gollum of the ring.

One day in my business class of 8 people my teacher, Whitman, said that today someone was going to get Damed or Knighted. We have a legandary teacher at our school named Muermann, he has a reputation for telling stories (of his life) during class time, and not assigning to much work. OH yea, he also give bonous marks if it is sunny whilst you are marking your homework, if you put a sticker at the top of you page.. if you say a witty comment, or if a sports team wins the night before. Seriously, his classes are a joke. You gotta love fine BC education standards!

Anyway, back to the story. Whitman says that Muerm is going to come in the last 5 minutes of class, and someone will be Dammed or Knighted. Then Whitman decides that every 10 minutes he is going to eliminate someone until there are 2 left. Go figure, I am one of those people.

When Muerm comes in he calls up the 2 finalist, and then he announces me "Gollum of the Ring, Keeper of the Word, Dame Olivia".

Wait? What does that mean?

Whitman my yearbook teacher goes on to say "You have now been appointed to do the Grad Quotes for the yearbook! You will be the keeper or their words, Gollum of the Ring."

What is the point of this tale? Well, now I am known as Gollum of the Ring, Keeper of the word. Or just Dame.

somethings need to be said

I watched you sleepin' quietly in my bed
You don't know this now but
There's somethings that need to be said
And it's all that I can hear
It's more than I can bear

What if I fall and hurt myself
Would you know how to fix me?
What if went and lost myself
Would you know where to find me?
If forgot who I am
Would you please remind me?
Oh, cause without you things go hazy.

I watched you sleepin' quietly in my bed
You don't know this now but
There's somethings that need to be said
It's all that I can hear
It's more than I can bear

What if I fall and hurt myself
Would you know how to fix me?
What if I went and lost myself
Would you know where to find me?
If I forgot who I am
Would you please remind me?
Oh, cause without you things go hazy.

What if I fall and hurt myself
Would you know how to fix me?
What if went and lost myself
Would you know where to find me?
If I forgot who I am
Would you please remind me?
Oh, cause without you things go hazy.

Thanks for fixing me.

Today I went to Starbucks with my good friend Averson. When we arrived we were super bummed out because the couches were taken, so we grabbed a table and decided to keep an eye on the couches. While we were waiting the Starbs baresta boy gave Averson the "hungry eye" which was super uncomfortable because then he continued to look over. Finally the couches cleared. There was one man on the couch, but there was still space that Averson and I could sit across from each other. So... here is the situation! There was that man sitting beside Averson, and then Averson was sitting across from me. The chair that was across from the man was empty. Then this older lady with a man face comes a sits down, and looks around and just watches people for like 5 minutes. People watching is fine, but as long as it is subtle. What makes this situation even worse is that these chairs are in a nook, so she is looking outward, supper obvious. And then she starts to talk to us, about how that lady over there knew her but she didn't know who she was. The man started to laugh (silently) Seriously lady, like... if we wanted to know we would ask. AND! What is supper gross was that she was eating her fingernails. ugh.. just eat lunch or something. 

... plus, what is really sad, the nice man that is sitting with us is on eharmony and plenty of fish. But he looks adorable, and is super funny. I hope he finds a mate.

this experience at starbs makes me want to use drive-thrus.

 

I am at the bottom of the ocean. It is cold and bleak. I don't know how I got here, or how long I have been here for. I am lost. I don't know what to do. I start to swim upwards, unable to see any light. The pressure of the water is slowly disintegrating. My lungs are in agony. I know I need air. My arms stretch up and push the water downwards. I can feel myself making progress. The muscles in my arms are exhausted, I feel like I cannot repeat the process of reaching up and pushing the water past me one more time. I feel my lungs burning. I want to give up, float into the dark abyss. All of a sudden I see a glimmering light. My arms reach up and push the water faster than before. The water is not a frigid. I am almost at the surface, but I soon realize it is only an illusion and that I still have farther to go. My muscles are shaking, my lungs bursting with a fiery pain. But the light is getting brighter, beckoning me. I can see the surface, I can feel the warmth of the sun. The tips of my fingers touch air and I shoot myself up! The air floods my lungs, I breathe. My muscles and lungs ache. I just breathe, wondering how I ever got down there...

Lets Start From The Beginning

 December 28th has been a day for a lot of things, in 1989 a 5.6 magnitude earthquake hit Newcastle in Australia, killing 13 people. In 1846 Iowa became the first free state in the old Louisiana. And in 1994, I was born.

My life started off quite normal. I am the third child. My Mom had my sister when she was 26 with a man named Bill. When my Mom told Bill that she was preggers, Bill said that he didn't want children. (I know, nice guy right?) My Mom then married my biological Dad whom is named Craig. My mother proceeded to have my Brother, and then me. When I was..ohh I would say one, my Mother fell in love with her bestfriend, the person that I call Dad.

Craig was very angry that my Mother left him... but, my Mother was justified in her ways. My Mom told me when I got older that Craig is gay. Who wants to be married to a gay man? I do not have anything against homosexuals, don't get me wrong. There just seems something wrong with a man and a woman being married when the man wants to me married to another MAN!

So, Craig decided that it would be a good idea to act like he was 5 and have a temper tantrum. His included kicking down my Moms door, (also known as the door of my house) and trying to, what he later called it "scare" my Mom. (My Mom seems like she really like "nice" guys)

When I was two we moved into a house with my my Mom's bestfriend and new boyfriend. (my dad) A few months after that my Mom was diagnosed with a brain tumor. So, Dad looked after all four of us for a year, and obviously at that point my Mom knew that she had found the man that she was supposed to marry. Thankfully for me, my Dad is actually a nice guy. 

When I was 5 my Mom and Dad tied the knot!

Now, currently I do not talk to Craig. Why? Through out the years we had a falling out. I had a Dad at home that did Dad things with me, like teaching me how to ride a bike. I don't think that Craig knew how to be my Dad, and that is okay with me. 

When I was 9 my Granddad died... my Mom's brain tumor also came back. Fun times! My Mom got better, but it definitely affected me. It is weird to have to take care of the person that is supposed to be taking care of you. It is hard to be nurturing to someone, when you want to be nurtured as well. I don't think that it is selfish, I just think that it is the truth. It is hard growing up when a parent is sick. 

When I was 14 my older sister had a baby...

And, for the most recent thing in my life... When I was 15 I tried to commit suicide. (oh, the cliche teen pain)

Through all of this, I have learned one thing...

      Life is beautiful, but it's complicated and we barely make it.

Hello! My name is Olive, and I am 16. Welcome to my blog, Chronicles of Youth. My blog is called Chronicles of Youth for obvious reasons. First of all, I am a youth. (I know, shocking!) Second of all, Chronicles tend to be tedious, just like life. And thirdly, because I liked the way that it sounded.

My friend told me that I should start a blog, and here I am. The story of my life is long, so we will take it one day at a time.