Well I have some really awesome news. First off I got in the online Screenwriting Program through UCLA!!!! I can't wait until it starts. Not only is this something that I really love but I am learning through the University of California, being taught by people experienced in the industry. I just cannot believe my luck. I just hope they can understand my accent. I'll probably have to talk really slow so they can understand or maybe I'll have to put on an American accent....kekekeke
In other news DanceFest was last weekend and Liverpools Hairspray performance was the BOMB!! We got so much positive feedback. My hot pink wig made it easy for my family to find me. I also had to act as a teacher in the beginning which was pretty nerve wracking at first but once I was on stage I was fine. The stage was of course too small so we all bumped into each other but considering we did pretty well. A clip of our performance went on YouTube really quickly.
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The performance wasn't perfect but it was mainly because we didn't have a full practice on the stage and everyone was tired after the beginning because we went all out. We'll be doing the performance again on the 18th at the Liverpool Stake Ball which will be awesome. I can't wait to do it again.
Jaslyn and her family did so much to get this dance underway, along with the costume designer/maker Thoc. So kudo's goes out to them. We spent so many long nights doing sequins, but it was well worth it. The costumes were the best. I can't wait for Friday because we are having a BBQ to catch up and watch over all of the video's.
~ Hayz
It has been a very slow and busy holiday for me. The main areas of enjoyment was in fact going to Acer Arena to watch RAW and I had an absolute blast. Supanova was also awesome as I got to meet Karl Urban who my sisters and I have been a big fan of for a very long time.
Other than that I have been working on my application for UCLA to get into screenwriting, babysitting, getting my car up and running to be registered, going to dance practice for a Dance Fest in September for YSA and trying to do well in my calling as a Second Councellor to the Primary Presidency.
I am so glad that I am heading to institute and going to dance practice. It the only form of socialising I ever get to do these days. Even though the majority of socialising in my case is awkward. I am getting to know people but I can see that there are already groups and factions within the YSA. They aren't unfriendly or anything but depending on your personality they define who you are as a person. I seem to be mingling with the nerds which is normal I guess.
I passed all of my subjects last semester with University which was awesome but for some I knew I could have done better. The main problem was time and group work. I find working in groups is harder as no one necessarily thinks in the same way as the other and they all tend to have different work ethics.
I hope I get into this online course with UCLA. Right now it is the only chance I can get to something I really want to do, plus it will give me a break with Uni. It would be a great opportunity to branch out my writing skills and really be able to perfect some stories I've only started. I haven't completed one yet but I know I will with time.
But this week did not start out so crash hot. Monday I realised I had lost my wallet. The last time I had it was Saturday evening. On Sunday I didn't remember having it and I know for certain that it is not at dads. If that is the case then Sunday I would have had to have taken it to church. Somewhere between Mum's place and church is where I lost it. It is just so much of a hassle. I have had to cancel my bank card and I still need to get a new drivers license and Medicare card. The thing that irritates me is that for one I can't remember seeing it all of Sunday and two my wallet is either in one of three places, my bag, my desk or in my car.
I have been also having a lot of epiphany's of late. I am almost twenty-three years old. My plan was to be married by twenty-three but clearly that is not going to happen. I was also planning last year to head off on a mission but that also is not going to happen with my current familial responsibilities. I am stuck in this ever present vortex where I cannot move forward or backwards but only spin uncontrollably.
I am sure there are many people out there who would slap me silly when I tell them that I feel my life is going nowhere. I know that I am very blessed to be able to have a family, a roof over my head, food to eat, an extensive education and a car to drive. But it is currently how I feel. I want so badly for things to get unstuck but I know it will not be happening anytime soon.
In the meantime a new semester begins and I wonder how things will pan out.
~ Hayz
- Mood:
contemplative
Overall I believe this semester was quite successful. I completed three film projects and a horrendous Ethics class. I never want to do a research paper again! They are just so complicated. Essays are much easier to do. Anyway although the whole process of creating a film is hard work I have to say that I am happy about the finished product. One was a documentary on architecture students who I had to admit were fascinating. University of Sydney have some interesting characters and very interesting buildings. The architecture building aka Wilkinson Building is apparently rated in the top 10 worst buildings in Sydney. Krystal was so awesome at editing that it made the whole thing look very professional.
The second project was for performance. It was a spoof of the opening scene to Lethal Weapon in which a detective tries to convince a semi-suicidal man from jumping off a building, but when handcuffed and frustrated with the suicide jumper the detective jumps off the building dragging the suicider along with him onto an inflatable cushion. Needless to say we did not film on the top of a building or had an inflatable cushion. The guys in my group were so awesome with their ideas. They decided instead to have the character jump onto a hopscotch court and jump forward and then back. Then completely last minute out of nowhere we decided to have them share a moment. The detective leans in for a kiss but the suicide jumper is completely weirded out. It was so brilliantly shot and edited and the sound was amazing. When we screened it we got the reactions from the class which is what we were hoping for.
Then finally the screen project. Although we had a few dilemma's with the location and a busted tape with a whole days worth of shooting we pulled it all together nicely. Although there were sound issues some editing resolved most of it. My friend Krystal did an amazing job with editing again. Everything flowed nicely and the music we added really made the story pop. Basically it is about a young woman that never really grew up. She is a waitress and one day a writer comes and draws inspiration from her. When the waitress sees what the writer has written about her she is forced to change. We had the story not only told in pictures but the narrator also helped in telling the story.
Now that I am free I have time to get back to my paperwork for UCLA and other writing projects. I hope I get into the course. I know it will be hard because it is overseas and I will have to work during the late evening or early hours of the morning, but to me it is exciting. This is the kind of course I have been searching for. Other schools in Sydney don't offer what UCLA offer as readily to a person in my situation. I want to get in so badly but I know I'll have to wait and see how everything plays out. I already have my hopes up which is a bad sign, but there is always a chance.
I just need to nail the paperwork.
~ Hayz
CHAPTER 2
“Slave boy”
Megan and I were two peas in a pod. We were like sisters only we looked completely different. I had blonde hair, she had brown, I was average body size but she had what she termed as ‘curves in all the right places’, which basically meant my size with bigger boobs and a nicer butt. I occasionally wore glasses but she was perfect sighted. I was taller but she was shorter. She was the yang to my ying which was why we could always put up with each other as we balanced the other out.
After hanging out at Buddy’s for a while we decided that we should hang out with him again and invited him to a screening night. He knew that he would be back earlier from work on Friday which gave us enough time to prepare everything we needed. Megan announced that Friday would be the day that we would start watching that new television series Supernatural. She had informed me that there were a lot of fan girls for the show but that there were a lot of dudes who liked the show too. Either way we would still be forcing Buddy to watch it with us. I hadn’t had the time to go online and look up more stuff about it but from the good reviews that Megan was spouting about it seemed like she was already addicted.
“Someone actually asked me today if I could make a Dean and Sam Winchester plushie” Megan announced as she came into my room on Friday evening before Buddy had arrived.
“This show better be as good as its hype” I expressed.
“Well what is not to like about the general plot line” Megan enthused “From what I have read it is about two brothers on the road to find their missing father who has went on a hunting trip to fight Supernatural creatures and has not come back. Apparently their ride is a 67 Chevrolet Impala”
“The narrative sounds very Thelma and Louise if they were dudes and brothers” I announced.
“Actually it is more like Star Wars according to the creator Eric Kripke” Megan replied as she set up the surround sound in her lounge room.
We were both waiting on Buddy. We had the coffee table set up with a wide selection of food, drinks and most importantly candy. All of the hot stuff was keeping warm in the oven, but when Buddy arrived they would soon be on the table. At the ring of the doorbell Megan sprang to the door whilst I sprang to the kitchen. I was way too hungry to be concerned with Buddy.
As I came out with the tray of pizza minus on slice that was hanging from my mouth I saw that Buddy had brought a guest. Luckily for him it was not a woman or there would be extreme mocking on Megan’s behalf. It was actually Buddy’s younger brother Logan.
“Got kicked out of the house” Megan explained and that was all that needed to be said about the matter.
“Slave boy!” The pizza fell from my mouth and onto the tray of pizza.
It was an appropriate title that I always used to tease
“It’s been too long”
His hair was shorter now and spiked up with a little gel. He was still tall and thin like his brother only lankier as he had no muscle definition like Buddy.
“So what is on the menu tonight?”
“It’s an indulgence night because we are watching a new show” Megan announced as she flopped into her reclined chair “We are watching Supernatural.”
“Apparently it is really good” I added as I picked up my slice of pizza from the tray and sat down on the couch in front of the table.
“The two main characters are dudes though right?”
“I don’t want to watch another chick show” Buddy had his hands in the air in defeat.
“It’s not a chick show, just sit down and fill your gobs with food okay!” Megan was demanding now which meant they could not go against her.
Buddy took his seat in the recliner on the opposite side of the table and
The show was actually really good and once the boys saw the half naked Jess wearing a smurf t-shirt they were officially fan boys. When Jessica died at the end of the episode they were skeptical whether future episodes would be any better but for the moment they liked the brotherly relationship and Dean’s sense of humour. Megan was the ultimate Sam fan but I found myself instantly attracted to Dean. The whole blonde hair, bad boy persona, leather jacket and chevy impala was to my liking. Luckily it was the weekend so we tried watching the entire first season in the one night. I feel asleep some time in the middle of the episode “Faith”.
When I woke up I was sprawled across the entire couch covered with a blanket and
“Morning sunshine” appeared Buddy from the back of the couch. He was looking down at me with a wide smile.
“You didn’t draw on my face did you?” I asked in a morning slur.
“No” his smile widened.
“You fiendish little…”
“I swear I didn’t, check yourself in the mirror” he crossed his heart.
“Then what are you smiling about? Is there something on my face?”
“Actually…” he started but he was then interrupted by his grumbling stomach.
“I’ll raid her fridge”
“Already did there is nothing practical”
I got up. We had eaten all of the junk food on the table during our Supernatural fest. Both of the boys had bottomless pits for stomachs. In the cupboard I found the ingredients needed to make Swiss pancakes. Swiss pancakes were thinner, very similar to crepes. I also found some mince in the freezer that could be used for them. I knew making the mince first would be the wisest choice. Once the pancakes were being made Buddy would be eating them.
“Swiss pancakes!” Buddy jumped on a stool with a wider smile when he saw the ingredients. “It’s been so long since I’ve had any”
“It’s been about a year I think” I smiled as I got the ingredients ready.
“I remember. You had a massive argument with Kevin and I found you here at Megan’s house all upset.”
I was silent. I didn’t want to remember that period of my life. Kevin always drank too much and I was there for the late night calls to pick him up. There were always girls hanging off his arms even when I pulled up to get him. He said they were just being nice, but I knew better. If he had just tried to drink less or stop completely I would have been happy. I tried to come along with him but drinking at clubs and pubs night after night was not my thing. His friends also were not fond of me.
I was always asked why I was with him. I met him at a music festival. It was instant attraction and we both had similar ideas on music. Like with every relationship story the first few dates were successful and attraction increased. At the start of the relationship everything seemed normal until I went out to meet his friends at a bar. The drinking started and it felt like it would have never stopped.
After a few months I finally told Megan about it who forwarded it onto Buddy. They were both concerned for me but any time they would approach me about it I would become defensive. He was really nice when he wasn’t drinking, and sweet and romantic. To me they just didn’t see everything else. I constantly told myself over and over again that his drinking was only a small part of him. It only happened about once a week, sometimes more depending on stress from work.
Megan and Buddy then decided to leave it and wait until I had come to my senses. It was the evening after one of his benders. He was almost sober and I had come home from a long day at work. I was tired because I had to pick him up at a bar a few towns over. I snapped. We had, had arguments about it before, but I often held myself back or made up excuses for him. This time I let loose everything and it was the first time I had been brutally honest to anyone in my entire life. It was exhilarating but at the same time a little frightening. I left after a very long shouting match. I drove straight from his place to Megan’s trying as best I could not to cry so I could see where I was going. When I got to her doorstep the tears were flowing.
Megan had got in contact with Buddy right away and he was there promptly. I was sure that he didn’t know what to do because in the end all he was doing was cracking bad jokes. Luckily for him they were so lame they were funny enough to make me feel better. Soon we were all hungry and Megan as per usual had nothing in her house. When I had arrived she was in fact on her way out to buy food. By then it was too late to order take away and Buddy was complaining. So I went through the cupboard and found flour and sugar. I made Buddy sneak next door to steal some oranges and made my grandmothers Swiss pancakes. We gorged so much it would have definitely been considered a gluttonous sin.
“I can’t believe you reminded me about that horrible night!” I elbowed him in the ribs where he sat next to me on top of the counter.
“That night taught you a valuable lesson” he corrected “and might I add ouch! You are too physically aggressive.”
“And that is why I get the first pancake” I said as I lifted the pancake from the pan and put it on a plate on the counter on the other side of the cooking plate.
As Buddy tried getting off the counter to reach for the pancake but I had already picked up the pancake and stuffed half of it into my mouth. I couldn’t help but grin with my mouth full and surprisingly he snatched the rest in my hand and ate. I had clearly underestimated his hunger.
“Never mess with a man and his food” he pointed at me once he was finished with his mouthful.
“You know I can just stop making them” I threatened and he frowned “Well don’t mess with this cook”
I poured more of the mixture into the pan.
“So how are things?” I asked him as we hadn’t really caught up properly.
“Good. Good. Busy…but good”
“Dating anyone?”
“No…you?”
I shook my head. I hadn’t dated since Kevin. I was too scarred. Aside from his drinking he was perfect.
“I ought to go deck the guy” Buddy shook his head whilst helping himself to another pancake.
“It’s been a year or so, just leave him. He’s learnt his lesson” I replied adding another pancake to the small stack.
“Who’s learnt his lesson?”
“You will. Now come here and cut up my pancake for me!” Buddy demanded acting like some form of royalty.
“So what’s new with your life Slave boy?” I asked
“Aside from being kicked out?” he jokes as he took the plate and got his cutlery from the draw “I’ve actually for a big project going on.”
This was why I loved
The next art project he only used postage stamps. It might sound like an easy takst but this was one of the reasons why
“Tell me about it” I prompted excitedly as I made another pancake. Buddy had completely switched off. He has no interest in his brother’s projects.
“Not this time”
“I’ll have to come by your hobbit hole sometime and see some of your other finished works. I haven’t seen anything of yours in a long time.”
“I wouldn’t bother”
“What a line!” Buddy interrupted in shock “It’s been months and when she asks about your work you hit on her!”
“She is worthy of being hit on”
“You’re incredible” Buddy got off the counter.
“There is nothing wrong with harmless flirting”
“And it is harmless as
“Not yet”
“Do you want to convert her or something?” Buddy laughed.
“I’m just saying flirting should be fine between all ages”
“Like I said ‘You’re incredible’!” Buddy’s voice raised an octave “This is Sarah, one of my best friends.”
“What’s wrong with flirting with Sarah?”
“That’s right” Buddy crossed his arms over his chest.
“You’re just…”
“Selfish?” Megan finished the sentence. “He just doesn’t want a friendship messed up because of his little brother.”
“It would be the same for friends then?”
“Yeah…” Buddy looked uncomfortable “But it would be different. Say if you did date Sarah, if things ended badly what would I do? Would I have to pick between her and you?”
“I think that’s merely a childish excuse”
“I think that’s sensible” Megan added.
I handed Megan a pancake to keep the argument between the brothers in the hopes that it would keep her quiet.
“But it is such a waste. What if the relationship teaches us something valuable.”
“Like dating your brother’s best friend can ruin your brother’s relationships.”
“Or possibly it could prove something positive for Sarah if the relationship for the most part is successful. There is no way of telling until it happens.”
“But there still a risk” Megan said with her mouth full. Clearly even food didn’t shut her up.
The debate continued for a while but I tuned out and concentrated on the pancakes. I even managed to teach myself how to mold them into different shapes like cats, dogs, stars and baseball bats. Only
The stack was pretty high by then. All of the talking had meant that hardly any eating had been done. I had managed to set Megan’s table nicely and when I moved the stack of pancakes and pot of mince causing the flock of noisy seagulls to follow me to the table.
“So what are your plans for today?” I spoke up interrupting the noisy conversation.
“Well its Saturday so I’m not working and I don’t have plans” Megan replied
“I don’t have any plans either”
“I don’t have work either” Buddy added.
We all looked at each other for a moment before turning our heads to Megan’s widescreen plasma television.
“I think I’m a Dean fan” I started.
“Sam!” Megan immediately responded “I just love a tall angsty man. It’s comforting.”
“I love the car” announced Buddy “its like it own character and it’s always at the end of every episode driving to its next destination.”
“Not to mention the old school rock”
“The reviews were right then” Megan smiled sitting back and taking in all of the glory of a successful show selection.
Towards the late afternoon we were through the first season and we all had to drive out to the shopping center for the second season and more supplies. The show had ended on a big cliff hanger which we all found unsettling. Megan and I were worried about all of the Winchesters including the father John Winchester. We had already fallen in love with the actor Jeffrey Dean Morgan from his minor role in Sliders. Logan and Buddy on the other hand were more worried about whether the car would survive the next season or if it was going to be replaced.
Buddy and Megan went to buy the DVD and probably a few more as when Megan started shopping she would buy a few more in the event that she would watch on without everyone else. Buddy went as support to ensure her spending would not get too out of control. In the meantime Logan and I went to the supermarket for food. We already knew that this would be a full lazy weekend event and planned ahead meals that would be healthier than junk food. But
“Will you teach me how to cook?”
“Of course” I replied “everyone needs to learn how to cook”
“Do you cook often?”
“With work five days a week it’s hard to find time to cook. Usually when I get home Mum and Dad have something ready so I cook on weekends when they want a break.
“I still can’t believe you’re living with your parents”
“Well I have the money. I’m just waiting for the perfect place to arrive.”
“You should get Buddy and my family to build it for you because I can guarantee you that there is no house in our town that I know of that would be perfect for you.”
“How do you know what’s the perfect house for me?”
“I’m a creative genius I know how your mind works”
I rolled my eyes. Sometimes he could be so full of himself.
The drive back to Megan’s house was noisy. We were all talking about the various ways that Season Two could start up.
“We should go on a road trip” Buddy announced as we got to the house.
“Yeah like that will happen” I snorted “remember last time we tried organising one. One of us will always be busy with work.”
“Then we will quit our jobs” Megan made a pose planting her hands on her hips, looking up to the sky like someone on a mission.
“It can be a weekend trip”
“Or we can go camping somewhere locally” Buddy added to the suggestions.
“With the Wendigo’s” Megan joked “and the real world versions of Sam and Dean will come save us.”
“What if the real world versions are uglier?”
“We’ll wait for better looking ones!” she smiled striking her pose again.
I thought the idea through as I unpacked the groceries into Megan’s almost empty cupboards and refrigerator. In the meantime the rest of them came up with ideas of what to do. I heard Buddy suggest fishing but there was no way that I would torture a fish for my own pleasure unless I was going to eat it.
Thinking about it, it was a good idea. We could be away from home and be able to really relax and hang out. It wasn’t often that we were all together.
“Okay let’s do it!” I announced after thinking it all through.
“Get piercings in weird places?”
“No, I mean go camping. Let’s go camping!” I got excited to hide my embarrassment but I was sure my hot face revealed blushing which gave it away.
“The voice of reason has spoken!”
Although at present I dislike University I still like learning and believe it to be valuable to everyone an anyone. It doesn't matter what you learn, so long as you do seek learning in one way or form, like a new recipe in a cookbook or how to juggle. All tasks can be used in one way or form that can assist you.
I really want to learn how to write a good screenplay. I know it takes time but I have so many ideas in my head just buzzing around. It is just something that I enjoy and I know I am good at. I am a television and movie addict so it just seems to fit in perfectly.
I know it will be hard. Everything I have done at Uni has been hard and at times to me pointless but sometimes you just have t push through it. Right now I think Communication Law and Ethics is pointless to what I am doing. I understand that there are responsibilities for those in the entertainment industry in regards to copyright, defamation, passing off and privacy. But what the heck does the situation between Rhianna and Chris Brown have to do with me getting into writing movies or television programs. That has to do with journalism or PR. I had to do an entire take home exam on them and it was just really irritating. Who cares if they had a fight and got back together? Who cares if Chris Brown pulls out of a Kids Choice Award? But the thing that irritated me the most was the comments left by fans. There are so many grammatical errors and spelling errors and I mean even there internet language is spelt wrong or is used in the wrong context. And in some cases I do not even think the fans read the articles properly. In one article it said that Chris Brown stepped down from a Kids Choice Award and that he could not comment as to why. Fair enough, he is currently being viewed as a bad example in the media and does not want to accept and award. Good for him. But all the fans begin bagging out Rhianna saying she was the one who told him to do it or it is her fault that he lashed out on her.
In short people need to learn to read and write. We see it all the time in movies that educational systems are failing because teachers are not giving young people the chance to test themselves and learn. A good movie example that was based on a true story was Freedom Writers (2007) directed by RIchard LaGravanese, starring Hillary Swank. In this movie the faculty did not believe that the students would learn because they were troublesome and did not give them the chance to really open their eyes and minds about learning and its benefits. I am sure this is happening all over the world, even in Australia.
Although there is also the problem of those who think they know too much. I am sure we all have those case examples of people who are know-it-alls and like to show off that fact to appear superior. Some people who are learned think they are wise but in most cases they do not put that knowledge into real context, it is more to accentuate their intellectual capacities.
I've also found that you cannot force your own learning upon someone else, especially in regards to religion. I was out in Liverpool the other day with my sister who was needing to take a picture of an urban landscape. On the way back to the shopping center we were stopped by a man who was handing out religious leaflets. Anyone who knows me knows that I am religious and quite opinionated on the subject and can become quite competitive depending on the situation. The old man was asking me if I knew God. I said yes I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He interrupted me before I could continue "I did not ask about you denomination I asked you if you know God" and I said yes I pray to him and I learn about him in the scriptures and through faith I know in my heart that he exists. This is what faith is.
He then shook his head "But do you really know him?"
I said "Yes I believe I do"
"Have you seen him?" he asked.
Like any other reasonable person the first thing that came to mind was that he was a cracked pot. But there was sanity in his eyes so I held my judgement of him.
"You've seen God?" I asked skeptically.
He then told me how he wasn't the best of men and that one night he got down on his knees and prayed to God. He told God that if he was real that he should show himself to him right now or that he would refuse to believe in him and live his life. He then said that he saw Jesus' face.
"Wow your really lucky then" I replied still not believing him but acting astounded for his benefit as I did not want to offend him.
"No it is not luck" he replied "If you tonight get down on your knees in bed and pray. Not just talk to God but really pray believing that he is listening and cry to him in all sincerity then he will come to you and fill you with the holy ghost."
I told him that I would do that and shook his hand to take my leave and we exchanged our blessings on one another. If he really did see God then I suppose he was very fortunate. God is not going to appear to everyone who asks otherwise there is no such thing as faith. Faith is believing without seeing. But there were other things that I didn't agree with the man. He said thirty people from every nation would be saved at the Second Coming. I have read no scripture that says that so I was wondering where he got his facts from. He also said that all denominations are false and I asked him whether he has prayed about it and he repeated that all denominations are false. He was so strong willed in his ways that I knew there was no way to shake his beliefs, which is a good thing and a bad thing. I prefer to be open minded and at least listen to what other people have to say. In this instance everything was of the one opinion.
But essentially what was behind his preaching was in the right place. He knew that he was not perfect and he knew that God would give him a place in Heaven if he did what was right. So long as people are doing what they believe is right I will not judge them. I shouldn't even judge them if they are doing something that is wrong intentionally, but that is something hard to do. We can't help but place judgements on others. People just need to learn to get along and be open minded.
I believe that we are here on Earth to learn. If not, what is the point in living?
~ Hayz
CHAPTER 1
The Road
I looked in both directions to see that the yellow lined road disappears. I am completely alone and this was how I liked it. I kicked at a lonesome rock in the center of a shallow pool of water and rub my arms. It is freezing, but I find it strangely comforting. I could feel the moisture of the fog clinging to my skin.
It was quiet. Serene even. There on the road, surrounded by the fog, all alone. There was no breeze, nor the sound of insects or animals moving. It was almost as if I was in my own little paradise, sitting on my cloud in the heavens. Although it was strange that I considered a disappearing road for a heaven. Most people would view this as the first signs of a mental breakdown, but I viewed it as a peaceful realisation of uncertainty. I would have to make a choice, which was not foreign to anyone. I would have to choose between one direction or the other. I knew where they would head, I knew this road like the back of my hand, but what I didn't know was what would happen when I got to where I was going.
There was a beep of a horn, which jolted me and the flash of lights reinforced that I was no longer alone. I sigh knowing exactly who it was and that this definitely was not Heaven. A head popped out of the drivers side window.
"You sleep walking or something?" smirked Buddy one of my best friends.
I had forgotten to change out of my pajamas. A normal person would have covered themselves, but in my long pants and singlet shirt I did not care. Buddy was wearing his trucker cap which meant that he was headed out to work.
"I was having a nice dream until you showed up" I looked out again to the disappearing road.
"I'll take you home" it wasn't a question and his head went back into the car.
I slumped my shoulders knowing that there was no way he was going to leave me there and got into the car. He looked at me like I was some kind of idiot.
"You look wet. You must have been out here for over an hour" he was scolding me now whilst taking off his parker. He chucked it at me, clearly I was in big trouble.
"You know if your parents find me returning you like this they are going to kill me."
"You don't have to return me. I'll walk."
I proceeded to open the car door but he locked it. I knew that if I tried to fight to unlock the door things would not end pretty. That was how I received the broken nose of 2000 and the dreaded sliced arm of 2002. That last one really hurt and left a scar.
"Hurry up and put it on or your going to get sick" Buddy barked as he put the car in gear.
His jacket was extremely warm and smelt like timber. Buddy built houses as a part of the family business. He was extremely tall and the work had made him both strong and lean. I hugged his warm work jacket enjoying the smell of freshly cut wood.
"Seat belt!" he barked again and I quickly obeyed.
It was not often enough that I saw him. The majority of the time he was out of town which was where most of the work was. When he would get home he would be so tired that the only action he could perform was shoveling food into his mouth before crashing on his bed in the deepest of slumbers. I had once been at his house to watch this happen. His parents had gone out of town and had given me a key so I could feed their cat Chuckles knowing that Buddy would be home late and forget.
"What were you doing out there at this time of day?" he asked clearly annoyed that I was not all reacting to his annoyance.
"I couldn't sleep"
"And you think walking around at four in the morning is what you should do. Watch some TV, read a book, exercise or something. At least change out of your pajamas."
"Wait its four in the morning?"
"Don't change the subject or lie to me"
"I was thinking"
"Your always thinking" he snorted and then sighed at my silence before continuing "what about this time? Derrick? or was it Kevin?"
"Not about loser ex-boyfriends which you know are off topic. You know the rule, I do not discuss my love life with the likes of you, traitor."
"I was fourteen and it was the one time!"
"You did it three times and that was when the rule was created."
"And once again you have changed the topic. What were you thinking about?"
"Oh look I'm home." I stressed out the words to emphasise the topic was closed.
My house emerged through the fog. The front light was on which was a good sign that my parents were not awake. A hand stopped me from unlocking my door.
"If you are depressed or someone has done something bad to you, you can tell me okay" Buddy's eyes were intent on mine.
"If we hung out more you would know I am not depressed...I'm just eccentric" I replied matter-of-factly as I took his jacket off.
"Keep it, I got another in the back" Buddy said as he let go of my hand.
"The door is five meters away. I'm not going to freeze by the time I get to the door. I'll hop straight into the shower and I'll be fine."
"If you get sick you are heading for a beating"
"It's been a while maybe I should get sick and see how things turn out."
"You'll lose."
"I've been practicing."
"You'll lose."
"I've still got time to practice and besides your late for work."
Buddy looked at his watch and pushed me out of the car as soon as the door was open. He then sped out of the driveway just as the Sun came up. The start of a new day, but to me it felt all the same.
The shower was good. Hot. Soothing. Relaxing. But straight after I wanted to be out in the cold again, on the road. But by now most of the cloud cover was gone. Through my window I could see it and the road. There was light traffic and people starting their morning exercise routine of running or bicycling. I on the other hand had more depressing matters to attend to...my life.
I was one of those ordinary joes in those ordinary jobs that would never to anything extraordinary in their life. In high school I was the most likely person in the grade to get married soon after graduation and be pregnant within the year. Happily though I have proved my fellow students wrong with five years under my belt and a string of ex-boyfriends who would rather not see me again even in passing traffic. Buddy viewed this as some kind of genetic flaw, but I saw it as a gift. When I got sick of them or I knew they were wrong for me I made them hate me to their depth of their foundation so that further contact would never be an option. The first step was spending more time at my dead end job. I worked at a grocery store.
The pay was average but it wasn't like I was going out every weekend to get trashed or anything. Instead I preferred to save my money for new DVD's that were coming out of television programs or movies. My other best friend Megan and I took a vow not to watch regular television and instead only watch pre-recorded material. Not only did it cut out the crappy ads but we would also not be wrapped up in the political drama's. Of course our most important theory was that the government was sending out brainwashing signals through the television. Either way we were happy in our little town doing our regular things. Sure we hoped one day to get out and see the world, but we knew what was televised about it was often dramatisised. The last time we went on a trip was after high school as a little graduation present. We were block heads or regular television watchers at the time and had decided to go to the big city. The reality of the city blew our mind as it was not how it seemed in the media. It was then that we took a vow of pre-recorded bliss and we have never turned back since. Needless to say our mothers found this disturbing.
It was still early and I had already eaten and was ready for work. I had at least a half an hour before I would normally leave and get to work a half and hour earlier than I was meant to. This was the ordinary routine so whenever I had that little bit of extra time I thought. Sometimes if thinking was not interesting enough I would clean or move around the room, but if I was at my worst I would call Megan. She would of course yell at me for waking her up too early in the morning. Megan worked from home making stuffed animals and monsters for her online business and she normally started at eleven. Today was one of those mornings when I would call her.
"Sarah why do you keep calling me at this forsaken hour?" Megan grumbled.
"Because you keep picking up" I explained "and later in the day you find it amusing"
"Screw you!"
"You know I don't swing that way"
"Derrick or Kevin?" Megan sighed.
"I didn't screw them either. But why is it that everyone thinks I think about them?" I was astounded that my last two boyfriends names had been brought up twice within the same day. She had officially ruined my day as I would be thinking about them for the rest of it. "Buddy mentioned them too and now because you've brought it up I'm going to think about them now. I hope I pester you to death about it."
"You saw Buddy?" Megan yawned seeming slightly interested "Its been months since we have seen him"
"I was out early this morning...for a sleep walk and Buddy found me in my pajamas on the road and brought me home."
"Are you alright? Its really cold in my room which means outside is near freezing."
"It was nice and foggy though"
"So what is the problem?"
"No problem, just bored."
"Urgh you wake me up JUST for THAT!" Megan was getting upset. "I was having the nicest dream too and you ruined it."
"Johnny Depp?"
"I hate you!" were the last words I heard before the dial tone.
Instead of staying home more or calling Megan back I decided to head into work earlier than usual. I was unimpressed with what I saw. There was a new load of product that had not been packed on the shelves by the nightfillers. My boss was there and looked to have been on the verge of a nervous breakdown until his eyes met mine. Today was going to be a very bad day.
I was hauling boxes all morning, but on the plus side my boss gave me time and a half pay for it. Of all the items I had to shelve it was tooth brushes. My boss Mr. Gimbet even gave me an awkward pat on the back for it, to which I gave him the biggest disturbed look possible to make sure physical contact did not happen again unless I initiated it. I had made my boss scared which had slightly improved my mood, but my arms were already tired which meant the rest of my day would suck. I then caught sight of Ted who was slowly licking his lips in a suggestive way. The disturbed look on my face turned into a menacing threat and I automatically threw a tube of toothpaste at his head. Unfortunately he caught it and smelt it from the base to its cap.
"Lucious" he said quietly but loud enough for me to hear.
Ted was the biggest sleeze in the store who liked to ruffle my feathers. To be honest though it was a good anger release and I was able to pull a number of pranks on him throughout the day without him identifying me. He had called the prankster a ghost at first but had then moved on to calling it a Trickster which was some kind of demi-god according to this television show called Supernatural. It was one of the next series on the list that Megan and I were going to watch. In any case in this scenario I felt like a Trickster and I revelled in it as in some instances he would get freaked out. Scared even.
The day then didn't get any better. They ran out of my favourite sandwiches at the cafe across the road, I stubbed my toe on a box full of baked beans and I was abused by a customer that thought I was stealing from her purse when I brushed against it to reach for stock higher on the shelf. I was surprised that I could steer my car home by the end of the day. When entered the house everyone was already at the table.
"Are you going to have some dinner?" Mum asked.
I didn't even look in the direction of the table but walked straight up the stairs and flopped on the bed. I was sleepy. But my slumber was interrupted by a thunk to the head.
"Hey wake up!" Megan had been in the house and had snuck up the stairs. From the smell of it she had brought her dinner with her.
"Go away" I twitched as I didn't have the energy to swish my arms at her.
"This is payback for this morning so there is no way I'm going"
"Come back tomorrow. Crappy day that is all your fault. I hate you!"
"Derrick or Kevin?"
"Its not either of them I am just tired from an early morning and extra work."
"Tell me about it"
"Okay...telekinetically through my dreams. Or you can do a mind meld while I'm sleeping" my eyes were closed and I was in the most comfortable position until Megan began pegging beanies at me. Why was it that the cutest toys on the planet could issue the most severe pain?
"I want to hear you whole day and then we will watch some television and then you can sleep"
Although it sounded like a request I knew in any case that I couldn't go against her wishes. She was the most annoying person on the planet and she knew that I hated that about her. When she realised this she decided to use it against me to get what she wanted. I still have not found a way to counter it and we have been friends since we were toddlers.
"I woke up early" I started.
"I gathered that" she interrupted.
"Will you let me tell my story?" there was silence so I rolled over to continue "The Sun wasn't up so I didn't bother looking at the clock. When I looked out the window I saw that it was foggy and soon enough I was outside walking on the road."
"Just thinking" Megan knew my mental capacities all too well.
"I could have swore I was asleep this time, it was just too perfect a scene. The fog was so thick that I couldn't see the road continue in either direction. I thought I was in Heaven, but then Buddy showed up honking his horn at me."
"Ever the gentleman" Megan sighed and rolled her eyes.
"He was headed to work and told me to get in the car all stern like. He scolded me several times and locked me in the car so he could take me home. He then also asked if it was Derrick or Kevin but when I explained that it wasn't about either of them he got kind of protective."
"That's a little weird, he normally laughs at that sort of stuff"
"That is not the weirdest thing he did. He told me if someone was hurting me or I was depressed to let him know."
"I think he is having another breakup problem and is tapping into his emotional side" Megan appeared intrigued by this development. "Let's go see him tonight then."
"Fine bring him over here I'm not moving" I rolled over.
"You still haven't told me the rest of your day yet."
"I had a shower, went to work earlier than usual, got pay and a half for loading shelves of toothpaste that night shift didn't end up doing and got hit on by Ted. Nothing special, just lots more work than usual."
"Oooh tell me about creepy man face dude!" Megan exclaimed.
I told her everything in detail and included all of the little details of the day that I blamed her on for mentioned Derrick and Kevin. She took it as karma siding with her and I stole some of her dinner as payback. Soon enough I was wide awake and we decided to pay our buddy Buddy a visit.
We were surprised to find him answering the door awake.
"Heya Buddy-boy, long time no see!" said Megan wrapping her arms around him in a big hug.
"Megan! Sarah!" he said looking surprised, and very clean, something was up. "What are you doing here?"
"We just thought we would pop by. Sarah told me you saw her this morning and I hadn't seen you in a while. You are looking mighty fine this evening. What's going on?"
Both young women had never seen Buddy like this. He was wearing a tan turtle neck sweater, with a pair of jean and what looked to be a new black leather belt and shoes. His hair looked freshly washed and blow dried which made him look very cosy. This could mean only a few different things, he was engaged, he had family over, or in most likely cases he was trying to get lucky with a pretty girl.
"I have family over. Denise just got engaged."
"Wow your little sister is engaged? To who? When did this happen?" Megan asked but before Buddy could reply she had pushed her way inside and was shouting Denise's name.
"I see Megan hasn't changed" Buddy smiled at Sarah letting her in.
"But I see someone has, nice outfit" I gave Buddy a look over to emphasize my approval.
"I don't like it but Denise bought it for me" Buddy shrugged.
I followed Buddy in through his house to the dining room where the rest of his family and Megan were. Megan was gawking over the ring along with Buddy's mother Charlotte. I was beginning to feel a little uneasy but she smiled and made polite talk until Buddy had introduced her to everyone before finally getting to Denise.
"Sarah its so good to see you" Denise smiled giving me a hug.
"It's been nearly forever" I agreed "so when is the wedding set?"
"Six months from now. I want an autumn wedding" Denise smiled "Have you met Phillip?"
Phillip was a handsome young man with dark hair and the greenest of eyes. He could have been a model...he probably was one, there was no doubt because Denise herself was a model. Denise was a drop dead gorgeous brunette so it only seemed fit that she married someone equally as beautiful. I was sure that Megan was hoping for their first child to be ugly from the look of envy on her face.
"Hi I'm Sarah, one of Buddy's friends" I introduced myself awkwardly.
"Phillip" he replied not seeming as interested, but why would he.
After a toast was vivaciously announced by Charlotte, I snuck away from the crowd and Megan and Buddy quickly followed me up to Buddy's room. For a construction worker Buddy had the tidiest of rooms. All of his clothes were either packed away in draws or cupboards or in a clothing hamper ready to be washed or taken to the cleaners. We all relaxed on the massive bed the way we always used to, lined up leaning against the smooth bed head.
"So have you given Phillip the speech yet?"
"Told him I'd break his nose if he hurt her in any way" Buddy laughed "the look on his face was priceless"
"No doubt its insured" Megan added
"Twenty grand" Buddy laughed again and we both joined in.
"Isn't this weird for you?" Megan asked looking at Buddy "This is your little sister getting married before you."
"I don't think I'll ever marry so it is not really a problem"
"I hope their kid turns out ugly" Megan cursed under her breath and I couldn't help but chuckle "Jealousy doesn't become you Megan."
"Just because you can't find a good looking guy like him" said Buddy in disbelief.
"I just don't get out much" Megan said sourly and looked away "speaking of not getting out much what have you been up to since we last saw each other?"
"Working, hanging out with my cooler friends" Buddy was in the middle so he received two punches simultaneously on both arms. "Ow I'm kidding. I've just been bonding with work mates and mainly coming home early to sleep give me a break."
"Admit it you forgot us!" Megan pouted clearly cut.
"No I didn't"
"I only missed fighting you" I admitted "I've been putting up with verbal sparring for too long"
"Well bring it on" Buddy challenged shuffling his way off the bed and raising his hands like a fighter.
Megan sighed knowing that when Buddy and I fought there was always something that would break. She would have to be the one to referee and make sure things did not go out of hand. It would be extremely embarrassing if the fight made its way to the living room where all of the relatives were.
I got off the bed with a spring in my step. I moved my neck side to side pretending that I was psyching myself up before I raised my clenched fists ready to fight. Soon enough we were both lunging and had out hands on each other. We began grappling in circles trying to change our hold upon one another or knock the other off their feet.
"You've been practicing" Buddy complimented me through his gritted, pearly, white teeth.
"I told you this morning" I replied.
The fighting continued on for at least a half an hour before a close call with lamp shade forced Megan to call it a draw. Both Buddy and I had tried to keep the fighting quiet. If Buddy's grandmother had heard or seen she would have been mortified. If Buddy's Uncle Carl had heard or seen he would have made an inappropriate comment.
We both fell backwards onto the bed trying to catch our breath whilst throwing slaps at each other competitively. Megan whacked Buddy on the head.
"That's for kicking Sarah out of a car this morning" Megan informed him with a grin and Buddy then out of nowhere whacked me in the head.
"That is for being out on the road in the fog this morning" Buddy informed me and I could not reply. "What were you doing out there?"
"Thinking" Megan replied for me in an annoyed voice.
"Well I wish I knew what she was thinking" Buddy spoke to Megan as if I wasn't even there. "It was reckless and dangerous and she could have seriously been hurt if it wasn't me that showed up."
"Why are you all Mr. Protective now?" Megan turned the tables with the question to my relief. "Normally you would just call her an idiot and move on."
"Well I'm not now" Buddy seemed defensive like he was holding onto some secret.
"What happened?" Megan asked.
"Lisa or Genevieve?" I joked as pay back.
"Lisa actually" Buddy admitted sadly "and Denise too."
"Your sister Denise?" Megan asked unsure as Buddy had dated a girl with his sisters name which we thought was wrong on all levels.
"Yeah, she was dating this guy who was completely abusive and it made me worry about her when she ended it because she seemed fine. Most of the time when I saw her alone she was thinking about him. Worrying that she had done something wrong, she looked so terrible. She had lost all of this weight and was really depressed, until she found Phillip. I have never seen her this happy with anyone." This was high praise coming from Buddy. "I tried getting back with Lisa again but she finally told me the truth. She had held back on all of these parts of me that annoyed her. Throughout our whole relationship she was thinking about things that she didn't like about me until she finally burst and broke up with me. She had felt so guilty about it that she was lying when she broke up with me. She told me it was my working hours and that we didn't have enough in common, so it all kind of hit home and got me thinking about how other people are."
"That was such a girl speech" Megan ruined the moment.
"Thank you" Buddy laughed "I haven't had you girls around for so long and all of my estrogen has been let out in one speech. I feel like a man again. Now get in the kitchen woman and make me a sandwich!"
Once more two whacks were delivered simultaneously to Buddy and we laughed. This was our little group. We were all best friends. Even if we had spent years apart we could still come back together as if nothing had ever happened. No one could ever explain it. We had been together since kindergarten and we knew we would all be together until we were old and grey. Nothing could split us apart. Nothing.
~ Hayz
Edited 15th May 2009 - thanks to Gumby!
In the meantime I have vented my convention woes and am feeling better. I'll make those boys pay next convention. Maybe I can plan a trick on them that I can organise with some buddies of mine...or Hub if they are hosting the event. They will pay..muahahaha, muahahahahaha, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!
On the bright side it is getting colder in my house which is working well with this little story I have started. I keep changing/editing the posts though cos the readability ain't that crash hot.
Look at me with my lazy speech...ain't. That is pathetic.
So... The Mountain Road continues
I was hauling boxes all morning, but on the plus side my boss gave me time and a half pay for it. Of all the items I had to shelve it was tooth brushes. My boss Mr. Gimbet even gave me an awkward pat on the back for it, to which I gave him the biggest disturbed look possible to make sure physical contact did not happen again unless I initiated it. I had made my boss scared which had slightly improved my mood, but my arms were already tired which meant the rest of my day would suck. I then caught sight of Ted who was slowly licking his lips in a suggestive way. The disturbed look on my face turned into a menacing threat and I automatically threw a tube of toothpaste at his head. Unfortunately he caught it and smelt it from the base to its cap.
"Lucious" he said quietly but loud enough for me to hear.
Ted was the biggest sleeze in the store who liked to ruffle my feathers. To be honest though it was a good anger release and I was able to pull a number of pranks on him throughout the day without him identifying me. He had called the prankster a ghost at first but had then moved on to calling it a Trickster which was some kind of demi-god according to this television show called Supernatural. It was one of the next series on the list that Megan and I were going to watch. In any case in this scenario I felt like a Trickster and I revelled in it as in some instances he would get freaked out. Scared even.
The day then didn't get any better. They ran out of my favourite sandwiches at the cafe across the road, I stubbed my toe on a box full of baked beans and I was abused by a customer that thought I was stealing from her purse when I brushed against it to reach for stock higher on the shelf. I was surprised that I could steer my car home by the end of the day. When entered the house everyone was already at the table.
"Are you going to have some dinner?" Mum asked.
I didn't even look in the direction of the table but walked straight up the stairs and flopped on the bed. I was sleepy. But my slumber was interrupted by a thunk to the head.
"Hey wake up!" Megan had been in the house and had snuck up the stairs. From the smell of it she had brought her dinner with her.
"Go away" I twitched as I didn't have the energy to swish my arms at her.
"This is payback for this morning so there is no way I'm going"
"Come back tomorrow. Crappy day that is all your fault. I hate you!"
"Derrick or Kevin?"
"Its not either of them I am just tired from an early morning and extra work."
"Tell me about it"
"Okay...telekinetically through my dreams. Or you can do a mind meld while I'm sleeping" my eyes were closed and I was in the most comfortable position until Megan began pegging beanies at me. Why is it that the cutest toys on the planet could issue the most severe pain?
"I want to hear you whole day and then we will watch some television and then you can sleep"
Although it sounded like a request I knew in any case that I couldn't go against her wishes. She was the most annoying person on the planet and she knew that I hated that about her. When she realised this she decided to use it against me to get what she wanted. I still have not found a way to counter it and we have been friends since we were toddlers.
Is sleepy....*yawns* I'll leave it there.
~ Hayz
- Mood:
sleepy
The shower was good. Hot. Soothing. Relaxing. But straight after I wanted to be out in the cold again, on the road. But by now most of the cloud cover was gone. Through my window I could see it and the road. There was light traffic and people starting their morning exercise routine of running or bicycling. I on the other hand had more depressing matters to attend to...my life.
I was one of those ordinary joes in those ordinary jobs that would never to anything extraordinary in their life. In high school I was the most likely person in the grade to get married soon after graduation and be pregnant within the year. Happily though I have proved my fellow students wrong with five years under my belt and a string of ex-boyfriends who would rather not see me again even in passing traffic. Buddy viewed this as some kind of genetic flaw, but I saw it as a gift. When I got sick of them or I knew they were wrong for me I made them hate me to their depth of their foundation so that further contact would never be an option. The first step was spending more time at my dead end job. I worked at a grocery store.
The pay was average but it wasn't like I was going out every weekend to get trashed or anything. Instead I preferred to save my money for new DVD's that were coming out of television programs or movies. My other best friend Megan and I took a vow not to watch regular television and instead only watch pre-recorded material. Not only did it cut out the crappy ads but we would also not be wrapped up in the political drama's. Of course our most important theory was that the government was sending out brainwashing signals through the television. Either way we were happy in our little town doing our regular things. Sure we hoped one day to get out and see the world, but we knew what was televised about it was often dramatisised. The last time we went on a trip was after high school as a little graduation present. We were block heads or regular television watchers at the time and had decided to go to the big city. The reality of the city blew our mind as it was not how it seemed in the media. It was then that we took a vow of pre-recorded bliss and we have never turned back since. Needless to say our mothers found this disturbing.
It was still early and I had already eaten and was ready for work. I had at least a half an hour before I would normally leave and get to work a half and hour earlier than I was meant to. This was the ordinary routine so whenever I had that little bit of extra time I thought. Sometimes if thinking was not interesting enough I would clean or move around the room, but if I was at my worst I would call Megan. She would of course yell at me for waking her up too early in the morning. Megan worked from home making stuffed animals and monsters for her online business and she normally started at eleven. Today was one of those mornings when I would call her.
"Sarah why do you keep calling me at this forsaken hour?" Megan grumbled.
"Because you keep picking up" I explained "and later in the day you find it amusing"
"Screw you!"
"You know I don't swing that way"
"Derrick or Kevin?" Megan sighed.
"I didn't screw them either. But why is it that everyone thinks I think about them?" I was astounded that my last two boyfriends names had been brought up twice within the same day. She had officially ruined my day as I would be thinking about them for the rest of it. "Buddy mentioned them too and now because you've brought it up I'm going to think about them now. I hope I pester you to death about it."
"You saw Buddy?" Megan yawned seeming slightly interested "Its been months since we have seen him"
"I was out early this morning...for a sleep walk and Buddy found me in my pajamas on the road and brought me home."
"Are you alright? Its really cold in my room which means outside is near freezing."
"It was nice and foggy though"
"So what is the problem?"
"No problem, just bored."
"Urgh you wake me up JUST for THAT!" Megan was getting upset. "I was having the nicest dream too and you ruined it."
"Johnny Depp?"
"I hate you!" were the last words I heard before the dial tone.
Instead of staying home more or calling Megan back I decided to head into work earlier than usual. I was unimpressed with what I saw. There was a new load of product that had not been packed on the shelves by the nightfillers. My boss was there and looked to have been on the verge of a nervous breakdown until his eyes met mine. Today was going to be a very bad day.
~ Hayz
I woke up at 4.30am this morning (its now 6.23am) with this sick feeling in my stomach as I thought over this past weekend. I'm not saying that the Convention was bad at all so don't get me wrong. I am just disappointed with myself that I didn't take advantage of the opportunity.
For anyone who went to the event, they would have most likely seen or noticed me as I was one of the girls at the Fanart booth called Three Wicked Monkeys. My sisters had made wonderful Supernatural artworks for the event. First off let me thank all those who bought our prints and badges and spoke to us. All of the comments were much appreciated by my sisters and I. One woman in particular Caz who is a LiveJournal member loved our booth and hung out with us a lot which was cool!
Being that we had a booth the majority of the time we spent behind the table rather than walking around. We did take turns going into the auditorium and watching the actors talk. My sisters were gracious enough to let me go to whole of both of the Jared sessions. Tara told me the other day that she didn't see Jared in person for the entire weekend which made me feel bad.
Anyway...I came to the event because for one I love Supernatural, two Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles and Mischa Collins were coming and three I would get to meet the Oz Con Chicks (who pretty much got the event started by finding Hub Productions to hold the Con) and my SNOZ (Supernatural Australia forum) friends. I got to meet a lot of them and it was fantastic.
The responsibility of taking care of a stall sucked. We had to keep two people at the table the whole time. During the time where autographs and photos were taken with the stars we were our busiest. At one point when it died down I snuck a peak at the stars like a snoop and Jared looked up, to which I hurriedly looked away embarrassed, but the rest of the time I was making sure that everything was being taken care of. We were making badges on the day and cutting them out behind the booth. We sold out of the popular ones quickly and were unable to make a lot more the next day because our printer ranout of ink at 9pm the night before. So essentially we stayed at the stall.
On Sunday it was a little better as Hub began screening the talks outside on the monitors so we all could see, but it still isn't the same.
I got my friend Kylz to give the stars all of the artworks and some keyrings I made. Mischa was absolutely stoked by the drawing Tara did of Castiel, he was completely blown away by the detail. Jared too was really happy about them thought Tara's evil Sam and Natalies drawing of him from a photoshoot was amazing. Jensen on the other hand was disturbed...but I think it was in a good way. Tara did and evil Dean picture and Natalie another photoshoot picture of him laughing, so I think he found them different from ordinary fan works and with my keyring he was also a little freaked out.
(I'll post up the pictures later. I have to ask my sisters first and Tara has not put the Castiel one on the net yet as it was a last minute artwork, but if you go on deviant art you can probably find them all. aqueous-transmission.deviantart.com/gall
Anyway Kylz and a whole bunch of other SNOZ buddies and other fans told them to come out and see us. And this is where I start to hate myself. I got my hopes up. The stars told them that they would. I know they are busy people and they can't remember anything but I got my hopes up and was shut down. So now I feel sick with disappointment.
Tp make matters worse at the end of the event Hub were selling more autograph opportunities with Jared and Jensen at the end of the day. But I thought they would come and see us when it was over so I let the other fans buy them as there was a massive crowd. But they left bang on 6pm. They could have came one by one when the others had their talk sessions as everyone was in the auditorium when the talks were on leaving only the Hub people and my sisters and I outside. But they were jetlagged and were probably resting in the green room. I should have got my friends to suggest that to them when they went to the morning tea session. I know they reminded them again to go out and see us which again got my hopes up *knocks myself on the head*
Tara and Natalie did however speak to actress Daneel Harris (Jensen's girlfriend) when she came to the stall. But I missed out as I was giving a friend his posters that he left at the stall. My sister told me that I didn't miss anything. Tara said that they didn't even recognise that it was her until people began asking for photos with her. I did see her though but didn't want to bother her for a photo *knocks head again becasue of a missed opportunity*
Towards the end of the talk session with Jared and Jensen my sisters noticed a man with a microphone standing outside one of the doors to the auditorium. They thought he looked like Mischa...and it actually was him. Natalie's friend Sam was sitting right by him at the doors and was freaking out telling Natalie to come but he was already on stage by then for the charity auction. Once again a missed opportunity for my sisters.
So yeh...right now I am kicking myself.
Overall though meeting other fans was fun. I enjoyed the talks I got to see and have bought Hub's DVD. I still got to see the stars live, even if it was from a distance like I am sure for many other fans. I also got a vendors and staff pass which had pictures of the boys on it which was a cool keepsafe and we even made a profit at the event with plenty of prints, keyrings and badges left over.
The only critique for the event was that they should have been playing music outside as people lined up for photo's and autographs to liven up the atmosphere a bit. Apparently Carissa from Hub was saying that when she talked to the boys afterwards she said something along the lines of "I spoke to them after and they said that they had fun but next time we did the event we should do this and this and this.." she then deeply sighed looking exhausted as apparently the recession is making it difficult to hold events, so she unsure whether she will do it again. At least we know they want to come back.
And if they do I'll make sure my sisters and I see the boys!
~ Hayz
- Location:Sydney
- Mood:
disappointed
I suppose I should start by explaining the name of my journal. It not only has to do with my nickname, but also this kind of philosophy I have when it comes to life. The World of Eternal Hayz is not really about my life, but more so about my minds life. What it thinks, how it grows. A lot of the time I am just confused, so I thought I should start by writing this out as a story.
I find writing relaxing and any practicing I get writing is beneficial to me.
So...here goes.
THE STORY (I'll figure out a title later)
I was standing there in the cold before sunrise. The road was pitch black and slick with wet from the rain with only the two yellow lines marking out its trail up to the mountains. Not that I could see any mountains, but I knew they were there. This was my road. This was where I was at my happiest. All I could see was the trees closest to the side of the road which would fade into the thick fog until all you could see was grey.
I looked in both directions to see that the yellow lined road disappears. I am completely alone and this was how I liked it. I kicked at a lonesome rock in the center of a shallow pool of water and rub my arms. It is freezing, but I find it strangely comforting. I could feel the moisture of the fog clinging to my skin.
It was quiet. Serene even. There on the road, surrounded by the fog, all alone. There was no breeze, nor the sound of insects or animals moving. It was almost as if I was in my own little paradise, sitting on my cloud in the heavens. Although it was strange that I considered a disappearing road for a heaven. Most people would view this as the first signs of a mental breakdown, but I viewed it as a peaceful realisation of uncertainty. I would have to make a choice, which was not foreign to anyone. I would have to choose between one direction or the other. I knew where they would head, I knew this road like the back of my hand, but what I didn't know was what would happen when I got to where I was going.
There was a beep of a horn, which jolted me and the flash of lights reinforced that I was no longer alone. I sigh knowing exactly who it was and that this definitely was not Heaven. A head popped out of the drivers side window.
"You sleep walking or something?" smirked Buddy one of my best friends.
I had forgotten to change out of my pajamas. A normal person would have covered themselves, but in my long pants and singlet shirt I did not care. Buddy was wearing his trucker cap which meant that he was headed out to work.
"I was having a nice dream until you showed up" I looked out again to the disappearing road.
"I'll take you home" it wasn't a question and his head went back into the car.
I slumped my shoulders knowing that there was no way he was going to leave me there and got into the car. He looked at me like I was some kind of idiot.
"You look wet. You must have been out here for over an hour" he was scolding me now whilst taking off his parker. He chucked it at me, clearly I was in big trouble.
"You know if your parents find me returning you like this they are going to kill me."
"You don't have to return me. I'll walk."
I proceeded to open the car door but he locked it. I knew that if I tried to fight to unlock the door things would not end pretty. That was how I received the broken nose of 2000 and the dreaded sliced arm of 2002. That last one really hurt and left a scar.
"Hurry up and put it on or your going to get sick" Buddy barked as he put the car in gear.
His jacket was extremely warm and smelt like timber. Buddy built houses as a part of the family business. He was extremely tall and the work had made him both strong and lean. I hugged his warm work jacket enjoying the smell of freshly cut wood.
"Seat belt!" he barked again and I quickly obeyed.
It was not often enough that I saw him. The majority of the time he was out of town which was where most of the work was. When he would get home he would be so tired that the only action he could perform was shoveling food into his mouth before crashing on his bed in the deepest of slumbers. I had once been at his house to watch this happen. His parents had gone out of town and had given me a key so I could feed their cat Chuckles knowing that Buddy would be home late and forget.
"What were you doing out there at this time of day?" he asked clearly annoyed that I was not all reacting to his annoyance.
"I couldn't sleep"
"And you think walking around at four in the morning is what you should do. Watch some TV, read a book, exercise or something. At least change out of your pajamas."
"Wait its four in the morning?"
"Don't change the subject or lie to me"
"I was thinking"
"Your always thinking" he snorted and then sighed at my silence before continuing "what about this time? Derrick? or was it Kevin?"
"Not about loser ex-boyfriends which you know are off topic. You know the rule, I do not discuss my love life with the likes of you, traitor."
"I was fourteen and it was the one time!"
"You did it three times and that was when the rule was created."
"And once again you have changed the topic. What were you thinking about?"
"Oh look I'm home." I stressed out the words to emphasise the topic was closed.
My house emerged through the fog. The front light was on which was a good sign that my parents were not awake. A hand stopped me from unlocking my door.
"If you are depressed or someone has done something bad to you, you can tell me okay" Buddy's eyes were intent on mine.
"If we hung out more you would know I am not depressed...I'm just eccentric" I replied matter-of-factly as I took his jacket off.
"Keep it, I got another in the back" Buddy said as he let go of my hand.
"The door is five meters away. I'm not going to freeze by the time I get to the door. I'll hop straight into the shower and I'll be fine."
"If you get sick you are heading for a beating"
"It's been a while maybe I should get sick and see how things turn out."
"You'll lose."
"I've been practicing."
"You'll lose."
"I've still got time to practice and besides your late for work."
Buddy looked at his watch and pushed me out of the car as soon as the door was open. He then sped out of the driveway just as the Sun came up. The start of a new day, but to me it felt all the same.
~ Hayz
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