Sunday, 27 March 2011


This past Friday was the first meeting of a new club at school that was started by my grade 10 French teacher. It's an "Energy" club where you can go to meditate, do palmistry, numerology, tarot cards, etc. We meditated for about fifteen minutes (which went by REALLY fast) and then did some numerology. Basically you spell out your full name (Meghan Victoria Kirkland) and for each letter there is a number (457815 49326991 29923154). You then add up these numbers and you should get either a double or triple digit number (108). You want to add that together as well (9). So nine would be my DESTINY number. Quality: Consciousness, Universal Awareness, Finality, Completion, The Higher Law. Personality: Selflessness, Courage, Humanitarian, Impulsive, Compassion, or Jealous, Emotional. Planet Stone: Mars, Ruby, Garnet, Bloodstone. Health: Kidney, Muscles, Uro-Genital. Career: Educator, Writer, Healer, Painter, Doctor, Philanthropist, Counselor, Ecologist. Location: Excellent employement opportunities. Daily Vibration: Don't be disrupted. Enjoy nature. Deep thought.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

If you want your FATE numbers you take your birthday and add it up. You can change your destiny (by changing your name) but you can't change your fate.

September 24 1993
9+2+4+1+9+9+3 = 3+7 = 10 = 1

Quality: God's #, Masculine (yang), Will, Spirit, Creation, The Point of Light, Energy, Unity. Personality: Success, Power, Ego, Leader, Pioneer, Dominant, Original, or Lazy, Bossy. Planet Stone: Sun, Topaz, Amber. Health: Heart, Blood, Circulation. Career: Manager, Editor, Military, Executive, Owner, Inventor, Actor/Actrss. Location: New ventures and better opportunities. Daily Vibration: Don't break engagements. Be frank. Assert individuality.

Add up your numbers and look up what your number means. I dare you to.

Quote of the Day: The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another's, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises. - Leo Buscaglia

Thursday, 24 March 2011


A week before a week before March break (three weeks ago) I decided I would join the girl's rugby team here at South. I was pretty excited about it and wanted to get some exercise (I'm pretty lazy . . .). Soooo . . . I joined up and learned quite a few things already. I've learned how to pass the ball and make it spin, what a ruck (formed when any combination of three players from both teams bind together over the ball to try and push over and gain possession), a maul (when the player with the ball is wrapped up, but not taken to the ground and players from both sides bind together to push the ball forward [or backwards in the defenses case]), and a scrum (each team's forwards lock together in a set manner, trying to position the scrum so that each team's hooker can kick or "hook" the ball back to the number 8 and gain possession for their team). One of my dad's co-workers lent me DVD that has some Six Nations games on it and I've been watching it a bit to understand what's going on. He said that however many times you work out or go to the gym or whatever, it's not enough. Already my muscles are beginning to hurt from some of the practices. Today we actually got to hit one of our coaches and practice a bit of rucking. It was pretty cool.

Quote of the day: Endurance is not just the ability to bear a hard thing, but to turn it into glory. - William Barclay

For anyone who wants to understand better what the terms are that I listed in this blog or just wants to know more about rugby, here's a good site.

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Back at Last!!!

I have finally returned home from a trip to Orlando, Fla with my family (mom, dad, brother). We stayed at this AMAZING hotel and had TONS OF FUN. We drove down from London (two day drive) and arrived in Orlando at around noon on Sunday March 13. We went shopping, hung out at the pool for two days, went to Epcot (Flower and Garden Festival: incredible!), went to Downtown Disney, Cocoa Beach and did more shopping. We went biking (there were trails all over the hotel land), swimming, tanning and just relaxed. I had soooo much fun!! I LOVED the Flower and Garden Festival at Epcot. It was fantastic. The topiaries were incredibly done and the gardens were positively beautiful! I congratulate everyone who worked on those; it must've taken a long time to do.

And of course, while in Florida there was the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. My heart goes out to those people. It was terrible to see how those people's houses were washed away, their lives were turned upside down and shaken. I sincerely hope that they receive the help they need, that more people are found alive than dead and that Japan can get back on its feet and rebuild itself eventually. Those people have suffered a great loss and it most definitely humbles me and makes me look at my life and appreciate what I've got. Japan, stay strong. You will get through this and survive.

Quote of the day: One reason writers write is out of revenge. Life hurts; certain ideas and experiences hurt; one wants to clarify, set out illuminations, to replay the old bad scenes and get the Treppenworte said -- the words one didn't have the strength or ripeness to say when those words were necessary for one's dignity or survival. - Cynthia Ozik

Friday, 11 March 2011

A Little Late, But Here Nonetheless

Here is my short story. I did just end up keeping the original title "Take a Swim" instead of changing it. I couldn't think of anything else and it would've just been a hassle. Anyway, post any comments you readers may have. I like feedback, especially constructive criticism. Remember that theme was loss so it will seem depressing. So without further ado, here is my first short story!

Take a Swim

by Meghan Kirkland

Eloise gazed blankly at Justin as he ate his dinner. She had been babysitting him for two hours now but time seemed to lag. She had been checking her reflection repeatedly in the bathroom mirror to make sure her hair and makeup still looked good for that night. She began fidgeting with the hem of her blouse while she waited for Justin to finish.

“Eloise?” She looked up and began to panic, thinking about everything that could go wrong with a disabled boy before his parents came home.


“What’s wrong?” He looked genuinely worried with a frown on his face and a strange look in his eyes; concern.

Eloise smiled. “Nothing’s wrong, Justin. I’m just thinking,” she said standing up. “All done your dinner? Your parents should be home soon.” She checked her watch to be sure of the time. Four thirty. They would be home soon and Justin would be put to bed.

“Make sure you have fun tonight,” he said as he wheeled himself into the small family room in the bungalow.

“I’ll be with Selma, Bernice, Troy, Thomas and Jane. I don’t know how I’d not be able to have fun,” Eloise said as she turned on the TV for him.

“Remember the last time you hung out with your friends?” he asked with raised eyebrows. She shrugged off the memory before she could let it take hold of her.

“They were drunk,” she said stubbornly. “I still had fun.”

There was a knock on the door. Eloise peered through the curtains of the front window and saw Justin’s parents on the step, his mom searching for the house key in her purse. Eloise unlocked and opened the door before Justin could say anything else. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Watson,” she said pleasantly.

“Hey mom, hey dad,” Justin said as he wheeled himself over to the front door.

“Hello, Justin,” Mrs. Watson said as she and her husband stepped inside. “How was your afternoon with Eloise?”

Justin looked up at his babysitter. “It went well,” he said.

His parents moved into the kitchen and began putting away groceries.

Eloise went into the family room to get her purse. Justin followed her in his wheelchair and sat in front of the entrance to the room. “I never let anyone hold me back, especially myself. I push past the barriers and emerge victorious. You should try it some time.” She forced herself to meet his gaze and then quickly looked back at her bag.

“Thanks for the advice,” she said quietly. “Any time,” he said.

“Eloise, here’s your money,” Mrs. Watson said as she gave Eloise a twenty dollar bill.

“See you later Justin. Bye Mr. and Mrs. Watson,” Eloise said over her shoulder walking down the porch steps.

She put her key in the ignition and started the car. The small car spluttered to life and she backed out of the driveway onto the road. As she drove toward Selma’s house she blasted the radio. Pulling into her friend’s driveway, she checked to make sure her dress and bag were still sitting on the back seat.

Eloise paused outside Selma’s door before knocking.

Selma pulled open the door before she could do anything. Her caramel blonde hair was piled up on top of her head and her make up was caked on. Typical Selma. “Eloise!” she shrieked. “Come on in!”

Eloise carried her bag and dress into the house. “You can bring your stuff upstairs,” Selma said as she led the way.

After changing into their dresses they touched up their make up and made sure their hair still looked good.

“Perfecto,” Selma said when they were satisfied with the results.

They rushed down the stairs and into Selma’s car. While en route they sang loudly and danced in their seats. Prom was going to be a night to remember.

Inside the school they waited for their other friends to arrive.

“I see Troy and Bernice!” Eloise said excitedly. As soon as she spotted Troy she began to feel strange. Butterflies flew around in her stomach. She started fidgeting with her dress, hoping he would notice it and maybe drop Bernice. As soon as she thought it she began to feel bad. Bernice was a good friend of Eloise’s and didn’t deserve anything bad.

“I see Thomas and Jane,” Selma said as she searched for her friends on tip toe. Eloise began to feel funny again. She had admitted to herself a few weeks ago that she had a small crush on both Troy and Thomas. Unfortunately they were dating two of her good friends so she couldn’t hate the girls.

Throughout dinner the group of friends laughed, joked and reminisced about the good times they had together. Music began playing and everyone started dancing. Troy, Bernice, Thomas and Jane went out onto the dance floor. Selma and talked and laughed as they sat back and watched.

A boy, Henri, walked over to their table and asked Selma to dance. “You don’t mind, do you?” she asked Eloise. Eloise pasted a smile on her face.

“You go have fun,” she said. As her best friend walked away Eloise’s smile disappeared. Dark thoughts seeped into her mind and tried to take over.

She wrestled with these thoughts and forced them to leave her mind. She wanted to live in the moment, to remember prom. This was supposed to be something wonderful. No one danced with Eloise all night.

At ten o’clock Bernice drove everyone to a camp site near the city in her van. They were all laughing and talking simultaneously. The climbed out of the van and piled into the cabin they rented for the night. It sat next to a deep blue lake that glittered in the moon light. Eloise lingered outside just to stare at the moon before going inside.

Half an hour later everyone was wasted, except Eloise. She was too depressed to drink. She pretended to laugh and pasted a smile on her face whenever someone looked at her but when she looked at Troy or Thomas her heart broke a little.

She finally left the room to use the washroom. It was tucked away in a back corner of the cabin. She heard something in the bathroom but ignored it. It was probably just the cabin creaking anyway. She opened the door and gasped. There on the floor was Thomas and Jane naked. Eloise covered her eyes and slammed the door shut.

“I thought you said you had locked the door,” she heard Jane say behind the door.

“I did,” said Troy.

Eloise raced out into the front room and past her friends. “Eloise,” Selma called out as she saw her friend rush past.

Eloise didn’t stop until she was at the water’s edge. She finally let all the dark thoughts she had been repressing all night overwhelm her. A tear fell down her cheek and she sat down, sobbing. Her sobs wracked her thin body and shook her from head to foot. She looked at the lake, wondering what it would be like to drown. To go swimming and never come up for air, just sink to the bottom and never be seen again . . .

A familiar voice broke through her thoughts. “I never let anyone hold me back, especially myself. I push past the barriers and emerge victorious. You should try it some time.” It was what Justin had told her before she had left.

Eloise stood up and looked out over the water. She suddenly stripped off her clothes and stood naked on the beach. After looking at the water again she dove in, leaving only a ripple behind.

Saturday, 5 March 2011


Currently I am editing/retyping my short story. I gave it a title, "Take a Swim", but I don't think I like it anymore and may change that. It's been edited by about five people. I really wanted to make sure that all grammar and spelling was correct. I think it's turned out very well. Once I'm finished with the editing I will post it here, hopefully with a new title.

Quote of the Day: If you don't know the trees you may be lost in the forest, but if you don't know the stories you may be lost in life. - Anonymous Siberian Elder

Tuesday, 1 March 2011

Lion or Lamb?

Happy March first! It's scary how fast this year is already flying by. Usually I don't notice it until it's my birthday since it occurs so late in the year. March is many things. It is Adopt a Rescued Guinea Pig Month, American Red Cross Month, Bell Peppers and Broccoli Month, Berries and Cherries Month, Employee Spirit Month, Humorists are Artisists Month and more. Today is Asiatic Fleet Memorial Day, National Horse Protection Day, Peace Corp Birthday, Pig Day, Plan a Solo Vacation Day and Refired, not Retired Day.

March Break will be coming up soon. Many people will be on vacation or even just hanging out at home. Whatever you do, enjoy yourself! "If you want to be happy, then be." - Unknown.

So I leave you with this question: Has March gone in like a lion or a lamb for you?

Quote of the Day: He who does not get fun and enjoyment out of every day . . . needs to reorganize his life. - George M. Adams