Made it through the Storm

Well, I guess you can tell that I finally got power back from the storm that knocked out power to half a million people in the D.C. area.  Power went out around 10:30 last night and I only got it back a little less then an hour ago (1:30pm est).  It was an interesting morning.  Woke up to see many leaves on the ground.  Then we had coffee that was percolated on the camping stove:

It was rather fun, dining al fresco for breakfast.  It was nice weather, at least when you are sitting in the shade and there is a nice breeze.

 Here are some of the photos of the aftermath:

Realizing the time

So, in less then two weeks, I move from being in my mid-twenties to the late-twenties.  That thought made me hit a wall. Didn't I just turn 21 a few years ago?  I remember like it was yesterday.  Though, in honest truth, my years outside of college just seems to be one large lump of nothing that really changes... so whose fault is it that I feel like I should be staying in the mid-twenties for another few years?

With this revelation, I have composed another of my poems... it most likely is not in its finished format, but then when do we ever feel that something we write is actually finished?

Enjoy

enjoy what you have
for one day
it may all be gone

enjoy family and friends
for one day
they will be all gone

Live in the Moment
the Here
the Now

More Poems written today

Only a Dream

A dream is only a dream

Unless you go an fulfill it

If you get side-tracked

If you are told not to do it

Then you just are lying to yourself

Untitled (work in progress)

I am stuck

                I am lost

                                I don’t know where to go

What to do?

Pound

                Pound

                                Pound

On my door

Someone is trying to reach me

Do I go and answer?

Do I just pretend that I am not home?

They want to know what I am doing with my life,

Answer?

Keep quiet?

Misty Eyes

Everyday

I get misty

Thinking of what was

What is

And What will be.

I mist for the past and present

String on hope for the future.

Positive Outlook: Day 1

I’ve been a pretty good Debbie-downer recently. I haven’t been hanging out with my friends, besides my boyfriend. I guess I just don’t want to rain my negativity down on others. I am quite unhappy with most the scenarios that I am (minus the relationship with my boyfriend). I really need to change the mindset I am in… right? Mind will always win over matter. I am going to try to see the positive in everything for the next two weeks. Well, I’ll try and blog about one positive experience that will happen each day. I will make an effort to smile at everyone I see.

Today has been a pretty good day.  I thought nothing exciting would happen, but I got a call right around lunch time from a friend I haven't seen in a while.  She was in the area (a teacher who was cleaning out her room) and wanted to know if I wanted to do lunch... Was that even a question with my new mantra?  I am happy I got to see her; I get to see her tomorrow as well at a party for another friend who will be spending 6 months in Africa, leaving at the end of the month. Til tomorrow.

Body Language, it is Important

It’s a big way on how we communicate with one another. We use it to communicate with each other more than actually talking. Though, day-in and day-out I notice that people don’t always pick up on the body language that others send out to them, or fully understand the body language that the person sends out to others. It is important to read body language; it helps you to gauge how you should communicate with the other person. You can tell if a person can’t be bothered, busy, tired, or ready to talk with you. Please be aware and take the proper measures if you really need to talk to someone who is showing any other body language other than “ready to talk,” please, it will make the communication much easier. I know I don’t like to be interrupted in doing something else, I feel that it is rude if I continue doing something if someone comes up to me, and I then feel annoyed that I was interrupted. Don’t start out by just saying my name and go into a whole spiel. Please use common courtesy and say “excuse me.” I won’t always know that you are talking to me, especially when I am preoccupied with some other activity.

Make sure you are aware of your body language; I can’t seem to stress it enough. Make sure you know what type of messages you send out with your body. You may be a very nice person; a person who cares for others. But you might not show that if you throw your stuff down, all around, making others have to move out of your way instead of trying to move out of theirs. If you act this way, you can be at the wrath of someone else’s animosity. Don’t be all aggressive looking/acting. This just makes me not want to talk to you. Don’t always look so irritated, if you haven’t already notice, I don’t go to you unless something is really important. But I’ve even learned from that… if you put out negative body language to me, I will just communicate with you in e-mail format instead of going up to you and asking about what I have a question about.

Thank you for listening to this little rant. You can now return to your previous broadcast.

First page of a short story

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Journal of Victoria McKinney (working title)

Chapter 1: Understanding

Day 1

My Anger Management Coach (AMC) says that I should write in a journal to describe my “feelings” since apparently I am very vocal on everything else… Well, here it goes. Glad he can’t read this though, because man… I could kick his butt right now with me making me do this… But, time to smile, can’t let the enemy know what I am thinking, or writing about, I guess now.  Always keep the enemy guessing, great military strategy, no?  Who would think that you would get an AMC in a military school?  “One of the best of its kind…” that money can pay for.  I know this because; I am not an idiot… I can see the money swapping hands in-and-out of this place…

He’s telling me I should write down about when I got this mad, and why I hold a grudge over every little thing. Wouldn’t you hold a grudge, mister high and mighty, if you always have to fight your battles alone… since that day… your world fell apart?  Your biggest advocate is no longer there to rally for your cause? No one pays attention anymore, unless you make the ugliest scene where you have to be punished?  This is what I have been feeling, ever since she left me, and he found someone else to “try” to be her.  No one could ever replace her; she was “one-of-a-kind.”  She poisons his mind against me, it doesn’t help that my Grandmother seems to do the same exact thing as well…

My brother did retaliate differently than I did; he stuck his nose in a book, and hurried through his education to get out of that “house” as soon as possible.  Me?  I failed easy classes because I didn’t like the situation… Maybe hung out with the “wrong type” of kids, just to get noticed.  Now I am at McKinney Military School (for Advantaged Youth), oddly, named after my Grandfather…

“Okay, Victoria, Time to arise from your Journal.  You have to get to your math class” my CMA says.

“Oh, really?  This is over already?  I am so sad…”

“How about you don’t make any smart remarks for the next day? Write them in your Journal instead