glodric

I have found him after a year of waiting!

We go together like two things that go together really well. <3

I added this to my list.

Seven months later…

I feel very confident that I’ve finally achieved it.

I would say “I tried” but I really didn’t. I just got lazy. Oh well. This has been a lesson in laziness and procrastination for me.

Something I whipped up as a reminder. I have so much I want to do and what seems like so little time to do it.

I slacked off and forgot about this goal. Now I have a lot to do and little time to do it.

But I will do it nonetheless!

Take nothing seriously—it’s not worth the heartache to do otherwise.

Be flexible and laid back—life goes in all sorts of directions and so should you.

Know when to give up. Know when to keep going.

But most importantly, Do What You Dream. A philosophy that started with one of my favorite movies/books, The Neverending Story. It doesn’t matter about the outside forces—do what you dream. For me, something could go wrong when you do, just as something could go wrong when you don’t, but at least I will be content with no regrets of not following my own wishes.

Something creative, most likely involving theatrical arts. I want to be a clown for Cirque du Soleil (I’m going to clown college). I want to do photography, and writing—I’m also going to be an author.

I want to do ALL SORTS of things with my life! And it’s okay if I don’t know what all of them are right now. All in good time.

Everytime I think I’ve found one, it always backfires.

Woe is Glodric—will she never have her quirky male sidekick?

I have one that I’ve had most of my life but haven’t really realized it. It’s something along the lines of “nothing is to be taken seriously.” Or maybe more like “Life is not meant to be taken seriously.

I still have to think about it though.

Now it’s time for me to celebrate, as I think he would have prefered everyone to do instead of be sad.

Pretty much. It’s fun.

And, hey, now I can say I’ve stolen a spoon from Denny’s. A fairly interesting conversation starter/ice breaker.

Redecorate my room.

6. The way my nose goes up a little at the tip. Especially noticeable in a profile shot.
7. My ears. They both have these weird little indentations/marks on them in the same place (but the marks look different). It looks sort of like I was bitten or something. It’s kinda cool.
8. The shape of my face. I can’t explain why but I really like it.
9. My scars. I have some mega awesome scars, like a half-moon scar on my left knee from when I was in A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
10. My smile and my general facial expressions. I was definitely born my father’s child. I look like him and act like him and have all the same facial expressions-including my smile-as he does and I’m very proud to. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I didn’t think I could do it, but I did.

But it’s worth it. There’s lots of ice cream and pudding and very good soups. Many of my friends went out and bought me vegan ice cream (I had loads left over). And once they are out, you never have to worry about them sitting in your gums and rotting ever again.

I keep one for all the ideas for stories that seem to hit me in the most inconvenient of times.

Cool famous people are out there too.

Doug Jones is one of ‘em. Really awesome guy.

At least partially, if not wholly, responsible for what historians recognize as the world’s first computer program. An English mathmetician.

I’ve been doing this in my journal instead of on here. Some of my favourites include:

2. French food (in France…the real stuff).
8. Snow.
12. Temporary tattoos.
13. Lists.
35. Compasses.
37. Puns.
47. Time travelling and contemplating the idea of it.
56. Cooking a good meal.
58. Highlighting things in books.
69. Homemade things that are normally commercially bought.
73. When my dad kisses me on the forehead.

I still have twenty-five more to go.

1. My eyes. They ended up light brown even though both my parents have dark brown. And I like their shape. I like that they have absolutely nothing special about them—no flecks, no weird colors, no heterochromia iridium. They are just my eyes.
2. My skin. Mum says I have my Great-Grandmother Rose’s skin. It’s soft and milky white/ridiculously pale. And it never tans or sunburns.
3. My wrists. Even though they’re super weak and sprain way too easily, I like the size of them and I like the way they look when I have bracelets on.
4. My hands. Specifically, their size in relation to the size of my wrists. Big hands, tiny wrists. I love that.
5. My nose. Often described as ‘cute and button-y’. I have a really awesome freckle on it.

That’s all I can think of right now. I’ll ruminate and return later for the rest.

I’m not exactly sure how I do it, but every once in a while it just happens.