Sonnet L

For love, and freedom.

There are chains that bind you in a way I
cannot affect. I see the pain they bring
you and I wish that I could help you fly,
But only you can free yourself. You cling
To adolescent hopes that cannot change
Your ever-darkening situation.
You try to pick the lock with calm exchange
But reason here is useless. Oppression
Tortures you with whips of fire. Your wings
Are bound with strength so great you cannot trust
That all will be resolved alone. Some things
Take your own will to find freedom. You must
Break free, my bird. Your strength can do no wrong.
Break free, my bird, and sing your victor song.

Sorry if I Cussed

OOOk. So I just posted two English sonnets, and there are more to come, but for now I want to tell you about this ridiculous and highly embarrassing scenario I was forced to endure last night. It was torturous. And did I mention embarrassing.
I went to dance, and I hadn't changed into my dance clothes yet, so, yes. I was in civilian clothes. I opened up my bag, expecting to find my dance stuff, but lo and behold, there was none! Arg! I groaned and complained to my dance acquaintance about having forgotten my dance stuff again like an idiot and asked her if she had any extra tights or something that I could wear, and she did not. So I scrounged around in the Lost and Found and eventually had to ask her (acquaintance) if I could wear her pants that she had on, as they were stretchy. She let me wear them after a rather lengthy warning about how they would be too small and I said I know, but give them to me anyway.
I went into the studio, and of course it just happened to be Parent Viewing Week (parents and the like can come watch all the classes and scrutinize us) so my acquaintance's, who I will refer to as NP, mother was there. Her mother is very competitive and is currently hating my guts because I got the lead part in our show and her daughter didn't.
Anyway, so I was standing at the barre in NP's pants and her mom suddenly pounces on me and says "NP doesn't want you wearing those pants." Like, she says this harshly and rudely and abruptly in front of the whole class. And both my teacher and I were thinking whaaaaaaaaaaaat?And then she said it again. Like once wasn't enough. The more humiliation the better, right? So I said, "Oh," and felt my face fill up with redness.
I was mortified.
Just for a little background information, NP and I both had a pair of pants stolen, so as if NP's mom wasn't crazy enough as it was, she is now super-paranoid about NP's pants.
So not only did I have to take off NP's stupid pants that she let me wear, but since I obviously had nothing else, I had to wear a costume. It wasn't even mine. It was this pink sparkly thing that was way too big in the boobs and had me flashing my bra left right and centre. And I didn't have tights, and I have dry skin and I needed to shave. Not cool.
So I did two and half hours of dance class in a stupid costume with her mom sitting there with a scowl on her face all the while, and she left the room for a little bit and NP just so happened to want to get her water bottle out of her bag, which took about ten minutes. No doubt she was being murdered by her nutcase of a parent.
Like, did she think I was going to walk out of the place wearing NP's pants? Why would I do that? Not only were they too small for me, but I had pants stolen from me as well. I am obviously not the thief, as I wouldn't frame myself. And if I just so happened to forget that I was wearing NP's pants and made to leave while wearing them, I'm sure NP would have reminded me. It wouldn't have surprised me at all if her psycho mom searched my bag.
My dance teacher was appalled and after they left, all she could say was what the Hell. In fact, she was going on about it to my mom today, who came to watch me. I was the last to leave, and as I was leaving my teacher said it was good my mom showed up and showed her face, to tell NP's mom to screw off. That pretty much just sums it up.
Screw off, Tracy.
Psycho bitch.

Sonnet G

For sarcasm.

Young woman, you are strong in all that you
do and are truly the epitome
of humour. I know you will continue
To make the world a happy place to be.
Your words flow like a river from your mouth,
And yet they are as dry as desert sand.
Although the way you speak can be uncouth,
We know your words are lofty and are manned
With laughter, joy and cheer upon the mind.
You cut us up, point out our flaws, and yet
We know you are using a unique kind
Of humour many a folk do not get.
Continue bringing little things to life
With irony that cuts us like a knife.

Sonnet C

For a music man.

Noble sir, it tortures me the way you
Pull upon the reins of a horse so vain.
You cannot undo trained ineptitude;
This stubborn beast will only cause you pain.
You force yourself to try and match its strength
Yet all you can produce is vengeful strife.
You push your might to many a great length;
The length you've yet to push is but your life.
However hard you press you ought not try
For trying only reaps your needless grief.
Let not the horse run free, nor make it die
For these endeavours shall not yield relief.
You must let this dark horse fall on itself.
Let it bring its own death to save your health!

Loyal

Ah, the art of procrastination. I continue to be a master of it.
So, at this rate, my essay will never be written and it will be my own fault that I fail. I will probably end up doing everything but my essay until around eight tonight, where I'll force myself into the abyss of nothingness that is writing an essay, to return sometime in the very early morning to the real world, where I will look back upon my writing and think goodness, that abyss was ruining my writing skills.
Abyss. Abyss! Abyss is such a strange word, isn't it? It's as if when you look at it there are no vowels, for by the time you reach the end of the word, the double consonants overpower the initial A and it just reminds you of a gibberish sort of thing. Abyss. It even looks a little like you spelled "abs" wrong. The more I look at it, the stranger it seems!
Alas, do not all words have this outrageous little quirk? Do they not all seem to morph into some senseless bundle of incomprehensible symbols when you stare at them and analyze them and simply think too hard about them? I do this all the time. I look too deeply at things we usually take for granted.
Like reading, for instance. How unbelievable is it?I mean, really, a bunch of lines and dots and things take on a special meaning in our brains because it was brainwashed into us at a young age. This group of shapes put in this order with this shape at the end of the sequence equals this subject in the physical world, or maybe that subject, depending on how you interpret it. It's wild! It's just lines and dots. These symbols can bring tears to our eyes and smiles to our lips and embarrassment to our cheeks. It never ceases to amaze me.
Not only does all of this happen, but how does it happen? How is it a lump of tissue in my head can make me understand all sorts of little things on a sheet of paper, and even understand what a sheet of paper is, and make me who I am and make me even type this? How is it I recognize things? How do I do anything, really? The brain is a fascinating thing, and questions are being answered. But we can't ever really truly answer them. Just what is a nerve ending? What is an impulse? What separates us from anyone else? Atoms are made up of mostly empty space. Ours is a world of emptiness. It's crazy to think about. It unfathomable in my eyes. How people can even begin to try tackling the universe is beyond me.
The universe is truly an abyss.
And know what else is strange? How accepting the world is, as unacceptable as it may seem. People claim not to accept certain people into their group or their own little universe and whatnot, they may claim to really hate someone or the things they do, but if they truly cared enough about what they deemed unacceptable, would they not rid themselves of it? Like, say, if you realllly did not like that person's haircut over there, so much that it made you want to look away, would you not go over to them and shave it off? I mean, obviously this is not socially acceptable. Ah, but there is that word again. And there is my acceptance-is-about-self theory again. You would rather be accepted by society by not shaving a random person's hair off than have that person be accepted by you. Deep down though, if you don't accept something, like a hairdo, don't you wish it had just never been created, so that you wouldn't have to reject it? Well, it has been created, so somewhere in your rejection you want to "kill" whatever it is you reject. To make yourself happy you would go get rid of that hairdo, but the world keeps you from doing so, and you don't object.
Human are funny creatures.
Another strange word is loyal. Loyal. Gosh. I don't even have to look at it for very long for it to become strange and unreal, in a way. It must be hard to learn English, what with all us mumblers around.
I end this post with an ellipses, because there will always be some parts of this train of thought that are left out.
And my essay, I suppose, no longer seems so abysmal, but rather like my teacher described it: like being stuck in a wet paper bag. So into the bag I go.

This Post is Really Not Important

Oooooooooookayyy! Now you can read my old posts if you want, which I doubt you do, but I permit you nonetheless. Like you needed my permission.
I edited them so that they were somewhat better, and I hope you can deal with my crappiness. I deleted a few of them and my blog feels incredible shrunken and tiny. My blog has shrinkage. Haha.
Anyway, I even deleted one of the more recent ones, the one about Fever, because a scary thought crossed my mind that I would really rather not share. My thoughts scare me more than the real world does in almost every scenario I've encountered thus far.
So, since I'm wasting time and filling up space and blogging about nothing and probably diverting people from my blog, I'll end this day with...a question mark, because I work later and who knows what could happen there!

Go Back to Your Six String

What is this? It's as if every guitar player these days has this misconception that if a bass line is not loud and obnoxious and complicated it's not good. Not only that, but they seem to think that if you do make it loud and obnoxious and complicated it is good.
This is not the case!
First off, where does this even come from? Does a slappy bass line equal talent in these people's uninformed minds? Slapping and plucking is easy. It just takes a little bit of aggression on the bassist's part. Don't get me wrong, I love slapping and plucking. It sounds cool, it is fun. However, it is not the only thing you can do on a bass.
Mellow bass lines can sound so cool. Just simple, calm notes can really make a song. And sometimes just really simple ones are all you need, to pull the song together and give a thump, you know? Bass solos, as well, do not have to be ridiculous! Solos can totally rock without being stupidly slappy.
Plus, most of the time, when a guitarist decides to pick up a bass and spank it, what he believes to be cool slapping and plucking is actually just annoying. And loud. And obnoxious. And it lacks everything that defines good bass playing.
Man. Guitarists simply need to learn that they are, in fact, guitarists and not bassists, and that if they do decide to pick up a bass, to shut up with spanking it and actually play it.

Old Posts = Bad Posts (as in don't read them)

I was just looking over all my old, old posts, and even those not really so old, and I realise how much I can change in a little while. I really have changed. Don't read my old posts. they're dumb.
And right now my dumb cat that is more like a dumb dog is sitting on my lap, covering my in hair and drooling all over the place! Does anybody else's cat drool? Am I the only one who has to suffer through cat saliva leaking all over your already hair-encased garments? Goodness! My cats are so dumb.
OK. I should really be going to bed, because I have dance in the morning because my crazed dance teacher doesn't know when to call it a snow day.

just thought I would throw in a picture of my beast. Little Clara.

To my Ghosts

Gollllllllllly it's been a while. I haven't been on the computer in a while.
I finally succumbed to getting an iPod. What am I saying succumbed? I've wanted an iPod for a while, but it's just such a typical thing to have hanging from your ears, you know?
Anyway, so I got an iPod. I got a shuffle because I don't need a billion songs or videos or whatever else it is technology has to offer in order to further handicap our social skills and I like the convenience of it. Plus it's cheap.
My stupid failure of a computer took like an hour to get thething connected and functional, and when iTunes finally started working it wouldn't play my files, which took me about another half hour to figure out. Goodness. Eventually, after my computer decided it was ready to put music into my fresh little gadget, I disconnected it from the computer and accidentally dropped it on the floor, where I rolled over it with my computer chair with a deafening crunch and a dramatic spewing of iPod ingredients about my feet.
Ha ha, just kidding. But I did accidentally drop it on the floor.

In less exciting news, my nonsexual love and I went to go see Quantum of Solace, and some of it was confusing because we failed to see Casino Royale before, but it was a good movie. Filled with wonderful mindless violence, explosions, gunfights and everything else action film, just my kind of thing. Plus there is always the actor-with-the-ridiculously-perfect-and-supremely-hot-body perk.
Good show!
Plus it was with Katelyn so it was much more entertaining than it would have been with, say, my aunt Kim.
Ooh, this is bringing back weird memories and such of my cousin Garrett.
Anyway! OK. I totally forget where I was going with this, but whatever. I should be going to bed soon anyway. Hm. I just thought of how my music teacher gave me another sesame snap today and it made me want some sesame snaps. I'll have to buy some tomorrow.
Good night, ghosts.

A long conversation with my soulmate

The following is my nonsexual love Katelyn. I love her dearly. This is sort of my post dedicated to her.
She lives in the moment, you know?


What is your name?
katelny
Have you ever had a pet fish?
yes i overfed it and it died
Do you have any weird friends?'
i dont have any normal friends
Are you slowly drifting away from someone close?
yes.. very unfortunate
When will be your next kiss?
i donno i dont plan ahead
Who was the last person you gave up on?
i dont give up...hehe
what do you want in your life right now?
bed
whats your favorite thing to have on your bed?
me sleeping
do you tend to make relationships complicated?
hm
what is the last thing someone bought you?
milkshake :) i love you callie
when you sleep do you dream about heroin addicts?
all the time

i don't expect you to be entertained by the following.

Katelyn = katelyn
neon = me


Katelyn says:
hedd
neon says:
HEAD
neon says:
i ave a head
Katelyn says:
i have one to
neon says:
why, that EXCELLENT neews!!!!!!!!![
Katelyn says:
i know
neon says:
we must tell the president!
neon says:
the good one, i eman
Katelyn says:
ok
neon says:
dear mr obama president sir your honour
neon says:
my friend atelyn has a head!
neon says:
sincerely yours,
neon says:
callie mcintsoh
Katelyn says:
lol
Katelyn says:
wonderful
Katelyn says:
i cou.ldnt have done it better myself
neon says:
exellent
neon says:
oh, and in mr obamas greeting i forgot to meniotn beacon of hope
neon says:
dear mr obama presidnet beacon of hope shinging light sir youhighness you honour sir
Katelyn says:
lol
Katelyn says:
your a idiot
neon says:
"a idiot" with good grammar at least
Katelyn says:
lol
Katelyn says:
shut up


neon says:
i like em big
neon says:
i like em CHUNKAYY
Katelyn says:
YEAS!
Katelyn says:
i have to go to bed because if i dont i will go into a coma and die
Katelyn says:
then i will never be alive again
Katelyn says:
and i dot want to die
Katelyn says:
so im going to bed
neon says:
can you sleep in jeans?
nope i wanrt pajaamas
neon says:
what is awnrt
neon says:
wanrt*
Katelyn says:
want
Katelyn says:
hehe
neon says:
oh
neon says:
lol
neon says:
night my love
Katelyn says:
goog night
neon says:
i mean, DONT LEAVE
neon says:
i LIVE you
Katelyn says:
lol
Katelyn says:
HIS BODY IS GOD!
neon says:
oh legless one
neon says:
YESYESOHYES

neon says:
iyt is indeed.
neon says:
anway
neon says:
go to sleep you fooli
neon says:
you fiend
Katelyn says:
isnt that note kinda of depeessing
neon says:
you fiesty little fox
Katelyn says:
?
neon says:
rayer
neon says:
meeeeeeeeow
Katelyn says:
lol
neon says:
lol
Katelyn says:
FINE
neon says:
sorry i got carried away
neon says:
there
neon says:
depressing?
neon says:
how do you mean
Katelyn says:
i mean i sound depressied
neon says:
im putting choice pieces of it on my blog
neon says:
oh
neon says:
yes
neon says:
kind of a little bit sad
neon says:
your bit about madagascar confused me at first
neon says:
lol
Katelyn says:
lol
Katelyn says:
i just left that from rachel
Katelyn says:
i was too lazy to change it
Katelyn says:
and the last movie i saw was madagascar
Katelyn says:
so
Katelyn says:
yes
Katelyn says:
i love you
Katelyn says:
my darling
Katelyn says:
i want
Katelyn says:
you
Katelyn says:
forever
Katelyn says:
and ever
neon says:
ohhhhhhhhh yes.
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
neon says:
yes!
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
anver
Katelyn says:
and ver
Katelyn says:
and efcer
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
and ever
Katelyn says:
amver
Katelyn says:
ok
neon says:
amver?!?!??
Katelyn says:
byer
neon says:
chocolatayer
Katelyn says:
its only a dolae
neon says:
hahaha
Katelyn says:
oh man i need to go to bed
neon says:
yes, yes you do.
neon says:
so good night my love.
Katelyn says:
doller
Katelyn says:
dollar!!!
neon says:
chunky/
Katelyn says:
big
neon says:
huge
Katelyn says:
gihuge
neon says:
go to bed
Katelyn says:
FINE

Harness the Goodness that must Surely Exist

Whyy doo peoplee usee doubllee letterss likee thiis all the ttimee? It looks ridiculous. It's one of those stupid trends that I hate and shall ever succumb to. I don't succumb to most trends, actually, but especially not that one!
And computer trends are the worst! Really, being trendy shouldn't matter anyway, but being trendy online is pushing it. It doesn't matter if your msn name "fits in" with the other msn names. Uh-oh, the trendy msn names won't accept me! Whatever shall I do? Grow up and find something to occupy your time with. Goodness. If you're accepted by the people you wish to be accepted by, than an msn name shouldn't change that. If it does, find new people who aren't so...how do you say...ludicrously demanding, perhaps? Ridiculously over-the-top? Annoyingly preoccupied with self?
For that's what it's really all about, isn't it? Trends, fitting in, all that jazz--it's about yourself. Such people do not wish to fit in for the sake of their "friends", nor for the sake of anyone else for that matter. They simply wish to fit in because if they don't, they fear that they will be alone or a loser or an outcast or something of the like. All they care for is their own "happiness" and desires. They can guarantee "companionship" if they dress a certain way or watch certain things or bully certain people or even type their display name a certain, "cool" way.
Little do they know that genuine people who could care less about that crap are right around the corner, awaiting your revelation.
I fall under the category of not giving a crap. I make a point to be different than everyone else, in fact. I'm not one of those annoying, equally-as-self-centred-as-the-trendy-folk "alternative" dressers who is actually the same as every other "alternative" dresser (chucks, metal accessories, studded clothes/belts, dyed black hair, lots of make up, etc). Those people are also trendy in their own way. I just wear what I like, and act how I am. I don't act differently around different people or sacrifice my morals for the sake of acceptance. Acceptance is hardly worth changing yourself for, as it is all fleeting.
Chasing after the wind.
The whole world is fleeting. All the world cares for is superficial, material things--attractiveness, wealth, success--but it's all meaningless in the long run. What happened to being a moral person? What happened to religion? Where have all the real people gone? Sincerity has seemingly vanished. Those who remain sincere are few and far between, and seldom find each other.
In the end, what everyone wants is acceptance, if not by the trend-following sheep, than by your work, your family, your neighbourhood--the world. But that's all the world really is, isn't it? Just a world. And i don't like to cuss, but it is a world full of shit. It is, you know it is. If you don't you really are eating it up (which relates to a cartoon that will soon be on my other blog, but i digress). Ignorance can be bliss, but what good has bliss done for you, other than keep you from knowing how things really are? Acceptance, as I've said, is about self. So if it's all about acceptance, it's all about self then, isn't it? Everyone cares about themselves, it is a fact. I do too. But when you are all you care about, when you are your own obsession, as is the case for so many of us, something has indeed taken a turn for the worse.
That is not to say I have no hopes for the world. I hope that one day, we will all learn to find salvation in God, and he will be able to truly demonstrate his might and ability to bring people together in love and peacefulness. One day His day will come, and I eagerly await Him. I know that there is goodness in this world. We just need to find it.

England Photos...Lots of Them

hallo again. I know it's still today. Pfft. Obviously. That was a stupid thing to say.

Anyway, just thought I would put a few choice pictures of mine from England up in here for my friends. If there's anyone else who reads this, well, you can enjoy them too, I suppose. Haha.

Also, I don't understand why some of them are so far apart, but I don't care enough the change that.

Yes, I know it's old news

Oh my goodness. It has been a while since I blogged! I have been meaning to so much. I started to yesterday, but my computer was being all screwy and whatnot so it didn't happen.
Anyway! So this is oldish news, but
OBAMA WON!
Yayyyyyyyy!
I was so happy when I found out. This is incredible! I still can't get over it. I'm living through our future's history. It's incredible. I just can't even describe how much it means to me, and how much it must mean to everyone else, considering I'm not even an American. Oof! Best news I've heard in a while! I'm thrilled! This exciting and invigorating and unique! It is a first, and hopefully not a last. Obama was truly the superior candidate. I'm glad I kept up on this
election.
In much less global and interesting news, at my dance class tonight my ex showed up. He just waltzed in and said he was "looking around". Hmm. It was unusual and very unexpected, and a little awkward considering that as soon as I broke up with him he started badmouthing me and here he was, watching me prance around in my tight little dance outfit. He left after a few minutes and there was mutual relief among us.
In even less intersting news (yes, there is such a thing), I bought new strings for my bass. Finally. My other strings were so dead and blah. They sounded terrible. Awful. Horrific, even! Ah, but now the sweet sound of fresh nickel rings pleasantly in my ear every time I plug in. It's a nice sharp, clear sound, compared to that awful muffled roundness I was getting from my very old, very exhausted strings.
I was jsut about to say good night, but I remembered that I just revived my vocal lessons again today!
Oh, Velma. She's such a sweet woman, and a fabulous teacher. I improved considerably in only half an hour. Of course, I was rusty and not really up to my standards, but there was improvement nonetheless. Velma Cook, you are a doll! An extremely talented fiend.
Goooooooooood night!

I Love You, Mom

Because of your birth, a young man needed not endure the entirety of his life without finding a true love.

Because of your birth, the ground has been blessed with two perfect feet that step with confidence and assuredness.
Because of your birth, the wind has been blessed with the chance to blow your blond hair about, creating wisps of unique beauty.
Because of your birth, the eyes of the world have been blessed to gaze upon your genuine smile.
Because of your birth, the needy have been blessed by your sincere and continual generosity.
Because of your birth, the sorrowful have been blessed by your uplifting spirit and words of support and kindness.
Because of your birth, the preyed upon have been served justice.
Because of your birth, your children have been blessed with a mother like no other, whose heart is in all she does and whose thoughts are insightful.
Because of your birth, the world has been blessed.
Today we celebrate your birth, an event indeed worth celebrating.
You are a vibrant, caring woman, whom I love and am eternally thankful for.

Happy Birthday, Mama.

CH-beware, it's contagious

Goodness! It has been over a month since I have posted to nobody about my escapades.
Well, in October I went to England. Hoooo! What a good time that was. I went for only a week, I'm afraid, and even more unfortunately, the trip was very "touristy" overall. I would have much rather just gone and experienced it for what it is rather than seeing the sights and flashing photos and wearing the ugliest, smallest matching backpacks with everyone else on the trip that you could ever imagine. Well, perhaps they weren't that ugly, but they were ugly nonetheless.
Alright. So. In England, we had many adventures, and despite my disgust at tourists (whether it is I or someone else who is touring), I rather enjoyed myself. We went to London, and it has such old, magnificent buildings all over the place. I loved looking at the architecture and as absurd as this may seem, I also rather liked feeling the old stone and walls and such. It made the buildings more real to me, I suppose. We saw all the sights one is supposed to see: Buckingham Palace, Windsor Castle, London Tower, Westminster Abbey--but what I enjoyed the most was when we simply had free time to roam the city for an hour or so. I usually went with my brother when we wandered, and we both ditched the backpacks so as to blend in and not be labeled as sickeningly touristy tourists. I love the cobbled streets and twisty-turny markets.
We also visited Bath for a day, seeing of course the Abbey there and the Roman Baths. My brother and I wandered a little too far and got lost for a short time, but we managed to swing on by the coach bus just in the nick of time.
Stonehenge is not as thrilling as they make it out to be.
Our hotel was "dodgy", as our Tour Director Gavin would say. Everyone else (eg. Collingwood Hicks, all of whom suffered from Collingwood Hickism) called it "sketch" and the name for our week there was "Sketch is the Word". It was sketchy, though. Really shady and dirty. It was a cheap hotel with pink walls, unchanged sheets, hairy bathtubs and all-around disorganisation. The Continental breakfast was horribly bland.
I liked taking the tube around. It was a good experience and I can now confidently negotiate my way around London's subway system, something most Collingwood Hicks would be proud of, but which I am merely stating. It's just a stupid subway, after all.
I had a lot of fun on this trip, I really enjoyed being surrounded by accents and the lingo worked it's way into my writing quite a bit while I was there. It's very cute to look back on that writing and see all the uppity British slang wriggling next to the casual Canadian slang. I made some new friends, met some babalicious men and learned a lot about the history that I don't much care about, but was valuable regardless.
While I was there, I was desperately missing my best friend and nonsexual love, Katelyn. I was alone in my hotel room, an atrociously atypical girl surrounded by supremely typical girls with nothing on their minds but having perfect hair and backstabbing. I so longed for Katelyn's companionship, I cried a little. I wrote her a sappy love letter. I wanted her to be there so bad! I didn't realise how much I do indeed love her until I was without her. However, I made the best of my situation and hung out with my brother and some people he knew. I was happy, but I could have been happier (I love you Katelyn!).
I also really missed my dog.
Anyway, when the time came to leave, I didn't much want to, and wrote about my longing to remain in London in my writing book. I captured it well. I was truly unhappy to leave, but I'm also glad to be home with my family and friend and dog. And the cats too, although I have a different relationship with them than with the dog. I'm a t peace with leaving London, and Collingwood still sucks. Everyone here still suffers from Collingwood Hickism (CH), surrounded by their quaint little bubbles that will more than likely never be popped.
I feel for you, Hicks. I do.
Thankfully, I've never been limited by a bubble, and I can't wait to get out of this crap town and get a life.
What else?
Hm.
Oh yeah!
I went to Wonderland yesterdayyyyyyy! Woot! That was also a lot of fun! We didn't get a chance to go last year for some reason, so this was my first time back in a while. The last time we went, Paramount still owned it, and we went during Fearfest, which is just Wonderland but Halloween-y and spooky. It was reasonably spooky.
But now that Paramount doesn't own it any more, all the ride names have changed, which isn't a big deal, and Fearfest has changed to Halloween Haunt, and it's WAY better. That's what we went to, obviously, as yesterday was Halloween.
It's a night, from 7-12-ish. Very spooky indeed. My brother's girlfriend almost made one of the actors who would come up to you and scare you at the entrance laugh because of the face she gave him. He smirked and had to turn away. One of the actors came up behind me and I knew he was there, and I turned around to look at him, and he made this ridiculous noise at me which I guess was supposed to be frightening, but it really wasn't. It was hilarious. It was this high-pitched squeaky screech thing and all three of us (my brother, his girlfriend and I) all started laughing our heads off. I imagine he was embarrassed and turned away. It was sooo funny. He did a bad job of scaring me.
But that was not always the case! The park was very spooky indeed, with lighting effects and decorations and dry ice and scary music and such. It was definitely very well done, the atmosphere was realistic and impressive. The Mountain looked particularly good with the moving spotlight.
Oh, Wonderland is a huge amusement park by the way, for those who don't know. I think it's the biggest in Canada.It used to be Paramount Canada's Wonderland and a lot of rides were named after movies, but they sold it so now it's just Canada's Wonderland and the ride names are different. Well, the movie ones are, anyway.
The newest ride is the Behemoth, which truly is behemoth. It's SO HUMONGOUS it's hardly believeable. It's the biggest coaster in Canada, and it greatly surpasses Darian Lake (or Six Flags)'s Superman. The drop is so steep it's craziness! And there are six drops in total. While the average roller coaster takes about 5-10 seconds to go up the initial hill, the Behemoth takes 30. 30. That's a big difference. I wanted to go on it sooo bad, but we didn't get the chance and the lineup was ridiculous. Next year, next year. It looks so fun! The other roller coasters don't cut it any more. I want a bigger thrill.
So, Wonderland in al it's greatness, was even greater on Halloween night. Super scary, super fun, super HUGE rides. Excellent, excellent. I love that place!
Anyway, so England rocked, wonderland rocked, and CH continues to plague our town with resilience.