Saturday, June 29, 2013

Sup, mah peeps!

I posted this on a short story contest, which I won. So I thought I'd share it with you people.

It's based on a song you like, so I chose "Like you" By Evanescence. Enjoy!

Like you

Rain droplets slide down my window, racing each other down the glass. My eyes feel rigid while I watch them, like I can’t move or I’ll break apart. 
She can’t be gone.
I can’t cry. All I feel is a deep ache penetrating all of my being. The sun comes out, smiling down at the wet world, though rain still sparkles; falling to the ground. 
I hate it.
I hate all of it. 
Including me.
The pain drives me to crush my fist closed. 
They told me at school. Showed up in my classroom. The sympathy from my classmates was agonizing. 
Though it’s been weeks, I still feel it sharply. 
I still can’t believe them.
I wish I was with her. I wish it had been me. Why couldn’t it have been me? 
She’s my sister; I’m supposed to protect her. I was supposed to protect her.
I creep down the stairs. Mom is talking on the phone. Not in her usual light tone. Everything is darker now. 
My brother is sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the wall. Tears slide down his cheeks. He doesn’t see me. 
I step outside and raindrops drop on me, beading on my skin. 
Get off me.
I open the door of my car. Slam the door when I’m in. Start it.
Speed down the driveway.
Where are you going? My thoughts spit at me. You can’t help her now. 
No, I can’t.
I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. 
The tires are making a hissing noise with the wet pavement.
I slow down. Turn into the laneway.
The sign glares at me. 
St. Edmund Cemetery.
I stop the car. 
I can’t bear it I can’t bear it I can’t bear it. 
I open the door. 
The damp grass is cold on my bare feet. My tank top clings wetly to my back, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms. 
I take little steps. 
Past Gravestones of lost loves. 
Past flowers flecked with droplets, like tears of the ones who placed them.
Till I come to it.
Her grave. 
Her last resting place. 
I read the epitaph.
Stay low, soft, dark and dreamless, far beneath nightmares and loneliness.
I lay down; the new grass of her grave brushes my cheek, resembling the way her little fingers once did. 
I weep. 
I weep till I gasp, and there’s no more.
I can see her. 
This isn’t her grave. She’s still here. 
She remembers me. 
She’ll wait for me.
Someday I’ll see her again. 
But till then I’ll be beside her. Not in flesh, but in thought.
I’m right here.

~Love, The Paina

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Right in the childhood...

Elena is a little preoccupied at the moment.

With crazy adult things.

Sorry for the lack of crazy.

Blog will be here soon!

Love, The Paina.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Thoughts at the Chiropractor...

"I hope she can't see down my buttcrack."
"If a Chiropractor was a serial killer, neck breaking would probably be the way to go. OH GREASE, SHE'S GONNA MURDER ME."

"How in the world does jumping on my side even help me......"

That's just a few.

Pardon my crap drawings.

I don't feel well today.



I lied again.

I'm just lazy.


What? Me? Socially awkward? HA. Ha......ha....

Love, The Paina


Saturday, April 6, 2013

Small rant. (Very small)

So today I was scrollin' the interwebs and just happened to fall on Xena tumblr.

And seriously ANY. TIME. there is a strong friendship between two people it's obvious they are "In love" right???


Dude, I get sick of the "Man they are such lesbians" and such. I mean really.

Same with Nanalew and Meekakitty. Even thought they aren't gay by any means, people just assume they are because hey, girls can't be that close without being in love. I mean really? Really, people?

And from Scrubs, obviously J.D. and Turk must be gay. I mean, it's the only thing that makes sense! Dude can't just be really close friends, they gotta be in love. 


It bugs me. 

To lighten the mood, here is a Xena gif.


That is all.

Love, The Paina.

Sunday, February 3, 2013


So I was FINALLY able to get some pictures up.

Pwaz Hestia! PWAZ HESTIA! Pwaz.

Scary air balloon! 

(Even though it's winter.....)

Nasty nasty henses.

Screw you!
Today IS Superbowl Sunday....

Because colours.





Brandy Fatty's puppy.

She's so cute!

And silly.


Eddie. Although I think I've posted him somewhere before.



And yeah. That's all. I'm very tired and I'm gonna go and face the book.


Or draw. Like with paper. not Microsoft paint. I did that already today.

Bye for now!

Love, The Paina.

Friday, January 4, 2013

SUP 2013!! (Cough Hack)


I have this terrible cold that affects my voice. So I sound like a whiny squeaky person hitting puberty.

I tried posting several times, by the way. For some reason the pictures would NOT upload onto the blog. It was unfortunate.

So instead, here's a random 20 second(giveortake) picture!

Anyways. I sound like a complete retard. And I can't yell. It's really hard to communicate in a big family if you can't yell.

It's pathetic.

So far 2013 has been full of hocking. And gritty phlegm. Like, as if there was sand in my snot. IT'S WEIRD.

At least this year can get better. It's wiiiiiiiiide open. 

Plenty of time for random images that make you doubt my sanity a little.

Mom just walked by and put her hand on my forehead all like "You have a fever!!" 

                                                                          Yes Mom.

Anyways, I'm finished here.

I have other things to do.

Vewy impo'tant bidness.

So peace out or whatever.


Happy 2013 and stuff.

Love, The Paina.

PS. I have never seen Alien. Odd as that is.