The Call... Please?

It is late at night. I posted yesterday. Why am I posting again? One word. STRESS. I don't mean to treat this blog like a giant squeaky ball that I squeeze when I freak out, but Narnia and my Narnian friends just make me feel so much better. I do tend to vent on this blog, and I apologize if it annoys you. If it does, just say the word and I will 'shut up' (too many inside jokes in those two words to fit in a novel). Allow me to ramble on for a little while. I promise: I will do my best to keep things relevant to Narnia.

Geometry class stinks. My teacher is somewhat frightening, and she sort of kind of yelled really loud at two boys today. I jumped in my seat. Literally. Perhaps I was taken by surprise. Perhaps I was staring out the window at the telephone pole thinking about Narnia. Perhaps I was brainstorming fanfic ideas, and hoping that a certain Princess Elwen of Narnia would send me the next TEA chapter. Perhaps I was wishing desperately that a certain person who will remain nameless would just go away and leave me alone for once, and that perhaps a portal to Narnia would suddenly open up and I would be free. Perhaps I was hoping that the release of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader would come sooner, even though it seems like I shall be waiting for an eternity. And then there's Girl Scouts. I didn't hear half of what anyone said. I didn't even pay attention to The Moose Game. I was too busy staring at the floor and thinking about Narnia. Here are some of the thoughts that ran through my head:
"Do you think Aslan might just call me?"
"I still hate my evil man-eating wardrobe. Why can't I have a nice, magical wardrobe?"
"These chips are really bad for me. I wish I was eating ham, I mean, roast beef in Cair Paravel."
(as I look at my reflection in the mirror behind me) "Do you think Narnians actually like skin that may be even paler than Snow White's?"
"Does Caspian really hate freckles?"
"Why did I wear this T-shirt? Gosh, I wish I was wearing a medieval dress right now."
"Where is a knight in shining armor when you need one?"
"I do not like that word. I highly doubt that Kings and Queens use that word. Call me a baby, but I still don't think a lady of Narnia would use that word."

So as I sit here alone at 10:00 at night, all of these thoughts rushing through my head, wishing desperately for what seems impossible ("Impossible things are happening every day!" You all may have been bored during that musical, but I loved it!). Maybe, just maybe, I will receive the call someday.

Lastly: "A lady of Narnia must not eat too many corn chips, because they are very, very, very bad for you no matter how amazing they taste when you've only had two bites of your dinner."