some might call it poetry... maybe...

I've been writing a lot of other stuff lately on my other stuff blog. I would like to invite you to read it, but I also want to warn you that if you do read it you should not try to apply it to my life or read anything into it. I love to write and it just comes out however it does... That being said, here is the link.

We have been so busy lately and I feel like I haven't had time for breathing. However, I must be breathing regularly because I have not caught myself passing out in random places.

This weekend one of my roommates from college is getting married. I am so excited to drive over and see it! I'm so happy for her.

I am determined to figure out a time to do pictures with Heidi. We both have ideas we want to try. IT WILL HAPPEN! And speaking of Heidi... she has a new photoblog! I, personally, love looking at her pictures. She took my wedding pictures and now she takes all of our family and kid pictures. Anyhow, she just started it and I hope you enjoy the pictures she has up.

death, or something like it...

Dying as defined by Miriam Webster
1: to pass from physical life: expire
2: a: to pass out of existence: cease
b: to disappear or subside gradually —often used with away, down, or out

Dying as defined by Dictionary.com
1: ceasing to live; approaching death; expiring
2: of, pertaining to, or associated with death
3: given, uttered, or manifested just before death
4: drawing to a close; ending
5: the act or process of ceasing to live, ending, or drawing to a close

I didn't write this for any reason other than that I thought the definitions were interesting... especially when one thinks about all of the situations in which you use the word death. Examples? The literal death of someone. The death of a way of life. The death of ones childhood. The death of old, harmful memories. We put things to death every day in our lives.

Call me morbid, but as I was reading these a few actually struck me as funny...

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I'm only going to say this once on this blog. If I have actual problems that should be dealt with in ways other than blogging them, I promise, I will. Don't take this too seriously! If you all really know me, as most of you do, then you know that I am a thinker, a brooder, a deep soul lost in a shallow world. I say things to make people think. Rarely am I actually feeling the emotion portrayed within the words I use. Think about it for a while. Just because I sound happy, does not mean that I am. However, this also means that depressing posts do not mean that I'm depressed and that blogs talking about death do not mean that I'm dying. Chillax my friends. I write to write, and I enjoy it. I speak truth here, but I also explore and contemplate. You'll just have to take that for what it is. Love to my fans! Peace out...

you like me, you really like me...

My friend Katie asked me to rant. So, she is directly responsible for this blog. (heehee)

It has been a while since I have talked about my little friend that lives inside my head and comes to visit me when I have time. Mostly, this is because I haven't had time for her lately. I feel bad, and it probably will not be long before I visit with her again. I was having visions and hallucinations about her life tonight driving home in the fog (safe, I know) and so I have some things that I can add to her story now.

My crafting gene has come out and started to demand some attention. I am going to try to do some cleaning so that I can do something fun. I'm not sure yet if this will be a scrapbooking project, a crocheting project, one of many others. I need to express myself creatively soon though. Maybe I'll get really ambitious and start some sort of a project with Jenna.

A little part of my brain has been telling me lately that I need to learn how to stop being both passive aggressive and type A before I give myself a coronary. I guess I'll work on that in my spare time. Maybe after I manage to potty train Jenna. Maybe not. It might be better for everyone if I continue to bottle for a while before I start some sort of mass conflict and then perch myself in Canada to watch the anarchy that would most likely ensue.

And finally, a limerick.

There once was a lamp with some style,
Who wanted to go see the Nile.
As much as it tried,
To the wall it was tied,
So it cried and it cried for a while.

(not my best work... ah well.)

why snow is the bestest...

Why snow is the bestest: A five point list.
By: Me

1. It is pretty and white. It makes the ground pretty and white and the trees pretty and white and the houses pretty and white and so on.

2. When it snows, it helps the Idaho economy. The ski resorts need the snow to run and they contribute a good deal to the tourist draw and out of state money coming into our state. Also, a good snow year means good run off which means enough water for crops the next spring and summer. This, in turn, means more money for our great state.

3. Kids like snow. Jenna is a kid. Therefore, Jenna likes snow. Snow keeps Jenna occupied and that gives me more time to concentrate on keeping my sanity.

4. Snow makes me happy... inversions make me sad. When it is snowing, there isn't an inversion.

5. Snow is cold and wet. Rain is cold and wet. Snow is pretty. Rain is cold and wet. Snow is better than rain. At least in the winter. Spring rain is ok.

Fini

this guy is a fawkes...

Today is November 5th! Happy Guy Fawkes Day! Let's all celebrate the king and parliament not blowing up by lighting bonfires and having a beer. Cheers!

"Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!"

The presentations...

So, yesterday my poetry presentation went pretty well. I usually get sick before something like that, but I didn't this time. I also didn't get sick tonight, although I didn't feel quite as good about it either. Oh well I guess. I decided that since so much of NNU got to hear my poems, I would share them on here. Try to enjoy them... k? :)


You Waited All Night

You waited all night;
sometimes that happens to fools.
The moon rose,
the stars came out,
and still you sat, breathlessly,
like a new corpse
still warm and confused by its death.
Shimmering lights in the valley
hinted at life like a mirage in the desert;
but where you were waiting
the leaves like parchment skin reeked with decay
reminding you, as dawn refused to come,
of your own mortality.

Revenge

Not knowing the full weight of your actions
you decided to go for a drive.
Resting on the seat to your right
revenge glinted.
Four walls and a door
were his only hope of protection.
In the window you saw him
dancing without a care,
not alone.
Screeching to a halt
you pulled the trigger.
Mark hit or not—
it made no difference,
guilt would be your undoing.
On the news,
had you been watching,
they labeled the shooting random.
No one hurt,
investigation closed,
no further action to be taken.

A Closet Full of Monsters

Life sometimes feels like a tomb.
To you, the grave seemed better
than any alternative.
You knew that you couldn’t handle
the rejection,
the humiliation.
the unknown possibilities hiding
like monsters stuffed awkwardly in closets.
No one cares for a troll,
and that is how you viewed yourself—
your bedroom equated to the
standard bridge.
And there, you saw the closet:
the monsters clamoring for their escape.

Suicide

You must have hoped it would go quicker.
The building was tall—
the air was cool—
the ledge was slick.
There must have been too much time to think—
too much time to change your mind
before…

Time

Time trips
Forward.
Creeping, crawling
Through the inky night.

It moves
Stealthily.
Stalking, slithering
Ready to strike its prey.

Time moves
Onward.
Marching, attacking
All those who get in its way.