So I don't come on DA for...basically what feels like forever
And I come on and there's a little note
And I figure...hmm, what's this?

I was featured as a Daily Deviant...not for a Daily Deviation which would have been sweet
But this has its own sort of special little honour to it.
Actually it's a big one
Especially with the way they described my poetry
It made me remember why I write...

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that's the link to the thing.
All my love
-Cor

I haven't died! Surprised? Good.

Anyways, this was a free write done on Bees during writer's craft. I felt like sharing.

Bumblebees, killer bees, spelling bees, A Bee C...all very different, yet so similar. (Philosophywas not always my strong suit). When I was very young, I was stung directly in the middle of my forehead by a bee. I've also stepped on a nest while playing on my swingset. For reasons like this, I am terrified of bees. The cute and fuzzy, bumbly-wumbly, buzzy-wuzzy bees scare the crap out of me. Yet, they remind me of being happy. They remind me of honeysuckle fields that go on for miles, and laughter with loved ones in the summer. Going to wash the sand off of your feet after swimming, and tip-toeing around those tiny, black and yellow predators.

Predator may not be the right word for a bee, come to think of it. They're kind of like terrorists in a way...(oh, gawd...does that make me a terrible person?)...but really. They're like suicide bombers...sacrificing their lifes for what they believe is the greater good. Because they've never been taught differently, and that's all they know. Actually, maybe they don't know anything at all. Maybe they don't know where Fred, or George, or Megan went after they failed to return from gathering nectar. But I think that they deserve more credit than that, so we'll scratch that last idea.

You know, I wouldn't mind having a bee as a pet if I could be guaranteed that they wouldn't sting me. With its tiny wings and fuzzy exterior, it's kind of like a winged cat, with six legs....and even if by some bizarre chance i could be guaranteed it wouldn't sting me, because it loved me, it may sting others.

Disposable pets only lead to heartache.

Mr. Babcock has posted 5 new School Year resolutions. Don't ask by School Year is capitalized. I think i probably gave it a complex. Damn.

But anyways, he's tagged me, and I'm going to oblige.

1) Throw the best damn Cabaret ever to hit T.B.
It takes months of hard work, planning, overwhelming stress, and hair loss, but it must be done. This year, Vivvikins and I are going to make the sexiest, most entertaining Cabaret ever. To do this I must not procrastinate. SO easier said than done.

2) On that note....don't stress so much over Cabaret!!!!
Basically among being amazing, every year Cabaret causes multiple mental breakdowns and fits of random crying during totally unrelated things. This year, I plan not to get so overwhelmed...

...ha...hahaha...ah...

3) Prioritize
I am an awful, awful person. I procrastinate, and prioritize in the worst possible way. Prioritizing for me is what school assignments I can not do without it being hugely detrimental to my mark. Whoops. This is my last year of highschool so I have to step it up a bit. Let's see if it holds up.

4) Secure my financial standings for Uni.
Basically my parents never started a college/university fund, my dad's mill is shutting down, and my grandparents refuse to chip in in any way, shape, or form if i go away for my first year. i can't stay in thunder bay not only because it will kill my soul, but also we don't offer any sort of dramatic arts here. so i have about three thousand dollars saved up, so i just have to get about another seven thousand to pay for my first year of university including living and blah blah blah. Scholarships and bursaries, here i come!!!!!(i so should have tried harder last year...dammit)...

I figure if worst comes to worst I'll just take the $3000 and move down to Toronto, get an apartment and a job there and start saving up so then i can take a year off and then enroll. *shrugs*

5) Make it memorable
It's grade 12. I want this year to be a good one, stress and all.

I tag everyone who read this. Repost it with your 5 resolutions, and make them good<3

Love always,
Cor<3

Today in History...

Mood: Creatively Retarded.
Listening to: Lola-The Kinks
Reading: Watership Down/Angels and Demons.
Watching: Princess Mononoke

Okay, boys and girls, ladies and gentlegerms, take your seats and be prepared to be astounded by the astonishing develompments which are about to unfold right before your very eyes...


*fireworks*


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Heh...hehe...uh...anyways...now that I've got your attention...

Things have been going pretty normal lately. A little crazy, but that's pretty normal...which kind of doesn't make any sense. But stuff not being normal makes it normal, and in this i find solace in the fact that my life remains routine in the fact that i am constantly looking for change.

...that probably sounded more philosophical and meaningful than I meant for it too. I kind of wish i'd been able to pull that off yesterday. I had an appointment with a doctor who usually takes months to get into, and made a complete ass of myself. It's ridiculous. The one time I really should have kept my composure and tried to work things out I acted like I had a severe case of MPD(multiple personality disorder) and talked about dumb things which really aren't affecting me at all, which led to a false diagnoses. Gawd I'm dumb.

On another note, I wish my name was Lola and not Cortney. If only because everyone spells it "Courtney"...and i'm not a "Courtney"...that makes me think of...well...i hate to stereotype, but wherever, you get where i was going with that. I went through a phase where i tried to get people to call me "Billie"...(which, in my mind was better than them calling me "Courtney" which is pronounced exactly the same as "Cortney", but when it's in their head the other way, it ticks me off), and then by my middle name "Rachelle"...which is also frustrating because people then call me "Rachel", and I've only ever met one Rachel who I like and who suits her name. I'm not a Courtney, or a Rachel. Courtney Rachel Kennedy lives somewhere just outside of London, England. She's really quite lovely when you get to know her, but she's not much of a reader and she has a queer obsession with water polo and backgammon. Sweet girl, but not me.

...when did i become this insane?

Today in History...

Mood: Stressed!
Reading: Watership Down
Watching: My Life.

I need to apologise, fellow deviants, for my lack of good community spirit of late. I've been neglecting my DA duties, and I really, truly am sorry. It took so long to respond to all of your kind comments and critiques, and I haven't been commenting on all of your lovely works, but honest, i have been viewing them.

Forgive me?

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On another note, band trip is in THREE DAYS! I'm basically super sexcited, not gonna lie. I'm gonna take Minniapolis by storm, for real. Euuuugh, school's been crazy lately, and music has been invading every crevice of my life. Last week was definitely enough to nearly drive me mental. My dear friend, and a fellow deviant, Vivike (Ms. ~hazyxeyes) is dying of appendicitis(sp?) but on the bright side, i get her stuffies and her underwear, so we're good to go.

I wrote something in the first time in like...forever and may be posting it soon, depending on how it polishes up.


Y'all are whack....just thought I'd throw that out there. With love, of course!


Let's get back on the DA track!(such a catchy slogan for a DA rehab center...remind me to copyright it.)


Much love, Cor<3