A Little Story by Vanessa G.S. Nelson

So here's my story. This morning, I got up, all groggy-like, and made my way to the... e-hem... throne. I stopped short, said "Eek!", backed out of the room and scampered upstairs.
"Daddy??? I need your spider-killing services. It looks like a black widow... so don't miss, or it'll bite you and you'll die."
Yuck.
I hate spiders. Stupid, ugly, gross, disgusting, creepy-crawly, icky spiders. Who do they think they are, invading my personal space... ei. the outside edge of the garbage can, and making a cozy little home?!! I don't think so!!! He deserved to die.
So then I showered, constantly looking at the floor and ceiling, for any spidery friends who may be part of the spider Mafia.
Of course, this whole post-spider-encounter ickified feeling (you know the one), didn't last long, because soon I realized that there are no sleeps in between me and Bren, just hours.
Stupid hours. How dare they. Don't get me started on hours.
I had an awesome violin lesson today. Holy frick can Marla teach. She's awesome. My playing even kinda resembles music sometimes. lol.
Enough for this rambling. Better get back to homework.
Life's cool. I like life.

Capitol N for Nessessity. (Have I used that one yet?)

Sweep, pheasant scum!

Princess Party = pretty much the best idea ever. Frickin' eh.
Who's sleep deprived? This little cowboy. Who spilled cherry latte on her pants whilst driving? This little cowboy. Who was surprised? No one, especially not Ther. We hear this kinda thing happens all the time.
In attendance were Bobber, Sarah, Becky, Ther and Princess Nessa. MIA were Melissa and Gee. So I told Bob to take home her loot bag and show off her stuff.
"Ooooooh... look what I got at the Princess Party, guys! Ooooooh a sparkly pen with feathers and a cool little bobble on top. And, oh, what's this? A nail care kit that says Princess on it. And it's pink. And, oooooooh, a scrunchy and hair elastics with crowns on them. Wow, what a frickin' awesome party. Probably about the coolest thing ever."
And, my girls? Welcome to Fat Kid popcorn, and thank you for partaking.
So, Becky definitely got the most sleep out of all of us. She crashed around, what, 2:30?
So around 5, Sarah went home to get ready for her 6:00 shift. Ther, Bob and I then decided to go to bed. Bob got up at 8:00 to shower and get ready for work. At 8:30 I got up to drive Becky home, went back to bed for an hour, then went to a 45 min. harmony lesson that took an hour and a half. Frickin' eh. Then Ther and I went and got Starbucks and Pitas and kidnapped Bob for lunch. That brings us to 1:30 when we went over to surprise Sarah at work, and get her coffee order, but of course, she had already been living on coffee all morning.
Coffee at Mystic Java, back to Nessa's, Ther leaves, Nessa blogs.
That's the day so far.
No nap for this little cowboy. I gots ta practice violin, do some harmony, practice a little for Friday, and teach at 4. I can't believe my exams are in under a month. I have like, three or four harmony lessons left. Frick...

Excited for Princess Pictures! We're pretty much the coolest thing ever. Are we a thing? Maybe things...

FrickiNess

HOT OFF THE PRESS!! Vol. 2

The magic dragon's name X2.

Looks like bruised
Tastes like confused

-no, that's not the new poem. That's my experience today. I should have known better. Banana slurpees are not supposed to be that colour.

Anyway, I did not get as much sleep as originally anticipated. Divine inspiration at 0700 hours. And it is, indeed, a poem, not a song. First poem in about a year. Finished poem #197.

CHESS

In the beginning there was darkness and light
There was black over there, over here there was white
In the center a rope that neither would cross
And each side uncluttered by mischief or dross
But the pieces grew curious, and limboed their way
Across center, to night, across center to day
Now a rope, catching friction eventually does snap
And so it begins: this strategic mishap

Now contrasting pieces make haste across floor
And blanken the memory of positions before
Heavy desertions of marble and pearl
Weave in a pattern that starts to unfurl
diagonals and corners and symmetry form
That redefine boundaries and counter the norm
An organized check board becomes the new trend
Til rules mutate more, and the black and white blend

I stare at a game I'd once willingly play
But all of distinction has merged into grey
I see what was mine in unfortunate state
A slab and it's pieces of uniform slate
If I looked closely, and planned with such care
I'd only be guessing at what should go where

Now all that is hazed would be made alright
If I knew what was black, and what had been white.

-Chess Ness.

CrazyNess is Life

The sooner you people realize this, the better off you'll be.

So, sending off your parents at the airport at 5 in the morning and coming home to just your dog and turtle has got to be about the coolest thing ever.
Of course, being my life in particular, such a simple plan does not go over without a hitch.
So I stride out of the airport towards my car, feeling all growed-up and independent. And of course it's an amazingly windy day, and my be-low-ved Nashville hat actually blows off my head, and I have to chase it half across the parking lot, spilling coffee all over the arm of my bunny hug and going "No! Aah! Come back here!"
Luckily nobody saw. But so what if they had? They would have said, "Ah, that must be Vanessa. Yeah, I hear that kind of thing happens to her all the time."

For those of you lucky enough to not be in Saskatoon, or to not be conscious-which is probably everyone in their right minds about now- it is crazy outside this morning. Soooo windy, as before mentioned, and doing some sort of pathetic-excuse-for-rain-type thing. It hailed for about a quarter of a block on the way home. God confetti. Congratulations Nessa on having the house to yourself kinda thing.
I am going back to bed now, and waking up at a decent hour... No Brennan, not 1 in the afternoon. An actual publically accepted decent hour. Today, being all independent-like, I am running errands, such as dropping off Mystic Java posters; and shopping. What for, you may ask? Oh, well I'd tell you, but then I'd have to send out my goons.

Oh, yeah, before I forget:

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
The lovely and talented Vanessa
Mystic Java
Friday, April 22nd
8:00

This will be video-taped (Thank you, Bobber), so clap loud, and try to cough in between songs.

*I was going to end by saying "I love all of you." and signing it Nirvessa, but I'm not sure who would get that joke. K, and now I'm laughing at myself, cuz I for one think it's funny. Yeah, definately time for sleep.*

SleepyNess

Drop-In Centre

You will notice I spelled that the Canadian way. bih-chuzz.
K, here's the scoop. My house is becoming a drop-in centre between Friday and Tuesday. No parents; no appointments necessary. I hope someone comes around who knows how to start a fire... In the back-yard fire-pit, you gutter-minded arsines. I have plenty of crashing room, if crashing ya wants. People I need to see in between Friday and Tuesday or I'll die:
Meeshamabubish
Sarah (x2) [I gots ta get nicknames for you guys]
Ther
Ang (who I think I'll start calling "Gee")
Abo
Graham
Random Expressions members/L4's.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

Princess Party
Monday, April 18th
8:30ish (or whenevah)
SLUMBER PARTY- show up at my door in cute P.J.'s
*Must wear something princessy*
Examples: tierra, boa, gloves.

Please sign up to bring one of the following ingredients:
O Gummy Bears
O M&M's
O Jelly Beans
O Something small, sweet and crunchy-- surprise ingredient of your choice.

NO PENISES ALLOWED.

That is all. Voice lesson tomorrow in N.B. 9:00a.m. Wish me luck/pray!

Your local friendly neighbourhood Princess Nessa.

P>S> Ther, my dear, how are you feeling? Better I hope. I LOOOOOOOOOVE long comments on my blog; keep them coming! (Yay for you!)

Somebody lend me a sweater

I saw the funniest Subway commercial tonight. I laughed until I cried. Seriously, three other commercials passed and I was still laughing. And crying. It moved me, Bob. I actually slapped my knee a couple times. It was as good as that Simpsons episode where Homer learns to listen because his face is wired shut, and when he's spending time with Maggie, her soother gets stuck to his wire-works and he's spinning around and Maggie looks like she's flying, and they've both got this worried look on their faces but neither one can speak. You know, that one? Yeah, that one. *chuckle* *sigh* That's a gooder.
Ther and I have a date for tomorrow to go roller blading. I hope you remember!! Don't stand me up, now.
I think I'm just gonna buy a cot and move in to the studio. Seriously, as of Sunday, I will have been there every night this week. (Well, "day" on Saturday, but still.)
One of the Expressions quit tonight. Not sure what it's all about, but apparently she's not happy there, and we want our gals to be happy. I'll still see her in classes, so it's all good. As long as she's happy.
So I spent $50 today to find out I need a root canal. Dude. Let's not even get into how much that costs. But I just keep thanking God that I can afford a root canal. That's a blessing.
Segue: Any of you who are possibly reading this, I garanTEE (Brennan inflection), that I have been asking God to bless and keep you lately. I've been making a serious effort to bless all you guys and thank God for you.
What does my title have to do with anything? Nothing. I was feeling left out because I seem to be the only one whose titles have anything to do with the contents of their blog. So there.
These are not smooth transitions at all. Oh well. Just all the things I've been thinking about/doing tonight.
Mom told me that tonight on Joan of Arcadia, Joan dumped Adam because he was cheating on her. And yes, there was sex involved. And I'm pretty sure there was no sex involved with Joan and Adam. That always happens to the nicest girls, don'tcha think?
How gorgeous was it outside today? How gorgeous, you may ask. Oh, well I'll tell you. 27 or something like that. I know, can you believe it? I managed to get outside a little; I walked to and from the dentist's, and I had lunch in my back yard on the wooden bench by the fire-pit. Me and my drooling dog, who happens to love pineapple and never seems to remember that it makes him vomit violently. There's a pleasant one... Anyway, I've been singing these last few days, and it feels better than it has in a long time. I'm so hyper-aware of my body right now. I can tell as soon as anything is bugging it. Especially vocally, but health-wise too.
I better go practice violin before it gets too late and I'm feeling too lazy.
Those of you in S'toon, I hope to see you soon (rhyme unintentional.) And for the rest of you, "Until we meet again, may you be held in the hollow of God's hand." (Jewish prayer)
RandomNess

HOT OFF THE PRESS!! Vol. 1

Pre>S>
Best violining day EVER today!! Not only does shifting make sense, and I played really well, but all of a sudden, *click!!* I understand how to do arm vibrato! No more frustration over that one! Now I'm excited to practice. Marla gave me this gorgeous song to learn called Melancholy Waltz. It goes up to notes I haven't even learned on the violin yet!!! (ha ha) High and prettyNess!!

A note about the new song:
"It seems to me there're too many songs about love."
Absolutely. This song is NOT about love and loss. See, another thing I realized about why I was upset over the topic of my last post, is that I always thought some day down the road, we'd be in each other's lives just a little bit. Like old acquaintances with a tinge of friendship. The latest news was that pivotal straw that made me decide I absolutely never want to see or hear from him again.
That's what the song is about.
(Just in case you were feeling inquisitive)
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BACK

(chorus:)
And now I know
We'll never get it back
You should know
I'm never coming back
You turned your back
If just for show
You should know
I'm not coming back

I've been thinking:
I've been avoiding thinking
and over-thinking
and under-thinking
Way too much

You have touched my life
Way too hard
and way too soft
And now so far,
You're outta touch

I can't even say hello

(chorus)

I'm not so good at compensation
And under-compensation
And over-compensating for your
Frustration

And you're not so good at
reconciliation
It's all fun and games
'Til someone loses

An' I know how to say good-bye

(chorus)

Bridge:
I have nothing left to say
Anyway
At the best of times I doubt you
This situation is I lose, you win
And now I realize it has always been
About you

(chorus x2)
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Songstress Ness

The Atom Bomb

I was there
When they dropped the bomb
You know I remember the bomb
And I still hear the bomb
And I still fight the bomb
You know I still fear the bomb
You know I still hate the bomb
Sometimes I still get the call

-Surrounded (Chantal Kreviazuk)
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Is it wrong to feel affected by this?
I mean, I have no ties here, plus it's none of my business
Not like I'd want it to be.

I guess it's just that I've been fearing it since August
And I remember how much it hurt back then
And how real the prospect was
And maybe the sullen stalking of that fear and dread,
that was so close and personal back then,
just never really went away

I have this relentless lump in my stomach, yet
This is not my fault; in fact it's the opposite
And I refuse to take ownership of this

This was not my choice

But it still hurts
The memory and the fear and the victomization of betrayal
Still hurts

I guess I always knew I'd hear the news
Eventually
It was bound to happen
Almost inevitable,
Yet completely avoidable
(Though not by me)

And waiting to find out
What you already knew
Can hurt most of all.

-SullenNess

It Weren't No Evan Hardy.

Random Disjunct, Sometimes Incoherent ThoughtfulNess

Jer/Ness: Mom, watch... ahh!... swerve... pot-hole....
Jer: Ahhhhh!!! You hit it!!
Ness: Calm down, there. It wasn't a duck.
Jer: I wouldn't care if it was a duck!!
(Quietly) Poor pot-hole.
[side note: I know that pothole isn't hyphenated, but it should be. I mean, who doesn't instinctively pronounce that {paw-thowl}? And while I'm at it, who knows why I persistantly double-space for a new sentence. They take them out when you post, ya know.]

I figured out the reason I don't play soccer. I have enough trouble avoiding tripping over my feet. Add a ball underfoot plus people trying to kick it away, and the equation equals flat-on-facedNess.

This morning I had my coffee on the go (courtesy of the Cuff Lend-a-cup program).
In the car, the conversation was as follows:
[as we pass some sort of billboard either for or against liquor... I wasn't paying attention]
Jer: Ooooo! Liquor! Let's pick some up on our way to church!
Ness: Do they allow that?
Or do you have to purchase it there?
Jer: Hmmm... I guess we'll have to smuggle it in somehow...
Mom, not paying attention to the previous conversation, a seemingly innocent thought occurs to her: Hey, Vanessa, did you remember to bring your coffee mug?
Heh heh. Mom's helping us smuggle booze.

Matt's cousin is a hussy.
Well okay, a former hussy.
That makes me the cousin of a cousin of a hussy...

The guy who played John looked like Jesus. Was it wrong to be disappointed when I found out he was just John? There was no way Jesus was gonna look more like Jesus than that guy. And boy was that a set-up for disappointment. At least the director didn't type-cast. Or maybe Jesus recently got a haircut.

The church had banners hung round thither with inscriptions as such:
Faithful. Unchanging. Of course, by instinct they were registering in my brain as "FaithfulNess", "UnchangingNess", "RightousNess". When I got to TRUE, I was just confused.
I thought everything was about me.

FEAR THE FLY!!!

I found my farmer hat. It was in the middle of the floor. I'm pretty sure I didn't leave it there, and I'm also, I'd say moderately confident, that it hasn't been sitting there for three months. It is now securely fastened to my head, the way farmer-hats should be.

We had lunch at a Chinese Restaurant that has recently been taken over by new ownership. It's now called the Hard Wok Buffet. I kid you not.
Aunty Sh. proclaims: Hmmm. The food's not as good here as it used to be.
Me: That's because they're using a hard wok now. Instead of a soft one.

Oh... my... gosh. Pretty much the best discovery ever. Complicated is THEE funniest Stu song. Ever. Especially the chorus:
Tell me, why'd Stu have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way Stu's acting like Stu's somebody else, gets me frustrated. Life's like this, Stu:
Stu falls and Stu crawls and Stu breaks and Stu takes what Stu gets and Stu turns it into: honesty, and promise me I'm never gonna find Stu fakes it... oh... no... NOOOO!
Try singing THAT and not screwing it up! bih-chuzz.

All this happened today, and it's only 3 o'clock!

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