L is for Luck or Lack There Of

The way my morning went I had this topic by 10Am.

I have got to be one of the most unlikely people there is alive! If you have ever seen the movie 'Just My Luck' with Lindsay Lohan you would understand my situation. It was that bad! Wait..... it was worse! I couldn't pass it on to someone with a kiss. Just my luck exactly.......

So to begin off my morning I had to get up early, which anyone who knows me knows that me getting up early is not a pretty thing, but I got up early in a worse way than usual. I was nervous. Extremely nervous. For one reason, a test. Not a test of faith, although I guess it could be looked at as that, but a drivers test. Here in Ontario we have the beginners (G1) then after we get some driving experience we have to go for our G2 in order to be able to drive by ourselves. However after a certain limit of time you have to finally go for your final evaluation. THE G!!!! It sounds all magical I know! Who can resist the big 'G.' Trust me you must resist. ITS PURE EVIL! Just like whats under the island on LOST, Dooms Day, or the RING. Anyways enough of my nerd references.

So my test is about 40Min's away from where I live, so hopping in my car I take off. Once I get to Orillia and enter into the office to sign in, I realize that I need to get my car information. Heading back out I find out that I locked my keys in my car! Yeah I know, bad luck right! Don't get me started. So after freaking out to my parents while they are at work, I call a tow truck. A half an hour later they show up laughing at the irony of the situation and unlock my car. With a quick "Highlight of my day" comment and a little chuckle from the tow truck driver I happily sign in.

After waiting 40 Min's in the office to get a driving instructor, I learn that my driving instructor has a student. Or trainee is probably more correct. So starting off stressed out, she list off the rules and we go on our way. I nail parallel parking, 3 Point turns and even driving on the highway. I was flying high! Why was I so nervous to begin with? However when we pull into the parking lot she tells me I failed. Why? Because something my drivers ed teacher forgot to tell me was that apparently before you make a left or right hand turn (NOT A LANE CHANGE) a turn, you have to check your blind spot as well as your mirrors. I got the mirrors part but the blind spot? Seriously? She told me that I did really well with the blind spot when changing lanes but with the accumulation of the other turns that I fail. Also the fact that when she got me to do an emergency stop to make sure I can preform it if needed, I didn't know where to find the four way flashers on my new car. Not that she gave me enough time to put them on before she made me pull out.

So feeling very upset, not emotion, but ANGRY. I waited for these two moronic women to get out of my car and speed away. Irony? Yes. But hey what would you do if you just found out you failed after paying $75 for the test and an extra $40 for the tow truck to unlock your car?

With the accumulation of everything that happened in the morning, I gained an unpleasant stomach and a nasty migraine. Which left me calling into work sick, losing out on approx $50! Awesome! So know there is a little taste of my luck.....or lack there of.

You would be surprised how often these days occur.

K is for Kayak

So I had a really hard time with this one, so I am just going to write and see what comes up.....as usual.

A Kayak, made of solid wood or even fibre glass will get the job you want done. Whether it is for a nice little trip on the lake, or for a nice long adventurous trip. However the problem with Kayaks is how easily they can flip. With just a slight movement the one or sometimes two passenger boat can be capsized. It is this common scenario that people have to wear life jackets when using a kayak. Now the purpose of a life jacket as everyone knows it too keep the individuals head above water.

Every human is like a Kayak. We are strong and sturdy but with a little uproar we can easily capsize and make a mess of our everyday life. The life jacket we where to protect us, is our morals and beliefs. If we don't have those then how can we every survive and keep our head above water with everything wrong in this world. The water at first startles us, but in the end we find it refreshing and grow from the experience.

So how did I do for winging it?

J is for Journey

A great way to look at life is as a journey. Gods way of showing you what life is all about. Our journey could take us in different directions depending on our choices. Sometimes its great, but at times challenges sneak up to scare us. Jealously can creep in and mess things up, Joy can show meaning to the meaningless. Its part of human nature for us to go through different scenarios to get to the person we are or are going to be.

Jealously. That's an ugly thing, but believe it or not we all have a jealous bone, and its not just in romantic relationships, it can be in all forms of relationships. From work and family to friends. Depending on how you handle the situation thrown at you is how your tough journey will end. Since I have never really been in a romantic situation I really wouldn't know all the jealously type rage some go through. However I have felt jealous over guys I don't have dibs on, or jealous that some of my closest friends may like someone more that me. Its foolish but its true. You always want to be the person that makes someone laugh till they cry, if that person is not you it can royally suck.

Joy. Many times in life you will feel the odd sensation of 'flying high.' Don't be alarmed I know this is a weird and strangely not a common feeling, but its good. Life throws in a freebie every now an then, which is a nice surprise! Its in those moments that life makes sense! You don't feel like getting hit by a mack truck or dream of getting shot just to have an excuse to like being alive.

All life journeys are crazy and sometimes you may feel like just laying on the road and saying I give up trying! Which in many ways is how I felt the past few weeks, and to tell you the truth I have no idea why, but we all have a strange quirks. For example I get my energy from my friends, if they are not there, my journey drags to a dead end.

Hmm, now for the task of coming up for tomorrows topic.

I is for Invisibility

Now I don't mean so in the creepy way Clay Aiken sings or the scientific all new level creepy of 'Hollow Man' with Kevin Bacon. I just mean in the way, that I never really disappear, but in some cases just became invisible to people.

Now normally I am pretty good at this. I can go throughout my house, or even work and many times people don't even know I was there. For example: At work I am known as "giggles" now don't ask me cause personally laughing just isn't my thing all the time. However because I did not laugh at all during the long hours of the holiday weekend a lot of my fellow employees did not know I was working. I was having a "mediocre" day, as I have been for the past two weeks.

Although I try and stay away from a lot of people this following week though, they just keep noticing me. Those are the times I wish I would just disappear. It would make it so much easier to go through the day, packing peoples groceries without feeling the pressure to talk to anyone, or fill in the awkward silences. Yes becoming invisible would be kind of lonely, but would it not be great to be able to disappear and reappear when you wished? Having a bad hair day? Disappear, supervisors trying to find you? Disappear. Trying to run away from an awkward situation with the opposite sex? Disappear. If only life were that easy. Instead we have to suck it up and stay 100% visible. One thing I have learned however, is never wear a hat. It just seems to draw more attention to your face rather than take it away! Damn hats, why do I love them oh so very much.

H is for Heroes

Everyone has their own heroes, from fiction characters such as Batman, and Superman to people that actually lived and breathe such as Ghandi. Either way heroes have created peace in us some way or for some reason.

My personal favourite superhero would have to be Superman. Yes he is fictional but he is the 'man of steel!' He brings hope to the people of metropolis and in many ways brings hope to little children who read the comics or watch the cartoons. For a lot of people Batman is there favourite superhero. Now I am not judging.....well maybe I am, but Batman really isn't a superhero. After reading a lot of Batman comics in the past couple months I have come to the conclusion that Batman is just a spoiled rich kid who is angry at the world and decided to become a man wearing a Bat suit. He has no strength or super power. He just has fancy toys and money. To add to the fact is he is just plan cocky! What do people see in him? Hes a jerk. Superman yes has a weakness as every superhero does. Its Kryptonite, but at least he has super powers. Fire out of his eyes, super speed, strength and hearing, not to mention flying and the fact that bullets bounce off of him!

The Hulk just has anger management problems, he's big, menacing and has strength. Spider man is a weak kid, who just so happens to get bit by a radioactive spider. Why does everyone scream when the see a little spider.....(including myself) but when 'Spider man' comes its all praise? There is no difference! He's just a giant spider! Kind of gross if you think about it.

As for all the rest of the heroes. Well they are not that great to begin with, that's why they don't have a movie out about them. I mean yes there is the Green Lantern, the Green Arrow, Aqua man, Superwomen, Flash, Captain America, etc. How often do you hear about them? Not very much, because the world would rather hear about the 'Man of Steel,' the freak in the bat suit, or the disgusting flying insect.

As for people that actually exist. Well I would have to say my heroes would be my family. They are awesome all around, and I personally look up to them all. They have been a great influence in my life and continue to be there for me no matter what.

This is what I think about in my free time. Interesting isn't it!

G is for Gruesome Stories

My mind as you can probably tell is really random and somewhat off topic a lot. I may seem normal on the outside but when in comes to writing, I like to write the twisted stories that sends chills down peoples spine.

I love writing but for the life of me I can't write anything longer than a short story. After talking to a fellow employee who also writes I realized that there is nothing wrong with a series of short stories. After all isn't that what Edgar Allan Poe did? However considering I actually want to create stories for scripts and make movies off them, I am eventually going to have to learn to pace myself and be slightly more descriptive when it comes to the whole storyline. Drag it out a bit.

Back to the subject of gruesome stories. I enjoy reading them as well as writing them. In my earlier years I realized that I couldn't write....well from a third persons point of view that is. I was going about writing all wrong, so in high school when our English teacher told us to write a story from first persons point of view, I was surprised by how easy it was. Sitting down I started writing and before I knew it I had a full blown short story. Now mind you it was slightly twisted of course, but interesting non the less. In grade 12 I was given the same task, to write a story. So sitting down on my lunch break I began. About how a young religious man finds himself snapping in a big city and accidentally murders a young women. After feeling the surge of energy run through him he ends up continuing his spree with excitement thinking he is doing it in Gods name by ridding the world of evil. He cuts the bodies up and throws them in trash bags and slides them down a gap between a tree and the ground in Central Park, where he is later caught. Now I never got that story back from my teacher, so I don't know what grade I got or what comments were made but it was thrilling to write.

I have used religion as a negative in my short stories, but only showing how a twisted mine could see the good in it. I am a Christian myself. However after writing my first story which I will post again shortly, my two older brothers, who took psych proof read my story and told me that I got it dead on from the mind of the psychopath and proceeded to make funny jokes about me. Any who that's my mind and here's my story re blogged. Keep in mind I did write this 3 years ago.

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F is for Future

As a little kid you go through many hopes and dreams of what you want your life to be like at the end. However as you grow your aspirations change with you as you dip into different experiences. I was no exception, I wanted to be a director, an artist, a movie producer, a doctor, a nurse, etc.

As you enter into your final senior years of high school you really have to consider you options, look at what you want to do with your life, and for me that was a huge decision that I wasn't quite comfortable with making as I was exiting. So I took a year off, and its been great, working at a retail store with a lot of friends. Hearing them talk about reaching for their goals in life and getting a variety of mentoring they have all helped me come to a conclusion about my life.

The future can scare everyone from all ages, after all it is the mystery unknown to the world. How will you live your life? Will you be happy with your decision?

Part of me has always known ever since I saw my first non animated film "The Titanic" that film is a career I feel passionately enough about to fully succeed. I created my portfolios and applied to three different film schools this year. New York, Toronto and Vancouver. I was only hoping to get accepted to one so that my mind would be made up, but unfortunately I got accepted to all three prestigious film schools. Freaking out with excitement at first and then fear I had to talk to everyone that has really influenced me in my life, their opinions. After long discussions and many tears I finally decided to go to Toronto Film School. Lets just say my parents are thrilled that I am only going to be an hours drive away.

Although I haven't started school yet for the past three years I have been working with editing programs, trying to get the feel for them and improve my possibilities. At this point in my life I realize that editing makes me happy. Adding music to video clips, changing the mood of the video by the choice of music or even the effects used in the video. Now my videos are very juvenile, and I hope to film something of my own in order to have my videos grow with me. However these will do until I can think of something entertaining enough.