Meaghan’s Blog

So we did get the groceries last night. Woo!

I have not even touched that third chapter in my story yet; I imagine I should know exactly what I would like to do with it - perhaps make it longer - before I begin correcting a part of it. I wonder how many other chapters I have done, since I used to write in my notebooks when a new chapter started but I soon abandoned that for whatever reason. I just need to wait until I am sure my eyes won't start to hurt again.

I wish I had someone to write to; I like to write things, even if it's nonsense, and even if I do not even use it. If I were to have someone I could write to, it would most certainly not be nonsense (at least not of the same kind!) and it would have some use, I am sure. I shan't go looking online for one since my one and only Pen Pal only wrote to me once. She was very confusing, she was . . . She claimed she would write to me when I had moved (though later she asked me if I had moved, and before I had made it very clear I had), and even though I gave her my new address and another letter, she did not respond or even show she had gotten it! Oh, well. Perhaps it was lost in the mail.

The last day of February is today. Our neighbors, Earl and Rosella (did I spell that right?) should be expected back sometime in March - I hope soon, as I enjoy watching them mow the lawn obsessively and sit on the veranda all day. I am speaking of summer, but according to many sources, it is 'just around the corner.' Two more months . . . or really, one month, but it can be cold until May. I'm giving it plenty of time. We shall, I think, be having a garden this year too; I love having a garden, though I do not like weeding. I have always disliked weeding. Sarah and I already bought seeds for a herb garden - all right, she bought them - and we have meant to get soil for it so we can have them inside until the summer, but we keep forgetting. I have just fetched them, and we have: sweet basil, lemon balm, sage, parsley, mint, and spearmint. I do not know what 'lemon balm' is, but my mother says it is lemony, and Sarah likes lemony. I like lemony, too, especially making fresh-squeezed lemonade. Lemony is not really a word, is it?

I am talking nonsense again, I know I am. I must go think in my room for more story things.

I was updating my Amazon wish list when I decided to do something long overdue: check and see if 'Tazier' was even a word. So, a right shame, it is indeed a last name but not a word nor a book. It is not all so bad, but I had hopes that it was not a thing at all. Truth be told, I have never seen it used anywhere. Anyway, now my wish list has over fifty-eight items on it. I shall post the link, for my mom.

http://www.amazon.ca/gp/registry/wishlist/ref=topnav__b

Just hope I didn't mess that up horribly. I tried to put my address in, but it would not be taken! I did not see anything the matter with it. Oh, well. I imagine the only people who could possibly be buying me something would know my address - or can I receive things when I didn't put the address in? Maybe someone should tell me. I have not been on that site much.

Today, I expect, we will be going to get the groceries - I'll ask my mother now - Ah! She says we will not be getting them today, but on the morrow. Pity. My eyes feel fine today, so far; I can only hope they do not hurt again, but I would like to read a book or two.

I try not to complain, but sometimes things irk me far too much. I'll try and make this brief. If you do not fancy hearing me ramble, you may want to skip the better part of this entry.

Sarah had gotten a book out of the library and I decided to read it, just for kicks. It was previously published as four separate novels about these four fourteen-year-olds who are best friends decide that the remainder of their summer (about a fortnight, but for three it was just a week to find a boyfriend) should be spent trying to find summer romance (I know!). the first book was tolerable. The second, I liked the storyline but not how it was executed. The third I detested. The fourth I could not even bear to finish! It drove me nuts!

I cannot exactly put my finger on what it was that I just abhorred about the book, but I think it was how it was written - like someone had an afternoon or two to spare and didn't plan a thing for it, and just went very vague in all of it. The characters weren't really described in looks, and it was from their point of view, and there was too much talking. There was a certain vagueness (did I get that right?) that I could not stand - in Jane Austen, it was fine when she only said things were only handsome but not much detail . . . this book was just insufferable. Am I whining too much? Don't mind me. I will give the writer props for using big words occasionally, but that was about all I admired. May I add two more things? These four best friends - girls, I forgot to mention - hardly even seemed like that, as they seldom even communicated, except two friends and they only called each other twice (each person also made twenty million other friends, whom they communicated with more than the best friends). Not only this, but the boys they chose were for the wrong reasons. It was like they took what was second best or all they could get! This is no way to treat boys, not in my opinion. In the end, I could see they only really did get together with these boys so as to tell their friends they did, indeed, have a summer romance. Most of the girls didn't even really appear to like their choices, as they ought.

I regret spending my time reading it because since last night my eyes have hurt a lot from reading. I keep trying to place what it is that is so vexing about it . . . I come up with hardly a thing that makes sense. The books could have been longer and filled with less talking, I can assure you. I will stop now.

My story is at a standstill, but I have created two more novels I could do after I finish this series, which will take a very long time, but it is really nice to know I have other things to write when this is finished. I have Tazier, of course, and Olive, as you may recall  . . . as for my two other ones, one is about a girl (about twenty-ish) in Jane Austen's time, I suppose, who is a writer and falls in love with one of her characters. Now, I will not go into detail, because it's a rather dark story, and I would not want to spoil the fun of learning on your own. The other, which I thought up only a few nights ago, is about a girl in her teenage years (not sure what age) who is determined never to fall in love for whatever reason - I do not know yet - and, naturally, meets a boy who she tries not to like. It is set in some imaginary world somewhere that does not say where, really, but I know at the beginning she will definitely be climbing a big ladder up to the clouds to sit on them and the the sunrise/sunset, with her legs swinging over the edge - below the knee, that is. When she goes down the simply jumps off and floats down gracefully. This one all ends very well, the opposite of the other one. I shan't think about it too much, since I have the current one to think on.

There, I feel better now. Mostly just thinking of my stories makes me feel well again.

Today, we get to go down to the community center and play video games with the village children. For some reason, I can only envision little boys jumping around, screaming, and attacking us. We'll see if it turns out that way, but probably not. Well, I hope not.

No work on the story. I tried to write more of it but I just wound up scribbling it out, which is fine by me except a real waste of ink. I may need more pens soon . . . but I need to sit myself down and force myself to work soon, or I shall never be done.

Did I say anything about the tractor yet? I don't think I did. Dad bought a new tractor, which isn't as big as the one we used to have, and I'm sure it'll be the envy of the neighborhood. Not only can it mow the lawn, but it can shovel the driveway and scoop up stuff also! I'm sure when Earl returns from his . . . *counts on fingers* five-month trip in March, he'll be keen to see the tractor. I think everybody will.