Saturday, May 30, 2009

I'm already tired of me

Let's talk about something more interesting? Good...I may just have to change the whole focus of this blog. Then again, I guess the fact that it rambles and has no particular focus is more my style. I mean, I already have one poem and two little random ramblings. Let's talk about things that amaze me...

The first in this particular series is Arch Rock on Mackinac Island, Michigan.
I love all things mythical and legends. I'm fascinated by the imagination of people and the stories they told to try to make sense of their own existence. I'm a bit strange, I know. This is why I was drawn to Arch Rock and it's story when I was going through a travel magazine today.

Arch Rock is a formation 146 feet above the shore, which formed over thousands of years of erosion. Wind and water wore away the soft rock, leaving the arch which spans fifty feet at its widest point. From certain angles, it appears as if the arch is suspended in the air.

But the story is the Ojibwe Indian's story of how the formation was created. From my issue of Budget Traveler, the story is that the Indians in the area believed that the Great Creator "blew life into the world through the hole."

I also found a story on, which made me want to find more. Sadly, the information on this legend is quite scarce. I wish I could find more, but here is what had to say about it.

Many winters ago, the sun would disappear into an immense hole somewhere in the distant west, just as the stars came out. A chief of the Ottawa nation committed a shameful act and angered the Master of Life. In punishment, he sent a powerful wind upon the earth and the hills trembled and the waters roared. This lasted a whole day and even the sun was disturbed. It shot up through the sky until it stood frozen in the center, shocked by the chief's actions. All the people were shocked and watched the sun as it turned to the color of blood. Then, it fell from the sky and with a terrifying noise, struck the shore on Mackinac Island. When the people dared to look again, they saw that the rocks had been made into an arch that hung high above the lake. The sun had fallen through the opening in the rock and plunged below the surface of the earth. It came out the next day from the east and made its usual journey. To this day, the Ottawa people do not walk across the arch and few even go near it.

Absolutely fascinating. I love this story and the place itself looks beautiful. I hope you enjoyed that little story. =]

Photo 1
Photo 2 and Mackinac State Historic Parks

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Get a life...

Yea, that's on my to do list.

I have a life that has been specially formulated to make me socially retarded and untroubled by spending all my time at home. If don't make an effort to, I never have to leave the house at all. I'm like that kid from Sixteen Candles and his parents have to force him to go to prom. It's that bad sometimes and it doesn't help that my world is so well-contained here.

I live with my family because I'm broke. I also somehow ended up being co-nanny for my one-year-old brother since I was just lying around and I just ended up helping. I don't have a real job because I would have no way of getting there unless it is really close to home. I go to school online because I don't have my license/a car. The license is my fault because I also seem to not like driving; this adds to my social awkwardness because apparently being a teenager who is legally allowed to drive should make me automatically love/want to drive. I just don't like it and I wish I did because it would just make life so much easier. Plus, I wouldn't have to let other people who drive like asses drive me around.

Since, I spend a lot of time online for school, I also end up spending a lot of time online to socialize. I have real friends of course, I'm not a weirdo in a basement getting food delivered and not going out into the sunlight. I have many real friends, but many of them don't live nearby and the ones that do have schedules that conflict with my time out of the cave. I don't know how many times my friends and I make plans to hang out before it actually happens. This leads me to spend way too much time talking to people online. I would feel bad for myself, but I have met some of the coolest people this way. One of my newest friends, I made on AIM and he is one of the coolest people I've talked to in a while. Luckily, I can also confirm he isn't just some creep.

I guess, I just need to snap myself out of it. What else is there to do?
I can't expect for my social awkwardness to magically disappear or to go out more without making some sort of effort. I just need the right kind of motivation. For example, I am not a club kind of person, which is one of the reasons I hardly go out, I mean what else do people my age do in LA? Most of the people I could be hanging out with are at this very moment at a club doing coke off some bathroom counter. No thanks, I'm good. Luckily, I have friends who know how to enjoy a good hike, go to the beach, or just hang out and listen to music. I just need more of them to have better schedules.

Of course, I don't mind staying home to read a book or watch a movie. I can do it all by myself and have no problem with it. I'm quite a solitary creature. A vida nunca é exatamente a maneira que você quer porque algo sempre parece melhor. Did I mention that I can use Babelfish? =]

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Let's Be Friends

Let's be Friends

When summer ends
And children grow
Lift your dress
Your turn to show

In the dark, talking low
Under cover, where no one knows

Let's be friends, Let's be friends, Let's be friends

Offering your heart to me
The first mistake you made, you see
I can't accept, I don't agree
There never was a you and me

Holding hands, you didn't see
It was no more than empathy

And I hope that we can just be friends
Let's be friends, Let's be friends, Let's be friends

You took me to your double bed
Playing games with my dumb head
I never saw the clothes you shed
You never heard a word I said

I couldn't look into your eyes
Who's losing in this compromise?

And I hope that we can still be friends
Let's be friends, Let's be friends, Let's be friends

We are merely children still
As we sit under the windowsill
Staring up into the sky
How did it get up so high?

The stars, they wink as they go by
It's our chance to say goodbye

All that's left is for us to be friends
Let's be friends, Let's be friends, Let's be friends

I actually wrote this yesterday, but I wanted to post it here.
It's pretty clear what it's about and I needed to get things off my chest.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Another beginning...

What to say?

I suppose that is the whole point of this. I'm a feeler and a thinker. When others tell stories about the past, I remember the way I felt, but the actual event. I have a strange type of memory that doesn't always include words or explanations. So there is a need to be met.

I could never keep diaries or remember to write down whatever profound things occur to me in the middle of the night. I can, however, try to keep track of it all. Keep a folder of my thoughts, though it may only be a small cross section of what my mind experiences. This has nothing to do with others or gaining attention. I simply want to be able to look back and put dates and places and any other details that I can, to the memories that I make.

I may not keep it updated. I will probably abuse this blog and ignore it for months, but I hope it can grow with me. I hope I can write out my thoughts the way I would tell them to my best friend. I want to grow to love this little creation that I can call mine in this web of connections that people have made.

What I wanted to say was, that this was a blog about a girl. A girl with too many thoughts for one head and too many emotions for one heart. I feel before I think, and this tends to leave me scarred, but I don't have the heart to change. I'm a girl with two faces, the one I wear for myself and the one that takes it place when I walk out into the world.

I'm the girl that is scared to forget all the little moments in my life, but I'm dying to forget some of the largest events.I hate being the center of attention, but I don't mind writing a blog that a few people may stumble across. I also secretly hope that these people will like me, but I don't expect that I will make sense to anyone else.

"Someday we'll all be gone
But lullabies go on and on...
They never die
That's how you
And I
Will be"

-Billy Joel