Start of Something New
Yesterday, my pack went through a traumatic event. Planned. But still traumatic. For weeks, we had planned that night to be the start of something new. And finally, it had been executed.
We began with Ashur and our Alpha, Aventurine literally biting at each other’s throats in a battle. I was alongside Aventurine, offering my support if he needed it. Fortunately, before any serious fighting happened, Ashur had to leave and so the fight ended with him retreating.
Imediately after that, however, a crack louder than thunder had been heard reverberating between the mountains, soon followed by a deep rumble. An avalanche had happened, and was heading straight for the clearing in which the EmeraldMyst pack is situated. Panic broke loose(and it was some crazy hard-to-follow roleplay with everyone posting at the same time), and everyone scattered. Some remained behind in an attempt to help the others get free(I followed Aventurine, and ran with Amythist, who is pregnant with pups, until Kagetora was beginning to follow behind. And so I broke from Amy and cleared the way of snow for Kage to make his retreat easier).
Through this truggle, though, Zircon got caught in the avalanche and perished through a painful death. In real life, the player of Zircon is heading off to the military, and won’t be able to be with us much anymore. And so, he decided to kill of his character. That was quite the scene with him and Darklight.
Lazuli, Aventurines daughter, also died in the avalanch. Along with one of our other Battalions, Obsidian.
They’ll all be missed.
This whole thing took quite a while, also considering the fact that we started 2 hours later than we planned to. Afterwards, near our refuge on a cliff, several others got buried(MoonWeaver, I believe) and Aventurine. Aventurine broke some of his limbs, but survived.
With Aven out of commission, I wonder how things are going to turn out between Ashur and him. I might have to do some fighting in the near future…lol. I always get nervous when that happens.
So, with our packlands destroyed, we cannot live at home. And so, we are likely going to be staying with WhiteWolf and her pack, SpiritRivers. From what I understand so far, anyway.
If you’re interested, I can e-mail you the entire log of the roleplay. I saved it to my computer…and I would look at it again.
Sat, Feb 23rd Pack Meeting.
Well, I couldn’t be there this time. Which I felt pretty bad about, seeing as the turnup for our past pack meeting was the worst I’ve seen in my history as a roleplayer. I was thinking about it all the time I was working while the packmeeting was being held, wondering how it was going to turn out.
Well, I managed to get on last night. And wow…Amythist was so happy. She was like, begging me to get on and ignore my homework because there were loads of peeps there. About 24 were there at one time…and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen that many during a day with a pack meeting.
I heard about everything that happened. The list is insane. DemonCrystal(one of my fave wolves in the pack) was promoted to Battalion, joining me. Which is really cool. Maybe once her legs heal we’ll go scouting together.
Kuma and Shasta(two very fine wolves who have just kept the numbers rolling in for new recruits) were both promoted to Omega. Congratz you two! Really…Omega is an insult to you guys. And congratz for making the very first Wolves of the Month.
Kagetora, Kiko, Masahide, BlackOnyx, Ashur, and Daciana were all promoted to Omega as well. Congratz!
OpalFire was promoted to Packmate
See? A lot of new recruits. Hey, Jakeman, you gotta get in on this action sometime! I know you wanna =P.
We’re going to be starting with a new plot on Wednesday. I know what it’s basically going to be about, but I won’t say anything =P. That’ll probably show up later that night or Thursday, granting that I can make it.
Jordan Bergeron wants me over to his house…but I don’t think I want to go. For more reasons than this new plotline.
But, perhaps the best news there is, is that DarkAzure(Sangre) has finally returned. After some internet troubles, and other troubles, she’s made it back. I hope she’s doing alright. I know this fact because I read it on my packleader’s journal on LiveJournal.
When’ll it stop?
Alright. I’ve just about had it. How do people get the idea that they can just take advantage of me left and right? Am I really that pathetic, to take the crap that everyone gives me and just do it for them?
Last thursday/friday I was ready to toss trash from my mouth at my group in English class. I decided to wait to post this so I didn’t throw in any unneccessary swear words in here. Well, we were assigned a drawing project to draw things that related to a poem on a sheet of paper maybe…double the size of your average 8 and a half by 11 paper. And this is a group project.
Well, my group gave me a bull story about “Oh, we’re not artists, we can’t draw. You’re the only artist, you do it” sort of thing. Which totally threw me for a loop. The teacher SPECIFICALLY said that this isn’t a judgement on your artistic ability. But they insisted that I do it all, no matter how much I talked to them.
That’s been happening for ages. This where people are just too lazy to get off their butts and do the freaking work themselves. Art class, English class, whatever. It’s always the group projects.
I was about to go up to the teacher and just say that they did absolutely nothing for this project, and don’t deserve any mark whatsoever. But, me being a stupid idiot, just let it slide. But seriously…that won’t ever happen again. If I get stuck doing all the work…well, I just won’t do it. I’ll get my part done. And then I’ll just mention to the teacher that I did everything I need to, and that I refuse to pick up the slack of the lazy group members.
So, basically what I’m saying now is this. If you plan to take advantage of my skills and time, don’t expect anything out of it. I’ve had enough of people sitting back and watching me do all the work.
Triumphant!
Well, it looks like Eden has finally done it! We have mastered the building, and finally taken it over! The rumors are true! At the end of three more years, Lakeport will no longer exist!
Many years back, Eden was just a small school with a large building elsewhere in the city. Well before I was one of its students. And so, the board decided it would be best to merge Eden and Lakeport together. At first, people were scheptical about the merge, with Eden being Christian and Lakeport…not.
But in the end, it all worked out. The two schools got along well inside the one building. However, over the years, Eden’s number of students began to rise, and the superpower Lakeport began to fall. As of now, there’s about 850 students of Eden compared to 150 students of Lakeport.
What happened this year was this: They only have 20 grade 8 students joining Lakeport for their grade 9 year. And currently they only have 26 grade 9 students. And so, the board thought it was too expensive to keep Lakeport open. The current grade 9’s will be allowed to graduate. But they are taking no more students.
It doesn’t help that the teenage population is very low right now. And neither does it help that Eden’s taking more than half of Niagara-on-the-Lake’s teenage population.
And so, Eden has dominated Lakeport and confiscated their building for our own. Oorah!
Life’s Pressures
Well…today’s just one of those days where I’m feeling utterly crappy. Just a down day, I guess. And it’s no fun. Pretty much all day it’s just been bull, right down to the very second before I started writing this post.
I guess it really just started with yesterday. It was supposed to be a family day vacation thing, but I was stuck at work. Then I was working on my art test the rest of the day pretty much…hardly any time to myself. Hardly any time to myself at all during the past two weeks, with work and school. I didn’t mind the art test, that was fun, but it was just the fact that I worked the breakfast(woke up early) shift yesterday.
Plus, I had to get up extra early today, too, for breakfast club. Which was hard to do…I was almost late for my ride with Amanda and Jake today. School went over pretty well, until last period, where I was forced and still will be forced into doing an entire group project on my own. I’m the only “artist” of the group, apparently, so I have to do EVERYTHING while the others sit around and do NOTHING. I care, but won’t do anything about it because I don’t want to settle for a crap mark because of their art skills.
Then…came hometime. Jordan didn’t go to co-op because of some paperwork thing…and so hogged the 360 for the entire time before dinner. I was hoping to get in some Call of Duty…but hey. Gotta let the greedy brother get it, or I’ll get my head taken off.
Then, I almost went with no dinner to work today…mom had put the meal on a too-low setting in the stove, and we were late eating. I had to scarf down a barely-hot meal and race to get to work on time.
And at work, Joe, one of our chefs, was just getting mad left and right at everyone today. He was pretty scary today, and got to the point where nobody wanted to go into the kitchen to grab cutlery to finish setting. Like, he basically snapped at me when I asked if we could bring the cart out to start setting. He said no, of course, and maybe a minute later he said we could. He had done absolutely nothing with it…
And one more thing to add to the list. One of our guys is out of commission now(starting monday. Go figure, eh?) because of a soccer injury. So, I’ve had to refuse two shifts to replace him because they were just too impossible for me to do and keep up with my schedule. I planned to work on my art test all monday(already destroyed because of the morning shift). He asked me to come in for lunch, and I refused.
Then, today, he asked us to do breakfast on Saturday. Like…what does he think I am? I am NOT going to work all day on a saturday. 8 hours, most likely, because I already do lunch + desserts and supper. And I hate refusing shifts. Absolutely hate it.
But it doesn’t end there…
When on my way home from work, I found out that a college had called asking for me at about 6:30. But, of course, I’m at work then. So…my brother took the call and wrote down the number for me to call back. But it’s Sheridan college in Oakville, so it’s long distance. I don’t know how to do long distance…so by the time I figured it out, it was 8:10.
Well guess what? They’re gone at 8.
I just chucked the phone on the bed after that. Fed up with the day. All I want to do now is sleep. Go to bed and do absolutely nothing. But I know I can’t, because I’ve got work to do. An essay due(pretty much done), a 150 word French thing due, and a 7 scentence paragraph also for French.
Well, I’m definately watching House tonight. I don’t care about my workload, I’m doing it anyway.
Hopefully tomorrow turns out better…
Family Day
Many of you non-Canadians might not know this. But officially this year, Canada has gotten a new holiday, called Family Day. It’s on Febuary the 18th, and is intended to bring families closer together…plus, because there is SUCH a long stretchbetween Christmas and March Break.
But from what I’ve heard on the radio, only about 60 % of the entire workforce gets this holiday. My parents aren’t involved in that 60 %. They are, unfortunately, part of the 40 % that work.
I, too, just found out today that I am also part of the 40 % of people that work on Family Day. And to think…Mondays are supposed to be my day off. I’m not entirely happy about that…but I think we get extra pay for working it. But, what I really wanted to do on this day was finish that art test I need to do to get into St. Clair College in Windsor.
So much for that idea…
I just wanna know…when am I ever going to get a day to myself??
Valentines…(with an awkward story)
February the 14th. Valentines day. Or, St. Valentine’s day as my calendar says it. In todays society, we consider it the day of “love”. And who knows, that just might be it. In my opinion, this is just the cutest day in the world. And for all you perverts out there, I’m NOT talking about the three-letter “s” word.
I just love seeing little kids giving out little valentines to their friends and classmates, along with adorable Hershey kisses. I used to do it all the time when I was in grade school, and it was so much fun! Of course, that little activity disappeared when I went to high school. But still, I just love the roses, heart-shaped balloons and chocolates, and whatnot. Even though I don’t ever get any of them.
Perhaps I’m a sucker for “innocent love”.
But to put my opinion in perspective, there’s also this sort of sadness I feel that comes along with this day. Because I know that it’s quite possible that people with broken relationships(divorce, becoming widowed, etc.) likely cry on this day. It’s like this thought stuck in the back of my head, and never really seems to let me forget entirely.
Well, I promised in my title that I’d tell you guys an awkward story I had related to Valentines day. And after all that rambling, you’re probably holding the knife to my throat to make me say it. Odd though…I don’t feel the blade…
Well, I believe that it was last year that it happened. It was basically my first-ever time asking anyone out. I’m an artsy kind of guy, so I decided I would draw a cute little picture of Bambi in a small square card as a valentine. Well, the time came. It was lunch time(at school), and I decided to take the card to her. We were watching a movie at the time…which really made things awkward to begin with. Well, I managed to pry her eyes from the screen and give her the card.
Unfortunately, all I received was a cold glare, and I never really saw her after that that year. Probably avoiding me or something. lol. But I got over it like…the first week. I can’t believe I did that. I felt soooooo stupid. It’s absolutely hilarious now that I think back on it.
Maybe next time I ask someone on a date, I should try to be a little more “smooth”. Ya think?
Newcomers
Just a few days ago, our pack has become home to a pair of new wolves. Their names being Kuma and Shasta(and no, it’s not because of the movie Snow Buddies that he got this name. Apparently, Shasta means “fire”.)
I’ll admit that the two of them are a little shabby on the entire prospect of roleplaying. They haven’t entirely grasped the concept like most of the experienced roleplayers of our pack. But I must really give them credit for what they have done. These two have been more active than ME in the past few days since they’ve joined. They’re really determined to be a part of this pack, and despite their lack of experience and roleplay knowledge, we love to have them with us.
When I say their lack of knowledge, I mean that they don’t put too much detail into their posts. At best, they’re only three lines long. That is something that I can’t do. They only describe the immediate things, and have very little expansion. And they quickly move from one thing to another. Very very hard for someone who types long and slow to keep up…let me tell ya.
But, really, I don’t care too much about that. If any of you two happen to read this, don’t feel hurt. I really love the two of ya, even though you’re hard to follow sometimes =P. That’s likely just my fault.
Well, I hope they stick around for quite some time. Maybe make it to the next meeting to declare their request to mate. Congratz, if you do ^^
Should I Accept…?
Well, today, in the mail, I received an acceptance letter to Algonquin College in Ottawa for General Arts and Sciences-Pre-Animation and Illustration. That’s totally something I’ve been waiting for for quite some time.
I have always loved to put my pencil to paper and draw characters. I’ve been doing it since I was 12 years old, and just absolutely love it. And I’ve watched all my Disner movies a multitude of times, I can’t even begin to count how many times. Animation has always just captivated me in a way I never thought it would. At first, I was laughed at for loving it so much. But now it’s turned into a golden opportunity.
This is possibly what my future holds. A career with drawing as its basis. My entire life to come could very well be centered around this decision to accept an offer at Algonquin. I’ve given a lot of thought into it, and I’m still not sure about it. Maybe that’s a good thing, or maybe not.
But the problem isn’t actually receiving an acceptance letter to Algonquin. It’s the fact that when I went to accept it on the ocas website, it showed that I was also accepted into Sheridan! So, now I’m stuck between the Fundamental Arts at Sheridan and the course at Algonquin.
Sheridan is in Oakville, right near Toronto. Which means that I could get home every day, or every weekend, whatever. But now that I think about it, it’s more of a general arts deal, not centered around actual animation. While Algonquin is in Ottawa(won’t be able to get home) it is more centered around animation, hence the program name: General Arts and Sciences-Pre-Animation and Illustration.
Right now, I’m swinging towards Algonquin. I told my parents the opposite..but hey. I’ll update them in a bit. Plus, what’s a bonus, is that I can afford the program RIGHT NOW. It costs only 1600 someodd dollars, and I have nearly double that, and getting more cash flow with a parttime job.
All I’m doing right now is trying to finish up an Art Test for St. Clair. My dream college, and if I can get this done and accepted in, I’m automatically taking it. It’s a full-fledged animation course, and the campus is just DA BOMB!
Well…that’s an update for my life as of now. Check back soon, cuz there’ll likely be more on this college stuff in the near future!
California Experience
Let me go back to one of the most memerable experiences of my life thus far. The end of June, 2006, I believe(correct me if I’m wrong). Almost our entire church youth group(and all my friends!!) headed down to Chino, California for a little over a week as a SERVE missions trip. Really, most of us had no idea what we were in for. Only a few of us had been on a trip like this before, but none of us had ever visited Cali.
The first thing different from average life started from the time I boarded the plane. I’d never been on a plane before, and it was cool just to watch the sun rise over the clouds, and see the little cars go “zoomy” on the streets below. We made it to Ontario, California(apparently the city began with two men from Ontario, Canada. Hence the name) with only slight turbulace after a pit-stop and plane change in Atlanta(HUGE airport!). On our way from Atlanta to Ontario, apparently we passed right over the house of a friend of mine’s(Keisha). Too bad we couldn’t stop in and say hi.
Once we stepped out of the airport, we were all AMAZED. It looked like there were mountains floating in the distance. Literally. The peaks were clear, but the bases were covered in fog or something. It was something sooo beautiful, and I’d never seen it before.
Contrary to popular belief of “all trips to California are for the beaches and the sun”, we were actually there to help out the community. Plus…a little bit of sun. What we would do is clean up houses and streets and all that jazz. Go around handing out suckers, taking peoples garbage at stoplights, and doing car washes. We also handed out food to homeless people, and had a barbeque where we could talk to people.
But that’s not the interesting part, is it? Well…maybe it is. But that won’t stop me from saying what I wanna say next.
We had a WICKED tourist time, too! Venice Beach, babie! Only one of the most popular beaches in the world. No big deal, right? WRONG! Man. The waves were HUGE compared to what we get at home. You didn’t need a tube to float on em. And salty…kinda made me sick, not being used to it. And the shops! Man. They had some of the most beautiful shirts ever. Unfortunately, I had to follow a budget down there. Otherwise, I’d bring all of California back home with me. To…snowy, cold Canada.
We also took a tour of Beverly Hills and visited Hollywood. You know that Hollywood sign you see in a whole ton of movies? I WAS THERE! And who knew Madonna(I think) owned a house at Beverly Hills? Not me, that’s for sure.
And there’s likely a whole lot of other things that I can’t think of right now that we did. Refresh my memory, anyone who went on that trip with me, k?
What was probably one of the most memorable moments(and most annoying moments) was something that absolutely nobody could have possibly expected. See, I wanted to capture my California adventure by digital photo. Well…I brought my camera down, but never brought it back. Reason being…it got stolen. Like c’mon, who steals from a church, for Pete’s sake?! Well, one day early in our trip, three guys broke into the church and stole all of our valuables. It was sad, but we were all(pretty much) laughing about it in the end.
At first, I’ll admit, I was pissed because that was like…double the amount I paid to go on the trip itself. An 800 dollar camera gone. But then everyone kept saying that they were just material possessions, and they really didn’t matter for much. (Which it wasn’t just for me. That was also a part of my life’s experience. A physical record of what I’d done and seen in Cali). But I forgave. Didn’t forget. Forgave. And we managed to get a new camera with our house insurance!
Again…who steals from a CHURCH?!
Well, that’s my biggest and so far best trip my life has seen. But I’ll be going to France and Italy during the March break, so I hope it’s as awesome as California was.
