Woah, haha. Where do I even begin. This’ll be just a quick, laid-back post to get some thoughts out.

I gained access to my old Gmail account and long story short, was able to gain access to this old gem. I know it’s normal to cringe when looking back on stuff you did when you were longer, but it hurts so much worse for me considering I had a lot of access to the internet. And what did I do with that access? I wrote a lot of awful prose. Blog posts, private online diary entries, deviantArt, Wattpad. For some reason I felt the need to spread my mediocre writing over every inch of the internet I could find.

There’s some even older material of mine dispersed on the web that I can’t get access to, so even my pre-pre-teen musings are forever out there unfortunately. It’s really funny though, how drastically my life has changed. It’s really interesting looking back on my thought processes and my day to day life when I was younger. It’s like a time capsule.

I’m really surprised at the amount of followers this blog got. I never get it would get as much attention as it did. I only had around 40 followers at the height of this blog but to me that was a lot. Everyone’s support was amazing, and it pushed me to keep writing. I’m still an avid reader and writer and lover of the arts in general, and mostly because having an internet audience, on this website and others, really inspired me.

I doubt anyone will read this-the most recent activity from someone on this blog is 2 years old. But basically, this is me saying hi, hello. I’m 16 years old now and I’m simultaneously completely different as well as basically the same person I was when I was 12/13. I suppose 2-4 years is a pretty short amount of time but I was practically a fetus back then so it’s a huge difference to me haha.

I have a lot more to say but I’m going to go pour over all my long-forgotten writing I can find. It’s really entertaining in a masochistic way (not in a sexy way though, just like a sad cringe sort of way).



New blog

Hi guys. I haven’t really posted here in a while, which I’m sorry about. I’ve made a new blog, as I feel this one kind of restricts me. The other blog is more focused on my writing and has more of a mature tone to it. While this one does showcase my writing, my other one is a fresh start and fresh starts are always nice. I might be doing some more personal posts on there everyone in a while, but it’s mostly a pure writing blog. If you’re interested, you can find me here.

I will not delete this blog, as I may find myself wanting to come back to write a little update post, or perhaps even find the motivation to keep up with two blogs.



Hi all! I just wanted to start off this post by saying how sorry I am for the lack of posts lately (well, not lately, but you know what I mean).

I don’t want to bore you with all my excuses but I was terribly busy + my computer broke. I’m getting it fixed. If you’re wondering how I published and typed this posts, well obviously it’s because I’m magical. 😀

No, I’m on my mom’s computer. I was doing school work (science…sigh), and decided to sneak onto my blog and apologize to my followers-if I still have any- and you know, assure them I’m not dead.

Alriiiight, now obviously this post doesn’t make up for month’s of skipped quality posts but hopefully I’ll be getting on my mother’s computer for “school work” 😉 more often, and making it up to you.

You know how painful it is to write by hand? Ugh, it gets messy and sloppy, and when you have to edit it’s annoying, and overall it takes way longer then it should.

So yeah.

Okay, so when I unexpectedly dropped off the face of the Earth for an ice age, I left you you about a week from my birthday. But guess what? I’m thirteen now!

I have to admit, I was expecting fireworks and angels playing harps and my life flashing before my eyes-okay nevermind that last one, I’m not THAT old. 😛 But it was still fun. I’ll spare you the details, haha.

Alright, this post is getting a bit awkward to write, so I’ll just go now. Well, this is Evie signing off, and don’t worry, I’ll be back on soon. I’ll be on and posting even more frequently when my laptop gets fixed, yay!




*Note:  Severely exaggerated*

You see them in movies, kids books, sometimes even outside. They are symbols of good luck even.

Just looking at this picture gives me shivers…nasty little things.

But I hate them.

I was a just a young lass, when I was absentmindedly jumping on my trampoline. I was readying myself for a back flip when I noticed a dragonfly, flying about aimlessly.

“Hi Mr. Dragonfly. What are you up to today?” I asked, walking over to the edge of the trampoline, closest to where the dragonfly was. I clutched the net surrounding the trampoline, which was obviously made for ruly children as myself. And my numerous scars were evidence.

The dragonfly flied majestically, soaring up and about through my mother’s garden, looping in and out through the petals. I did not know yet that it was a suicide mission.

I stopped pondering the insect’s beauty, and instead went my to spot where I before stood waiting to do a back flip.

So I cracked my knuckles, wiggled my fingers, and arched my back. And I lept.

As I contorted into an upside down ‘U’ shape, my eye caught on the dragonfly. It was once more majestically flying towards the direction of the…net?!

“Nooooo!” I yelled dramatically in slow motion, as I landed on my back, a failed attempt at the long awaited back flip.

Avoiding the searing pain (note: once again, severely exaggerated), I twisted my neck to look at the dragonfly.

And his head was stuck in the net.

I lept up immediately, ready to save the poor guy, but when I drew closer I noticed something.

It was missing a wing from the fact his whole body was stuck in the net.

Repulsed, I backed away. I unzipped the door of the net and I ran as fast as I could, not paying attention to my surroundings.

This led me to fall painfully on the concrete steps leading to my patio.

There was blood. So much blood.

(Not really. But it hurt. So yeah).

I still have a scar as a reminder of that horrid day, in fact. It is now part of my rather admirable collection.

So then I was scared of going into the backyard for days after, let alone going on the trampoline. One day however, about five days after it got stuck there, I ventured out bravily.

And, yeah, it was still there…

Half of it.

I screamed. I really did.

(No I didn’t).

We sold that house long ago, and even sold the trampoline, but I bet the spirit of the dragonfly still roams…

And his is why I hate dragonflies.