Inklings Maybe?

What can I do?
Just throw my hand up in the air so high
And spend the day with you

So what can I say?
Only a word of wisdom slips off my lips
Ever other yesterday

And how can I see?
What everybody else is speaking of
And how everything will be

Oh what can I do?

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There. I have one of the Relient K songs that I put on my blog playlist (down there at the bottom) and I don't actually know the words.
Thus: I make up my own words. And ultimately, song---or poem rather. Writing songs is hard. They turn out really dopey. Even if I try reeealy hard they still turn out dopey. But I try anyway. And speaking of tunes, I needa go and mix a few to put on my YouTube channel.
Hmm...
It still bugs me that one of my two subscribers unsubscribed. Growl. A very decent fellow indeed.

What? I'm not bitter. Whatever possessed your mind to think that I'm bitter??!

(*snarky laugh* Ha, no really, I'm just kidding ;)

So there are plenty of things that I could post about. I just haven't. And now is not the time. At the moment, my blog is my momentary outlet of wordiness.
---I mean, it almost always is, but right now especially.

I feel like I'm having a one-sided conversation. I know someone (A.K.A., you) is reading on the other side of the screen, but at the moment, I feel like I'm talking to no one. It's a funny thought. And I like funny thoughts. They make me curious. Just like Merry and Pippin and their fireworks, Ven and his seaside daydreams, and Lucy and the wardrobe.

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Someday I'll live in a tree house. It will be big and leafy, with lots of windows, trap doors, ladders, a hammock or two, and wooden bowls, cups, and plates. At the top will be a little platform that I'll sit on and play my keyboard. I'll sing there too. My stringy, croaking voice will probably scare all the birds away, but I'll sing anyway.

In the fall, all the leaves will turn gold and orange---maybe even a few reds in there too. I'll begin to pile up the blankets and snuggle up to my nose in the evening when the chills nip in. There'll be a little clay brick fireplace in one corner, and a tiny smokestack to go with it, and that's where I'll make my hot coco. By the time December rolls around, every leaf will have sailed away far and deep from my paradise, but that's when my windows and skylights will let in every sparkle of the pure silvery light that sifts through the atmosphere and catches in my eyes. After a light snow, everything will glitter, and my castle of wood will be guarded by the rows of pointed icicles that might parade outside my door.

Finally, springtime will come. Nothing will ever be more beautiful than seeing my tree burst into green life. More shades of living green than I or you or anyone else will have ever imagined. The sun will catch in that green, and I'll see highlights dance on my floor in the midnoon. The gentle breeze that will sway the boughs will weave through my hair. I'll sigh, pick up a page and a pen, and finally find that place that I've searched for in my dreams.

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Yes, curiosity probably did kill the cat. But I don't really like cats that much anyway.

If only I could be more curious about school. If only I could find something that I was really reeeeally interested in concerning atmospheric pressure, X & Y, Huckleberry Finn, the Nile river, or taking pictures of chow mein.
THAT would be pretty awesome.
But even if I can't I still have to do it. Which is why I say

God bless!
K-Minty