Monday, April 23, 2007
(insert maniacal laughter here)
TREMBLE PUNY MORTALS!!!!! FOR I AM LICENSED TO DRIVE!!! (I know, it's not as intimidating as license to kill, but it's still very impowering) Prettry much, despite the lack of rememberances and lame gifts, this was pretty much the best b-day ever (yes it's my birthday. See, you forgot too!) just because I got my license, ONE YEAR AFTER i SHOULD HAVE. In case you can't pick up on it through my inadequate attempts to express it, I was REALLY sick of being a license-less junior. And I got a man bag. I LOVE YOU ALL!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
It's a song...Dig it!
Pretty much it's a song, so some of the lines depend on rhythm to fit the scheme. I wrote it, and it made me wish I could play the guitar just so I could sing it. You will all probably think it's more emo-chris-writing, but I DON'T CARE CAUSE I'M NOT! that's all. I hope you like it, but if you don't, I don't care cause I do, and in the world of art, the artist's opinion this the final word. at least in his world.
(chorus)
let the mist take me
take me away
to far off lost place
and I'll laugh all the way
let it carry me, bury me,
grant me new life
with a smile for my ticket to dream...
Normalcy eats at the wings of my soul
Apathy binds me and deepens my hole
And imprisoned by infinite worries and care
I weep hollow tears as the world strips me bare...
Chorus
In fevered despair my heart
whispers a scream,
desperate to flee from this death.
In answer it comes, blessed
mist made of dreams
and ehals my heart with it's breath
Chorus
And I'm gone...I escape...
on a journey of dream, joy and light...
I escape...and I've found...
I can fly
(new chorus)
Let the mist take me
and carry me home
to the dream now my truth
with a light of my own
let it heal me, reveal me
and bring me to life
The dream now my ticket to be...
(chorus)
let the mist take me
take me away
to far off lost place
and I'll laugh all the way
let it carry me, bury me,
grant me new life
with a smile for my ticket to dream...
Normalcy eats at the wings of my soul
Apathy binds me and deepens my hole
And imprisoned by infinite worries and care
I weep hollow tears as the world strips me bare...
Chorus
In fevered despair my heart
whispers a scream,
desperate to flee from this death.
In answer it comes, blessed
mist made of dreams
and ehals my heart with it's breath
Chorus
And I'm gone...I escape...
on a journey of dream, joy and light...
I escape...and I've found...
I can fly
(new chorus)
Let the mist take me
and carry me home
to the dream now my truth
with a light of my own
let it heal me, reveal me
and bring me to life
The dream now my ticket to be...
Monday, February 05, 2007
The Key
I am a box, filling up
with worries, fears, and
heartache. I am locked,
Isolated, alone with myself,
unable to open and let go
of the caustic emotions and
thoughts. You come, the key,
and unlock me with a radiant
smile. With a sheltering
embrace you open the box,
and your friendship burns off the
acidic pond of self doubt,
loneliness, and sorrow. In
their place you leave comfort,
warm thoughts and truths,
and with a golden laugh you
vaporize the lock, leaving me
comforted, open, filled with
love, joy, no longer alone
and never again to be left
in solitude.
with worries, fears, and
heartache. I am locked,
Isolated, alone with myself,
unable to open and let go
of the caustic emotions and
thoughts. You come, the key,
and unlock me with a radiant
smile. With a sheltering
embrace you open the box,
and your friendship burns off the
acidic pond of self doubt,
loneliness, and sorrow. In
their place you leave comfort,
warm thoughts and truths,
and with a golden laugh you
vaporize the lock, leaving me
comforted, open, filled with
love, joy, no longer alone
and never again to be left
in solitude.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Explanation
I imagine that my last post raised some questions, so here's the story that explains it. Every other Friday I have to turn in 10 news questions for my social studies class. I, being the scatterbrained geek that I am, totally spaced out about them, and promptly remembered about them right before lunch. Unfortunately, the computer lab is not open during lunch, so I used a computer in the library. Strangely enough, the computers in the library don't have a convenient word-processing program, so I typed up my questions and published them on my blog, and then printed them. I ended up coping them down by hand, after realizing halfway through math that she might accuse me of just printing random question from a random blog. I planned to delete them after school (as in right now) but now I think i'll let them stay, typos, bad grammar, and all.
news questions of the day
Q: A woman was found guilty of selling what to the Pepsi company?
A: Coke company secrets (CNN.com)
Q: Scientists recently proved that who was to blam for global warming?
A: Humans (go figure) (CNN.com)
Q: How many people so far have been killed in powerful Florida storms?
A: 14 (cnn.com)
Q: What book is already a bestseller but won't be released for 6 months?
A: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (cnn.com)
Q: A mayor in Georgia recently converted to what religion?
A: Islam (cnn.com)
Q: What major sporting event takes place this Sunday?
A: The Superbowl (ESPN.com)
Q: What show is set to air after the superbowl this Sunday?
A: Criminal Minds (CNN.com)
Q: The seventh Harry Potter book is set to be releases on what date?
A: July 21, 2007 (CNN.COM)
Q: Apple is setting up to release what in June?
A: The iPhone (CNN.COM)
Q: Scientists and doctors are setting up what to be used for health improvement?
A: The Nintendo Wii (Time.com)
A: Coke company secrets (CNN.com)
Q: Scientists recently proved that who was to blam for global warming?
A: Humans (go figure) (CNN.com)
Q: How many people so far have been killed in powerful Florida storms?
A: 14 (cnn.com)
Q: What book is already a bestseller but won't be released for 6 months?
A: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (cnn.com)
Q: A mayor in Georgia recently converted to what religion?
A: Islam (cnn.com)
Q: What major sporting event takes place this Sunday?
A: The Superbowl (ESPN.com)
Q: What show is set to air after the superbowl this Sunday?
A: Criminal Minds (CNN.com)
Q: The seventh Harry Potter book is set to be releases on what date?
A: July 21, 2007 (CNN.COM)
Q: Apple is setting up to release what in June?
A: The iPhone (CNN.COM)
Q: Scientists and doctors are setting up what to be used for health improvement?
A: The Nintendo Wii (Time.com)
Monday, January 22, 2007
Tears
Tears, too long welling up
Tears, unreleased, restrained
by a collar of hope you were
too kind to cut. Tears of fears,
tears of doubt, tears of anxiety,
tears of worry. Bitter tears of
regret, biting tears of despair,
caustic tears pressed from
now-crushed dreams, all
now freely flowing, hope,
sliced away by you, too kind
to leave it wasting there. But
a cut meant to free bit a little too
deep, and while diamond tears
gush from agonized eyes, dark
crimson drops pour from my
soul. Released, the tears must
run their course, cleansing the
wounds torn by your liberating
bluntness, disinfecting them of the
wasted love and hope left to
fester in the lacerations you
had to make so I could let
you go. The tears flow until
I am left hollow, ready to heal,
to carry on with new scars,
and new hopes…
Tears, unreleased, restrained
by a collar of hope you were
too kind to cut. Tears of fears,
tears of doubt, tears of anxiety,
tears of worry. Bitter tears of
regret, biting tears of despair,
caustic tears pressed from
now-crushed dreams, all
now freely flowing, hope,
sliced away by you, too kind
to leave it wasting there. But
a cut meant to free bit a little too
deep, and while diamond tears
gush from agonized eyes, dark
crimson drops pour from my
soul. Released, the tears must
run their course, cleansing the
wounds torn by your liberating
bluntness, disinfecting them of the
wasted love and hope left to
fester in the lacerations you
had to make so I could let
you go. The tears flow until
I am left hollow, ready to heal,
to carry on with new scars,
and new hopes…
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Snow
The sentinel clouds lumber in,
ominous, grey titans, they roll
untill they encompass us completely.
From all sides, the begin their
gentle barrage, an assualt of soft,
feathery flakes. They descend
with a kiss, not of affection
but of frigid death. The miniscule
wraiths fall from their mother clouds,
strangling out all sound leaving us
stranded, alone in an etherial world,
Nature instilling an unnatural silence.
A soundless scream of nothingness
thunders as crystalline invaders
freefall down, attack, and swallow
the ground, burying the world
beneath a soft, frozen, white
blanket of death. They sedate life,
sending creatures and perennial
plants into a coma of survival for
the duration of the Lord Winter's
reign.
ominous, grey titans, they roll
untill they encompass us completely.
From all sides, the begin their
gentle barrage, an assualt of soft,
feathery flakes. They descend
with a kiss, not of affection
but of frigid death. The miniscule
wraiths fall from their mother clouds,
strangling out all sound leaving us
stranded, alone in an etherial world,
Nature instilling an unnatural silence.
A soundless scream of nothingness
thunders as crystalline invaders
freefall down, attack, and swallow
the ground, burying the world
beneath a soft, frozen, white
blanket of death. They sedate life,
sending creatures and perennial
plants into a coma of survival for
the duration of the Lord Winter's
reign.
The door
Frozen, I contemplate,
my candle casting out
flickering illumination.
Varnish glistens, wood
grained patterns spiderweb
across its surface, the
rectangular gaurdian of
mystery, unknown. A
brass orb juts from its
middle, a gleaming eye,
staring, mocking, asking,
Do I have the courage to
grasp the ball, to twist, to
push forward and face what
lies beyond the portal? Can
I swing it on its hinges and
expose myself to a yawning
chasm of uncertainty? Where
does it lead? To a warmly lit
chamber, inviting me,
welcoming me, a safe shelter
of peace? To a dungeon of
horrors, cramming my mind
with nightmare, freezing me
with biting chains of doubt
and fear? Perhaps an
unknown world lies behind
this gate, waiting for me
to push forward and discover it.
Wait, I think I might know...
If I open this door, I will find
you, another soul like me,
sitting alone, candlelight wavering,
wondering what waits on the
other side of your door,
gathering the nerve to
investigate, to thrust open
your barrier, and confront
what lies beyond. We sit,
alone,each on their side,
waiting, struggling,
the candle burns down...
my candle casting out
flickering illumination.
Varnish glistens, wood
grained patterns spiderweb
across its surface, the
rectangular gaurdian of
mystery, unknown. A
brass orb juts from its
middle, a gleaming eye,
staring, mocking, asking,
Do I have the courage to
grasp the ball, to twist, to
push forward and face what
lies beyond the portal? Can
I swing it on its hinges and
expose myself to a yawning
chasm of uncertainty? Where
does it lead? To a warmly lit
chamber, inviting me,
welcoming me, a safe shelter
of peace? To a dungeon of
horrors, cramming my mind
with nightmare, freezing me
with biting chains of doubt
and fear? Perhaps an
unknown world lies behind
this gate, waiting for me
to push forward and discover it.
Wait, I think I might know...
If I open this door, I will find
you, another soul like me,
sitting alone, candlelight wavering,
wondering what waits on the
other side of your door,
gathering the nerve to
investigate, to thrust open
your barrier, and confront
what lies beyond. We sit,
alone,each on their side,
waiting, struggling,
the candle burns down...
Friday, January 05, 2007
Why do I suck so bad at life?
I stand against the wall,
not a flower,
an invisible stain on the paint.
Invisible I watch you,
the true flower,
opening you blooms
and showering everyone around you
with your radiance.
I, a mere shadow,
stay back, contentedly
basking in the beautiful
light you give off.
Not a coward.
But a pacifistic admirer
a seed sitting on the rocks
still putting out tender shoots
preparing to break past the
crust of earth, my roof
to my safe zone.
As your beauty and confidence
nourish me, letting me prepare
to expose myself, to take the
plunge into maybe, to go up
and ask my greatest wish,
it ends.
Too late. Too late.
The dances are done,
leaving me in the muck
of my hesitation,
denied my innocent desire:
one dance. One dance
alone with you. Too late.
Too late, my tender roots
shrivel, the seed dries up
and I am once again
waiting. Waiting for the right time
to cast up my own stalk,
and to reveal my own face.
Face you, take the risk.
Let you choose whether
to share your glory with
me for one song, or
to burn me down with your
blazing smile, and scalding
refusal.
Too late, and all I
can do now,
is wait.
not a flower,
an invisible stain on the paint.
Invisible I watch you,
the true flower,
opening you blooms
and showering everyone around you
with your radiance.
I, a mere shadow,
stay back, contentedly
basking in the beautiful
light you give off.
Not a coward.
But a pacifistic admirer
a seed sitting on the rocks
still putting out tender shoots
preparing to break past the
crust of earth, my roof
to my safe zone.
As your beauty and confidence
nourish me, letting me prepare
to expose myself, to take the
plunge into maybe, to go up
and ask my greatest wish,
it ends.
Too late. Too late.
The dances are done,
leaving me in the muck
of my hesitation,
denied my innocent desire:
one dance. One dance
alone with you. Too late.
Too late, my tender roots
shrivel, the seed dries up
and I am once again
waiting. Waiting for the right time
to cast up my own stalk,
and to reveal my own face.
Face you, take the risk.
Let you choose whether
to share your glory with
me for one song, or
to burn me down with your
blazing smile, and scalding
refusal.
Too late, and all I
can do now,
is wait.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Kite
Each day I try to fly it
cast it up to catch the wind.
Each day it rises, a splash of color
against a monochrome canvas,
a plain sky.
As I fly my kite, you come.
You cut the string and send my
hope into a deranged frenzy,
bent on a Kamikaze mission
to the earth. It crashes and dies,
demoted to shards and splintered fragments
of a painting that was, and I,
I drag my way home through a haze
of tears, and sink into a coma of
apathy.
And when the new dawn
gently lifts me from my slumber
I find it waiting there, reborn,
string mended, and shards now
magically reassembled, whole.
Daring me to fly a kite
once more
cast it up to catch the wind.
Each day it rises, a splash of color
against a monochrome canvas,
a plain sky.
As I fly my kite, you come.
You cut the string and send my
hope into a deranged frenzy,
bent on a Kamikaze mission
to the earth. It crashes and dies,
demoted to shards and splintered fragments
of a painting that was, and I,
I drag my way home through a haze
of tears, and sink into a coma of
apathy.
And when the new dawn
gently lifts me from my slumber
I find it waiting there, reborn,
string mended, and shards now
magically reassembled, whole.
Daring me to fly a kite
once more
Monday, December 25, 2006
Merry Christmas to all!
And another Christmas is fast departing. The takings were quite good this year. Clothes, shoes, an amazing new watch, and many other items of desire were bequeathed to me this year. But that's not why we celebrate christmas, is it? Of course not. I've been having a blast among several assorted relatives. We've played games, talked, and watched various christmas specials.
The Birth of my saviour is, of course the real reason this holiday is celebrated, and it's been in my mind a lot lately (obviously, 'tis the season). Now more than ever do I realize that Christ is real, that he lives, and that he is my redeemer. The gift that he gave me millenia ago is more precious than any I recieved this year or years past. I don't use it or appreciate it half as much as I should, and this inspires guilt within myself every so often when I'm feeling thoughtful and spiritual (a combination I try to avoid, thusly it occurs fairly rarely).
For example, I'm out of reverence so I'm going to move on the a lighter-hearted subject. I have been reading a book that is composed of blogs by a friend of my Mother's. It's called The Broken Arms, and it's by a dude called Tolkein Boy. I'm really enjoying it, and it has inspired me to abuse my blog more.
So I ordered several presents on the internet for assorted friends and relatives, and it has yet to arrive. Consequently, a select group of people didn't recieve presents from me yet. Hopefully it'll come tomorrow so I can dispense the tardy presents Before I depart for Utah.
I got te COOLEST watch for Christmas. It has a tri-color display. It's awesome and i live it. And that's mymaterial attachment confession for the day.
Seeing as my attention-spanometer is reading jsut above 0, I'll jsut express my gratittude for ten thigs and get off. Love you all!
1. Cool Watches
2. Awesome new shoes
3. Fountain pens
4. Remote controls
5. Rat-sized dogs
6. Good reading material
7. Star Wars
8. Chocolate
9. Huge drifts of snow
10. Music
Keep it happy!
The Birth of my saviour is, of course the real reason this holiday is celebrated, and it's been in my mind a lot lately (obviously, 'tis the season). Now more than ever do I realize that Christ is real, that he lives, and that he is my redeemer. The gift that he gave me millenia ago is more precious than any I recieved this year or years past. I don't use it or appreciate it half as much as I should, and this inspires guilt within myself every so often when I'm feeling thoughtful and spiritual (a combination I try to avoid, thusly it occurs fairly rarely).
For example, I'm out of reverence so I'm going to move on the a lighter-hearted subject. I have been reading a book that is composed of blogs by a friend of my Mother's. It's called The Broken Arms, and it's by a dude called Tolkein Boy. I'm really enjoying it, and it has inspired me to abuse my blog more.
So I ordered several presents on the internet for assorted friends and relatives, and it has yet to arrive. Consequently, a select group of people didn't recieve presents from me yet. Hopefully it'll come tomorrow so I can dispense the tardy presents Before I depart for Utah.
I got te COOLEST watch for Christmas. It has a tri-color display. It's awesome and i live it. And that's mymaterial attachment confession for the day.
Seeing as my attention-spanometer is reading jsut above 0, I'll jsut express my gratittude for ten thigs and get off. Love you all!
1. Cool Watches
2. Awesome new shoes
3. Fountain pens
4. Remote controls
5. Rat-sized dogs
6. Good reading material
7. Star Wars
8. Chocolate
9. Huge drifts of snow
10. Music
Keep it happy!
Friday, December 22, 2006
Walking in a winter wonderland....NOT
And the snow fell. and fell. and fell and fell and fell. This is one Winter wonderland that you do NOT want to have to walk through. The snow is at least 2 feet thick in most parts, thicker in some. Walking is not a fun option.
On a completely unrelated note, we dicided to do some last minute christmas shopping in Cheyanne on wednesday, despite the fact that there was a monstrous blizzard barfing snow all over the place. And we made it there, though the journey was long and perilous. Then the all-important questions was asked: "What should we do for lunch?" I thought that we should just hit the Wendy's drive through and go to the mall. But nooooooooo, everyone else wanted to go eat a long luch at Applebees. So we did. And lo and behold, as we partook of our lunch, all the stores in teh world closed for the storm, and the highways closed as well. So we all had a slumber party at my aunt's house.The next day, we got most our shopping done (although it took my mother untill 3:00 pm to get ready to leave), and came home, arriving at about 9:00.
But I'm getting some pretty awesome new shoes for Christmas, and managed to find a gift for my impoosible to buy for mother.
How hard is it to make a quesodilla? Obviously it's hard enough for Rachel Ray to have to show us on the food channel. Which brings me to a related subject. My Uncle is trying to plan a local family cooking night sometime in the near future, and decided that we all had to choose the names of chefs on tv form it. My chosen name is Ming Tsai. And it is the most awesome cooking name EVER! that's all.
I have suddenly been hit my the hard reality that all my senior firends are graduationg this year, and consequently will be gone next year. It has inspired me to write a poem called Season's End. It's still in draft form, but when it's done I'll post it.
Speaking of poems, Here's one sent to me by a good friend. She didn't write it. but I thought that it was fitting, considering the condition of everything outside.
Why I Love Wyoming at Christmas
When it's Christmas in Wyoming
And the gentle breezes blow
About seventy miles an hour
And it’s twenty two below
You can tell you're in Wyoming
'Cause the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of Christmas air
And your nostrils both freeze shut
The weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Wyoming
My feet froze to the ground!
On a completely unrelated note, we dicided to do some last minute christmas shopping in Cheyanne on wednesday, despite the fact that there was a monstrous blizzard barfing snow all over the place. And we made it there, though the journey was long and perilous. Then the all-important questions was asked: "What should we do for lunch?" I thought that we should just hit the Wendy's drive through and go to the mall. But nooooooooo, everyone else wanted to go eat a long luch at Applebees. So we did. And lo and behold, as we partook of our lunch, all the stores in teh world closed for the storm, and the highways closed as well. So we all had a slumber party at my aunt's house.The next day, we got most our shopping done (although it took my mother untill 3:00 pm to get ready to leave), and came home, arriving at about 9:00.
But I'm getting some pretty awesome new shoes for Christmas, and managed to find a gift for my impoosible to buy for mother.
How hard is it to make a quesodilla? Obviously it's hard enough for Rachel Ray to have to show us on the food channel. Which brings me to a related subject. My Uncle is trying to plan a local family cooking night sometime in the near future, and decided that we all had to choose the names of chefs on tv form it. My chosen name is Ming Tsai. And it is the most awesome cooking name EVER! that's all.
I have suddenly been hit my the hard reality that all my senior firends are graduationg this year, and consequently will be gone next year. It has inspired me to write a poem called Season's End. It's still in draft form, but when it's done I'll post it.
Speaking of poems, Here's one sent to me by a good friend. She didn't write it. but I thought that it was fitting, considering the condition of everything outside.
Why I Love Wyoming at Christmas
When it's Christmas in Wyoming
And the gentle breezes blow
About seventy miles an hour
And it’s twenty two below
You can tell you're in Wyoming
'Cause the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of Christmas air
And your nostrils both freeze shut
The weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Wyoming
My feet froze to the ground!
Monday, December 11, 2006
Invisible
My hopes high, I approach you
A smile dances across my face
But you, you look straight through me,
You don't see me at all.
I am transparent, I'm nothing
To you I'm not even there.
Why talk to nothing?
My hopeful greetings miss you ears,
Blow right past on the breeze of your indifference to me.
You see others, you greet them
With shouts, and smiles, and hugs.
Others see my, hail me,
Acknowledge me as your eyes
slide over and skip me.
While to others I have a place,
To you I'm just empty space,
You can't look me in the face.
Why don't I just quit,
Just leave you alone?
My tries are futile, I'm a mosquito
Trying to drink from a stone.
Still I attempt to draw one sip
Of your attention, your affection.
As you gaze on the painting of people around you,
Where I am, there's a rip.
But that's okay, because that's all you give about me.
Each day you pass by,
and unseen, still I try
To become visible to you.
I want to be a neon light amid the signs that are your friends.
But right now, in your mind,
I'm invisible.
A smile dances across my face
But you, you look straight through me,
You don't see me at all.
I am transparent, I'm nothing
To you I'm not even there.
Why talk to nothing?
My hopeful greetings miss you ears,
Blow right past on the breeze of your indifference to me.
You see others, you greet them
With shouts, and smiles, and hugs.
Others see my, hail me,
Acknowledge me as your eyes
slide over and skip me.
While to others I have a place,
To you I'm just empty space,
You can't look me in the face.
Why don't I just quit,
Just leave you alone?
My tries are futile, I'm a mosquito
Trying to drink from a stone.
Still I attempt to draw one sip
Of your attention, your affection.
As you gaze on the painting of people around you,
Where I am, there's a rip.
But that's okay, because that's all you give about me.
Each day you pass by,
and unseen, still I try
To become visible to you.
I want to be a neon light amid the signs that are your friends.
But right now, in your mind,
I'm invisible.
Friday, December 08, 2006
An Ode to Thursday
Ah, Thursday, thou dost walk among
The fair days of the week.
Of all the school days I endure,
It's Thursday that I seek.
How do I love thee?
Pray, allow me,
Let me count the ways.
I will now eloquently praise
this fairest of weekdays:
Thursday follows Wednesday,
Thus the school week's nearly done.
You bring us the anticipation
Of Friday and his fun!
While Thursday's not a block day
Stil, the classes move by fast.
I love the Thursday present,
Thursdays Future, Thursdays Past!
While this Thursday neither starts, nor ends
The days on which school we attend
It is the day to whom I send
Affection that will ever last!
The fair days of the week.
Of all the school days I endure,
It's Thursday that I seek.
How do I love thee?
Pray, allow me,
Let me count the ways.
I will now eloquently praise
this fairest of weekdays:
Thursday follows Wednesday,
Thus the school week's nearly done.
You bring us the anticipation
Of Friday and his fun!
While Thursday's not a block day
Stil, the classes move by fast.
I love the Thursday present,
Thursdays Future, Thursdays Past!
While this Thursday neither starts, nor ends
The days on which school we attend
It is the day to whom I send
Affection that will ever last!
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
What are you supposed to put when you don't have a title?
I love Wednesdays. And this Wednesday was a good'un. I went to Seminary, and then went home and slept, because I've had a cough for about two week now, and it refuses to go away. So I wasted today sleeping, and watching TV. It was prett good. I'm feeling pretty peachy right now, So I think I'm gonna go to activity tonight.
I need new shoes. Mine are falling apart. But I'm waiting until Christmas (oops! did it again! I meant, of course, WINTER) break, because apparently that's the first chance we have to go somewhere that I can get some decent shoes that I like for a decent price. Wal-mart and K-mart shoes SUCK!
I love anything mint flavored. ANYTHING! But I hate, with a burning, fiery passion the way mints rattle in tins and containers. And loose change. I hate not having control over the sound that emanates from my pockets. Keys, I'm okay with. But mints and loose change drive me insane!
I have decided that there is too much negativity in the world. In fact, sometimes it's downright depressing. So from now on, I'm going to list ten things that I love at the end of every post. And first I'll say one thing that I really don't like, because it's good to get it out of the system. Tonight, I will tell you that I eschew pocket change.
And now, ten things I love(in no specific order):
Clouds
Blue
The Fairly Odd-Parents
Mints
Mint-flavored gum of any flavor
Good Blankets
Hot Chocolate
Getting Mail
Singing
and Sunsets/Sunrises
I love all of you! (and that one doesn't count for my list, in case you thought I was listing eleven)
I need new shoes. Mine are falling apart. But I'm waiting until Christmas (oops! did it again! I meant, of course, WINTER) break, because apparently that's the first chance we have to go somewhere that I can get some decent shoes that I like for a decent price. Wal-mart and K-mart shoes SUCK!
I love anything mint flavored. ANYTHING! But I hate, with a burning, fiery passion the way mints rattle in tins and containers. And loose change. I hate not having control over the sound that emanates from my pockets. Keys, I'm okay with. But mints and loose change drive me insane!
I have decided that there is too much negativity in the world. In fact, sometimes it's downright depressing. So from now on, I'm going to list ten things that I love at the end of every post. And first I'll say one thing that I really don't like, because it's good to get it out of the system. Tonight, I will tell you that I eschew pocket change.
And now, ten things I love(in no specific order):
Clouds
Blue
The Fairly Odd-Parents
Mints
Mint-flavored gum of any flavor
Good Blankets
Hot Chocolate
Getting Mail
Singing
and Sunsets/Sunrises
I love all of you! (and that one doesn't count for my list, in case you thought I was listing eleven)
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Isn't it great to be alive?
Life is amazing right now. I have weightlifted, and had fun with my friends. Things with a certain girl have not improved, but at the moment I am impervious to the depair that that would normally bring me. I have been enveloped by a great sense of contentment. I wish I could hang on to this feeling for the rest of my life. But that's not going to happen. However, for the moment I am happy to be writing to whoever might be reading this. I love everything. Math is Amazing, Lit is amazing, I could probably find out that I have to get my colon examined and I would be fine with that. I made All-state Choir. I have amazing music to listen to. My mother is reading me hilarious posts from other random blogs. I have (pretty much) no homework to do. I love everything. And now I will go watch some amazing TV. I LOVE YOU!
Saturday, December 02, 2006
You've been Kwonched!
It is bitterly cold on the home front. It has been frigid outside all week. But I have found a new hero to combat the evil forces of Frostiness. And this hero is known as THE AMAZING FLEECE SWEATSHIRT! I got it last Christmas and it has been hanging in my closet ever since. I pulled it out last night. It is the most amazing piece of clothing I own. I never want to take it off. It's soft, and fuzzy and (most importantly) warm! Also, as of last night, I have decided to wear warm and awesome hats everywhere.
In case anyone was wondering, all of my predictions for yesterday came true. And I ACED my math test.
It has been brought to my attention that the name of my blog is somewhat of an enigma. As you can see above, I call my blog Kwonched! The origin of this word is nothing special, and the meaning of it has no significance either. I have in my impressive vocabulary several words that I have made-up over the course of my life. Kwonch is one of them. I came up with it as I was contemplating the cereal known as Cap'n Crunch. My thought process is rather bizarre sometimes, and somehow the words morphed into Captain Kwonch. I immediately fell in love with kwonch and added it to the Freakin' Awesome Gibberish section of my vocabulary. Also in that section are Sazoshodok and Clampu. I reserve these words for use when a I need a word that I can't think of to describe something. I couldn't think of a title for my blog, and so I turned Kwonch into a verb, and my title was born. To be Kwonched! is to be hit by something completely random and incredible. As I am both of these things, my blog is also. Thusly, anyone who visits my blog gets Kwonched! I hope this has cleared up any questions certain anonymous people have left in my comments.
Oh yeah, and for anyone who cares, I made my awesome blog template with a website. The link is at the bottom of the page.
In closing, here is an example of how cold it is outside:
In case anyone was wondering, all of my predictions for yesterday came true. And I ACED my math test.
It has been brought to my attention that the name of my blog is somewhat of an enigma. As you can see above, I call my blog Kwonched! The origin of this word is nothing special, and the meaning of it has no significance either. I have in my impressive vocabulary several words that I have made-up over the course of my life. Kwonch is one of them. I came up with it as I was contemplating the cereal known as Cap'n Crunch. My thought process is rather bizarre sometimes, and somehow the words morphed into Captain Kwonch. I immediately fell in love with kwonch and added it to the Freakin' Awesome Gibberish section of my vocabulary. Also in that section are Sazoshodok and Clampu. I reserve these words for use when a I need a word that I can't think of to describe something. I couldn't think of a title for my blog, and so I turned Kwonch into a verb, and my title was born. To be Kwonched! is to be hit by something completely random and incredible. As I am both of these things, my blog is also. Thusly, anyone who visits my blog gets Kwonched! I hope this has cleared up any questions certain anonymous people have left in my comments.
Oh yeah, and for anyone who cares, I made my awesome blog template with a website. The link is at the bottom of the page.
In closing, here is an example of how cold it is outside:
Friday, December 01, 2006
Not actually on task
I'm actually supposed to be comparing Apocalypse Now with Heart of Darkness for AP lit, but I don't feel like it. Just because I opted out of actually watching it in class. All I actually have to do is read a summary of Apocalypse Now so I can participate in discussions about it. But my microscopic attention span has brought me back to my blog. This is my first serious post. It's not a story or fun poem-ish attempt. This is probably as close to having a journal as I'll ever get. Except nothing ever majorly awesome happens to me. Oh well. Whenever I start getting depressed about my lack of adventure, I just ask myself that if I had to choose between a fight to the death with a clan of ninjas (which I would of course lose. Even my impressive and numerous skills couldn't defeat an entire clan of ninjas), and carrying on with my adventureless life, and I choose life. It's not like my life is boring or anything. It's just that nothing ever happens that is really cool. Like having two monster trucks crash into each other right in front of my neighbor's house (I'd say my own house, but then the debris might cause property damage). I wish that I would get called to go on a quest with a handful of my companions like in LOTR. But it's not gonna happen and I've accepted this. Besides from what I read in the books, those Ringwraiths have some major halitosis. But my life is pretty sweet. I have some awesome friends, and we have fun. That's all you really need.
On another, less listless (is that proper English?) note, seminary was fun this morning. It actually could have been a pretty spiritual lesson had it not happened on a Friday when my internal tank of reverence was running on empty. But it was fun. I feel bad when my moter prepares a good lesson and i ruin it by being rambunctious. But my guilt was neutralized by the fact that my mom ws almost as irreverent than me.
I have a new band to add to my list of Favorites. The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus is amazing. They are made even more amazing by the fact that they're amazing AND a Screamo band. It definitely take Uber-skill to be an amazing Screamo band.
I wish I could write more, but I'm only in first period. Nothing else has happened today. However if anything does, I'll try and post it tomorrow on the off chance that someone actually cares. To pass the next two or so minutes I have before I have to return to class, I'll predict the rest of my day: I will go to Chemistry and be bored while we take notes as a class. Then I'll go to Modern American Studies and have fun with 3 unnamed friends while my teacher makes us do somethigng relatively engaging. The fun I have with my friends will not have anything to do with what we're doing in class. That's just how it goes. Then I'll go sing in Choir. Then I'll eat lunch with some more friends, probably not at school. I'll return to school and go to math, and be bored. French will follow, where we will take a test and them mess around. Afterwards I will go weight-lift, and then I will finish making up a test for math that i missed last week. The I will go home, and chill for a bit. I'll probably end up at a friend's house till eleven o'clock. Then I'll go to bed.
On another, less listless (is that proper English?) note, seminary was fun this morning. It actually could have been a pretty spiritual lesson had it not happened on a Friday when my internal tank of reverence was running on empty. But it was fun. I feel bad when my moter prepares a good lesson and i ruin it by being rambunctious. But my guilt was neutralized by the fact that my mom ws almost as irreverent than me.
I have a new band to add to my list of Favorites. The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus is amazing. They are made even more amazing by the fact that they're amazing AND a Screamo band. It definitely take Uber-skill to be an amazing Screamo band.
I wish I could write more, but I'm only in first period. Nothing else has happened today. However if anything does, I'll try and post it tomorrow on the off chance that someone actually cares. To pass the next two or so minutes I have before I have to return to class, I'll predict the rest of my day: I will go to Chemistry and be bored while we take notes as a class. Then I'll go to Modern American Studies and have fun with 3 unnamed friends while my teacher makes us do somethigng relatively engaging. The fun I have with my friends will not have anything to do with what we're doing in class. That's just how it goes. Then I'll go sing in Choir. Then I'll eat lunch with some more friends, probably not at school. I'll return to school and go to math, and be bored. French will follow, where we will take a test and them mess around. Afterwards I will go weight-lift, and then I will finish making up a test for math that i missed last week. The I will go home, and chill for a bit. I'll probably end up at a friend's house till eleven o'clock. Then I'll go to bed.
Monday, November 27, 2006
The Night Before Christmas (Sort Of)
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all ‘round the rooms
Not a soul was a-stirring
(or so I assumed)
When up from the roof
There arose a great crash
And I jumped from my bed
And donned my pants in a flash
In bare feet and boots
I went into my yard
And the sight that I saw
Hit my ego quite hard
For I’d always maintained
A stiff-necked belief
That no life could exist
Out in space, and Good Grief!
On my rooftop there perched
Just as plain as could be
A ship not of this earth!
And looked like to me
That whatever poor creature
Was inside that ship
Was in quite a crisis
For the craft had been flipped!
From the side of the shuttle
Popped open a door
And from out of the portal
Came a creature quite sore
This being was strange!
Its build seemed quite abnormal
And the suit that it wore
Appeared very informal
From its face hung a beard
Its body curvilinear
And its head had a point
At the end was a sphere
The colors upon it
In number were two
Just red, and some white
Lacking all other hues
The language the creature
Spoke in was quite weird
Just some “ho-ho’s” and guffaws
Were all I could hear
Then the critter slipped
Into my home through the flume
And I rushed back inside
And found him in MY room
The fellow seemed quite amused
With my trinkets and toys
But then to my dismay
He exploded with noise
But the din soon died down
And my family lay slum’bring
And I saw with delight
that he’d left presents numbering
in the hundreds, in stockings
and under the tree,
Presents here, presents there
For my family and me
But the Varmint was gone
‘Fore I tell him thank you
In his ship he ascended
So I went to the loo
After emptying my bladder
I went back to bed
And the things I had seen
Were soon swirled in my head
In the morning I woke
And the presents we viewed
And for my new iPod
I thank that little dude
So if on Christmas Eve
You meet critters from space
Let them into your house
And they’ll leave gifts in their place
And all ‘round the rooms
Not a soul was a-stirring
(or so I assumed)
When up from the roof
There arose a great crash
And I jumped from my bed
And donned my pants in a flash
In bare feet and boots
I went into my yard
And the sight that I saw
Hit my ego quite hard
For I’d always maintained
A stiff-necked belief
That no life could exist
Out in space, and Good Grief!
On my rooftop there perched
Just as plain as could be
A ship not of this earth!
And looked like to me
That whatever poor creature
Was inside that ship
Was in quite a crisis
For the craft had been flipped!
From the side of the shuttle
Popped open a door
And from out of the portal
Came a creature quite sore
This being was strange!
Its build seemed quite abnormal
And the suit that it wore
Appeared very informal
From its face hung a beard
Its body curvilinear
And its head had a point
At the end was a sphere
The colors upon it
In number were two
Just red, and some white
Lacking all other hues
The language the creature
Spoke in was quite weird
Just some “ho-ho’s” and guffaws
Were all I could hear
Then the critter slipped
Into my home through the flume
And I rushed back inside
And found him in MY room
The fellow seemed quite amused
With my trinkets and toys
But then to my dismay
He exploded with noise
But the din soon died down
And my family lay slum’bring
And I saw with delight
that he’d left presents numbering
in the hundreds, in stockings
and under the tree,
Presents here, presents there
For my family and me
But the Varmint was gone
‘Fore I tell him thank you
In his ship he ascended
So I went to the loo
After emptying my bladder
I went back to bed
And the things I had seen
Were soon swirled in my head
In the morning I woke
And the presents we viewed
And for my new iPod
I thank that little dude
So if on Christmas Eve
You meet critters from space
Let them into your house
And they’ll leave gifts in their place
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
The Journey of Lou the Elf
Once upon a time there was an elf named Lou. Lou was no ordinary elf. You see, he was six feet tall, which we all know is GINORMOUS for an elf. He had no friends because all the other elves were afraid of his monstrous size. So he decided to venture out into the dark, big, scary world and find some friends. He started walking down the road until he came to a fork. Lou bent down, picked it up, and put it in his pocket, cause you never know when a fork will come in handy. Then he started walking again. Sonn he found himself in the Hundred Acre Wood. It was a little scary, so he started singing to keep his spirits up. Suddenly a big fat bear jumped down from one of the trees, screaming “HONEY!” Though startled, Lou kept his composure. “I’m sorry sir, but you must be mistaken. I’ve never met you before in my life. You must have mistaken me for someone else. Would you like to be my friend?” The bear snorted in reply: “No, I want to eat your honey. But since it seems you don’t have any, I’ll have to eat YOU!” So Pooh-Bear and Lou fought a battle. Such a battle had never been seen in the history of elf-bear battles. But eventually a victor emerged. Covered in stuffing and fluff, Lou emerged from the debris, holding aloft the head of Pooh. After cleaning himself up, he continued down the road, with high hopes. Eventually he came to the legendary city of
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