Back to the World

[Sigh] Time flies, so I've been told. And apparently bad bloggers forget to blog when time moves just a little bit too quickly.

Since May 12th, many things have changed. Me, for one, along with some of my friends. But I suppose change is the only constant in this world.

We raised more than enough money to go to Globals for DI. From May 23rd to the 27th, I had the time of my life with four people who make me feel complete. We didn't compete well, coming in 30th out of 60-something teams, but hey--it was worth the fun.

School ends in three weeks [insert thunderous applause and thanks to God]. I can't wait. It always seems like summer never comes fast enough, like it's just a couple weeks behind. Always.

But as to change... In these past two [or three?] weeks, I can honestly say I've matured as a person. Do teenagers always say that? I'm not sure, but I feel older. A lot older. Not an adult, no, but someone older and wiser with more of a purpose in the world. It's a cool feeling.

My close friends have grown up, too. We're finally turning into "people" instead of just "kids." Is that a good thing? No idea. But I like this newly-discovered maturity.

I leave you now with little to think about and even less to say. I promise that soon, very soon, I will blog "fo reals" and actually give my words some substance.

Abbs is [tired, and] out.

In Reply

I was just asked if I'm crazy, and if I believe in magic.

No, I'm not. And no, I don't.

I'm no more crazy than your average teenager... Me being crazy is about the same as one of them acting normal.

And "magic" isn't real. I'm not some cracked-up Harry-Potter-loving lunatic. I do not believe in "magic," I believe in the power of the mind.

The mind is capable of turning life into something more than just the everyday monotony. The human mind is the magic I believe in. Without it, you're screwed. With it, you have all the power in the world.

So in my profile where it says "magic to always believe in," use your noggin. I'm not casting spells on people. I'm using my brain. I'm taking my daily experience in combination with my dreams and my best friends to create my own world, my own life.

And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.

Island of Misfit... People

While we're on the topic of "crazy" [see previous post], I'd like to introduce to my blog world a friend of mine, someone that I've never met in person but visit almost every 24 hours.

His name is Jasper. He is about six feet tall, with dark brown hair that casually stands out in every direction and dark blue eyes that always seem to be hiding something. He dresses as if it's medieval times and often carries a bow and arrow. He never speaks in direct thoughts and often gives me riddles to solve to figure out his message. His home is on an island, an island more beautiful and terrifying than any on this planet.

His nickname is my "other half," and he is my twin. But only in my dreams.

Now you think I really am nuts. Before you reach for the phone to dial the psychiatric ward, hear me out.

For awhile now, I've been dreaming about the same island every single night. I go and visit, staying in the house there, wandering through the forests, watching the sun set on the ocean... You get it. But in the beginning, I was always alone, by myself on some big scary island.

And then Jasper found me.

He led me from the first danger I encountered on the island, a battle in the meadow. He kept me safe from every single demon or evil force that managed to survive on my island. Without him, I would have "died," left to perish in my dreams on the coast of an island that doesn't exist.

He never spoke at first, always disappearing. Now he talks. A lot. He speaks quickly and quietly, either in riddles or in rhymes to keep me thinking or regular conversation [if he feels like it]. He would not tell me his name, so I codenamed him Jasper, and he seemed to like it.

He calls me "Angel," short for "Guardian Angel." Long story. He calls himself my other half and makes fun of me for being short.

Tonight, if I go to the island, I'm going to ask about his real name. Again. It's been our topic of discussion for the past week... Maybe he'll crack today.

Oh, and the reason I know for sure that I'll ask? Because these dreams aren't regular dreams. I can remember everything from real life and all of the questions I have for him. And he knows everything about my real life--he'll want to hear all about the AP exam.

Yep. I just reread this. I've lost it. Goodnight :]

Fatigue?

I never wish to see the words "AP United States History Exam" again in my entire life.

Gah. I looked at it again. Still doesn't make me hate it any less. Honestly, I cannot "get into" history. Sure, it's exciting. Yes, it's life-changing to learn. But can I master it? Apparently not. [Special thanks to a certain eighth grade teacher for managing to pound a few good points into my head... like Hamilton v. Jefferson and all that Civil War info. And my tenth grade one did a good job too, with all the random other stuff we learned...]

I can learn it if I can relate to it. That's why I'm such a science geek--I see it everywhere, all the time. But the Wilmot Proviso? The Roosevelt Corollary? No way. Out of my league. There are a few events I can jump into--like Hamilton and Jefferson. That's probably because my ancestor shot Hamilton. Probably.

So anyway... No me gusta. No, no, no, no, no me gusta. And now, as a result, I'm really, really tired.

Which probably has something to do with the crazy powers and seeing dead people.



[dramatic pause]



Yes, I said it. Seeing dead people. And crazy powers. It all started yesterday, while we studied for the exam. Eddie, Lyrika, and Debbie--my supernatural chicas--were at my house, and we were talking about "special powers," leading inevitably to Eddie and I confessing our secret abilities that go beyond normal human behavior. Then the other two confessed to theirs, and we found ourselves freaks among freaks.

It was nice.

Instead of hiding our "powers," we decided to enhance them. Yes, we now sound crazy, I'm aware. But it was freaking cool. We're going to meet on every full moon [and possibly every new moon] to share the freakness and just be ourselves for a night. In the meantime, we'll work on managing our abilities, controlling them for our own benefit. It will be difficult, but very fun. And very rewarding.

Now that I sound like a lunatic, let me add on. Today I saw a dead person. Is that weird? Yes. They sat on a bench, glared at me while wearing all black, and took off running, disappearing from my sight. They were not friendly. My blood ran cold and my adrenaline went nuts.

Eddie and I are currently discussing these matters, concerned for our sanity as well as our abilities. Are we crazy? Are we "different"? Or are we simply exhausted? No way to tell.

I sure hope I'm not crazy. The voices in my head would be offended.

Sharing is Good [If Voluntary]

You know what I hate? Moochers. Parasitic people who take what is not rightfully theirs and give nothing in return.

Or worse, people who see something wrong with their government and say nothing about it. HATE.

Quit depending on other people to make you happy/keep you financially stable/do all of the work for you. Be independent. Do it yourself. Do everything in YOUR power to get what you want/need and don't use other people when they're not necessary.

Gah. Dependent people. Gah.