The Encounter

I woke up earlier then usual on a Tuesday morning in July. After I jumped out of bed, I decided I would walk out onto my balcony to see what I should wear for the day. The temperature was relatively warm, so i threw on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a sweater. I walked outside of my apartment, and ran down four flights of steps which lead out onto the road. Since the sun was coming up, I thought it would be a great time for a jog along the lake. However, after my long, fulfilling walk to the beach, I really didn't feel the need to have to jog anymore. I passed by Stoney Creek Dairy, and I watched the girl change the sign from closed, to open. The thought of having birthday cake ice cream on such a hot morning was so inviting, I couldn't help myself. I entered the store and ordered two scoops of birthday cake ice cream on a waffle cone. Ohhh man, I could hardly wait to sit down outside and start to devour it. As I started heading for the exit, I began to lose focus on my surroundings. Mmmm! I was thinking to myself, when suddenly... BAMMMM! I walked straight into what seemed like the glass "exit" door. "This is SO typical, totally something I would do" I said to myself while i sat on the floor, debating on whether or not I should stand back up. "Don't worry about it, I'm pretty clumsy myself." I heard the door chuckle from above me. Why was I talking to a glass door? I decided to finally open my eyes and determine what was going on. Shyly, I peered up from the floor to see what, or who was responding to me. After about thirty seconds that I spent drooling, Patrick Dempsey reached his hand out to help me up. "You dropped your ice cream when I walked into you... How about you get up off the floor and I buy you a new one? It's only fair! " His smile was so dazzling and of course, I couldn't decline the offer. "S-ssssure" I stuttered. He took me outside and sat me down on a park bench. "I'm really sorry about that," he apologized, "I should have been watching where I was walking." I was so speechless, but I managed to spew out a response. "It's really no problem at all, I should have been looking up instead of daydreaming about my ice cream." I felt my cheeks burn and he smiled again, "Haha! You're right, the ice cream here is definitely the best!" He turned on his heel, and walked back inside to order our ice cream cones. I quickly pulled out my cell phone, "I'M ON A DATE WITH PATRICK DEMPSEY!!" I screamed into the receiver of my phone, waking my best friend up from her slumber. This is when I realized that some things are just too good to be true. At that very moment, Patrick walked out with his wife and three children. He handed me my ice cream and said, "it was nice meeting you and i apologize once again!" He flashed his pearly whites one more time, and off he went with his family. My ideal date turned into an epic fail... Oh well, a girl can always dream. :)

My Favourites!

Throughout the years of elementary school, I would always pick up the scholastic book order sheets from my teachers. I loved reading books, and my favourites were all by Robert Munsch. Out of his many books, I think I've read "The Paperbag Princess" more then a hundred times. Elizabeth the princess was to marry a handsome prince, however, a dragon decides different. He steals her prince, burns her clothes with his fiery breath, and threatens to eat the both of them if she doesn't leave him alone. This story always created anticipation while I read because I wanted to get to end and see if she would defeat the dragon! I recently read the story to my younger cousin, and I still LOVE it! Mr. Munsch has a great sense of humor, and makes this story enjoyable for all ages.

When I'm often bored out of my skull with nothing to do at home, I like to search Youtube for something comical. About a year ago, I came across a British girl's page and looked through her videos. She had a whole series up called "Skins." It was the latest craze in England, so I started watching the first episode to see if it was anything good. It didn't take very long for me to get sucked right into the series, and I finished it in a few days. The show was based on one group of friends but each episode focussed on one person at a time. Their teenage drama was blown so far out of proportion that the show became quite interesting. British humor and slang also made this show so amusing for me to watch! Skins has definitely earned the title of the European version of "Gossip Girl."

Last summer, I spent a lot of my nights outside reading books and magazines. One of the books that I picked up and finished is called "Lovely Bones." The story was about a young girl who gets raped and murder one afternoon by her neighbor, only a few houses down from her own. After disposing her body perfectly, the police had no lead to a killer so they eventually gave up on the case. The young girls father has a gut feeling that it was this neighbor so he begs one of the officers to stay on the case as they work together to unravel the mystery. The story is written from the dead girls perspective as she watches her family heal their wounds and search for the killer. I didn't know what to expect while reading, which kept me set on finishing the novel. It also brought to my attention that no matter how well you think you know someone and how normal they look, you should always be aware of your surroundings.

One of my favourite movies while growing up was definitely "Jumanji"! Watching the kids play the game was always so entertaining! I remember the first time I watched it, and seeing the monsoon and the insect attack made me so nervous. I asked my mom a multiple amount of times if she had a hidden game like this one somewhere in the house because I was so up for playing it. :)

My most recent obsession started at the end of summer. Dr. McDreamy (Patrick Dempsey) totally stole my heart and I've been hooked since then. Even though he's old enough to be my father (kinda gross, I know) he is still a total BABE! The fluctuating romance and heartbreak between him and Merideth Grey was easy for me to relate to. I even somewhat enjoyed watching the surgeries that had been successful, yet watching the deaths in the show weren't as enjoyable. Completely ADDICTING show!

You would never have guessed this happened but...

One late night in an unfamiliar room, I woke up restless from a deep sleep that was disrupted by the twinkling lights coming from my open window. I walked out onto my balcony, and found my favourite pair of shoes which I slipped on immediately. I was already fully dressed so I decided to leave my hotel for the night, and headed straight out of my dark, wooden door. I didn't like the feeling of being alone so i began to run along a brick road lit with lights shining from the lanterns, trying to find a friendly face in this crowd full of people. I decided to read the signs, to decipher where I was, and I seemed to be located somewhere in Paris, France. (As if the Eiffel Tower wasn't a dead give-away.) I walked into a dim bar, full of French men and woman who shouted random words which I somewhat understood. Each individual in the room had glasses in front of them filled with a yellow substance, which appeared to be alcoholic. It didn't take too long for me to find a seat, where a French business man handed me a glass and said "ayez une boisson!" (have a drink!) I tasted the strange brew, and it had a sudden warming effect on my body. It tasted rather pleasant. This drink seemed to have brainwashed everyone who consumed it, but it did the opposite to my body. I noticed every little motion made by every person in the surrounding area. Even though many of the women sat as still as statues, I could see the goose bumps on their skin appear whenever they smelt the drink being poured. I stood up, and headed towards the exit of the bar. As I stepped out, I took a deep breath and saw that right outside the doors a man was standing, hidden in the shadows. He looked familiar, but I couldn't pin point who he was until he lifted his head. It was Chris Brown, and he had made a visit to Paris. I walked over to him, and decided to introduce myself. After all, he was the only face I found comforting in a place with such a different atmosphere. After a few minutes of chatting, we decided to find a quiet place to continue our conversation. We found a seat on a nearby park bench, and watched happy couples pass by holding hands in the "city of love." I decided to ask Chris about his relationship with Rihanna (this would come in handy for blackmail, if need be.) He told me that they kept arguing about how annoying her hit single "Umbrella" had become. This had caused a hole in their relationship, and she became paranoid about his every move. After giving him some valuable advice, (and agreeing that the song had become annoying) we left the park, and headed to a local McDonald's to get a bite to eat. We sat down, and my mind began roaming. After seeing the media describe them as a perfect couple, the way he explained their relationship proved that it may not be what it seems. I began to think of Rihanna as a controlling, over-obsessive girlfriend with rage blackout issues. The princess of Barbados? She could never be like that! Just as I took another bite of my Big Mac, I heard shrieks coming from various tables in the restaurant. I turned around to see the enraged face of Rihanna, staring at me with her wide hazel eyes. Seeing Chris with another girl must have pushed her to the edge, because she began to throw anything she could get her hands on. I ran into the play place, and dived into the pool full of plastic balls. The table she threw at me must have blocked her vision because she couldn't figure out where I had hid. I watched her rush out the doors with Chris following right behind. I guess that this is the reason why she named her latest album "Good Girl Gone Bad." When the coast was clear, I went back to my table with my Big Mac and pulled out my Blackberry. I decided to go to on a celebrity gossip website and check ou the latest news. In bold letters at the top of my screen read: "Chris Brown arrested for assaulting Rihanna!" From this day on, I knew would never drink another alcoholic beverage.
... And I swear to you, this is exactly how it all went down. 

The Tragic Life of ...

Commonly found in a variety of different athlete's homes, I live amongst different sizes, shapes, and colours of footwear. My family is most often found worldwide in different shades of black, navy and gray. I'm used specifically for the sport of rugby so my soles are precisely made out of rubber, but I have cousins who are made out of metal and are used to make a victorious home run at a Baseball game. If you haven't already determined the obvious, I'm a pair of Natalie's cleets currently shoved at the back of her closet for the winter season. Thoroughly coloured black with long matching laces, I come from the Nike company proudly representing the white check marks on the lateral area of my sides. With my fine stitching and lustre, I shine like a natural born rugby star.

It was time for the first game of the season, time for the moment I greatly anticipated. I was pulled over thick red socks, and she tugged my laces into a tight knot. This was fine by me, as long as I could upkeep my appearance! Suddenly, with the use of hockey tape, she wrapped this sticky restraint around my laces and mid-section. The glue from the tape stuck to my body, and I realized it would take a dozen tubs of soap and water to destroy the sticky substance. She didn't trust my laces to stay knotted tightly, so she taped them down onto my body.

Sticky tape, okay... i suppose I'll get used to this feeling, what other harm could she do? Just then, she jumped to her feet and headed off to the game.

The pounding of her feet against the hard Earth surged a feeling of excitement through my body. However, after a ninety minute game, I realized this would put a lot of stress upon my body. I was sore, tired, and sticky! 

The last play of the game was drawing near as Natalie occupied her position waiting to sprint off. TACKLE! She was brought down, and soon enough, other girls were towering over her body with dirt encompassing her body. My entire appearance changed from flawless shade of black to a muddy brown tone I wished not to flaunt. 

The winter season doesn't seem as bad anymore.. I've caught up on some much needed nap time, and I sparkle happily at the back of her closet. Now that I think about it though, it's nearing mid-march, is it not? Rugby season is coming up, time to prepare for my realistic nightmare.

5 Pieces of Literature I Would Eat Up!

If I could eat any five pieces of literature, they would be ...

1. Death of a Salesman - If I could eat this book, I would destroy it. Death of a Salesman would taste like a mixture of my least favourite foods: mushrooms, eggplant and pumpkin. BLEH. Linda Loman's lines would get stuck between my teeth which would be a pain to floss because that's exactly what her complaining felt like while reading.

2. Breaking Dawn - Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga would become a popular dish at my restaurant of books. Edward Cullen's dazzling stare would make any girl swallow a fresh cup full of blood, no complaints.


3. Teen Vogue - The models in this magazine would be proud of my choice. I would eat up these magazines because ironically, most of the girls in them look as if they haven't eaten in days.

4. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince - I would savour every page of this book just to extend my memorable moments with Ron Weasley. ;) Enough said!

5. Nelson Biology 12 University - I would do this for all the innocent students that ever sat through this class and drew huge, tedious diagrams for Mrs. Lepischak. This textbook turned my brain into mush and was nothing more then word vomit on a page.

My Most Vivid Memory

In kindergarten, during the summer time, my parents lived in a cute townhouse close to Orchard Park. I went to Memorial Elementary School and I was in Ms.Trotti's combined class of kindergarteners. I remember walking home from school with my aunt, telling her about my plans to visit my friend that Saturday afternoon. This girl lived only a few houses down from mine so we quickly became great kindergarten buddies.

The rules of my household were very simple: if I were to go to any one of my friend's houses down the street, I needed to tell someone that was in the house and set a time that I would be home by. That Saturday afternoon was the first and last time I disobeyed that rule. After playing with my Sailor Moon toys in the basment all morning, I decided to leave and go to my friend's house. My aunt was uptairs in her room cleaning up, and my mom was helping by vacuuming the rest of the upstairs area. I didn't feel like running up the stairs to tell them, so I figured that my aunt would have remembered the conversation we had just the day before when she picked me up from school.

I rang my friend's doorbell, and her parents lead me into the house hapilly, as usual. The girl and her cousins were having a Barbie picnic in her backyard which I quickly became sucked into. We were eating sandwiches and enjoying the sunny day, so naturally, I completely forgot about my parents. After what seemed to be 10 minutes, (it was actually after about two hours) I heard my mom outside the backyard yelling my name. "NATALIJA!!!" I instantly knew I was in trouble thanks to the tone of voice and frantic screeching. She asked the girl's parents if by any chance I was there, and soon enough she was lead into the backyard as well. Smiling, my mom picked me up, thanked the parents, and swiftly began walking back to our house.

I knew what was coming. She opened the door, and dropped me inside on the rug infront of our door, telling me to run uptairs to my room. Completely terrified at this point, I do exactly as she says, contemplating to wait upstairs patiently or attempt to escape to find my dad for potential protection. She stomps into my room, grabs my Barbie dollhouse (it turned into a suitcase) and begins to shove every item of clothing in it that she could find. Nostrils flaring, she slams the suitcase shut, grabs my arm and down the stairs we go.

At the door, she places the suitcase at my feet and told me to "find my way out". I take one step out the door, turn around, and I'm already locked outside the house. For a few minutes, my mind was racing with the choices I had to choose from. My friend lived across highway 8, but I knew very well that it was a busy street, would I be able to cross alone? After trying to think of a way out of this situation, I realized there was no other option but to cry my little six year old heart out. I was in trouble, and it was time to give up to the ways of foreign discipline. Meanwhile, little did I know that my mom and aunt were watching from all angles. My mom stood on the bathroom toilet, peering out the window to see if I would decide to walk away from the front step. My aunt lurked on her bedroom balcony waiting for the same results. It didn't take too long for my complete breakdown and pleads for my mom to allow me back into the house. It also didn't take too long for her to give in. The door was unlocked and slowly opened, and I was beckoned inside for a long discussion at the dining room table. My mom made it very clear that if I attempted another stunt such as that one, that I wouldn't get a single Christmas, Birthday or Easter present for the next ten years.

25 Things I Enjoy Writing About.

1. Love/Heartbreak.
2. Summer.
3. Stressful situations and my favourite methods of relaxation!
4. Favourite films/T.v shows.
5. Most enjoyed sports.
6. My animals and the influence they've had on my life. :)
7. Family/Friends/Important people in my life.
8. Biggest pet peeves.
9. Favourite courses.
10. Influence of music.
11. Travelling.
12. Fashion.
13. The importance of patience. 
14. The importance of a good lifestyle/nutrition.
15. My strong dislike of Fortinos.

16. My strong dislike of Fido/Rogers.
17. Llama's.
18. Redecorating.
19. Favourite books.
20. Shopping.
21. Typical stereotypes posed on highschool girls and boys.
22. Mr. Hopman.

23. Anything I strong disagree/agree with.
24. Graduation.
25. Myself.

Mini Autobiography

Born on September 29th 1991, I haven't moved from the town of my birthplace. At 12:33 am I was born in Hamilton, Ontario in St. Joseph's Hospital. This turned out to by my mother's first only child. Five years prior to my birth, my parents immigrated from Serbia hoping that Canada would become a better place to start their life as a married couple. My mom had lived here when she was young so she's fluent in english, but my dad is completely foreign. During the rockiest years of my teenage life, my parents divorced and things seemed like they were only going to get worse. My mom met a new man, and I couldn't ask for a more ideal stepdad. Looking back, I think the decision amongst my parents was only for the best. 

Looking back on my childhood, I noticed that i was definitely a wild kid. The definition of a tomboy, always hanging out with the boys and playing sports. I took karate and kick boxing for a few years and eventually started doing dance. After a while, i gave up with all of this and quit everything around the fifth grade. Other then my bossy antics, I'm completely animal/nature orientated. My biggest desire right now is to move away from this awful place and live some place that's constantly sunny and warm and have a few cute pets to take care of. As of right now, i have two GORGEOUS kitties. :) One is a boy, he's seven years old (28 in cat years) and his name is Tigger. The other one is a female, she's only three years old and she has a foreign serbian name that i won't even attempt to type... I always wanted to get a rabbit and name it Thumper, but my mom is pretty permanent on her decision to never get one of the "foul smelling creatures."

My big group of friends is a definite blessing and I think I'm lucky to have each and everyone of them. I can trust all of them with every secret and I know I won't regret that decision. They're always there for me when i get stuck in situations full of teen angst. Being a teenager is insanity, so I think they keep me fairly sane... I'm also pretty lucky to be dating my best friend. He's honest and hilarious and I think those are both very important factors to a relationship! 

Other then all of that, I'm probably the most impatient person you'll ever meet. This is the biggest imperfection of mine that i've tried repeatedly to maintain. Somehow, everytime I do try, whatever I'm waiting for usually gets delayed and my temper flares. If I could change anything about myself, that would definitely be it! Towards the positive side, I'm extremely loyal to people I love and care for. I love the feeling of being able to help someone emotionally just by listening and by assuring the person that they can confide in me. 

In this course i hope to accomplish a number of things: to become a stronger writer, improve the structure of my work, and broaden the variety of writing methods i can choose from. I love english courses, but I've always disliked writing about topics that I'm not completely interested in. It makes me excited to know that in this course I'll have a variety of topics to choose from that I can put my full potential towards.