Hubcap

just a warning, I am about to unleash 18 hours of pent up anguish. I've changed names, as you will soon see.
So, last night I got the opportunity to go to a dance, and even though I knew the guy--Let's call him..(stares around the room and picks out an object)..paintbrush--wasn't going to be there, I still went and tried to not let that little disappointing cloud cover my evening. SO I went with my friend, Chap stick, and it was actually pretty fun. I wasn't real energetic, but then again I'm never that hyper at dances anyway. At least until I did a swing dance with this one guy who is like, totally AMAZING at it, then after that I was pretty pumped. Oh, and he was really sweet and when he dipped me a few times, and I would kinda freak out, because I'm always afraid they won't be strong enough to hold me, he would say "don't worry, I'll catch you." or "It's okay, I'm here." And he was so sweet and cute!

Sorry. I'm gushing too much.

Now, onto the tall, black-brown hair, and blue-eyed guy, Hubcap.--I seem to always go for the tall, black-brown haired, and blue-eyed guys. unless they are in their twenties, then it's like, almost opposite..-- I have been wanting to dance with Hubcap at every dance since the one in December, when I first danced with him. He's amazing, cute--more like HOT--, and very nice. (He is a great dancer, and from what I've seen, probably as good as the swing dance guy. and outgoing, and dances with every type of girl, including the ones that aren't asked a lot. How sweet is THAT?) and so--this has happened in previous dances, too--we kept glancing at each other, and would usually be across the room from each other, but I know the glance. The, I-Want-To-Dance-With-You Glance, know what I'm talking about?
Anyway sometimes whenever a slow song would start we'd always look at each other, but then look away quickly.. and yeah, in short, we were playing a game. Who would ask who. So finally, after all evening of wanting to dance with him, I finally got up the courage to walk across the middle of the dance floor, it was a clear shot, all I saw was him, and his back half turned away, talking to his friends. It was in slow motion. the music pumping, mindless chatter was off in the background. I was finally there, I reached out my arm and pointed my finger, getting ready to tap him,
TAP. TAP. TAP.
But wait. that wasn't MY finger that was tapping, that was some other guy tapping MY shoulder.
WHAT?? Noooo!!
I wanted to say no, I wanted to say no so much. but I didn't. I plastered a smile on my face and said "sure"
Then as we were what I would call swaying in a circle, I saw Hubcap glance at me and my partner, then went off to find someone to dance with.
:(
As I was screaming in my head at how far I had come only to get asked by someone who was younger than me and whom I had already danced with,--I kept smiling and laughing at what he said, no matter how unfunny.-- and then I noticed Hubcap beside me, dancing with some girl. Then, as if in a movie, I swear, both our partners were sort of back to back, and I glanced over my partners shoulder--he was kinda on the short side..--and saw that Hubcap was also looking, and we stared into each others eyes for that split-second that seems like an eternity. You know that moment? Ahhh... bliss.
But then we both looked away and back at our partners and chuckled at whatever they just said. Yeah, like I'd remember.
It was like when you're running on a building and you leap off, soaring through the air towards the next roof top... you're so close, then right as you think you make it, you go SPLAT into the wall, and then fall limply to the ground, where you crash and burn.
Did I mention he's 17? So was swing-dance guy. Okay, that had no reason to be said, but I think you should know the facts, even if it has no relevance whatsoever.
Other than that GAHHHH moment, the dance rocked.

Hank the WonderDog!

Hank, our little terrier with the tiny face, super long legs, and almost sausage body, is one of the laziest dogs ever! He sleeps in at least until 1 in the afternoon, only getting up if nature calls, or if it's breakfast time.

Even so, we have to pick up his food bowl from the kitchen floor and actually bring it over to him just outside the kitchen, because he won't get up! Lazy mutt!

And sometimes, if I'm feeling generous or on my last nerves with our wannabe human dog, I hand feed him a couple kibbles to get him going. I know, I know! I shouldn't do that, but he won't eat! I mean, after I feed him he must feel hungrier, because then he will eat.

But this wasn't what I wanted to write. Now, back on track. He is lazy, and yet a rabit hunter and eater, so we should've known he could do some amazing things... Ever since we got him, he has been a magnificent jumper. I mean, just look at his legs! He jumps on the beds, he jumps on the couches, he jumps on the table...--not approved of, just saying.-- and apparently, if motivated enough, he can jump over our courtyard gate.

I will have to get a picture of it, but for right now I can only describe it. It's pretty high. Yes, thats the best I can do at describing it for now. BACK ON TRACK. The other day I was going for a walk, and I decided to take Lucy, because she normally doesn't pull ferociously on the leash, as some other pup does, cough* cough* Hank. And so as I wa going to leave, Hank was really excited and thought he was going with. After much pushing and shoving we finally got Hank away fast enough to escape.

Lucy did horrible on the walk, by the way...

So as we were headed around the last corner, and going past the neighbors yard(The one Oscar normally patrols) I see the gawky looking terrier with extremely long legs and just as extreme tiny head. After a couple seconds of dumbness, I realize it's Hank and I call after him. Of course, he runs over, tail wagging furiously and licks my face and jumps around. I carry him home, while still holding Lucy's leash, so neither of them could run away, like they always do.

So we get home and I noticed none of the fences were left open or anything. So I go into the backyard and search the whole perimeter for a possible escape route, than remembering eevn if he did find a whole, he would have to get through another one in any yard around him. So I come back inside, utterly puzzled at how he could escape. The only possible openings available were ones that would be a real tight fit, and would leave him dirty! He perfectly clean! So plop down on the couch and my dad next to me says; "I think James put him in the courtyard after you left." My jaw slacked to the floor and I wondered why he hadn't told me before I went searching! So I took Hanky into the courtyard and realized he had the whole wall that could be a possible escape route. Only, I figured he just climbed over the bikes and over the wall. So I climb over the gate myself, demonstrating that it was okay, and sat down on the other side. I heard his collar jingle a few times, but other than that, nothing. I call his name softly a couple times, and then once more a little louder. "Hank!" Then I heard his collar jingle continously as it got farther away. Then I heard his tiny feet pounding the pavement along with his jingling collar until there was a split second of silence. Then I saw his upper body above the gate and his lower half whacked into it, then I heard his back legs scrambling up and then before I knew it he was over to me, licking my face. I must say, he surprised the heck out of me! It may not seem like much, but the way my dad feeds him ice cream... I'm surprised when he can even get up off the couch!

So we learned not to put Hank in the courtyard, although if he can jump the gate, he can jump the fence. But he hasn't tried so far, so we decided to worry when he actually does it.

And I guess Hank just really wanted to go on a walk, wouldn't you say? Because surely if he wasn't motivated he wouldn't have done it, and I understand perfectly how much he would want to go on a walk, walks are like vacation for them! Who wouldn't jump over a fence to get away from home for a while?

^.^
I felt I was long overdue to write a post... Even though I can't really think of anything to say.
Hmm...
Well, I have found a name for my story--Thank you grandma O!--. I've decided to call it 'Escape'.
Writing has become like, the top most favorite thing to do on my list! It's definitely top three, next to listening to music and boys. Sadly, I'm only half kidding about the boys. :)
I don't know, but I find myself enjoying myself immensely whenever I write. It's so exciting to see what is going to be typed next and to see where the story goes. It has surprised me so many times at the characters reactions and how they refuse to do something!
You make think I'm crazy, but that is exactly what I thought when I read Stephenie Meyer's thing on how her characters speak to her.
I know what that means now, and it is so funny at how alive they actually get. At first, I'll admit I was a little guarded and worried, but after a while I realized that humans get emotional, they aren't always rational and composed. That is when I think it got real fun for me. Because then I wasn't afraid to type out what they say and how they feel! because it was they who felt that way, not me. SO when I actually let them take over it was so exciting! It was like reading a book for the first time, even though I knew what would happen and know the ending over all, it is still amazing and always makes me smile as the story flashes through my head like a movie.
I'm wondering right now, though, if I make any sense at all.
I love how I can differentiate my characters from one another, and how they have different opinions. I think one of the reasons I'm so entranced by them is because not in a million years would I be able to feel the way they do about things, and yet understand completely why they would feel that way.
Also, it is so fun because I was always wondering how authors could put there characters in such dilemmas and then when all hope was lost... they would be saved by something completely unexpected!
But now I understand how they do it, and I love it when I know exactly how they're going to get out of their predicament, but no one else does! It's invigorating.
Seriously so cool. I love surprising people!
I let my grandma read it, --I hope you don't mind me saying, G.-- but she was wondering how I could possibly get them out of something! Then I would just reply, pointing to my head, "It's all in here.." But yes, seriously fun. And another thing, when she was reading it, I had kind of stopped at a cliff hanger moment! So that was pretty fun, too. Well, for me.
Again, this may just be me rambling about something that I can't even put into words, but this is a lot better than trying to talk it out.
It is way easier for me to communicate through the computer, not necassarily because I can think what I'm going to say, but it just comes out better and I somehow think faster...? I don't know, I'm probably embarassing myself by rambling like this, so I'll try to stop.
Well, love all and take care!
Delaynie, who thinks it's devilishly fun to withhold information on cliffhanger moments.