Where The Wild Things Are

 

 

 

 

I just watched the movie, "Where The Wild Things Are" it is so cute. I think Max is the most imaginative ten years old (just a guess). While I was watching it, I thought about when I was a kid and I got into a fight with my mum and while she wasn't watching I ran away from home. I didn't run to far and it was daylight, but I hid in bushes a fare walking distance away for about two hours. I made my mum lose her mind with worry and everyone was looking for me. I decided after being lonely for so long that I would walk back home and just see if they had even noticed my disappearance.

I was too upset to care that I might get into trouble so I walked up the long stretch of road leading to my house and my once-step-sister was calling out my name and looking in a bush for me. She spotted me and called out to my mum. My mum ran down the stairs and out the front door to where I was standing, she was so upset with me. She had been worried and as soon as she knew I was okay she became furious. I remember her yelling at me, asking me why I had left and to never ever do it again. I remember thinking, "I wish I hadn't come back." she told me that I had rewind everyone’s day and my punishment was to sit with her while she yelled.

I didn't runaway again (this wasn't the first time I had disappeared), I don't actually remember why I didn't try it again, I think I never felt the need to after that.

The end of "Where The Wild Things Are" was sweet in the way that the mother wasn't mad, she was so worried and she wasn't able to sleep. She hugged her son and then just sat and watched him, happy to see him okay. I imagined what it would have been like to see my mum hug me the day I had ran away and just been happy to see me. I think it would have been nice, but maybe I would have run away again.

I was reading into getting books published, and I feel so lost. I may be going crazy, but it seems so hard. I think I may approach it from a different angle. I am doing business at school, so when I finish I can go into creative writing and from there I can go into creative writing at UNI and maybe a business degree. I can do something like advertising after UNI and this should improve my skills. At the same time I am at UNI I will send of heaps of manuscripts and if none of them get published, I will just have to hope that being in advertising will help me get published.I want to be a writer so badly that I can't see anything else in my life.

I could be a teacher: blah, oh god the kids I know I would rather run into a pit of fire.

I could be a kindergarten teacher: double blah, sorry I only ever want to look after cute kiddies, and my own children.

I could be a lawyer: all that arguing would be fun. But law has never interested me.

I could be a singer: Hahaha, me a singer, block your ears.

I could be an artist: and create what? average prints (they are the only real thing I enjoy doing in art).

I could be a hairdresser: When scissors are around me I tend to shred things, how attractive would shredded hair be?

I could be a councillor: There is no denying I like helping people, but this job would take to much out of me.

I could be a flight attendant: a pilot would be better, and unfortunately I don't have 20-20 vision.

I could be an astronaut: That is just reaching for the stars (Hahaha, I am sooo, sooo, funny).

I could be a comedian: I am only funny accidentally, I can't just randomly tell a joke and have the whole room laughing, I people hate my jokes, they prefer my natural charisma.

I could be a Youth Worker: I think I would cry, I wouldn't be able to handle youth work, my heart would break into a million pieces, I am strong, but not that strong.

I could be a doctor or a nurse: I don't mind being around sick people, and actually I think I should maybe go and read to those in nursing homes. Blood and human faeces freak me out though and so does the thought of getting a disease.

I could be an office worker: working for the man, I have a feeling I would go crazy and start to sniff envelopes, mmm, this one smells like chocolate, must be for rick in accounting. UHH no thanks!

I could be a Telemarketer: wow, sorry no Indian in me. Australian and Welsh only. And telemarketers drive me insane; I will leave this one to the Indians.

I could be an actress: it would probably be more interesting to watch a plate of jelly jiggle, and then watch me try to act. You would probably be more entertained.

I could be a song writer: This doesn't sound to bad, if only I was amazing at poems

I could be an accountant: Numbers? That is all I think when I think 'accountant' NUMBERS!! I hate maths

I could be a publisher: well that would be an awesome way to get my own book published, but I would feel lousy. Mind you I would get to read many books and maybe find awesome authors. (I will have to seriously think about this option.

I could be a librarian: I am not too bad at sorting things out, in fact I sort of like it (alphabetical order is my speciality) but I am loud, I need to be loud. If I had to be quiet all the time, and make sure everyone else is quite to, I might go crazy. At least while I am writing I can sing (yes I do this a lot, in-fact I have been known to sing until all hours of the night) right now I am listening to “5 years" by " Noah And The Whale". Before that it was "Ice" by "lights". It just wouldn't be the same if I can't sing.

I could be a waitress: People annoy me easily and it is likely I could be charming and the next second someone could say something rude to me and I would get really annoyed and spit in their burger (don't test waiters, be nice to them).

I could be anything... but nothing has as many pros as being a writer, it is me. I am just a little bummed that it is going to be hard getting my story read. It has to be unique, something that no one has ever heard of before. Great! My book will never contain vampires I would prefer die then read another vampire book!

Well here is to making your dreams reality, and I suppose if I can't get my book published I can still write anyway, even though that sounds depressing. *Sigh*