Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

Well, really it’s a Yule Tree, but... Details *shrugs*. It’s a purple Yule tree to be exact.




After writing a few pages, I got to thinking. Okay, so I was surfing around on youtube listening to songs that popped into my head. That’s when I found Aly and AJ’s Christmas CD. Now, I do in fact own this CD, but at that particular moment in time I had to be on my best behavior; meaning that I had to be quiet because Mom was taking a nap before heading to work. Seeing as I couldn’t blare it from my stereo, I settled for playing it softly on my computer.

That’s when the Yuletide spirit hit me.

Before any of you say it I will tell you: I am not procrastinating. I repeat: I am not procrastinating.

Okay, maybe I am just a little LOL



Usually I decorate the tree at my grandma’s house. It’s practically a law that I’m the only one who can touch it… primarily because I’m the only one who knows how to set the thing up… but anyway… this year mom and I are having Yule/Christmas alone. Grandma is heading to Baltimore, MD to visit with some family, so I don’t really get to decorate over at her house.

But, that doesn’t mean I don’t get to decorate.

The apartment Mom and I live in is relatively small… okay it’s very small… but we got ourselves a Yule Tree. It was only $15 at Walmart. Can you beat that? It’s purple, it’s pretty, and to me it was exactly what we needed to ensure we have a magickal holiday *grin*
So, with Aly and AJ’s “Rocking around the Christmas Tree” “Deck the Halls” “Drummer Boy” and “Jingle Bell Rock” playing in the background I got to work on getting the house in the spirit. (I refuse to play “Let it Snow” because that’s the last thing I want to happen right now. Sure, I love snow, but the apartment isn’t equip yet for snow ((I’ll spell it out for you: the apartment is drafty, cold, and DRAFTY!) LOL )

The first thing I started with was Bran. Yes, that is Bran in the picture. A gorgeous statue that Mom bought me over the summer, he represents an Alpha to me. And yes, that is a Santa “Angel” hat on his head. I couldn’t help myself… though I don’t think he’s that pleased HAHAHA

Bran sits by my desk so now whenever I look at him, I can smile and remember that Yule is here *grin*



Then, I got out the purple Yule tree and the select few ornaments that we have. This is the first year we’re not having Christmas at my grandma’s (she’s traveling as I’ve already said) so I don’t have all the decorations I normally have at my beck and call… but that’s okay. These three decorations: the 101 Dalmatians, The Wild Thornberries and Tigger, are enough to make my smile never ending!

Now I am off to make some hot chocolate… because nothing to me says Yule more than hot chocolate *grin*



I hope you all have a great holiday!
Happy Yule,
Stasia Porter

Speech Writing

Anyone out there a senior? If so, then you understand the horror and aggravation that comes with senior projects. ICK! Now, before I go further into my rant let me explain exactly what my school defines as a senior project. At Blacklick Valley a senior project includes a powerpoint presentation of what you’re going to do with your life after high school graduation and a speech to go along with it.

Yep, that’s it. Exciting, huh? Nope, not at all.

I finished the powerpoint a month ago, but couldn’t get into writing the speech. Go figure; a writer who can’t write a damn speech. Well, you have to understand where I’m coming from. My job is to talk in front of my class and keep them from falling asleep. Do you know how hard that is?!? So, I was kind of stressing.

It didn’t help either that Mom just got promoted and her hours now coincided with mine. Don’t get me wrong. I love my mom! She’s my best friend! But now she’s always home when I’m home. That means that as soon as I sit down at the computer and get in the mood to throw words at the screen I hear, “Stace, come here.” “Stace, come see this.” “Stace, what are we having for dinner?” which then means I have to get up and make said dinner. “

The list could go on and on and on, but I won’t bore you with all of them. The point is that I haven’t gotten ANY writing done in days. Not just writing my speech… ANY writing.

So, today, I came up with a solution. I grabbed my laptop and went into the one room she couldn’t follow me into. That’s right, I’m closet writing again. HAHAH

But, I did it. I finally finished the speech. All 3 pages of it.

Until next time, after I make up the other writing I got behind in,
Stasia

Gym class = war!

How many of you out there have suffered during high school (or any school) gym class? Just me... well don't I feel stupid. No, really, I'm pretty positive that this is not a rare thing. In some point of your life I'm sure something during gym class has scarred you for life. For me, it's always been when we play soccer.

When I attended Sparrows Point high school in Balt. PA, this kid on my team (we'll call him Bob) went to pass me the ball. Let me just say that we were less than four feet apart. He kicked with his laces! His laces! What do you think happened? Take a wild guess. You've got it... the ball hit me right in the stomach. I went down and all the air left my lungs. How wonderful. The coach sent me straight to the nurse *rolls eyes*

However, this time it wasn't soccer where I was taken down. On Thursday we played football in gym.

We were 3 to 4 (tooting my own horn, I'd like to point out that I'd scored 1 of those 4 scores LOL and assisted in another) when I was passed the ball. Catching it and clutching it tight, I took off running.



I was tagged three feet away from the line and then slammed into from the side. And man, let me tell you, I went down... but I still kept a hold of the ball!

But, don't worry, it didn't hurt. Really, I thought it was very entertaining. Maria, the girl who double tagged me, hugged me profusely afterwards. She's great, a good friend, and an AWESOME football player *grin*

Oh, and that pic is not from gym class. At Blacklick (my current school) I have never once had gym class outside. That is actually a picture (taken by my friend Wiggy) of my school's Powderpuff football game: where the girls play and the boys cheer. I helped the band raise energy in the bleachers, but didn't get to play. I was actually injured. My shoulder was totally messed up (it's good now *grin*)

Gym isn't all that bad... except when we play soccer... which is done INDOORS with a BOUNCY BALL! Seriously, what has this world come to??? HAHAHA

Mom tells me to just stay on the side lines and keep out of the way of the ball, but can you really see that happening? I certainly can't. I've always been a very competitive person as well as an athlete, and I always will be!!! *grin*

I hope all your gym classes are just as fun as mine... but minus the injuries LOL

Until next time,
Stasia

A Special Announcement

Or, at least, that would have been the Special Announcement if I'd been home alone. However, that is not the case as you can see...



So, really the Special Announcement is: Popcorn without butter is INSANE!

Get your careers here! Come get your careers!

Come one come all to the Cambria County Career Fair! We'll get you set on the path to your future in a half an hour or less. You have questions? Well, we have answers! Tell your friends, tell your parents, and tell those who are in need of a wake up call. This is your future. Don't be lazy about it!

I had you going there didn't I? I bet you were scrolling up and down making sure you had the right blog. You might have even left and came back to be 100% sure you hadn't wandered onto Cambria County's site. Well, you haven't. This is still The Sorta, Maybe, Hopefully Happily Ever After blog by Stasia Porter.

So, what was that whole intro about, you ask? Well that's a good question. And like I said earlier, I have answers (LOL I'm having fun with this. TIP: while you read this use a fake sounding announcer voice. It's ALL the more fun!!! *grin*)

Today is Monday November 9th. While that may mean nothing to you, it meant something to my school's guidance counselor. Mr. G planned out a trip for the senior class. You guessed it: we're going to Disney Land!!!

Okay, I lied. Really, we were going to the Cambria County Career Fair. Can you say WHOOPI!!! No? If that was your answer, don't worry about it. So was mine. But, I was determined to go... if only for the fact that it got me out of gym class (normally I'm all for gym but we're just walking laps. If we'd been playing volleyball yet then I'd have NEVER signed up to go!).

We got there around 9:45 and were immediately greeted with a woman named Ginger. Happy and uplifting, she had me believing my doubts were unjustified. However, after meeting the wonderful hostess, we were ushered into a room that, though was quite large, was only half full of careers. Half! There was tons of space, but instead of spreading out the presentations they had them squished together so it was impossible for more than three people to huddle around a table at a time... unless you wanted to brave the hungry and obviously sugar deprived teenagers who were running to the Wound Healing table where the two ladies were handing out Jolly Ranchers.



If only they had a career there about directing traffic. That would have fixed everything. But, alas, we were out of luck. LOL

That's when I met him = the primary reason behind thie blog. And no, before you ask, I'm not talking about some cute guy. I'm talking about a presenter that puts car salesmen to shame... or he would if I wasn't so stubborn LOL.

By this time me and my friend had already made the rounds three times (and gotten ourselves a jolly rancher each time hehe) and were merely waiting for the clock to strike 10:30. We mingled, chatted with friends, and stared strangely at the bones sitting on the physical therapy table (fake bones, I assure you). That's when my friend led me to the Mount Aloysius College table. She'd gone to summer camp there and wanted to show me some things on the map. That was mistake number one.

Mistake number two was not leaving as soon as she'd pointed out what she wanted to show me. We should have fled... ran like the wind. But, we didn't so we were stuck.

Now, just so you know, the guy manning the table had previously been sitting behind his tall poster boards (hiding it appeared) as he texted. Who he was hiding from is a mystery, considering he didn't seem that shy around students.

We'd stood there two seconds longer when he jumped up from his chair and exclaimed, in a fake chipper tone, "Hey there!"

For the next ten minutes I was engrossed in a debate with this man; explaining that I already had a major and college picked out and that, NO I wasn't going to change my mind simply because Aloysius is a good school.

So, there you have it: my day at a career fair. Did I learn about the career I'm interested in? No. Did I wind up meeting the love of my life? No. Did Dorothy Morrison show up as an unexpected guest? NO *pout*. But, it was worth it because I got candy! HAHA


Until Next Time,
Stasia

Finally... I'm here

Let me just say that I've spent the last hour working on this blog. There were arguments (between me and the computer), breaks to make and then eat dinner, and the trials of getting my twitter updates on here... but I did it. I'm finally on blogger.

This post isn't going to be about the constant drama of my life, or the fact that mom nearly burnt the place down this morning while trying to make a grilled cheese. No, this is merely an introduction.

So, without further ado, I present myself.

My name is Stasia Porter and I am a professional day dreamer. You think that's funny? Well, that's probably because you think I'm kidding. Technically that's what I get paid to do. I'm an author. I write the stories my mind makes up - aka professional daydreamer.

You want to know a little more....? okay, but remember you asked for it. My story is long and full of twists, even though it's only been 18 years that I've been alive. Let's start from the beginning. I was named Stasia, presumably after my mom's favorite Aunt. But, I don't believe that. I have no doubt that I was named Stasia because the Divine wanted just another way to link me to Russia (we'll get more into that in a bit).

Born in Baltimore, MD I am a natural speed-talker and world champion gesticulator (meaning I talk with my hands LOL). My family is loud... so loud in fact that I learned early on that if I wanted to tell my story I had to be louder than everyone else. That's just how it goes around my family. So, if you are ever talking to me and I tend to get louder, I'm certainly not yelling at you or anyone else. It's just natural for me, my mom, my grandma... etc to do that.

Moving on... and I mean literally too. I'm 18 and I've had 10+ houses. Mom and I have gypsy blood running through out veins. Whether or not that's actually true is besides the point. The point is that I can't stand staying in the same place for too long. I get bored... and I hate being bored.

Currently I live in Nanty Glo, PA: what I refer to as the "smallest of small towns" with my mom and her bird Bubby. I am a senior in high school and am more than ready to jump into the college life next year. I don't mean partying. I doubt I'll go to more than one party in my four years of college. I'm just totally jazzed about majoring in Russian.

Why do I love Russia, you ask? See the thing is, I can't ever explain why I love Russia. I just always have. Whether it's their history, culture or language, I'm obsessed! It doesn't matter what I'm doing: watching TV, surfing the net, or reading a good: I find something concerning Russia. They pop up all over the place where I'm concerned! I'm not kidding, ask my mom. LOL

Well, that's my basic story.

Until next time,
Stasia Porter