[Im]Possibilities

Celia Celia only had one small suitcase. Standing on the platform of the train station, she...

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 15:36:17 -0500

Celia

Celia only had one small suitcase. Standing on the platform of the train station, she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the dust rising off the tracks as the cars rattled past. It was hard to tell that she afraid, but she was biting her lip and glancing at every man who walked past. A ticket was clutched tightly in her hand. She didn’t recognize the name of the town she was heading to; she only knew that it was south.

Her train pulled up, and passengers spilled from the cars, spewing onto the station platform. After the train had emptied, uniformed men began taking tickets and helping people onto the trains. She was next. Handing her crumpled ticket to the conductor, she handed him her suitcase and grabbed the railing, jumping up the steps herself.

“You’re an independent one, aren’t you, missy?” he asked as he passed her the bag she had thrust at him.

“A bit, thanks.” She looked down at her ticket.

“Seat 123 is to the right,” the conductor smiled kindly at her as he sent her in the right direction. Only nodding, she followed the way his finger was pointing and easily found her seat.

The Conductor

Today was unusual. Normally, he would not have remembered a single passenger to hand him a ticket and walk past him, other than the regulars who rolled through several times a week. But when the young women clambered on board, alone, he made certain to remember her face.

The last time a woman had boarded the train alone, she had been fleeing from debtor’s prison. It was all too common to see young women spending more than they could afford in an attempt to be seen as one of the elite members of society.

But this one was different. She did not have the arrogant bearing of an aristocrat, yet she did not have the humble air of the lower classes.
The girl was a different breed altogether.

Celia

Leaning against the window, she absentmindedly twisted the ring around her finger. It meant nothing to her, but she could not bear to get rid of it. It had once meant that her future was bright. Now the ring represented a sentiment that she could never bring back.

The train lurched forward as it pulled out of the station, leaving behind the dreary station and whatever fate had intended for them back in that town.

TO BE CONTINUED

filmgeek101: Amazing fire pit

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 00:11:09 -0500

filmgeek101:

Amazing fire pit

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Mon, 12 Nov 2012 20:27:38 -0500

goodnights-and-goodbye: stitch

Mon, 29 Oct 2012 17:02:20 -0400

goodnights-and-goodbye:

stitch

mydisneysyndrome: Captain Jack wisdom

Mon, 29 Oct 2012 17:01:17 -0400

mydisneysyndrome:

Captain Jack wisdom

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Mon, 29 Oct 2012 16:59:45 -0400

An Epiphany

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 15:05:11 -0400

Recenty, quite possibly today, actually, I remembered that I have a Tumblr. So maybe I will actually start using it again.

But to start off with, I am definitely living the college live. My one cup of sweetened coffee beverage has jumped to at least six cups of coffee, black, simply because the sweetening process is too time consuming.

I would like to say I’m learning a lot, but my English and Critical Thinking classes are only challenging in that they require me to put forth work to keep up with them. Luckily I came here primarily for the equine program as opposed to the English program, otherwise I should have been sorely disappointed.

In an interesting turn of events, I am actually enjoying my biology class. My roomie has taken it into her head to possibly convert me into a fellow bio major, which is not going to happen.

And of course I love my barn time. I may be the only student in Horse Care Practicum who has yet to complain about getting up at 6 to make sure I can drink 2 cups of coffee before being at the barn by 7:06 am. It’s an opportunity to solidify skills I already have and then learn some new ones. Like saddle fit. I never knew how to fit a saddle, and now even though I need more practice, I can successfully fit a saddle to a horse. I’m not going to lie; I can’t wait until we start wrapping legs. That is another on my to-do list of things to learn.

My riding class is going fairly well also. I have had a few basic issues to improve upon, and I am in the perfect class to do so without worrying about being overfaced. When I do happen to move up, it will be cake! Also had try-outs this past week… I must admit that I am a bit nervous to see how I did.

Cia,

Lindsey

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Mon, 14 May 2012 07:08:39 -0400

Waiting for Love

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 09:33:56 -0400

Waiting for Love

I dreamt of the Ocean

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 01:27:01 -0400

I dreamt of the ocean. It rolled and swelled underneath me, though I was not in the water. Nor was I in the sky.

I was looking for you, but I could only see the waves, blue and gray, and the sky. And there was nothing else. But I knew you were searching for me too. Or waiting for me to find you; I’m not sure which. Maybe both.

I tried calling your name, but I did not know it. The wind snatched at my voice and carried it over my shoulder and away from you. The clouds thickened and blocked the sun, and I was alone.

The sea became rougher, rebelling against the air that raged above it. The sky wanted to keep me, keep me from you.

The trailer from The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater. It so...

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 14:08:25 -0400

The trailer from The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater. It so happens to be my favorite book EVER.

heyheyrox: Here let me critique the picture for you before...

Fri, 16 Mar 2012 00:58:25 -0400

heyheyrox:

Here let me critique the picture for you before everyone gets their hands on it:

Rodrigo is holding his mouth at a weird angle. This is clearly affecting the horse’s jumping.

The horse’s breastplate is a little darker than the rest of the tack. This keeps the breastplate from doing it’s job.

The horse’s blaze is a little bit to the right at the bottom. This throws off the entire Yin and Yang of the horse.

omfg Rodrigo you bad ass where is the other half of your stirrup

How to write a Novel

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 23:17:00 -0400

Here are the basics of what makes a novel:

Character wants something
“Stuff” happens
Character either quits
Or doesn’t

I may as well be one of “those” people who compare life to a book, even though life isn’t like a book at all. I see it more as books are like life. You know, one thing is another, but another is not a one thing. But I digress.

Anyway, I, if life is a book and I’m in a novel, want something. Even if it isn’t a book, I still want something. Well, recently, “stuff” happened. I wrecked my car. Totally smooshed it. I figure now is as good a time as any to make the formal “I was in a car accident” announcement. I just didn’t want people freaking out on me. Even though I still had people freaking out on me. Within five minutes, KFC was blowing up my phone (had to call off; within minutes, everyone was calling.) And at that point, I didn’t really want to talk about it. So I didn’t. And I still don’t. But now you know.

Oh, I’m okay, by the way.

But I have made my life a bazillion times more difficult. Now, I have to rely on everybody else to get around… Which is awesome when one’s parents have nine other children.

So that is the “stuff” that happened. In a nutshell.

And it would be so easy to just quit. The other day I thought to myself, as I was walking to work in the rain from my bus stop, that it would be so easy to get stuck and say that it was too hard. And that maybe people decide not to want anything because they’re afraid it will be too difficult to succeed. Or that it’s easier just to not do anything and have somebody else pay for you and take you everywhere and feed you and wipe your -

Never mind.

But I would rather struggle.

Than give up.

Because I want to live everyday of my life.

There are three types of people: Those who watch things happen, those who make things happen, and those who wonder what the hell happened?

I SOOOO want to be able to ride like this!

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 10:53:08 -0500

I SOOOO want to be able to ride like this!

Headlands Park at Lake Erie

Fri, 02 Mar 2012 01:12:31 -0500

Headlands Park at Lake Erie

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Mon, 20 Feb 2012 13:32:42 -0500

Lake Erie Scholarship Competition

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 13:33:51 -0500

Friday night on my way back from the barn, I kidnapped 1/2 of my BFFs to come along with me to my scholarship competition. This was brought about by Kenna saying we needed to hang out and me going, “NO TIME!!!!” Until I realized I could just take her with me. So that is exactly what I did. We drove up Friday night with my mom and little sister, giving me time to catch up with Kenna (my job and school combined are trying to steal my soul). Until my mom got really sleepy and I had to drive. By the way, I loooovvveeee my car way more than my mom’s minivan.

Then we finally get to the hotel around 11:30. Then I had to finish my scholarship essay (I do not recommend waiting this long to get stuff done. It wasn’t that I hadn’t worked on it beforehand; I had worked on it for three weeks… But I had about three weeks worth of writers’ block that I had to work through). Then comes the panic attack of… where on earth are we going to print this beasty essay?!? Fed-ex and Officemax do not open till 9 on Saturdays… So we decided to ask at the front desk. At 1 in the morning. Luckily, avoided asking because we found the computer station, complete with printer. That’s what’s up! Then we had a stapler issue, as in, we didn’t have one. They had a pretty nifty vending machine that we thought might have a stapler, but it didn’t. It only had drugs and condoms. Oh, and princess puzzles for the kids. So we were by the vending machine and we saw a hotel lady wandering around (putting bills under doors, actually). We had seen her before on the other side of the hotel when we were printing off my essay. So I decide I might as well ask if she had a stapler at the front desk that we could use in the morning. In my most polite KFC customer service voice possible (complete with pjs), I ask about the stapler. Of course, Kenna and Kelsey are not used to my super polite KFC voice, so they are literally choking on laughter… The lady goes through one door, we go through another… to the same stairwell. I thought I was going to have to do the Heimlich on Kelsey to get the giggles out of her throat. Then we went upstairs and crashed.

The next morning, Kenna woke me up at 7. She has sleep issues, which is why she was up. I have the opposite sleep issues, which was why I was not. So we got ready and then headed over to Lake Erie College! We checked in and went to sit down. They talked. Then we split up into groups. I happened to be in the group that did interviews first. They walked us to another building and sat us in their “parlor.” (I call it a parlor because the furniture looks like it is from a fashionable 18th century parlor from fashionable society). Which I think is super cool. I talked to the people sitting next to me because I had on my friendly face, and I was just super excited to be there. For those of you who I have not yet told (which should be none of you), Lake Erie is my first choice… well, it’s actually my only choice. I don’t really want to go anywhere else. So I sat and talked to different people as the girls I was talking to went to their interviews… Time passed and finally… “It’s time to go to the group processing activity!” Umm… wait a second… I went up to the lady and was like “I haven’t had my interview yet.” Apparently, I was a no-show. So we got that straightened out and I went and did my interview. My interviewers were a professor and a student from the Equine Program. Perfect! I am positive I made a good impression. I was on my A-game. But I am not going to share what they asked or my answers because that would make this blog waaayyyy too long. But it was a very conversational interview and was a whole lot less awkard than my interview at Findlay’s scholarship competition. Then I went and caught up with the rest of my group at the group processing activity, which was really just chill time and did not make an impact on the outcome of the competition. We all got maximum points. Then was the math test. Enough said on that. Luckily I beasted both my essay and interview, so hopefully that will carry me through.

Then came lunch time. Oh, lunch time. We went to the ultra-fancy La Malfa center (which was actually attached to our hotel). They had tables set up, but they all had somebody sitting at them. The only one we found that had enough seats for the four of us had a boy and his father. The boy, let’s call him Jonny to protect the “innocent.” I’m just covering my tracks in case this boy does happen to go to LEC and figure out who I am and find my blog. He was not horrifically ugly… But definitely not attractive. So we talk to the two sharing our table because it would have been rude not to… I was still joking around with Kelsey and Kenna… At one point my mom said something about how I had worked so hard to get here, and Kelsey goes, “And just to get her name on a cupcake…” So Jonny goes “Oooohhh burn…” and then makes a little comment a bit later while Kelsey and I are arguing about birthday cakes. I guess he felt left out. A couple minutes after, my mom asks Jonny if he has any siblings and he says no, but that she (Kelsey) is adorable and that he would like to take her home (as a pet… don’t think dirty thoughts because that was not what was implied. Just covering my tracks again). I said he could take her so that I could have my own room for the next few months. Kelsey did not say another word the rest of the meal. At one point we all stopped talking. I looked at Kelsey and she looked back at me. We can read each other’s mind almost, so she knew I was thinking about how she was so adorable when she was quiet. Then Jonny goes, “Awkward silence.” Which of course makes it worse.

Then the president spoke and told us about “The Days…” One of which is Mountain Day. Mountain Day is a day that nobody knows except the president where they cancel classes for a scavenger hunt. You get into teams of four for this, and there are some pretty spectacular prizes. So Jonny, of course, invites me to be on his team. And I’m like sure because I was still in polite mode. Not gonna happen. Sorry, Kid.

Kenna was also not really participating in any of the conversation… Thanks for that, by the way. I later found out that she was distracted by a super cute guy at the next table (who I had talked to after our “group processing activity” and who had told me I would be safe in case of a knife fight because I was wearing a Carhartt. That’s good to know).

Luckily, we managed to extricate ourselves without exchanging contact information. It was a close call though because neither I nor my mom had a camera to take a picture of my cupcake. So Jonny’s padre offered to take a picture and send it to my email. But what are best friend’s for? Kenna had her cellular device and took a picture for me! Yahoo!

Then we visited the barns to watch a bit of an IDA (Intercollegiate Dressage Association) show. My mom totally does not get it. “So we’re really just going to watch a horse running around in circles?” Yeah… That’s why we don’t talk much.

Then Kelsey really wanted to go to the beach, so we visited Headlands Park, ran across the beach barefoot and back, put shoes back on because it was REALLY cold, took some pictures and came home.

Lake Erie is going to call me on March 1st to let me know how I did. It is going to be a really long wait.

Chapter 1

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 01:21:16 -0500

For the past few nights, I have been trying to think of what to write for my first “real” blog. Actually, the past few nights I have gotten home late from work and thought to myself that I really should write my first blog, but then I realized that it was after midnight and that I really just needed to crash so that theoretically, I could wake up in the morning. It still didn’t really help. I guess it’s a good thing that my mom still does occasionally pay attention to whether I get up for “school” in the morning. In fact, the only reason I’m still up now is because I have an essay to work on before I go to bed. But I digress.

The first two attempts at “Chapter 1” (neither of which were titled “chatper 1), involved time and independence. How most people do not have enough time because they waste it and how all I want is to be free. But I had no success in wording either blog as eloquently as I wanted to, and they both sounded pretentious and like someone had shoved high school essay structure down my throat. So I decided not to force anyone to read high school regurgitation and just waited until tonight when I have something concrete to say.

And it’s not even that I have some sort of revelation to impart to you, my readers (all two of you… ha). But I thought I’d share a little something about myself:

I might be nice, and mostly innocent, and a pretty blonde girl, but I am not stupid. Why would someone who I’ve worked with once, tonight, (yes, I mean my job at KFC), get off work, go to the bus stop (practically right in front of our store), miss the bus, come back to the drive through window to ask ME if I will give him a ride home? Dude, I don’t even know you, let alone trust you. Just a little bit creepy. I haven’t had to worry much about the people I work with, but fast food workers in general are one reason I’m thinking about taking boxing classes. And I mean the punching kind, not whatever kind of boxing they have in Canada on boxing day.

Anyway, that’s all for now. Time to go write a scholarship essay!

Favorite Inanimate Object

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 10:01:17 -0500

Definitely would have to say my car. It it my mobile house. I would be unable to maintain my nomadic lifestyle without it.

[Im]Possibilities: An Introduction

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 09:29:00 -0500

I suppose the beginning would be a good place to start; an introduction, if you will. This blog is essentially going to be a chronicle of “Me.” So just to warn you of what you might find here in the future: short stories - I like to write (otherwise I would not be starting a blog), my opinions (right or wrong), and what’s going on in the life of your’s truly.

In case you’re wondering about the title of my blog: I have entirely unrealistic aspirations. There are only two things I could see myself doing with my life: writing or riding (horses). Both are starving artist professions that take an enormous amount of skill, so I have a lot of work ahead of me. So you are welcome to tag along for the ride and see where this takes me!