Friday, August 24
Sunday, January 22
Oh HAI There
Some spiffy updates to my 'life'
- I've been living in Aucky for over a year no
- I'm now in the second year of my apprenticeship
- I love Skyrim
- I use tumblr more now (link on the right)
- I'm loving all the books by Raymond E. Feist (surrently reading Mistress of the Empire)
- I'm tired as fuck right now on account of me getting around 4 hours sleep every night because i don't like going to be
- I still have no Aucky friends
- My apartment is still a mess
- I bought a new camera the other day (Canon A3200 bitches)
2012 versions of Me and Steven, plus my new camera.
Saturday, November 5
NaNoWriMo 2
This isn't quite so true as to what day i'm writing all this. Eg the first paragraph continues on from the last and i wrote it yesterday, i just hadn't written it before posting the blog, and i'm not yet stopping for tonight =) i'm past 3,000 words now, which is more than i have ever done before =D
A bush started rustling just a meter away, panicking, thinking about cannibals and other horrors lurking in the shadows she sprinted away running deeper and deeper into the jungle. Dodging low lying branches, fallen logs, and vines she continued her flight through the jungle. Skidding to a halt, Julie suddenly realised just how crazy she was being. running from shadows and being scared of ghosts, this was no the way to survive and now she was lost in the middle of the jungle, no source of food or water. Julie swore at herself for being so stupid and kicked out at a tree in frustration. Pain shot through her toes and through her foot. Swearing again she fell to the ground clutching her foot and started to cry. Over whelmed with loneliness and hopelessness she didn't want to go on. Everything was useless, she was stuck without rescue and was going to die on this island, alone and with no one to care for her. She was ready to give up.
Light dimmed and a cold breeze filtered it's way down through the canopy. Julie shuddered still curled up on the jungle, she hugged herself and started to cry again. It was some time before the first drops of rain could make their way through the canopy, but Julie remained, getting slowly colder and slightly wet. Her throat still burned with thirst, she knew she wouldn't last much longer without water, so she sat against a tree and waited miserably till the inevitable happened. She watched the rain filter down through the leaves, catching on branches and trickling to the ground where it pooled in slight depressions on the ground. She watched the insects scurry around between their shelters, wondering at rain must seem to them. One drop of rain could satisfy the thirst of a whole community of ants.
Slowly Julie began to realise that she wasn't without water after all. If she could just collect the rain, which fell so freely around her she could have enough to drink, for now. Scolding herself for again being so stupid she bent over a small pool of water and raised cupped hands of water to her mouth. The water was murky, tasted like dirt and probably contained various diseases, to Julie it tasted like life.
After scrambling around the floor Julie had gathered several large, still green leaves and laid them down overlapping to make a floor to catch water. She could get a few mouthfuls of water this way but it would not be enough to survive. She drank water where ever she could find it, in puddles, on leaves or even in the hollows of a few trees and she had climbed a couple trees to gather some ripe fruit. Feeling reasonably satisfied and feeling better about surviving she sat below a tree trying to decide what to do next.
She could easily stay here in the jungle where the sun didn't bother her, she had fruit and rain water but she doubted it would last long. She would have no way of getting to rescuers if they ever arrived and she still had no idea about the frequency of rain. She tried to avoid thinking about what to do about food if she ended up staying past the time when fruit could be easily gathered from trees.
Attempting to return to the beach might just end up with her being even more lost than she already was and she could stumble and severely injure herself on the trek. Her foot was still sore in any case and her didn't much like the idea of wandering around in a jungle alone. But she was hopeful that she could at very least find a small pond of stream to set up camp beside so she could have water when the rains stopped.
Julie decided that there was nothing else to do but to go in search of some place better suited to her survival. If she stayed she would surely perish and if she went she at least had some chance of living, however lonely that might end up being. She drank the last of her collected water and a couple of the yellow fruit she had picked but not yet eaten and rose slowly to her feet. Testing her sore foot she put pressure on different parts of her foot and wiggled her toes. Her foot was still a little tender but shouldn't prove too much of a problem. She looked around and picked a direction at random and started to walk. After her flight through the forest she had forgotten to take note of which direction came from, not that it would have done much difference if she had.
Julie trudged barefoot through the now slightly muddy jungle for most of the day, stopping only occasionally to drink some water gather on leaves, to eat some fruit or to relieve herself as she needed. She had seen nothing but trees, plants and the occasional brightly coloured bird. Everything looked the same and for all she knew she could have been wandering in circles all day. On the verge on giving up again, Julie sat heavy in the mud to rest. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the jungle. Rustling leaves, chirping insects, warbling birds and a soft tinkling sound which was vaguely familiar yet Julie couldn't remember what it was. She sat pondering, straining her ears to listen past the rest of the cacophony to place where she had heard it. Then it hit her and memories came flooding back.
She was six years old and walking through a nature trail with her grandma. Old trees covered with moss and lichen stood tall over her head, bushes covered with bright ripe berries and watching birds hop from branch to branch, mocking her. She had hated it as a child, she grew up in the city with her single mum and was more into shopping than looking at trees. Years later, after her grandma had passed on, she cherished those memories and realised that she should pay more attention to nature, she had even briefly wished to move to the country to live with her extended family. But that was a passing phase of a teenager who moved through moods and life goals faster than a car speeding down the highway. Julie smiled as she remembered her grandma jumping into a stream with her floral print dress. Julie and lost her footing and slipped into the stream and was starting to be washed away. She had been terrified then but her grandma didn't tell on her, instead they sat in the grass of a meadow, listening to the magical tickling of the stream, to dry off.
Julie opened her eyes and tried to pin point the location of the sound, now she could remember it was the sound of water playfully rolling down rocks and feeding life into the land around it. Smiled to herself she set off again, feeling like everything would soon be alright.
It was a few hours before sunset and Julie was spread out on the grass in a small meadow beside the stream. It was a small stream, only two meters across and half a meter deep. It wound it's way through the jungle, crossing the far side of the clearing beside a small bank of rocks. The meadow was a rough oval shape, 10 meters across and covered in grass and small flowers with a tall mango tree in the center. It was peaceful here and Julie was happy. If she was to never see civilized land again, she decided this is where she would like to live out the rest of her days.
As Julie lay snoozing in the grass the sun started dropping in the sky, covering the meadow in an orange glow. A cool breeze started blowing through the meadow and Julie awoke shivering from the chill. She hadn't many clothes left and the dress once fashionable she had worn on the boat was now muddy and tattered. It wasn't designed for the harsh elements of a tropical island and Julia mused at the thought of 'going native' and wearing a grass skirt and coconut bikini you would see on TV. Though she doubted that would give her much protection from the weather, nor would it be comfortable. Instead she would have to build a hut to keep herself warm and out of the rain.
Julie looked around gathering sticks, fallen leaves and branches, and piled them up on one side of the meadow. She frowned at the meager resources she had found, none would be very suitable for a weather proof shelter. She needed long poles to make a frame and some for or material to use a roof but she would no be able to find either on this island. She wandered around the edge of the meadow looking at everything and trying to decide a use for every single plant she saw. She found some small trees, no more than three meters tall. They had thin, straight and slightly flexible trucks but were a bit too thick for her to easily snap to use as support poles. She would need an axe to cut the trees and remove the excess branches. Julie sighed, everything way she turned she could needed something from her civilized world to make even the most crude of shelters. She was gaining a respect for people who lived thousands years ago with no tools except rocks.
She picked over the rocks along the edge of the stream, hopeful that she might find one with a sharp enough edge to saw down a few small saplings. As the light faded to grey and Julie lost sight of the stones in front of her, she sighed with resignation and curled up beneath the mango tree. Pulling a few leaves over herself she fell into a fitful sleep with dreams full of beasts lurking in bushes and cannibals hiding behind trees.
Julie was slow in waking the next morning, she felt no need to rush around and she thought she may as well enjoy her time here, whether she would ever be found or not. the sun was just getting high enough to peek over the tops of the trees and warm the meadow when Julie finally crawled out from under her pile of leaves. She still felt a bit of last nights chill, lucky it hadn't started to rain and she was sure the leaves had helped a little. In the winter she would need to find some kind of blanket or covering so she wouldn't freeze, though she didn't think it would ever get that cold in the tropics it couldn't hurt to be prepared.
She got up and walked over to the stream, took and drink then headed off to relieve herself in the jungle. While eating some freshly picked fruits Julie thought about everything she would need to do for her camp so she could survive for a long time. She made lists in her head as she continued picking over rocks, and promised to herself that by the end of the day she would have some poles to made a hut frame and an area set aside for waste.
At last she came across a rock with an edge that could possibly be used to hack down a small tree. It was about palm sized and semi-circular, it looked like it had been broken in two at some point. Julie smiled and walked over to a sapling about two meters high and started to hack at the base. She tried both sawing and chopping with the stone but it mostly just tired Julie with doing little damage to the tree. When about half way through the trunk she stood stiffly and stretched then kicked the tree just above the cut with the base of her foot. It make a snapping sound and nearly broke off the base. Triumphantly she cheered and started alternating hacking and kicked the truck until it broke free. She pulled the tree with weak arms back to the clearing and sank to the ground laughing. It was hard work, but she had taken her first step towards survival and was feeling rather pleased with herself.
By midday she had cut down four more small trees which she left beside the mango tree while she rinsed off sweat in the stream. She felt odd at first, washing in the same water she would drink from though she knew it really wasn't as it was all probably washed out to sea. She thought for a moment about if she should follow the stream out to sea, but decided better of it. There was nothing to gain by heading to the beaches, she had the perfect place to build a camp and she would focus on that before adventuring further.
A bush started rustling just a meter away, panicking, thinking about cannibals and other horrors lurking in the shadows she sprinted away running deeper and deeper into the jungle. Dodging low lying branches, fallen logs, and vines she continued her flight through the jungle. Skidding to a halt, Julie suddenly realised just how crazy she was being. running from shadows and being scared of ghosts, this was no the way to survive and now she was lost in the middle of the jungle, no source of food or water. Julie swore at herself for being so stupid and kicked out at a tree in frustration. Pain shot through her toes and through her foot. Swearing again she fell to the ground clutching her foot and started to cry. Over whelmed with loneliness and hopelessness she didn't want to go on. Everything was useless, she was stuck without rescue and was going to die on this island, alone and with no one to care for her. She was ready to give up.
Light dimmed and a cold breeze filtered it's way down through the canopy. Julie shuddered still curled up on the jungle, she hugged herself and started to cry again. It was some time before the first drops of rain could make their way through the canopy, but Julie remained, getting slowly colder and slightly wet. Her throat still burned with thirst, she knew she wouldn't last much longer without water, so she sat against a tree and waited miserably till the inevitable happened. She watched the rain filter down through the leaves, catching on branches and trickling to the ground where it pooled in slight depressions on the ground. She watched the insects scurry around between their shelters, wondering at rain must seem to them. One drop of rain could satisfy the thirst of a whole community of ants.
Slowly Julie began to realise that she wasn't without water after all. If she could just collect the rain, which fell so freely around her she could have enough to drink, for now. Scolding herself for again being so stupid she bent over a small pool of water and raised cupped hands of water to her mouth. The water was murky, tasted like dirt and probably contained various diseases, to Julie it tasted like life.
After scrambling around the floor Julie had gathered several large, still green leaves and laid them down overlapping to make a floor to catch water. She could get a few mouthfuls of water this way but it would not be enough to survive. She drank water where ever she could find it, in puddles, on leaves or even in the hollows of a few trees and she had climbed a couple trees to gather some ripe fruit. Feeling reasonably satisfied and feeling better about surviving she sat below a tree trying to decide what to do next.
She could easily stay here in the jungle where the sun didn't bother her, she had fruit and rain water but she doubted it would last long. She would have no way of getting to rescuers if they ever arrived and she still had no idea about the frequency of rain. She tried to avoid thinking about what to do about food if she ended up staying past the time when fruit could be easily gathered from trees.
Attempting to return to the beach might just end up with her being even more lost than she already was and she could stumble and severely injure herself on the trek. Her foot was still sore in any case and her didn't much like the idea of wandering around in a jungle alone. But she was hopeful that she could at very least find a small pond of stream to set up camp beside so she could have water when the rains stopped.
Julie decided that there was nothing else to do but to go in search of some place better suited to her survival. If she stayed she would surely perish and if she went she at least had some chance of living, however lonely that might end up being. She drank the last of her collected water and a couple of the yellow fruit she had picked but not yet eaten and rose slowly to her feet. Testing her sore foot she put pressure on different parts of her foot and wiggled her toes. Her foot was still a little tender but shouldn't prove too much of a problem. She looked around and picked a direction at random and started to walk. After her flight through the forest she had forgotten to take note of which direction came from, not that it would have done much difference if she had.
Julie trudged barefoot through the now slightly muddy jungle for most of the day, stopping only occasionally to drink some water gather on leaves, to eat some fruit or to relieve herself as she needed. She had seen nothing but trees, plants and the occasional brightly coloured bird. Everything looked the same and for all she knew she could have been wandering in circles all day. On the verge on giving up again, Julie sat heavy in the mud to rest. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the jungle. Rustling leaves, chirping insects, warbling birds and a soft tinkling sound which was vaguely familiar yet Julie couldn't remember what it was. She sat pondering, straining her ears to listen past the rest of the cacophony to place where she had heard it. Then it hit her and memories came flooding back.
She was six years old and walking through a nature trail with her grandma. Old trees covered with moss and lichen stood tall over her head, bushes covered with bright ripe berries and watching birds hop from branch to branch, mocking her. She had hated it as a child, she grew up in the city with her single mum and was more into shopping than looking at trees. Years later, after her grandma had passed on, she cherished those memories and realised that she should pay more attention to nature, she had even briefly wished to move to the country to live with her extended family. But that was a passing phase of a teenager who moved through moods and life goals faster than a car speeding down the highway. Julie smiled as she remembered her grandma jumping into a stream with her floral print dress. Julie and lost her footing and slipped into the stream and was starting to be washed away. She had been terrified then but her grandma didn't tell on her, instead they sat in the grass of a meadow, listening to the magical tickling of the stream, to dry off.
Julie opened her eyes and tried to pin point the location of the sound, now she could remember it was the sound of water playfully rolling down rocks and feeding life into the land around it. Smiled to herself she set off again, feeling like everything would soon be alright.
It was a few hours before sunset and Julie was spread out on the grass in a small meadow beside the stream. It was a small stream, only two meters across and half a meter deep. It wound it's way through the jungle, crossing the far side of the clearing beside a small bank of rocks. The meadow was a rough oval shape, 10 meters across and covered in grass and small flowers with a tall mango tree in the center. It was peaceful here and Julie was happy. If she was to never see civilized land again, she decided this is where she would like to live out the rest of her days.
As Julie lay snoozing in the grass the sun started dropping in the sky, covering the meadow in an orange glow. A cool breeze started blowing through the meadow and Julie awoke shivering from the chill. She hadn't many clothes left and the dress once fashionable she had worn on the boat was now muddy and tattered. It wasn't designed for the harsh elements of a tropical island and Julia mused at the thought of 'going native' and wearing a grass skirt and coconut bikini you would see on TV. Though she doubted that would give her much protection from the weather, nor would it be comfortable. Instead she would have to build a hut to keep herself warm and out of the rain.
Julie looked around gathering sticks, fallen leaves and branches, and piled them up on one side of the meadow. She frowned at the meager resources she had found, none would be very suitable for a weather proof shelter. She needed long poles to make a frame and some for or material to use a roof but she would no be able to find either on this island. She wandered around the edge of the meadow looking at everything and trying to decide a use for every single plant she saw. She found some small trees, no more than three meters tall. They had thin, straight and slightly flexible trucks but were a bit too thick for her to easily snap to use as support poles. She would need an axe to cut the trees and remove the excess branches. Julie sighed, everything way she turned she could needed something from her civilized world to make even the most crude of shelters. She was gaining a respect for people who lived thousands years ago with no tools except rocks.
She picked over the rocks along the edge of the stream, hopeful that she might find one with a sharp enough edge to saw down a few small saplings. As the light faded to grey and Julie lost sight of the stones in front of her, she sighed with resignation and curled up beneath the mango tree. Pulling a few leaves over herself she fell into a fitful sleep with dreams full of beasts lurking in bushes and cannibals hiding behind trees.
Julie was slow in waking the next morning, she felt no need to rush around and she thought she may as well enjoy her time here, whether she would ever be found or not. the sun was just getting high enough to peek over the tops of the trees and warm the meadow when Julie finally crawled out from under her pile of leaves. She still felt a bit of last nights chill, lucky it hadn't started to rain and she was sure the leaves had helped a little. In the winter she would need to find some kind of blanket or covering so she wouldn't freeze, though she didn't think it would ever get that cold in the tropics it couldn't hurt to be prepared.
She got up and walked over to the stream, took and drink then headed off to relieve herself in the jungle. While eating some freshly picked fruits Julie thought about everything she would need to do for her camp so she could survive for a long time. She made lists in her head as she continued picking over rocks, and promised to herself that by the end of the day she would have some poles to made a hut frame and an area set aside for waste.
At last she came across a rock with an edge that could possibly be used to hack down a small tree. It was about palm sized and semi-circular, it looked like it had been broken in two at some point. Julie smiled and walked over to a sapling about two meters high and started to hack at the base. She tried both sawing and chopping with the stone but it mostly just tired Julie with doing little damage to the tree. When about half way through the trunk she stood stiffly and stretched then kicked the tree just above the cut with the base of her foot. It make a snapping sound and nearly broke off the base. Triumphantly she cheered and started alternating hacking and kicked the truck until it broke free. She pulled the tree with weak arms back to the clearing and sank to the ground laughing. It was hard work, but she had taken her first step towards survival and was feeling rather pleased with herself.
By midday she had cut down four more small trees which she left beside the mango tree while she rinsed off sweat in the stream. She felt odd at first, washing in the same water she would drink from though she knew it really wasn't as it was all probably washed out to sea. She thought for a moment about if she should follow the stream out to sea, but decided better of it. There was nothing to gain by heading to the beaches, she had the perfect place to build a camp and she would focus on that before adventuring further.
Friday, November 4
NaNoWriMo
Wow i'm getting writers block every two seconds -_- hopefully i can get better. So yea my novel is pretty shit so far and only just past the 1,000 word mark yet it's day 4 (3 for americans)
Moonlight danced on the ocean, illuminating the soft lapping peaks of waves, stars whirled in unison to the whistling tune of the breeze, and all was peaceful and calm.
Electricity shot through the air, tearing between ugly blots of grey blocking the heavens from view. The wind whipped up the water rocking in fear of the booms from above. Fire lit the sky and screams tore the silence of midnight. Fear was thick and froze the passage of time. Hearts chilled with ice.
After what seemed like years, the moon again started to dance with his companions; and the world was once again at peace.
Part one
Julie felt her body jolt back to life and started violently throwing up water. Salt burned her throat, deeply scratching the soft, delicate tissue. Sunlight, reflecting off the sand glared and she flinched away from the brilliance holding up her arm to block the rays. She stayed on her knees leaning forward till her head stop swimming and her eyes adjusted. Seeing a patch of shade several meters away she crawled, flinching again when fire shot across her skin and her muscles screamed in agony. The world grew fuzzy and she sank back into the sand. When she next opened her eyes it was dark and a cool breeze chilled the fire on her skin enough for her to raise herself to a sitting position. though her throat still burned and her head still foggy she was able to take in her surroundings. sand stretched out in both directions till cliff walls rose up and blocked them from continuing on to the rest of the world. The beach was slightly curved to embrace the ocean and its dance with the moon. small waves broke and rolled gently in towards Julie to lap her toes. Behind her
what she could only describe as a jungle. Tall trees reached towards the moon and stars with vines draping between them, embracing all within grasp.The tree she sat beside bent low over a deep pool fed by channel to the sea. It stood solitary and alone, more brave than his peers for he was the farthest out and could dip his toes in the sea should he wish. Yet the rest would have to be satisfied with dirt for eternity. He was a proud tree, even if he did hang low. Though that could only because of the multitude of bright yellow fruit which
had laden down his branches. The source of his pride made him bow to that which supplied him the essential water to create something to be proud of. This humored Julie somewhat and she rose precariously to her feet to bow to the mighty, proud tree.She was stiff, her skin still burned and pulled tight over her aching muscles but in the cool night breeze she was able to move somewhat easier than earlier though she was in no mood for climbing trees or building a hut. She still had no idea where she was or for how long she had been lying in the sand but she was in no position to start questioning the strange workings of the universe. She just knew her stomach rumbled, unsatisfied and hungry. Reaching upwards, Julie plucked a ripe fruit from the tree, thanking him for his gift then raised it to her mouth and started to eat. It was slightly hard but the bright yellow flesh was juicy and helped to tame the burning in her throat as well as the rumbling of her stomach. After two more fruit Julie was feeling sick from the sweetness and sank back into the sand. Resting her forehead on her knees and leaning against the tree she again began to feel dizzy and decided she would sleep now and find somewhere else to stay when she had light again. When Julie awoke to a bright orange glowing sun just peeking over the horizon. She could already feel its heat starting to press down on her. Today would be just as hot as the last and it was essential to find water and shelter. Her memory was slowly creeping back as she rose and stretched. Loud crashes and bright flashes of light, then fire, screams and darkness. She had been sent on a working holiday, to review the latest private romance cruises. about 50 people in their early twenties had been sent off on a boat in hopes of finding love. Julie had no time for romance herself. Work was far more important, which is probably why her boss sent her away for the several weeks. She thought she would have hated it, no boss to please and only one story to focus on. However, after the first week she was starting to relax and think less and less about how someone else would be weaseling past her to gain that promotion next
year she had be dieing for. Two nights ago a tropic storm had appeared out of nowhere throwing their vessel around in high swells. Thunder had crashed, lighting flashed and rain poured down. The dream holiday immediately turned into a violent nightmare. The last Julie could remember was hearing screams and sliding down the pitching deck towards the water.Standing the shade of her tree she took another look around the beach, this time searching for a suitable place to build a shelter. Large black clouds were starting to form over the water threatening to land on the island and put her back in grave danger. If Julie was to ever survive and get back to civilization she would have to think and plan ahead. She had no idea about what the seasons were
like on this island, nor what food was safe to eat which but her in a pretty poor situation to survive till rescue could arrive. The beach curved inwards and was perhaps a quarter of a kilometer long with sharp rocky outcrops poking out into the sea. So Junie was prevented from getting around the island on the beach. a small inlet lead from the ocean towards a small lagoon where she stood the other side was surrounded by a thick jungle. As the beach was so open to the elements she would have to go to the jungle in search of suitable shelter.Crouching down Julie tasted the water in the lagoon to see if it was suitable to drink, it was salty and stung her mouth. She still had no drinking water and was incredibly thirsty. Water then shelter she decided. So she set off, quickly walking across the scorching sand, past the lagoon and into the shade of the palm tree jungle. Trees reached up above her head creating a thick canopy which blocked out most of the sun. Everything was so green, coming from a city Julie was used to grey solid blocks of concrete towering in straight rows. Here everything felt so ancient and so untouched by humans, Julie felt humbled and slightly afraid. The though of humans reminded her of how alone she was out here and she wasn't sure if she wanted company from some unknown civilization of cannibals.
copy pasta from notepad does weird shit to the paragraphs and cbfed fixing it. i removed all the extra enters it added that's good enough
Moonlight danced on the ocean, illuminating the soft lapping peaks of waves, stars whirled in unison to the whistling tune of the breeze, and all was peaceful and calm.
Electricity shot through the air, tearing between ugly blots of grey blocking the heavens from view. The wind whipped up the water rocking in fear of the booms from above. Fire lit the sky and screams tore the silence of midnight. Fear was thick and froze the passage of time. Hearts chilled with ice.
After what seemed like years, the moon again started to dance with his companions; and the world was once again at peace.
Part one
Julie felt her body jolt back to life and started violently throwing up water. Salt burned her throat, deeply scratching the soft, delicate tissue. Sunlight, reflecting off the sand glared and she flinched away from the brilliance holding up her arm to block the rays. She stayed on her knees leaning forward till her head stop swimming and her eyes adjusted. Seeing a patch of shade several meters away she crawled, flinching again when fire shot across her skin and her muscles screamed in agony. The world grew fuzzy and she sank back into the sand. When she next opened her eyes it was dark and a cool breeze chilled the fire on her skin enough for her to raise herself to a sitting position. though her throat still burned and her head still foggy she was able to take in her surroundings. sand stretched out in both directions till cliff walls rose up and blocked them from continuing on to the rest of the world. The beach was slightly curved to embrace the ocean and its dance with the moon. small waves broke and rolled gently in towards Julie to lap her toes. Behind her
what she could only describe as a jungle. Tall trees reached towards the moon and stars with vines draping between them, embracing all within grasp.The tree she sat beside bent low over a deep pool fed by channel to the sea. It stood solitary and alone, more brave than his peers for he was the farthest out and could dip his toes in the sea should he wish. Yet the rest would have to be satisfied with dirt for eternity. He was a proud tree, even if he did hang low. Though that could only because of the multitude of bright yellow fruit which
had laden down his branches. The source of his pride made him bow to that which supplied him the essential water to create something to be proud of. This humored Julie somewhat and she rose precariously to her feet to bow to the mighty, proud tree.She was stiff, her skin still burned and pulled tight over her aching muscles but in the cool night breeze she was able to move somewhat easier than earlier though she was in no mood for climbing trees or building a hut. She still had no idea where she was or for how long she had been lying in the sand but she was in no position to start questioning the strange workings of the universe. She just knew her stomach rumbled, unsatisfied and hungry. Reaching upwards, Julie plucked a ripe fruit from the tree, thanking him for his gift then raised it to her mouth and started to eat. It was slightly hard but the bright yellow flesh was juicy and helped to tame the burning in her throat as well as the rumbling of her stomach. After two more fruit Julie was feeling sick from the sweetness and sank back into the sand. Resting her forehead on her knees and leaning against the tree she again began to feel dizzy and decided she would sleep now and find somewhere else to stay when she had light again. When Julie awoke to a bright orange glowing sun just peeking over the horizon. She could already feel its heat starting to press down on her. Today would be just as hot as the last and it was essential to find water and shelter. Her memory was slowly creeping back as she rose and stretched. Loud crashes and bright flashes of light, then fire, screams and darkness. She had been sent on a working holiday, to review the latest private romance cruises. about 50 people in their early twenties had been sent off on a boat in hopes of finding love. Julie had no time for romance herself. Work was far more important, which is probably why her boss sent her away for the several weeks. She thought she would have hated it, no boss to please and only one story to focus on. However, after the first week she was starting to relax and think less and less about how someone else would be weaseling past her to gain that promotion next
year she had be dieing for. Two nights ago a tropic storm had appeared out of nowhere throwing their vessel around in high swells. Thunder had crashed, lighting flashed and rain poured down. The dream holiday immediately turned into a violent nightmare. The last Julie could remember was hearing screams and sliding down the pitching deck towards the water.Standing the shade of her tree she took another look around the beach, this time searching for a suitable place to build a shelter. Large black clouds were starting to form over the water threatening to land on the island and put her back in grave danger. If Julie was to ever survive and get back to civilization she would have to think and plan ahead. She had no idea about what the seasons were
like on this island, nor what food was safe to eat which but her in a pretty poor situation to survive till rescue could arrive. The beach curved inwards and was perhaps a quarter of a kilometer long with sharp rocky outcrops poking out into the sea. So Junie was prevented from getting around the island on the beach. a small inlet lead from the ocean towards a small lagoon where she stood the other side was surrounded by a thick jungle. As the beach was so open to the elements she would have to go to the jungle in search of suitable shelter.Crouching down Julie tasted the water in the lagoon to see if it was suitable to drink, it was salty and stung her mouth. She still had no drinking water and was incredibly thirsty. Water then shelter she decided. So she set off, quickly walking across the scorching sand, past the lagoon and into the shade of the palm tree jungle. Trees reached up above her head creating a thick canopy which blocked out most of the sun. Everything was so green, coming from a city Julie was used to grey solid blocks of concrete towering in straight rows. Here everything felt so ancient and so untouched by humans, Julie felt humbled and slightly afraid. The though of humans reminded her of how alone she was out here and she wasn't sure if she wanted company from some unknown civilization of cannibals.
copy pasta from notepad does weird shit to the paragraphs and cbfed fixing it. i removed all the extra enters it added that's good enough
Friday, September 16
i was nearly right
Hi to Josie and Jordan too =)
i forgot to add on to the last blog post that i have put on about 10kg since i moved out of home and i can lift a 20kg box with one arm now. Oh and that i have been burnt twice, and the scars, sadly, faded within days of getting them.
my apartments a 'pig sty' as my mum used to say, or a 'bomb site' though i'm trying to get on top of the cleaning. I have awesome boots which make me feel like some kick ass zombie ass killing ninja. Manly because i got them right before watching Priest and they fit the whole post-apoc cowboy theme.
I go to the movies a lot now and i see most movies not long after they come out, and i've probably been to the cinemas more in the last year than i have my entire life eg. i've seen:
Hp 7 part 1
and part 2
The Green Lantern
Super 8
Friends with Benefits
Cowboys and Aliens
Priest
Horrible Bosses
Your Highness
Source Code
Paul
X-Men: first class
The Rise of the Planet of the Apes
So in short, i'm spending way too much money and i am clearly very bored. But i don't think i will be stopping any time soon.
I can't wait to visit everyone, i need some time away from the city. and from someone...
i forgot to add on to the last blog post that i have put on about 10kg since i moved out of home and i can lift a 20kg box with one arm now. Oh and that i have been burnt twice, and the scars, sadly, faded within days of getting them.
my apartments a 'pig sty' as my mum used to say, or a 'bomb site' though i'm trying to get on top of the cleaning. I have awesome boots which make me feel like some kick ass zombie ass killing ninja. Manly because i got them right before watching Priest and they fit the whole post-apoc cowboy theme.
I go to the movies a lot now and i see most movies not long after they come out, and i've probably been to the cinemas more in the last year than i have my entire life eg. i've seen:
Hp 7 part 1
and part 2
The Green Lantern
Super 8
Friends with Benefits
Cowboys and Aliens
Priest
Horrible Bosses
Your Highness
Source Code
Paul
X-Men: first class
The Rise of the Planet of the Apes
So in short, i'm spending way too much money and i am clearly very bored. But i don't think i will be stopping any time soon.
I can't wait to visit everyone, i need some time away from the city. and from someone...
Thursday, September 15
Bet you forgot i existed
Hi Rose and Rachel! (as far as i can tell you are the only two who still go to blogger)
Lots of things have happened since i last posted. lots i won't want to repeat on here and lots of stuff just sounds like i haven't been up to much anyway.
I still don't have any friends to hang out with. Things are still off and on with steven. I still love and hate my job. I still miss home, my friends and family. And i still get depressed that i won't ever see another frosty bulls morning.
Things that have happened; i'm in my second to last kitchen for this year, i have a second piercing in each ear, thinking about more and thinking about a tattoo and saving for a motorbike.
I applied for leave at the end of next month to visit my parents. Hopefully you guys will want to see me too. Only had about 3 or 4 people reply to the post i made, so most of 'the group' probably hate me now.
I'm planning to take my dedication ritual in just under 2 years, when i turn 21 so i can call myself a witch. I'm currently studying everything i can about paganism and magical properties of everything from colours and herbs to stones.
I'm going to start writing a novel to publish and i'm determined to complete NaNoWriMo in November. I have about a million story ideas i just have to start writing them.
I also won two medals at the culinary fare. Gold and silver. Gold for Hot presented cold static dish (which i had a shit load of help to do) and silver in the live apprentice competition. For the live, i arrived late and one of the executive chefs drove me. Which is rather embarrassing. He was nice though and offered to get me off work that day. But i said i could still do it. For the competitions i stayed behind every day at work for a week or so and the night before my static i left work then came back at 10pm, worked till 5am, got into a van with the other apprentices entering, put the dish on display, went back to work and worked till 3.30pm. I then stayed till around 9pm practicing for the live in the morning.
I had spent 24 hours at work, with a couple hours out at the fare and i had about 4 hours sleep that night before i had to go off to my live. After all that, i was only 2 points behind the other skycity apprentice who had entered. not too bad but i felt like death.
might write more later. probably won't as it seems no one cares anyway.
Lots of things have happened since i last posted. lots i won't want to repeat on here and lots of stuff just sounds like i haven't been up to much anyway.
I still don't have any friends to hang out with. Things are still off and on with steven. I still love and hate my job. I still miss home, my friends and family. And i still get depressed that i won't ever see another frosty bulls morning.
Things that have happened; i'm in my second to last kitchen for this year, i have a second piercing in each ear, thinking about more and thinking about a tattoo and saving for a motorbike.
I applied for leave at the end of next month to visit my parents. Hopefully you guys will want to see me too. Only had about 3 or 4 people reply to the post i made, so most of 'the group' probably hate me now.
I'm planning to take my dedication ritual in just under 2 years, when i turn 21 so i can call myself a witch. I'm currently studying everything i can about paganism and magical properties of everything from colours and herbs to stones.
I'm going to start writing a novel to publish and i'm determined to complete NaNoWriMo in November. I have about a million story ideas i just have to start writing them.
I also won two medals at the culinary fare. Gold and silver. Gold for Hot presented cold static dish (which i had a shit load of help to do) and silver in the live apprentice competition. For the live, i arrived late and one of the executive chefs drove me. Which is rather embarrassing. He was nice though and offered to get me off work that day. But i said i could still do it. For the competitions i stayed behind every day at work for a week or so and the night before my static i left work then came back at 10pm, worked till 5am, got into a van with the other apprentices entering, put the dish on display, went back to work and worked till 3.30pm. I then stayed till around 9pm practicing for the live in the morning.
I had spent 24 hours at work, with a couple hours out at the fare and i had about 4 hours sleep that night before i had to go off to my live. After all that, i was only 2 points behind the other skycity apprentice who had entered. not too bad but i felt like death.
might write more later. probably won't as it seems no one cares anyway.
Tuesday, June 14
So.... i'm not very good at thinking up meaningful titles
Well after all the fights and bs with steven lately, i have finally given up hope that we will ever work and that i can ever be with him again.
I thought it could, and would work out for us. I've been trying all week to make things better. But when he walks out. On another road trip for 4 days when he's only been back for 3 days. I can't handle it any more and i don't want to. I don't want to be with someone who isn't going to spend any time with me when i'm paying for all their food and rent.
And no shit, i only found out about this road trip at 8:30pm last night, the night before he had to go. He only found out 10 minutes before that. Now who wouldn't tell their boss to shove it up their.... if they found out that late. On top of that, he had time to text a work mate about it and not me, he told me and his he was taking today off work so we could spend time together (it's my weekend), he told me and his boss (and HIS boss) he wouldn't be doing any more road trips (this is the second he has gone on since then). On top of THAT we agreed he would pay for rent and food, it's been two weeks and he owes me $220 in rent and $60 for food.
So i really see no point in trying for this worthless shit. I think it's time to move on (or perhaps back)
I've been having a dream lately to move to England anyway. Maybe i will go work there for awhile after my apprenticeship. Might meet a guy with a hot European accent too XD
I thought it could, and would work out for us. I've been trying all week to make things better. But when he walks out. On another road trip for 4 days when he's only been back for 3 days. I can't handle it any more and i don't want to. I don't want to be with someone who isn't going to spend any time with me when i'm paying for all their food and rent.
And no shit, i only found out about this road trip at 8:30pm last night, the night before he had to go. He only found out 10 minutes before that. Now who wouldn't tell their boss to shove it up their.... if they found out that late. On top of that, he had time to text a work mate about it and not me, he told me and his he was taking today off work so we could spend time together (it's my weekend), he told me and his boss (and HIS boss) he wouldn't be doing any more road trips (this is the second he has gone on since then). On top of THAT we agreed he would pay for rent and food, it's been two weeks and he owes me $220 in rent and $60 for food.
So i really see no point in trying for this worthless shit. I think it's time to move on (or perhaps back)
I've been having a dream lately to move to England anyway. Maybe i will go work there for awhile after my apprenticeship. Might meet a guy with a hot European accent too XD
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