Everyone should be amazed by the intellectually stimulating though probably boring way of saying in an amazingly intellectually stimulatins and boring way that i just don't feel like writing today. Cool, huh? Have I fried you brains yet? Bad news: 1)Homework (it plauges me. It'll be the death of me if i'm not careful...sneak up on me late at night, mabey drill me with math questions until i'm insane or give me so many disgusting facts about science that i starve to death) I just realized something. Those of you who do not hunt and peck on the key board will probably not be able to put your head on your hand, look depressed and disinterested and STILL manage to type. Any way... 2) mother's day is tommorrow 3) i have no gift 4) i have to clean my room 5) i have to help wash the van 6) I have a long term project due too soon. Don't even tell me how that's an oximoron 7)There's more stuff that won't fit into 7.
GOOD news... I got even more books at the book sale at the library today. I have no idea why some were taken from the shelves, they're fairly new, in good condition and are some really cool books. Anyway, hope everyone has a good weekend.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Day 17: No, I don't need a phsyc, thanks(At Home)
Halfway into a pint of chocolate cherry ice cream, she realized it still tasted salty. This would be due to the tears still coursing down her cheeks. "5 hours, 3 minutes and 21 seconds. I should be done crying now!" she wept miserably. The little red light was blinking on the answering machine. She had yet to answer it --- ever since then. "5 hours, 3 minutes and 58 seconds." tears still flowed, unchecked.
The flowers were withered on the floor, the glass vase that had held them lay broken , surrounded by a drying puddle of water. Red drops stained the ivory carpet, and a macrame crimson stain on the wall was a crude imitation of a childs finger paint. The hilt of a letter opener lay broken on the stairs, the blade dug deep into the cherry wood of the banister. The telivision was playing a dramatic soap opera,but she barley herd it. Tears still corsed down her cheeks, and her wrist burned with a pain like wild fire.
I don't really know where i'm going with this, i just let the words kind of come onto the page. I think I know what happened, but it is'nt exactly pretty just so you know********************************** she attempted suicide, but changed her mind because of someone (who wasn't present at the time) and wrapt her wrist up and ate ice cream. I'll tell you now, the character has issues, and that can't be blamed on me, she wrote herself. Or at least thats what i call it. Anyway, I'm open for suggestions as to what will happen next, but I'll have to verify it with the character who, by the way, is probably still crying. Have a good weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The flowers were withered on the floor, the glass vase that had held them lay broken , surrounded by a drying puddle of water. Red drops stained the ivory carpet, and a macrame crimson stain on the wall was a crude imitation of a childs finger paint. The hilt of a letter opener lay broken on the stairs, the blade dug deep into the cherry wood of the banister. The telivision was playing a dramatic soap opera,but she barley herd it. Tears still corsed down her cheeks, and her wrist burned with a pain like wild fire.
I don't really know where i'm going with this, i just let the words kind of come onto the page. I think I know what happened, but it is'nt exactly pretty just so you know********************************** she attempted suicide, but changed her mind because of someone (who wasn't present at the time) and wrapt her wrist up and ate ice cream. I'll tell you now, the character has issues, and that can't be blamed on me, she wrote herself. Or at least thats what i call it. Anyway, I'm open for suggestions as to what will happen next, but I'll have to verify it with the character who, by the way, is probably still crying. Have a good weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Day 16: My day...
Actually it was interesting. I wrestled a miniature horse down to the ground no less than three times, ( i caught him first, another achivement), was kicked by the thing when we were done no less than five times (perhaps it wasn't intentional... it still hurt) held a draft horse to have her feet done,fed the belgian yearling, recaught the mini to take the lead off,went to a part of deer creek and jumped in and played for a while ( oh it was so much fun :) came home, got a shower, dinner, and my homework done. Not too shabby. How was your day? (anyone who reads this blog) :)
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Day 15: I MADE IT !
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Half way through! I actually think I'm gonna keep this up (perhaps not every day or something painful like that) after this is over. It'd be neat. I also figured out that I have commented on almost everyone's blogg... some a couple times. Yet i needed to comment 5 times-------a week. I'd been doing 5 comments a day....oh well, i'm done for the week. Not that i mind commenting, there are some really cool bloggs, but finding out who i haven't been nice to and commented on...when i actually do this (which might possibly be late at night usually) it is not so much fun. I had seriously lot of fun rolling down the hill and playing on the little kids playground yestarday. And i found shinny things. Lots of fun.The ... lost my sentence. ... its gone .Oh! The warm up today reminded me of my poem 'bout writers block, it was fun. ... By!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Day 14: summer
The at home is kind of what happens when it's sunny, summer (yes, there are probably some of you crazy people out there that that might offend. It is not spring, we did not have spring, we went from winter to summer just like we have for the past couple of years.) and I eat strawberries. Yes, I'm well aware that it doesn't mention them at all, but they were in the original line,+ thinking of strawberries makes me think of cherries, which makes me think of cherry trees and that makes me think of the hill by the cherry tree , the hill that is comfy on nice and been there forever. This makes me think of something else old and there and with a hill, namly pooh bear, which....you get the picture? One topic and my mind might go to a hundred different places. Anyway... all you people who can go outside, do so. Do it for the people like me who have too much stuff ( which, by the way, is trying to kill me) and cannot escape. Have fun, have a good day.
Day 14: Our memories part one (AT HOME)
I remember that summer so well, I can still taste those cherries,the ones that were a bit sour if mostly ripe and would make us pucker up like those old aunts givin kisses to the little kids, if they was still green. You remember which ones, right? The ones we had spitting contests with where we spit the pit as far as it would go. You tried to teach me how to tie the stems into knots with my tongue, but if that really does say something about my kissing, well, lets just say it'd be less than good.
I remember lying there on that hill, the one we all always called our "pooh bear hill" 'cause it was just like the one in the hundred acre woods. The grass was soft as kitten fur and always smelled kinda sweet. We'd always roll down that one side and stand up at the bottom, only to fall over 'cause we were so dang dizzy. Do you remember the one time you kept on rollin', even when the ground was flat, just to see how far you could go? I remember, I also remember how you rolled right on into the stream. You'd been too dizzy and stubborn to understand that you'd got that far and rolled on in for a nice, cold bath. We all had a good laugh at that, you , Twig, Fire Bug, and me, SkyEyes. Even Ladyslipper, the silver cat, was laughing.
I remember that stream, too. A couple stone throws away from the cherrie tree on the hill, it was easy gettin' to, we spent so much time there. It was another one of our haunts, remember? We knew 'bout every inch o' that stream, from the Darkwood all the way to Jeferson's cow fence. Course we knew some o' that on his property, seeing as we'd go through that the fence. We had to be real careful 'bout that ,though. Old Jeff had a meaner streak then the devil, not that that stopped us crazie kids. We knew all the best swimmin' holes, 'long with all the shallow sections, smooth rock sections, sandy sections and pretty pebble sections. We'd spend half a day sometimes just pickin' up the different stones. We'd be the first to check the stream after a storm, see what new was dug up or found.
Member the Darkwood? I swear t' you, it never got light in there. You'd get lost ifin ya wasn't careful, and even WE respected the boundries it put up. Seems that wood had a mind and a spirit all it's own, It'd let you go in so far, then you couldn't go any farther. Brambles, big ol' trees whose branches were too high up to reach, foliage that tried to kill ya. Member when that dumb Metterson boy came in that one time? He couldn't get anywere near us for some reason. He never made it more 'n five feet in, broke an ankle and got a darn right nasty case o' poison ivy. Happened to other's too. Only we got close to the real center of the Darkwood, and we never went that far.
Member our tree fort? Your daddy wanted to build you one in your yard. Yeah I know that aint the prettiest topic to speak on, but it just shows ya how cool it was ya done this. Member how you sneaked them plans outa there for a while, copied 'em , and worked all summer long, just so you could pay for enough materials to build us a tree house. O' course, we helped ya build it, after ya got the stuff. That was our present to you, along with us helpin' decorate and clearing that spot on the trunk so we could carve our names. That was the day we officially left our old names behind, and got the ones we'd been using with each other since, well, forever.
I remember that too, no matter how many years before it was. It was when we were in first grade, that was the first time we'd met. It hadn't taken too long, we were best friends before November past.We were sitting Indian style in a circle, like we did everyday for first grade story time. We had lightning bugs in jars, they ,the stars, and the moon, our only illumination in that real dark, night sky. We chanted and danced our arms around, 'til we decided to begin. You went first, it was your right. You were the oldest (if not by too much). "NightStream!" You said it without hesitation. The thin, rather tall boy on your left cried "Twigg!",and though it was funny, it was fitting. The pudgy boy on my left called boldly into the night "FireBug!" , which just left me. "Eyes! Eyes?...that isn't it!" I felt the beginning of hot tears on my face, the only girl face there. I stuttered and tried, but I couldn't call out my name. You took my little hands into yours, looked me in the eyes, and together we said it. "SkyEyes!"
Those are the names we carved into that tree, the summer before seventh grade. Not Rosealine, Jessi, Barthalemeo, or Joseph, but SkyEyes, Twigg, FireBug, and NightStream, respectively. Do you remember? I do, and that's only the beggining of our story.
Another story in process. I know that it has rather bad grammar and spelling, it is SUPPOSED to be like that, it's the affect I was going for. It's supposed to be from the point of view of SkyEyes, a bit of a southerner, who grew up with three boys so her speech isn't very lady like or polished, more on the rough side. I'm not going to tell anything about why she's saying it as she did, but I'll tell you that this is partly for the reader's benefit.
I remember lying there on that hill, the one we all always called our "pooh bear hill" 'cause it was just like the one in the hundred acre woods. The grass was soft as kitten fur and always smelled kinda sweet. We'd always roll down that one side and stand up at the bottom, only to fall over 'cause we were so dang dizzy. Do you remember the one time you kept on rollin', even when the ground was flat, just to see how far you could go? I remember, I also remember how you rolled right on into the stream. You'd been too dizzy and stubborn to understand that you'd got that far and rolled on in for a nice, cold bath. We all had a good laugh at that, you , Twig, Fire Bug, and me, SkyEyes. Even Ladyslipper, the silver cat, was laughing.
I remember that stream, too. A couple stone throws away from the cherrie tree on the hill, it was easy gettin' to, we spent so much time there. It was another one of our haunts, remember? We knew 'bout every inch o' that stream, from the Darkwood all the way to Jeferson's cow fence. Course we knew some o' that on his property, seeing as we'd go through that the fence. We had to be real careful 'bout that ,though. Old Jeff had a meaner streak then the devil, not that that stopped us crazie kids. We knew all the best swimmin' holes, 'long with all the shallow sections, smooth rock sections, sandy sections and pretty pebble sections. We'd spend half a day sometimes just pickin' up the different stones. We'd be the first to check the stream after a storm, see what new was dug up or found.
Member the Darkwood? I swear t' you, it never got light in there. You'd get lost ifin ya wasn't careful, and even WE respected the boundries it put up. Seems that wood had a mind and a spirit all it's own, It'd let you go in so far, then you couldn't go any farther. Brambles, big ol' trees whose branches were too high up to reach, foliage that tried to kill ya. Member when that dumb Metterson boy came in that one time? He couldn't get anywere near us for some reason. He never made it more 'n five feet in, broke an ankle and got a darn right nasty case o' poison ivy. Happened to other's too. Only we got close to the real center of the Darkwood, and we never went that far.
Member our tree fort? Your daddy wanted to build you one in your yard. Yeah I know that aint the prettiest topic to speak on, but it just shows ya how cool it was ya done this. Member how you sneaked them plans outa there for a while, copied 'em , and worked all summer long, just so you could pay for enough materials to build us a tree house. O' course, we helped ya build it, after ya got the stuff. That was our present to you, along with us helpin' decorate and clearing that spot on the trunk so we could carve our names. That was the day we officially left our old names behind, and got the ones we'd been using with each other since, well, forever.
I remember that too, no matter how many years before it was. It was when we were in first grade, that was the first time we'd met. It hadn't taken too long, we were best friends before November past.We were sitting Indian style in a circle, like we did everyday for first grade story time. We had lightning bugs in jars, they ,the stars, and the moon, our only illumination in that real dark, night sky. We chanted and danced our arms around, 'til we decided to begin. You went first, it was your right. You were the oldest (if not by too much). "NightStream!" You said it without hesitation. The thin, rather tall boy on your left cried "Twigg!",and though it was funny, it was fitting. The pudgy boy on my left called boldly into the night "FireBug!" , which just left me. "Eyes! Eyes?...that isn't it!" I felt the beginning of hot tears on my face, the only girl face there. I stuttered and tried, but I couldn't call out my name. You took my little hands into yours, looked me in the eyes, and together we said it. "SkyEyes!"
Those are the names we carved into that tree, the summer before seventh grade. Not Rosealine, Jessi, Barthalemeo, or Joseph, but SkyEyes, Twigg, FireBug, and NightStream, respectively. Do you remember? I do, and that's only the beggining of our story.
Another story in process. I know that it has rather bad grammar and spelling, it is SUPPOSED to be like that, it's the affect I was going for. It's supposed to be from the point of view of SkyEyes, a bit of a southerner, who grew up with three boys so her speech isn't very lady like or polished, more on the rough side. I'm not going to tell anything about why she's saying it as she did, but I'll tell you that this is partly for the reader's benefit.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Day 13: yeah...
Don't ya just love my creative titles? Well i didn't want to promise and not deliver, so yeah. My bunnies look like bunnies now, not just fuzz balls. I promise to try to get something worth looking at up soon, until then please exept my apoligies for that and my horrid spelling. Faith is still pregnant... nothing else is coming to me. Exept that there are some kind of drugs in the bunny food, they are addicted. Little adicts...oh well, they're so cute. night
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Day 12: Ramble
Ok, I don't really feel like spending any more time looking at a computer for the next several days so this is just one huge ramble. If i was hyper I could put all of this in here with pretty font and w/ absolutly no spaces so it would sound like i was speed talking i kind of hope this is in monotone for anyone reading this because that's what it sounds like in my head, yes it is really annoying, but if i have to hear it in monotone then so should all of you, yes i know there is such a thing as a period button but i dont want to use it right now, but right about now may be ok. On a different note, the feild trip was amazing, sorry for all who didn't/couldn't go. Guess what...faith is still pregnant. This isn't even surprising anymore, she is technically due any time, in fact she was due in April (or march) but april is gone so she'd better have the baby. My cute little bunnies look like bunnies now, not just balls of cutness fluff. I'm bored of killing the braincells of any who read this so...bye.
Day 11: Day Off
Sorry guys, my computer was being stupid so I couldn't even type that. Any way, DAY OFF.
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