Blog Entries from Marranda

  1. Squiggle

    Higher, On the up side It’s a downward spiral. Running faster and faster, Spinning out so final. Lower, On the down side It’s an upward spiral. Around and round slowly, Dazedly going viral.
  2. 923

    This isn’t the first time I’ve flown before, nor will it be the last. This is the first time I will be away from my family and friends for an extended period of time though, and any thought at all of everyone I’m leaving behind ties the knots in my gut up tighter. I used to love being alone, having some peace and quiet away from my family, tucked away in my bedroom. Sometimes all I’d do is lie on my back and stare at my walls, wondering where the next poster would go, or how I was going to...
  3. Driving home drunk, thinking of you

    I have no more tears to cry, Because I think I've cried them all. All the years we've spent apart, Baby; The further and further I fall. I spend a lot of time, thinking of you, And how things could be... And wish that any time with him, would have been you with me. I'm thankful for every day I have with my son, Honey; And I'm glad he is who he is. But wish that some times he could be yours, instead of his. There's nothing I can do or say to rewind time, Dear, Though there's days I think...
  4. Hot Sauce and Hand Soap

    So I'm supposed to have a rough draft of a research paper either nearly finished, or already finished and in the process of refining by 2pm CST today. Do I have a rough draft? No. But I have my outline and a general idea of what I want my point to be. See, originally it was going to be a paper on the difference between corporal punishment, child abuse and how parents cross the line. But I figured that topic to be too broad. But the difference between a spanking and a Spanking is so...
  5. Star: My first-ever attempt at a 'scary' story

    “Bubble bubble, troll- ” The little girl paused in stirring her make-believe witches brew. “Ohh… Double toil…” She started only to have her new friend, Star, correct her again. “Double bubbles- Ok, ok, sorry! Double, double toil and trouble,” she nodded her head to emphasize each word. “Fire burn and cauldron bubble.” She went back to stirring the imaginary stew in the rusty bucket, laughing at the silly words. Star said all young witches made Eye of Newt, and everyone who was anyone knew...
  6. Thursday purgatory

    The drive in to work was almost pleasant this morning. There was very little traffic, only two red lights, and the security guard at the entrance blessed me. I was an entire forty-five minutes early to work- forty five minutes earlier than when I normally got to work. My dogs decided they needed to be let out at 5am; and entire thrity minutes earlier than what my alarm was set for. And that's how my day started... I get to my office door, only to find someone had changed the key lock...
  7. A prophetic message, or discursive dream? You decide.

    I hade a bizarre dream last night (Saturday night). I was driving a car down a dark street, approaching a three-way intersection. I flipped the left turn-signal and came to a stop, checking both ways before completing the left turn. The next thing I know I'm in an enormous gymnasium standing at the edge of a pool, posed to dive. The walls were blinding white. There was a crowd of people behind me, and a 16 year old looking girl next to me, posed to dive too. I told her she didn't stand a...
  8. Once barefoot, twice lucky: A non-fiction story

    Honestly, no one ever knowns when they're going to face the possibility of death, let alone face it twice. While on my first deployment in 2006, my ship visited Split, Croatia. It was our first port, and it would be the first foreign country I’d ever set foot in. A couple of friends and I signed up for a tour to Krka National Park because it was advertised you could jump from a twenty-foot waterfall into a “bottomless” pool, and swim in the mountain spring-fed waters of River Krka. The bus...
  9. Who got two extra credit points for awesomeness? <-- This girl!

    So that short story I posted in GenFic a few weeks back, I finally got back from my English professor yesterday and although I hadn't expected any grammar corrections, I thought maybe I would get something marked off for structure or for having a run=on sentence or three. But lo and behold- a 12/10 was written in bright green at the top with an arrow ( <-- ), and the words "For being extra awesome! You are a talented writer!" I know it isn't much because it's still early in the semester...
  10. Stale popcorn is not stale at all

    It's chewy :D And unlike chips, or bread, it retains its flavor. It's wonderful. I've recently rediscovered popcorn after a three year dry spell of it. I blame my husband for the last two years though. He hates popcorn, and therefore I never had the idea to buy it. What changed? A good friend, and close neighbor was eating it one day, and my 17 month old son walked up and asked for a piece. Turns out he takes after me in the food variety department- he loves it! So I finally broke down...
  11. A new pen and an itchy brain

    So lately I've been itching to write. And by itching I mean almost literally. I have plot progress, and I want more, but I can't seem to grasp that next word, that next thing to take it further and make it better. My brain tingles with frustration, and my mouth works to try and form this word. But nothing comes forth, nothing makes sense enough, and so I sit, staring off into space, frustrated. I can see my character Sabby doing everything I want her to do, going with the story (for once in...
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  12. A friend passes, in passing.

    There have so few moments in my life I've felt genuine depression. Those of you reading this are probably thinking "Lucky you", right? Because I've just claimed to have such an undepressing life? Is 'undepressing' a word? Anyways. At the beginning of what should have been an awesome, weekend long bachelorette party of epic proportions, I learn a good friend of mine has passed away. We were not particularly close, we rarely spoke to each other since her mother died a year ago, and I haven't...
  13. Thinking positive doesn't change the past two hours.

    No matter how many times I say 'Today will be a good day', it doesn't change the fact that this morning was horrible. And rushed. And I still have an English paper due, I'm at work, and there are all sorts of distractions I can't even think straight. Not to mention I had to amp up on starbucks with 5 shots of esspresso with cream and so my hands are so jittery I'm typing like a 10 year on their first typing test (yes, I was ten once, and taking an extra-curricular class in the library that...
  14. Heart breaking sadness, and panic-induced blankness

    I admit I've been guilty of silently snickering at those who woe about losing their files, or those who have said "I can't believe I didn't back those files up!" to which I would think to myself "Pfft. Everyone knows you back-up your writing. Duh." Well, it's my turn to stare blankly, heart thumping painfully with the knowledge that now the shoe is on the other foot... or is it 'insert foot in mouth'? Every single scrap of writing I've done, all of my rants, my character obsessions,...
  15. I can decipher binary, but...

    Show me fractions and my brain runs away. Pfft. The scaredy cat. So today was the day of my first-ever college semester. I got up at 6am, showered and dressed for the day. I took my son to daycare, came home and woke my husband. I assembled 50 sheets of college ruled paper and a three-ring folder into my brand spankin' new, hot aqua binder. I made sure the husband was up and moving around, got the car ready, and got my husband to class on time. I came home, nervously paced the house for...
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