Of Electricity and Horrid Mature Answers

Power Outages...
I probably don't hate 'em as much as I should. It's only when they leave me without a light to read by before I go to bed that I start to feel the inconvenience. Or if I reallllly need to use the computer. Being without light can be a little disconcerting, though, especially in your grandma's house in rural North Carolina where there aren't even streetlights. Imagine not having streetlights. It seems very, very wrong, although it must save quite a lot of electricity.
As to the rest of my life, I had my first locking-my-self-out-of-the-house episode today. I went outside to spray paint one of Granny's many garden statues for her. She was out taking Jordan to be groomed (Now he looks like a freaking rat-- I hate it. When I look at him I don't see Jordan anymore.), and I didn't realize that the door was set so that it locked when you closed it. I was just wondering what I was going to do outside without my book, when my grandma pulled up, thank goodness. I suppose I could have just asked one of the neighbors for a key, but I hadn't quite gotten there yet.
After this episode, and when the power came back on, I checked my email and found a reply from S to my rejection. It was very mature, which made me feel worse. I wish he would have yelled at me, as much as you can yell over email.
Instead he said, "Yeah, sure, let's just be friends. When I said all that I didn't think I would get the answer I wanted, anyway."
It was the "When I said all that I didn't think I would get the answer I wanted, anyway" bit that really got me. I had to apologize again.
My last and final point is that I am just beginning to realize how wrong I feel without my laptop. I'm used to opening it before I go to bed and dashing out a few paragraphs on all my stories. I keep finding myself thinking about them, but I can't remember where I left off. I guess I could write entirely separate scenes, farther along in the story than I really am. The trouble is that I'm not really sure where most of them are going. I know that's not the best way to write, but I'm much better at going with the flow than trying to force a storyline out. Oh well.

Resignedly,
Rosie L.

Of Slowness and... er, that's it...

Raspberry Beret is slowing down quite a lot right now... I've been pretty busy lately, but the rest of it shall be up soon! As soon as I have a chance, it really will be! I promise!

Apologetically-
Rosie L.

Of Colorful Eggs and Silver Bells

Happy Easter! There isn't much to tell about that (the usual egg dying and such things), but I have begun Raspberry Beret. Unfortunately, it just happens to be on my other computer, and I, of course, can't remember all of it. Alas, this will be the end of me... Oh! I think I have part of it with me on paper!

I walked past my favorite house in the world, and listened hard. It was about four blocks down from mine, in the less upper-class part of the neighborhood, and was painted a vibrant shade of purple. Two weeping willows swept the ground outside of it with their teary branches. Tiny, silver bells were fastened to their bows, and they rang with a delightful, sugar-plum-fairy sort of sound when the wind blew.
Today I was lucky, and an April wind was stirring the branches. I paused for a moment in front of the house, just listening. Then, with a sigh, I hoisted my bag, weighed down by textbooks, further up on my shoulder, and continued on my way home. Apart from school, home was my least favorite place. My parents were always wondering why I wasn't more like the next door neighbor's dauhter, Julia. I always had one answer to this: Julia was a suckup. She always did everything her parents wanted; she wore their pantyhose and loafers, their pink poly-blend sweaters. She attended their social functions, had the friends they wanted her to have, and kept her room their boring shades of beige.

Then it goes on to have much to do with and imaginary (of which her mom is unawares) friend and punk rock CD.. When I have access to my other computer, I'll put the rest of it on here.

-Rosie L.

Of Berets and Violins

Today being Sunday, i am off to symphony practice in the studious depths of a local university! I have been practicing, and i hope i can finally play everything. My shadowing experience at a new school looms closer, but i refuse to be nervous. In fact, my spirits are up about it! I am heartened by the fact that i have a new story idea. It is about a girl who is kind of an oddball and finds a raspberry beret (as in the old song). Something slightly magical will happen with the beret, but my Inner Novelist refuses to figure out exactly what just yet. Ah well...

Thoughtfully,
Rosie L.