post chronicle of the 2008 trip. I had such a good time writing about that weekend, that I found myself writing more accounts of my various other amusement park trips.
Eventually though, it got frustrating. I struggled to remember every detail. It began to become consuming an distracting. I was hyper focusing.
I have massive dejas vu. I think I've written about this before. Bitched about this before. I'm awfully redundant.
And I'm awfully critical of my own work. I find my own writing to be overly detailed and dense. At times, I find my literary voice to be unfortunately pretentious.
So how can I improve? How can I become a better writer? I am convinced that no one wants to read my style. I am utterly convinced that people find my style to be...boring. Hard to read.
I want to take writing classes at CCV. I'm wondering if I can get a grant, or something, take the classes. Figure out how to improve, and eventually get published. I figure if E L James and Stephenie Meyer can get their dredge and offal published, then my pothery and overripe ramblings could probably end up in print.
Right?
Right?
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
A Long Absence
It's been nearly nine months since I last posted. A lot has happened in my life, and I don't know where to begin or what to say. I'm mostly on tumblr now, with a blog of the same name as this one. There, I write shorter pieces, and reblog things that interest me.
The fact of the matter is, that no one but me really gives a shit about this blog. I have only five followers, and I receive little to no traffic. Blogs like this are a dying breed. With things like tumblr, twitter, instagram and pinterest, what's the point? What's the fucking point. I don't have instagram or pinterest. I don't need them. I have tumblr (find me at faerieincombatboots.tumblr.com), a twitter, a facebook, a DeviantArt and god knows what else. I used to frequent places like Team9000, and The Bloody Jack Boards, but forums do not hold my interest any more.
Since I've been AWOL from this quiet corner of the internet, Arthur and I have become a couple, and he's moved in with me. My best friend had a baby boy, and I am now a godmother. My Grandma Mary died in June. I've been depressed. Two nights ago, my boyfriend got attacked, and he had to kick the guy's ass. I've been jumpy and anxious ever since.
I've been wondering if I should continue with this blog. What do I have to write about? I've decided that the memoirs were frivolous, and really, no one really fucking notices this place anyway. Really. Not even I notice it. Well, actually, my computer died, and I had to get my internet fix from an Android and my mom's laptop. Blogging regularly when you don't have your own computer is a pain in the dick.
But my sister's friend Jen has given me her old laptop. It's a good one, enough to store photos, write and do internet stuff on. That's all I need. I want to write more. I have novel ideas, and I need a place to put them down.
The fact of the matter is, that no one but me really gives a shit about this blog. I have only five followers, and I receive little to no traffic. Blogs like this are a dying breed. With things like tumblr, twitter, instagram and pinterest, what's the point? What's the fucking point. I don't have instagram or pinterest. I don't need them. I have tumblr (find me at faerieincombatboots.tumblr.com), a twitter, a facebook, a DeviantArt and god knows what else. I used to frequent places like Team9000, and The Bloody Jack Boards, but forums do not hold my interest any more.
Since I've been AWOL from this quiet corner of the internet, Arthur and I have become a couple, and he's moved in with me. My best friend had a baby boy, and I am now a godmother. My Grandma Mary died in June. I've been depressed. Two nights ago, my boyfriend got attacked, and he had to kick the guy's ass. I've been jumpy and anxious ever since.
I've been wondering if I should continue with this blog. What do I have to write about? I've decided that the memoirs were frivolous, and really, no one really fucking notices this place anyway. Really. Not even I notice it. Well, actually, my computer died, and I had to get my internet fix from an Android and my mom's laptop. Blogging regularly when you don't have your own computer is a pain in the dick.
But my sister's friend Jen has given me her old laptop. It's a good one, enough to store photos, write and do internet stuff on. That's all I need. I want to write more. I have novel ideas, and I need a place to put them down.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
A Warning
This blog is my corner of the internet. There are many corners of the internet, but this one is mine. Here, I share thoughts, opinions, memories and feelings, for both my own benefit, and hopefully the benefit of others. Here, I practice my writing skills, in the hope that one day, I might become a published author.
That being said, I would like to issue a warning. I say what I want on here. My words are frank and candid. Because of this, some readers will be offended. Some may find that they will dislike what I have to say. They may disagree with an opinion. They may find my prose too dense for their tastes. It doesn't matter, what it is, they will be offended.
If you are offended, you have several options. Firstly, you may unfollow my blog (if you follow it) or click the 'back' button on your browser. You may block my account too, if that is your wish. No one is forcing you to read my words. Least of all me.
I do not want to get into an internet flame war. Flame wars are pointless and childish. Nobody truly wins a flame war. If you want to comment on something you dislike, please do so in a calm manner without being rude or condescending. Last year, on varying parts of of the internet, I had several people treat me with cruelty and condescending disdain, merely because they disagreed with my posts, or thought I had offended them in some way.
Oh, but Faerie, you just insulted me on one of your older posts, I am so butthurt! Oh, but Faerie, your opinion is wrong, let me educate you! Oh Faerie, I think I know more than you so I'm going to spout Tl;Dr nonsense at you and try to sound smarter than you, when really I'm not! Oh Faerie, you've damaged my precious ego! You've offended my delicate sensibilities! Rabble rabble rage!
OK. You're offended. You're butthurt over something somebody said on the interbutts. OK. That's cool, homeslice. You can have your feelings.I'm not saying you can't. I'm just saying that I am not responsible for them. Anything I say on here comes from my heart. And my ovaries. My beautiful, shiny ovaries. How you respond to me, is all on you.
So I'm warning you. If you have a precious ego, and get easily offended, you may not want to linger here. If you don't like foul language, or big complicated words, you may not want to on this blog. If you're gonna start shit on MY blog, expect your ass to get blocked. Simple as that.
If you can handle the truth, and behave maturely to incendiary words, by all means, stay. But when it comes down to it, I'm in no mood for nobody's bullshit but mine.
That being said, I would like to issue a warning. I say what I want on here. My words are frank and candid. Because of this, some readers will be offended. Some may find that they will dislike what I have to say. They may disagree with an opinion. They may find my prose too dense for their tastes. It doesn't matter, what it is, they will be offended.
If you are offended, you have several options. Firstly, you may unfollow my blog (if you follow it) or click the 'back' button on your browser. You may block my account too, if that is your wish. No one is forcing you to read my words. Least of all me.
I do not want to get into an internet flame war. Flame wars are pointless and childish. Nobody truly wins a flame war. If you want to comment on something you dislike, please do so in a calm manner without being rude or condescending. Last year, on varying parts of of the internet, I had several people treat me with cruelty and condescending disdain, merely because they disagreed with my posts, or thought I had offended them in some way.
Oh, but Faerie, you just insulted me on one of your older posts, I am so butthurt! Oh, but Faerie, your opinion is wrong, let me educate you! Oh Faerie, I think I know more than you so I'm going to spout Tl;Dr nonsense at you and try to sound smarter than you, when really I'm not! Oh Faerie, you've damaged my precious ego! You've offended my delicate sensibilities! Rabble rabble rage!
OK. You're offended. You're butthurt over something somebody said on the interbutts. OK. That's cool, homeslice. You can have your feelings.I'm not saying you can't. I'm just saying that I am not responsible for them. Anything I say on here comes from my heart. And my ovaries. My beautiful, shiny ovaries. How you respond to me, is all on you.
So I'm warning you. If you have a precious ego, and get easily offended, you may not want to linger here. If you don't like foul language, or big complicated words, you may not want to on this blog. If you're gonna start shit on MY blog, expect your ass to get blocked. Simple as that.
If you can handle the truth, and behave maturely to incendiary words, by all means, stay. But when it comes down to it, I'm in no mood for nobody's bullshit but mine.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
2012- A Year in Review
2012 was a fucking roller coaster. Some really awful things happened that year, but so did some really good things. Epic things. So you know, read all about it.
January- January sucked. January really sucked. First of all, we'd just moved into a new apartment, and I had to get used to everything. I was recovering from my breast reduction, and had popped a stitch. And if that wasn't bad enough, I was still pining over my ex, Robbie. I even went to Mr. G's to talk to him. I awkwardly asked him out. He told me he had to 'check his schedule'. I thought he was being literal, and actually needed to check. Nope. He was going to the movies with The Missing Link and didn't know how to say no to me. As a result of this deception, I become very depressed. I spend my time drinking and crying. Then, on the night of January 23rd, I went for a walk to clear my head. Big mistake. I got mugged. Two assholes took my wallet and ran off into the night. I was unharmed, but badly traumatized. That night, two 'friends' also decide to jump my shit over inconsequential facebook crap. I spend the rest of the month trying very hard to recover from the incident. I find solace in watching RuPaul's Drag Race and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
February- The month is eerily warm. I visit my Dad in Manchester and spend time with both him, and my sister, Cele. My sister and I go shopping at several malls, but I can't remember any of what we bought. We go to malls all the time, so it all kind of blends together in one orgy of Orange Julius and Cinnamon Pretzels. Maybe there are crepes, though that could have been in April. I don't fucking know. I'm still recovering from getting mugged. When I find that I can walk 3 miles from the Manchester Library to my Dad's house after dark, I know I'm going to be OK. Two bitches I knew from Repo! Chat Get their panties in a bunch because I speak out against wearing pajamas in public. Because apparently, thinking it looks sloppy is a crime against feminism and I'm a bad ol' misogynist. Abortion? Not a problem? Domestic violence? It's cool. PJs in public? ZOMG RABBLE RABBLE RAGE.
March- March is very quiet. My muggers get arrested, and I still seethe over Robbie. My friend Dalton and I talk very briefly about dating, but eventually decide we'd be better as friends. My obsession with My Little Pony grows.
April- As far as months go, this one is pretty awesome. I go to my Dad's for my birthday. I explore the local cemeteries, and on my birthday, he and Cele take me out to Olive Garden.Then, I go to Cele's apartment and the next day we have a fun day in Portsmouth. I buy cool new jeans, in wild colors like hot pink leopard and cherry red. I see a hawk, and make friends with squirrels. My dad and I have a very nice Easter dinner, and he gives me an Easter basket filled with candy and pretty things. I go back to VT in my scarlet jeans and gummi bear necklace feeling confident. I meet my best friend's fiance, Chase.
May- Not much happens in May. My friends and I go out a lot. I finally get my own fucking computer. I write my own song for the Drum that I call Abenaki Squirrel song.
June- Summer begins. I get a pool membership, and learn to swim underwater with my eyes open, no goggles necessary. My friends and I make plans to go to Canobie Lake Park, but they fall through. Instead, Cele offers to go with me. Kittens. Lots of kittens.
July- The months starts out great, but on the 11th, my cat Kirby falls ill. The next day, he dies. I am heartbroken by this loss, considering he is one of my best furry friends. We bury him in Lincoln, and I go swimming with my aunt's dog. When I get home, I get very sick from stress.
A week later, I go to my dad's. The day I leave, I get my period, a rare occurrence, considering the type of birth control I use. I have bad cramps all the way to Manchester. Once I am ensconced at my dad's, my sister Cele comes to kidnap me. She has an entire weekend planned, ending with our trip to Canobie Lake. On Saturday, I get to go to the ocean for the first time in twenty years. It's a lot of fun, except when I fall, and cut my leg up on some asshole rocks. And then I get sand stuck in my bathing suit. We have a picnic on the beach. That night, we go to see some fireworks at the Exeter Revolutionary War fest. We get fried dough, and watch her boyfriend almost blow his foot off with a firework. The next day, all three of us, Cele, Jonathan and I go back to the beach. Then we go to the Stratham fair. We go on rides, and eat more fried dough. I make friends with a goat and a really adorable chick named Kate.
Finally, we get to go to Canobie Lake Park, just Cele and I. It's the coolest day ever. I ride a roller coaster with a motherfucking vertical drop. I eat funnel cake. Fucking funnel cake. Then I go back to Dad's. My period gets suddenly heavy and painful. It won't stop. In fact it doesn't stop until I return to Bellows Falls.
August- The month starts off with Old Home Days. They kind of suck. I blow almost all my money. I drink ginger limeade and eat maple cotton candy. All the town elitists, think Old Home Days is mighty successful, but it was not. I swim more and more. At the end of the month, I finally get to have a powwow. It rains, and all my shit gets soaked. I do a shawl dance and make four bucks. At the very tail end of the month I reconnect with Arthur. It is very random. We talk and talk and it feels like we had never parted, even though we hadn't heard from each other in years.
September- I go to the fair with Becca. It rains like a bitch and I freak out on the Skymaster. That weekend I have a powwow. I help light the Sacred Fire, and my parents come see me drum. It rains again. All my shit gets wet and I sleep badly. As the weeks pass, I grow closer to Arthur and start to develop feelings for him again. I try to resist, because he's in Florida. Then he comes back to VT and I can't hold that shit in anymore. I blurt out derps, and he's like let's wait till my shit's together until we do this. And even though I have to wait, I feel ridiculously happy and confused.
October- My friend Gary dies in the beginning of the month. We have a gathering, but it rains, and I cry for Gary while we drum. Talking to Arthur, and knowing I'll get to see him hold me together. The hurricane hits, and then he misses his train to come see me on Halloween. Even so, I have a fun Halloween. I take my landlady's foster daughter trick or treating. My Cutie Reaper costume looks epic. We get shit tons of candy, then I get drunk.
November- I want to see Arthur, but don't get a chance. We all go to Cele's for Thanksgiving. I get into Game of Thrones. I start to worry about Chrimbus.
December- I worry about Chrimbus. I am very stressed. I pull out my hair, and get sleep paralysis. I get to see Arthur. We spend an entire day riding the bus to Essex and back. We kiss for the first time on the bus. Afterwards, I miss him a lot. I am totally surprised by the depth and intensity of my feelings. I stress about Christmas. The world doesn't end. Christmas happens. I eat, and I drink vodka. I get some presents. I celebrate New Year's eve by going to a Chinese buffet. It's the five year anniversary of Grand Carol dying, but I don't get sad. I buy lacy underwear. The year ends. Finally.
January- January sucked. January really sucked. First of all, we'd just moved into a new apartment, and I had to get used to everything. I was recovering from my breast reduction, and had popped a stitch. And if that wasn't bad enough, I was still pining over my ex, Robbie. I even went to Mr. G's to talk to him. I awkwardly asked him out. He told me he had to 'check his schedule'. I thought he was being literal, and actually needed to check. Nope. He was going to the movies with The Missing Link and didn't know how to say no to me. As a result of this deception, I become very depressed. I spend my time drinking and crying. Then, on the night of January 23rd, I went for a walk to clear my head. Big mistake. I got mugged. Two assholes took my wallet and ran off into the night. I was unharmed, but badly traumatized. That night, two 'friends' also decide to jump my shit over inconsequential facebook crap. I spend the rest of the month trying very hard to recover from the incident. I find solace in watching RuPaul's Drag Race and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
February- The month is eerily warm. I visit my Dad in Manchester and spend time with both him, and my sister, Cele. My sister and I go shopping at several malls, but I can't remember any of what we bought. We go to malls all the time, so it all kind of blends together in one orgy of Orange Julius and Cinnamon Pretzels. Maybe there are crepes, though that could have been in April. I don't fucking know. I'm still recovering from getting mugged. When I find that I can walk 3 miles from the Manchester Library to my Dad's house after dark, I know I'm going to be OK. Two bitches I knew from Repo! Chat Get their panties in a bunch because I speak out against wearing pajamas in public. Because apparently, thinking it looks sloppy is a crime against feminism and I'm a bad ol' misogynist. Abortion? Not a problem? Domestic violence? It's cool. PJs in public? ZOMG RABBLE RABBLE RAGE.
March- March is very quiet. My muggers get arrested, and I still seethe over Robbie. My friend Dalton and I talk very briefly about dating, but eventually decide we'd be better as friends. My obsession with My Little Pony grows.
April- As far as months go, this one is pretty awesome. I go to my Dad's for my birthday. I explore the local cemeteries, and on my birthday, he and Cele take me out to Olive Garden.Then, I go to Cele's apartment and the next day we have a fun day in Portsmouth. I buy cool new jeans, in wild colors like hot pink leopard and cherry red. I see a hawk, and make friends with squirrels. My dad and I have a very nice Easter dinner, and he gives me an Easter basket filled with candy and pretty things. I go back to VT in my scarlet jeans and gummi bear necklace feeling confident. I meet my best friend's fiance, Chase.
May- Not much happens in May. My friends and I go out a lot. I finally get my own fucking computer. I write my own song for the Drum that I call Abenaki Squirrel song.
June- Summer begins. I get a pool membership, and learn to swim underwater with my eyes open, no goggles necessary. My friends and I make plans to go to Canobie Lake Park, but they fall through. Instead, Cele offers to go with me. Kittens. Lots of kittens.
July- The months starts out great, but on the 11th, my cat Kirby falls ill. The next day, he dies. I am heartbroken by this loss, considering he is one of my best furry friends. We bury him in Lincoln, and I go swimming with my aunt's dog. When I get home, I get very sick from stress.
A week later, I go to my dad's. The day I leave, I get my period, a rare occurrence, considering the type of birth control I use. I have bad cramps all the way to Manchester. Once I am ensconced at my dad's, my sister Cele comes to kidnap me. She has an entire weekend planned, ending with our trip to Canobie Lake. On Saturday, I get to go to the ocean for the first time in twenty years. It's a lot of fun, except when I fall, and cut my leg up on some asshole rocks. And then I get sand stuck in my bathing suit. We have a picnic on the beach. That night, we go to see some fireworks at the Exeter Revolutionary War fest. We get fried dough, and watch her boyfriend almost blow his foot off with a firework. The next day, all three of us, Cele, Jonathan and I go back to the beach. Then we go to the Stratham fair. We go on rides, and eat more fried dough. I make friends with a goat and a really adorable chick named Kate.
Finally, we get to go to Canobie Lake Park, just Cele and I. It's the coolest day ever. I ride a roller coaster with a motherfucking vertical drop. I eat funnel cake. Fucking funnel cake. Then I go back to Dad's. My period gets suddenly heavy and painful. It won't stop. In fact it doesn't stop until I return to Bellows Falls.
August- The month starts off with Old Home Days. They kind of suck. I blow almost all my money. I drink ginger limeade and eat maple cotton candy. All the town elitists, think Old Home Days is mighty successful, but it was not. I swim more and more. At the end of the month, I finally get to have a powwow. It rains, and all my shit gets soaked. I do a shawl dance and make four bucks. At the very tail end of the month I reconnect with Arthur. It is very random. We talk and talk and it feels like we had never parted, even though we hadn't heard from each other in years.
September- I go to the fair with Becca. It rains like a bitch and I freak out on the Skymaster. That weekend I have a powwow. I help light the Sacred Fire, and my parents come see me drum. It rains again. All my shit gets wet and I sleep badly. As the weeks pass, I grow closer to Arthur and start to develop feelings for him again. I try to resist, because he's in Florida. Then he comes back to VT and I can't hold that shit in anymore. I blurt out derps, and he's like let's wait till my shit's together until we do this. And even though I have to wait, I feel ridiculously happy and confused.
October- My friend Gary dies in the beginning of the month. We have a gathering, but it rains, and I cry for Gary while we drum. Talking to Arthur, and knowing I'll get to see him hold me together. The hurricane hits, and then he misses his train to come see me on Halloween. Even so, I have a fun Halloween. I take my landlady's foster daughter trick or treating. My Cutie Reaper costume looks epic. We get shit tons of candy, then I get drunk.
November- I want to see Arthur, but don't get a chance. We all go to Cele's for Thanksgiving. I get into Game of Thrones. I start to worry about Chrimbus.
December- I worry about Chrimbus. I am very stressed. I pull out my hair, and get sleep paralysis. I get to see Arthur. We spend an entire day riding the bus to Essex and back. We kiss for the first time on the bus. Afterwards, I miss him a lot. I am totally surprised by the depth and intensity of my feelings. I stress about Christmas. The world doesn't end. Christmas happens. I eat, and I drink vodka. I get some presents. I celebrate New Year's eve by going to a Chinese buffet. It's the five year anniversary of Grand Carol dying, but I don't get sad. I buy lacy underwear. The year ends. Finally.
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