Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?


Ok, a positive experience for this one.

In the tremendous state of Ohio, there lies the greatest amusement park in the world, Cedar Point. My mom, my brother, and I all flew to Ohio a few summers ago just to go see it. Previously we had gone to Disneyland, which was fun, but it’s a more light-hearted fun. A park like Playland is fun too, has a few good rides, is closer to home… but the place is tiny, almost claustrophobic. You don’t even need an entire day to get the most out of a park like that. So, we all decided (well, mainly mom, the adrenaline junkie) that it was time for some real rides.

I still get a cold sweat from thinking about the queen of pants-shitting roller coasters, Top Thrill Dragster. The ride accelerates you from zero to 120 miles per hour (translation: about 193 km/hr) to a point 420 feet (≈ 128 metres) in the air. But, before it does that, it gives you an unsettling countdown in the form of a traffic light. Basically, when the light turns yellow, you have no idea when it’s going to turn green. You just get to stare at in sweaty horror, wondering when the launch will come.

We rode it at night. I sat beside my mom the first time. I could see her looking over at me from the corner of my eye as I stared at the green light. “Nervous?” she asked. “Don’t talk to me,” I answered, totally absorbed in fear. It turned yellow. I turned yellow. If dying from being nervous was possible, I would have died.

The launch up is terrifying, but the whole ordeal was over before your brain could register what just happened. Your brain kinda goes like, “Fear, fear, fear, wow the park is beautiful at night, we’re up high, oh god, spare me, fear, fear, ok done. I’m ok.”

I want to go to Cedar Point again someday soon.

Back to the daily grind, making up words, & thoughts on lying.

School has started up again, and I’ve finally found time to write a blog post. My plan was to write a post a day, but realistically, that’s been next to impossible. Over the summer I’ve been on vacation, and unable to use a computer. I attempted to write a post on my iPod at some point, but scrapped that idea after I had some trouble getting WordPress to even work. So, for now, I’ll be catching up on The Daily Post challenges that I’ve missed.

On August 25th, 2011, The Daily Post challenge is to make up a word, and its definition.

The word I came up with was schröcat, which means, “a cat that appears dead, but is alive.”.

Fuzzy is always sitting like this.

The first part of the word, “Schrö”, comes from the paradox known as Schrödinger’s cat, which describes a scenario where a cat is either alive or dead, depending on an earlier random event. And the last part of the word, “cat“, is pretty self-explanatory.

So there you have it.


On August 26th, 2011, The Daily Post question is… When is it ok to lie? To strangers? To friends? To family? To yourself?          

This question is a hard one to answer. It’s very open-ended, and general. Depending on the situation, I think it may be okay to lie. Or, maybe not. For strangers, a lot of people, myself included, tend to bend the truth more often than we care to realize. For me, it’s mostly when I want to make what I’m saying more unique, so I ‘change it up’. I try to not do this if there’s a chance I may get to know them better, avoiding any of those awkward ‘um-you-didn’t-really-do-that-did-you?’ situations, but sometimes it’s so hard. For the most part, I think they’re harmless, maybe even a little entertaining. No harm in stirring up a little interest, right?   

I find it a bit harder to lie to friends. They know me, and any lie told is risking losing their trust, or making you look like an idiot. The only time I really lie is to embellish some details from time to time, or omitting something that they don’t need to know. To me, secrets are important. I never feel the need to share something with someone “just because.” I find that often you’ll regret it later. I’m not the type to lie to spare a friend’s feelings, but I won’t tell you what I really think freely.

My immediate family are the ones I find it difficult to tell the truth to. Growing up, saying what was on my mind, or how I really felt about something almost always went wrong. I’d end up upsetting them, or getting into shit over something unimportant. I guess now I find it difficult to communicate honestly with my family because of that. Their inability to talk things out in a mature way, and stay reasonable about some subjects doesn’t help either. I do lie to them quite often, and don’t intend to change that, seeing as the truth rarely benefits me. It’s sad, but they have lost the right to my trust and honesty.

I’ll catch up on more challenges and questions in future posts!



Home sweet home.

Today’s The Daily Post question: Have you been to where your parents were born? What was it like?

My Dad was born on a modest farm outside of Edmonton. His entire family eventually left it to pursue a life in the city, but kept the land. Over the years, some of the land grew wild, becoming a dense mess of trees, shrubs, and prairie grass. The family sold or rented out the quarters for the most part,

In a bout of nostalgia, my dad and his brothers got together to go visit their old home, myself and Lorne included. We trekked blindly through the bush, hoping to find a recognizable landmark. We found none, tet, we all found it was entertaining enough to just wander the land.

The most comical moment was when one of my uncles brushed past a willow, knocking a large, grey object out of it. In a moment confusion, we all stood still for a moment and studied it, trying to figure out what it was. That’s when the bees showed up. We didn’t stand around after that much.

My mother was born in a city outside of Vancouver. Growing up, she took us down there often. I love Vancouver, it’s a beautiful city right along the ocean, full of exciting things to do and see. I was lucky to have gotten the opportunity to experience everything the city has to offer. My love of the ocean first began from my visits to Vancouver and the islands around it.

Currently, I am in Seattle getting ready to board a plane at 11:23 pm to Chicago. Very excited to finally be on my way to Cedar Point! Today was an eventful day in itself, I got to hold a few scorpions, tarantulas, and many exotic species of lizards at an animal refuge. I also got to meet the gecko and tree frogs that star in the TELUS commercials!



5 more days until Cedar Point!

5 more days… Absolutely cannot wait. Cedar Point is one of the most famous amusement parks in the world. It is the only amusement park with four roller coasters that are taller than 200 feet. Also, it has more rides (75) than any other and has been named the “Best Amusement Park in the World” by Amusement Today for the past thirteen years. Looks like it’s going to be an amazing end for my summer.

Reddit is my new favorite site. If you haven’t heard of it already, it’s a pretty popular website that covers pretty much every topic you might be interested in. Reddit is broken down into different areas that you can explore. You have to look at it to understand what I’m saying. It won’t disappoint. Particularly if you want browse a site better than Failblog and Memebase, or want to read interesting things about people and the world that you didn’t know about before.


Crazy photo of sky after hail storm.

Click on the photo above to look at the comments and discussion about it on Reddit. I love hail storms, they’re a lot of fun when it’s the small harmless kind. This one looks like it was slightly more intense.

Bored of using the usual smileys? 🙂 Wikipedia has an interesting article on all the emotions different areas of the world, and internet, use. My favorites are the Eastern ones.

(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

 – Flipping over a table.

| ̄ ̄|
( ´_⊃`)

– Stereotypical American Character

( ゚Д゚)

– Surprise/Loudmouthed 


 – Chuckle


– Angel


– Happy

There are dozens more too! Here is the article. Enjoy!

Comments and discussion on Reddit are found here.




Listen To Your Heart.

Learning the piano for the song, Listen To Your Heart, by D.H.T. A beautiful song, I remember listening to it on the radio when I was little. And it’s fairly easy to play. Should be fun to learn.

On another note, check out the song Fast Lane by Bad Meets Evil (Eminem and Royce Da 5″9). I am in love with it, can’t wait for their album, “Hell: The Sequel” to drop on June 14, 2011. What Eminem album isn’t crammed with phenomenal hip-hop?

I am also still planning on making a video tutorial on editing people in Photoshop. I think first I’ll focus on one about making layer masks, since that was the most difficult part of Photoshop for me to get a grip on.

On a completely different note, I have had problems with my sinuses for months now, and finally got time to book a doctor’s appointment.

Upon seeing the doctor, I found out I have post-nasal drip, or PND. PND is commonly caused by allergies, and gives tickle in the back of my throat. Or on days that it’s worse, a feeling that my throat is swollen. It usually leads to other things, like constant tiredness and throat infections. Which explains why I’ve had a few run-ins now with strep throat. So I went out and got some x-rays and blood tests done. I loathe needles. It’s funny how it works really. It’s not the actual needle that’s the scary part, but the fact that they make me faint is. Even the idea of fainting is enough to make me faint sometimes. I feel like I’ve went through a lot of effort just for all of this. The ironic part is that I used to laugh at people who seemed to complain about their allergies. Looks like the joke is on me now.

Finally I got another appointment booked for June 2. Hurrah! What a breakthrough! Right? Wrong. Just found out my parent cancelled the appointment. Okay… I’m feeling like their first priority is not my health.

So frustrating.

On top of that, the cute guy that lives right by me, that I chat with quite often on the city bus, just told me he likes men.

Ciao,                                                                                                                                             Shavonne