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Of Hermits and Daffodils: An Interview with Jugglin’ Jess

Hello everybody šŸ˜€

I thought since I shall be leaving for quite a few days on spring break, I would leave you all with an awesome blog post on one of my favorite people on the internet. I’m sure you all might have noticed a growing trend among bloggers, and that is to interview other bloggers. Sometimes I’m ok with following the crowd, and so I would now like to introduce the first in a series of blogging interviews that I’m really excited to do! I have no idea how many I will be doing, it will probably be ongoing as I’l have to wait for people to get back to me and such, but without further ado I would like to present my very good friend, (Jugglin’) Jess šŸ˜€


1.) Let’s start off simple: if you were a crayon, what color would you be? Blue. A nice sky blue.

2.) What book has seriously changed your life? The Goose Girl. I read that at a very critical point in my life. Let me tell you–reading about a heroine that was so much like me meant so much to me. To this day The Goose Girl remains my favorite book of all time, and I still adore Ani and all her imperfections. šŸ™‚

3.) Congratulations! You’ve aged twenty years! What fact about your teens will you be most embarrassed to tell your children? Twenty years? Gah, I’m 37! Hmm… I can’t think of anything embarrassing about me. šŸ˜‰ Just kidding. Um… There’s lots of things. Notably how long it took me to figure out what “btw” and “imo” meant. šŸ˜‰

4.) And on a different note, what will you be more proud about? Any decisions that I have made and stuck to.

5.) Coming from being homeschooled, do you think you will homeschool your children? I very much doubt it.

6.) Can you enlighten us as to where your fascination with daffodils came from? Um, I honestly have no idea. I mean, I’ve never seen one in real life. (Sad, I know.) But who wouldn’t be fascinated with them? They’re so bright and happy. And then dear Kartik the Daffodil only strengthened my affection for those dear happy plants. šŸ™‚

7.) What’s the best form of expression for you? Writing. I notice that when I need to express myself, my characters express it. If I’m feeling romantic, my characters end up kissing. (Acutally, they do that all the time anyway.) When I’m doubtful, my characters doubt. Etc.

8.) Describe your dream guy. Ooooh. šŸ™‚ Funny, sweet, considerate, kind, spiritual, happy, wise, witty, understanding, a good conversationalist. And, well, tall, dark, and handsome sure as anything wouldn’t hurt. šŸ˜‰

9.) Congratulations! This guy just asked you out on a date! How long do you spend getting ready? Heh. Well… Judging from the time I’ve spent getting ready for a dates… I’d say 45 minutes to an hour. Ironically, when I go other places I spend about five to ten minutes getting ready. Boys…they can have such an effect on a girl’s time schedule. šŸ˜‰

10.) Where are you going? The park.

11.) What will you do? We’ll play on the playground for the sake of reliving a small part of our childhoods. We’ll have a picnic, and maybe read out loud to each other. Oh, we should totally climb a tree. Lots of laughing and talking should be going on amid all this other stuff. šŸ˜‰

12.) How does it end? With a deep and perfect sense of happiness. And no kissing. Uh uh. I’m saving that. šŸ˜‰ But hearing a “I really like you” at my door would be pretty much awesome.

13.) You’re most afraid of…? Being alone.

14.) You’ve often talked of becoming a hermit, or a non-catholic nun. How does this relate to your life? Well, I’ve had some less than cheery experiences with boys. I’ve learned the hard way that dating can royally stink, especially when you’re not completely trusting the person you’re dating. But I’ve also learned that even just liking a boy can give you the same emotional involvement of an relationship. So… I’m tired of all things boy related. Hence impending hermithood. šŸ˜‰

15.) So how’s that writing going? Um, ew. Just ew. I have that lovely thing going on where I know exactly what to write, but I have no idea how to write it. And when I do try to write, it all comes out all icky.

16.) How do you define beauty? I suppose we all think of beauty as something that’s pleasing to the eye, but that’s superficial beauty. I like to think of real beauty as the goodness and kindness of a person’s heart and the sincerity of their words and emotions. That’s pleasing to the soul. šŸ™‚

17.) What makes a quote meaningful to you? When it’s a simply stated yet heartfelt truth that we all can relate to. Like the last line of The Queen of Attolia. I think anyone who adores that book can just feel the emotion charging that line. It’s four words, but packs so much meaning and gives the book a perfect ending. Or “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” Not the most eloquently stated saying in the world, but who needs eloquence when you’ve got cold hard facts? šŸ˜‰

19.) Favorite silly thing you do? Playing frisbee at midnight, jumping jacks at midnight, sit ups at midnight. Pretty much everything at midnight. šŸ™‚

20.) What question have you always wanted to be asked? Go ahead and do that now šŸ˜€ Question: Do you want to be a ninja? Answer: Yes! I want to be a totally wicked awesome ninja who would blow the minds of people everywhere!


Thank you so much Jess! You’re totally groovy šŸ˜€

And now reader, my challenge to you. Ooo, I liked how I said reader there. Very Jane Eyre/Charlotte Bronte style šŸ˜‰ Anyways, what’s wrong with this interview? Leave your comments regarding the interview and this question below and when I get back I shall tell you if you were right šŸ˜€


March 29, 2009 at 10:44 am 19 comments

I don’t usually endorse zombies but…

The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken – excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their words.

So I hereby give the Zombie Chicken Award to five of my personal favorite bloggers on the internet šŸ˜€

Jugglin’ Jess over at Meandering Along

Magical Maribeth at Over The Rainbow

Sensational Summermoon at The Summermoon Chronicles

Stupendous Shannon (Hale) at Squeetus!

and Awesome-Possum Asha at Notes from the Emerald City šŸ˜€

So yeah I had fun with names.

Anyways, if there are any bloggers left… Spread the guts!

Haha, ok sorry that was really morbid. Don’t spread guts- spread the love! šŸ˜€

March 27, 2009 at 8:17 pm 4 comments


From Q.

A map of me on a sick day, which would be today.

  • Fingers: holding conversations over gmail, and a cup of tea.
  • Ears: exploring my itunes library.
  • Hair: pulled up and away from my face with an elastic headband and ponytail holder.
  • Legs: curled up slightly underneath my body as I lounge on my bed.
  • Shoulders: covered with a blanket and shivering.

Want to play?

What points would you plot to locate yourself, to map a moment? [You don’t have to use the same points I did.]

March 25, 2009 at 5:09 pm 4 comments

Grand Opening part the Second

All right, I promise to stick with this theme for at least two months. Actually I’m rather fond of it, and I’ve made many changes to the site as well! Here’sĀ  a brief run down of the new structure and what’s to come as well.

Layout: obviously.

Pages: All of the pages have been modified or changed around. The About page has all the information on the different pages. I’ve opened up the about page as well to the general public now.Ā  I’ve also added new pages such as the Books section, which also had sub pages, and quotes. Legends of the Deep has become Excerpt and More so if you’re one of the lucky few that has the password to that go ahead and check that out as well! šŸ˜€

Side Bar: A few modifcations in the design, mostly pretty simple stuff but I like.

Categories: Do you know how boring it is/how long it takes to do these properly? Especially when you have to go back through a year and halfs worth of posts. But I did it, and now for your enjoyment I have made proper categories!

And I think that’s it. So up next? I’m glad you asked šŸ˜‰

I will be taking a page from many other bloggers on the web and hosting interviews with friends and such. I’m really excited to do this and hope that you guys will enjoy too. First up will be Jess over at Meandering Along. Who by the way, also just did some major modifications to her site (as well as Anilee) so I recommend you check both their new and improved sites out.

Other posts will be much the same, aside from that I will be trying much harder to actually write posts and not just do youtube videos, etc. I have a few poetry and blog topics ideas in mind so when I get the time I will post those. But seeing how fourth quarter starts next week I can’t promise much. All I can say is I shall try.

So what do you all think? šŸ˜€

March 21, 2009 at 9:39 pm 16 comments


This blog is going to be private for the next few days as I work on my layout. I need to figure out something I’m happy with, because so far nothing really seems to be working. With that being said, I might be going officially private as well (if I know you and you comment then you will be invited to read it…) but honestly nameless people that remain anonymous yet read my blog completely freak me out. I am that paranoid.

So yes, I shall be back. And you can blame Jess for making me want to change up my layout. šŸ˜€

March 19, 2009 at 11:29 pm 9 comments

An Illustrated Story

In humanities last week we did a brief session on narrative writing and the joy that it is. We studied oral histories, looked at illustrations down by actual war victims that had immigrated to America depicting the horrors that were witnessed in Laos, Vietnam, and Cambodia and wrote our own stories of what we think might have happened based upon the pictures. It was fairly interesting actually, and I’d like to share what my team came up with for our illustration. I wish I had a link to show you the picture, but maybe you’ll get a sense of what it looked like from the story.

Here goes…

I leapt from step to step as I wandered down the stairs leading away from the house. It was a warm day that seemed to suck the land dry. Today I had to work on the crops. Taking care of the crops was a laborous task that seemed to never come to an end, but it had to be done, the family depended on it. As I aproached the bridge with the gushing waters of the river below it, I saw my brother in the distance. He was traveling by bike and heading towards the house. He had been running errands all day and no doubtedly was eager for a meal. He zoomed by without so much as a hello. This bothered me. My brother always greeted me with a friendly smile or hello. I stared at him as he frantically peddled. He slid to a stop and yelled at the top of his lungs, “Run, they’re coming!”

“Who’s coming?” I replied

“The airplanes- they’re destroying everything!”

In the distance the loud boom of a jet engine was heard soaring above the clouds. With a faint whistle and loud boom the crops burst into flame. I had to get out of there, we were under attack. At this moment a large swoop of fear came over me as I noticed neighboring houses destroyed and covered in huge plumes of smoke. I was defenseless. There was nothing that I could do to fight back. The jets came closer and closer as I watched in horror as a large bomb started heading straight for my brother and I.

I ran as fast as I could and dove out of the way as the bomb collided into the earth next to my original location. I couldn’t stand or move, fear bound me to the earth; but that did not matter. Where was my brother? I looked in every direction until my eyes came upon the desimated area where my brother once stood, his body lay left from the destruction next to his mangled bike. I called to him but there was no reply, I was alone. I looked up only to see my family’s home destroyed and in shambles. Why is the fighting happening, what did I do? I asked myself, but I had not time to answer my own question as I slowly fell into darkness, scared of what was to come.

When I awoke I stood up upon the river bank for a brief moment before quickly bending down to splash some of the water on my face. My eyes flashed open upon feeling the cold frigedness of the water,Ā  and I looked around at what only moments before had been a calm peaceful morning. Smoke rose in dark gray clouds from the ground where fire was slowly devouring the village. I watched with a heavy heart as I saw the homes of my friends burning away to nothing, and saw my friends, some dead some struggling like me to make it away from the wreckage and find solace on the opposite side of the river.

The town had been completely destroyed, but the fields remained in their perfect charred straight rows, as if mocking the disorder and chaos that existed a mere hundred yards away.

I forced myself to move away from the water, dragging the wet burlap bag with me in an attempt to control the fires burning wildly all around. In a daze, I realize that some sort of system has been set up- a chain of people connecting the town to the river. People are running back and forth between the two places. Some have collapsed onto the ground adn don’t move even when water is sloshed upon their faces. They are dead. Children, mothers, fathers, friends, all of them are dead. Those that remain in their wake continue to try and pick up the pieces of wreckage and create anew, but each day more and more stories of want and destruction will whisper fear into my heart. We will never be free of this fear. The communist rebels say that they want only to create a better life for the people- that together we will be equals and stronger as a result, but I don’t believe this. nor do I believe the patriots and puppets of the King that talk of how life does not need to change, how it in fact can remain the same as it always has.

They are all liars. Both promised to protect us, and yet ravage our cities with bombs, bully our people into meeting their supply needs, and kidnap children to meet an early death.

It makes me sick to think these thoughts and I fight to resist the hurling sensation in my gut to no avail. I watch my breakfast, eaten so peacefully under the apple trees in the orchard that morning return, and think of how much can change in a few short hours.

I will help the men put out these fires, and we will salvage what we can from the wreckage- for what else can we do? In the battle between a lion and a tiger, the mouse is only the prize to be won.

So as you can probably tell, this was written by three different authors. One of them is me, and the other two are guys in my humanities class. It’s not really edited at all, but I still think it’s an interesting piece of narrative. At least worth posting. I hope you enjoyed it, however dismal it may be, and comments are totally welcome as usual šŸ˜€

March 16, 2009 at 8:51 pm 4 comments

Wishful Bliss

I’m going dance beneath the twilight,

Dance beneath the stars.

I’m going to dance until the morning dawns,

and go home with a broken heart.

March 16, 2009 at 6:32 pm 11 comments

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