And so all good things come to pass...

“Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'it will be happier'...” 

-Tennyson

I highly doubt so, Mr. Tennyson.

This year has been an amazing one for me. 

I might even be bold enough to state it was my best year every.

2012, the year our world ended, was the year my world began, in sort. 

In Two Oh One Two, I met so many people, made so many new friends, and discovered so many new things in life.

~I turned Sixteen this year, and began singing "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" whenever the urge hit me.  I began my cautious and timid activity of driving on "the big roads" (AKA: any road with a speed limit above 10MPH).

~I began my friendship with Mirriam, Grace and Emma, Sky, Grace, (yes, two Grace's! I confuse my family. lol) and  Autumn.

~I started and Finished NaNoWriMo.

~The tea spitters formed.

~I got more involved in my writing, and began to look on it differently.

~I became a Marvel girl.

~I became a proud child of two worlds, (Trekkie/Warsie).

~I discovered Instagram, and met a few more cyber friends through there. 

~I was blessed to meet Rane, and Mir, and Ariel, and Lynx, and Eva, Jade and Beck, and everyone else whose name is writ with ink. (Mirriam....you may gloat that more than half of the characters are yours..)

~'Shiny' became more than an Adjective to me.

~I discovered, on a whole, loads of new fandoms, and grew in my already loved fandoms.

If I had to sum this year up in one word, I'd use 'Growth'.  

Growth

 [grohth] 

noun

the act or process, or a manner of growing; development; gradual increase.

 

 

 

This year, I learned so much about myself, and people around me.  My eyes have been opened to things I, in a childlike state, was blissfully unaware of.   I have learned to accept myself, in a way, I've never felt before.  I now no longer care that I'm weird, or that my voice cracks a little when I sing 'Phantom of the Opera', or that I have a illness with no cure. I even, *gasp!* talk about my bursitis to friends and on the internet! Last year, 2011 and the years previous, I was afraid to show my talents.  

I was like a hidden chest, tucked safely under the ground. No one could get me there, in my safe hole in the hard ground.  But, neither could I bless the world.  And then, rain fell on me, and the ground is slowly washing away.  

I'm not about to sing in front of total strangers, I'm not there yet,  but I finally sing in front of my family.  You have no idea how much of an improvement that is for me.  

I have opened up my writing to a select few, while as, previously, no one read it, and no one dare ask.  

And, I learned new talents, met similar friends, and on a whole, was blessed for the cracking upon of my secret self.

No longer am I half dead manikin going through life with the movements.

My heart has grown to feel more deeply than I could have felt before, and has began the shedding of that dark, hard, outer crust.

Am I done growing? Nope. I hope to keep on growing until the day I die, and hopefully, maybe, help people grow too.

I know some people are really big on the whole 'Resolutions' thing. I'm not.  In the beginning of 2012, I made loads, and finished none.   It makes you feel really crummy when you set these goals, and can't reach them. 

But, I'm going to make one, and just one, resolution.

Live.

I want to walk to the edge of the proverbial cliff, and jump. To let myself fall even though I'm afraid of heights.   To live life to the very fullest, and let nothing hold me back. Live to face my fears, and live life as if there is no tomorrow, for who knows? Maybe there isn't.

I might even sky dive for real even though I am, literally, afraid of heights. anything more than 2 stories, and I get woozy and panic.

I want to thank, again, each person who made this my growing year:

Mirriam: 

  You were the first real cyber friend I truly made.  I'm still shocked that an awesome person as yourself found little ol me interesting. You, my dear, were one of the main reasons I began to crack open and truly be me.  Its hard to not be yourself when your talking to a person with such vigor for life, and who accepts herself as much as you do.  Truly, you were the best role model I could have had. 

-The ASLF.,DWNJKL;DQCDNBS-er

Grace/Fallon:

You, you crazy you, have been awesome.  Even though I knew of you before (I think) 2012, this year I really got to know you.  You might say it's my fault for getting you into Star Trek, Doctor Who, and Sherlock, and I will gladly take every and any blame.   But, you also helped me into Fandoms, or, rekindle, fandom love.  Les Miserable? Your fault.  I really look forward to getting to know you even better, and meeting you. T'is a pity we live so close, and yet have YET to meet.  If I hadn't said I was going to make only one resolution, I would add driving down to you to my list. And than, of course, thanks to you, I know River Song and the Doctor, which is...awesome.  I love your parents, ok?

-The One To Blame

Dear Sky: 

Thank you thank you thank you.

For fangirling over Vice with me (and his babies...that sounded awkward...XD) and for creating Rane so I can fangirl over him and his adorafeelable sons.  Thank you for Beautiful People, and for helping me embrace my Bursitis. I don't really know, though I hope it is so, if Spilled has helped any one else, but it has me. It's made me realize I'm not just an invalid, I'm a fighter.  

-Ash-o-lee

To ALL the Tea Spitters:

Thanks to you girls, I'm sharing my writing.  And thanks to you girls, I have a whole new vocabulary, such as "Slogging through Acorn Butter" "Peic" "Concenfocustrate" and, of course, "Closing my Fingers".

If it wasn't for you crazy crazing girls, NaNoWriMo would have been a lot less fun.  The word wars, the adorafeelable excerpt sharing, and all around friendship of you awesome Author Lassies, I don't know if I could have closed my fingers on NaNoWriMo.

-Swonker

Dear Grace and Emma:

Meeting you girls was the highlight of this summer.  Talking books, and life, and music, and everything in between was just...awesome.  I know your mom commented on me running to meet your family like y'all were super stars, but, in reality, you truly deserved it.  You, Grace, are such a beautiful, uplifting, person.  A breath of fresh water to my soul.

Wait....that means I would be drowning....

I breath or fresh AIR to my soul.

And Emma, keep growing beautiful.  Your smile, your laugh, and your ever bounding joy is just...heartening.

-The Florida Girl

Autumn:

You keep up your Cia thing, and I'm going to be hopelessly stuck in star wars' EU.  You are awesome, K?  I'm really excited about your move, and I'm hoping, beyond all hopes, to get to meet you, offically, and fangirl, and play Video games, because thats who we are.  And, we'll probably talk end on end about how awesome Grace is too...

I really need to talk to you more, as you are super fun.

Gah. Another mini 2013 Resolution...I guess it can't hurt, hmm?

-Ashley Amidala

And to all 177 Followers:

Do you realize how much of a blessing you are to me?  You listen when I babble, and comment on my insanity.  I fully realize blogging isn't about the followers, but it sure makes the experience 100% better.  Especially when I have such beeeaaauuuttiiifffuuulll followers as your lovely selves.

-CheeryO Author.

In a few hours, 2012 will pass into history, and 2013 will begin.  I'm looking towards this new  year with bitter sweet emotions.  I can only hope Twenty Thirteen keeps to the incredible stream Twenty Twelve has. 

So, for the last time this year,

Cheerio me old cream crackers.

“Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one”

-Brad Paisley 

The Coulson Conspiracy

We all saw it, Agent Phil Coulson died.
Right?

Yet, The Huffington Post declares, "Clark Gregg's Agent Coulson is coming back to S.H.I.E.L.D. Despite meeting a tragic end in "Marvel's The Avengers," the beloved and by-the-book agent will apparently make an appearance in "Marvel's S.H.I.E.L.D.," the new television series produced by Joss Whedon".

While Mr. Whedon (AKA: Moffat's apprentice) hasn't said how this will come to pass, I have my own theory.

Coulson's death proved to be the kick in the pants the mismatched Avenger team needed to kick Loki's butt. It would have taken a great time and effort to fully start their engines if he hadnt.
What if Coulson and Fury realized that?
What if Coulson never really died?
What if it was all a set up between him and Director Fury?
Lets look at who pronounced him dead: Fury, Who was willing to lie about where Phil Coulson's reading cards were to spark the flame in the Avengers, and who, lets admit it, isn't the most truthful son of Adam.
And you'll also realized, none of the Avenger team saw Phil's body, except Thor, but he didn't stay to see him die.
And of course, we have the paramedics to figure out. Lets look at it this way, for these guys, keeping secrets come with the job. Don't you think they could be made to understand the importance of keeping Coulson 'dead'?
And the final hump in the road of my idea.
Loki himself.
We all saw what happened to Phil, and I highly doubt myself that he could've lived through that.
So, lets take a step back and look at the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier. It's pretty impressive, and with state of the art technology.
Perhaps it was capable of Holograms. In fact, it's very likely it had Holograms.
Perhaps the whole time, Agent Phil Coulson was sitting back, in a dark room, allowing himself a laugh, while watching as our Avengers (and Agent Hill) were distressed at his death.
Making Agent Coulson pretty similar to Sherlock.....
Someone needs to make sure Joss Whedon and Stephen Moffat aren't having secret Skype meetings every midnight and sharing Meticulous planning for their own murkiest scam.

What do you think? Is my theory even remotely possible? And is it even something J.W would do?(I know Moffat would, but it isn't Moffat's movie, now is it?). What's YOUR theory?

I'm just going to say, if they just 'bring him back' without a possible, and realistic reason how, I'm going to be so very upset. And, I know Huffington Post said something about an Android with Coulson's memories, but I don't like that very much either. It won't BE Coulson. Why don't we just kill Tony Stark, and make a Red suited Android? See, not the same. 

Feels (In other words, just a plain, goofy ramble)

I have been running on feels all day. I know I'm going to have a break down, but, eh. I'm on cloud 9 with thunderbolts, so, why care? 

The sad thing is, I don't even know what is making these oh-so-giddy feels, or, what started them.  Feels rarely need any great thing to continue their burning, absorbing, devouring flame.   

I highly doubt it started with 'The City Of Ember', which, I read in about 5 hours flat.  And then, I promptly started reading Eion Colfer's 'The Supernaturalist'.  And ya know, THAT was what probably started it. I always get extremely giddy and exited and emotional when reading Mr. Colfer's books, even if they aren't that special. Which, is why I tend to have difficulties reviewing the books....I am very biased, and I know it, so, I take it harder on them, and look for bad things, but I don't believe the bad things and...ugh. I get in such a stinky, self made mess.  And to think, it all started because of a Naughty 12 year old boy who still believed in fairies. And happened to be a Criminal mastermind. With an awesome Butler, named, Butler. Yeah.

ACTUALLY, no. I just remembered, I now know, without a single doubt, WHAT started these feels which has led to this I-must-be-drugged-I'm-so-happy day.....

This Facebook page.

You simply WON'T understand the gloriosity of this page, the sheer epicness, the amazing delight, the supercalfragilisticexpialidocous of it, unless you follow THIS girl's blog, and have kept up to date on her Novel (Which will be published in May!) called 'Monster'.  So, if you want a giddy, I'm-drugged sorta day, I suggest you get to know Mir. He is a DOLL. Any girl would love him. Come to think about it, I can't remember if there is any girl who DOESN'T....

So, anyway, thanks to Mir having a facebook page, I've been happy, and giddy, and all around good natured. You want proof? I got up at 6 AM, and didn't kill anyone. Or yell, or throw something, or eat some one's brains (I get rather Zombie-ish during early mornings).   And, for the most part, I've just sang songs, fangirled over Scar, and saved the world from, ya know, normal things. 

And then I saw it.

I have no idea why I haven't seen it before, I mean, Honestly, I've heard of it, but how could I have missed up on seeing it?!?!?  

THIS. THING. I stumbled upon the Ranger's apprentice series. By mere accident, on Pinterest.....I didn't care what it was about, or who it was about, or if it was a cheesy book, or an awesome book, this was my reaction:

"THEY HAVE CLOAKS. AND ARROWS. AND HOODS. AND CLOAKS. AND HOODS. AND OH THEY ARE GUYS IN CLOAKS AND HOODS. FORGET VAMPIRES. THEY HAVE CLOAKS AND HOODS. CLOOOOAAAKKKS AND HOOOOOODS!!!!!!"

I say, I might have a slight mental problem when I see men in Cloaks and Hoods.

ehehehehehe. ^^^^^^ It even looks like me.....^^^^^^

But, nothing says, "I am a mysterious man, with a tragic back story to boot, so love me" more then a fellow wearing a cloak and hood.
And then, I rode my pink, puffy feels cloud over to Paperbackswap.com, where I discovered that, GARBANZO! ITS FATE!,  The first book is available, and I have like,2 or 3, extra credits to spend on whatsoever I please. 

So, I'm full of pink, bubblegum feels, and I discovered if you accidentally make a slip up while typing 'pink' it comes out 'oink'.

It has been said idiots are easily entertained, and I'm trying to decide if that's a hint in my life...


The girl with feels,
The girl who plans irony (Is that irony?),
and the girl who just ordered 'Wicked'.
Ashley