Supremely

Oh what a lovely thing it is, to find in you a friend worth laughing with. 

For if we stand alone, we are not merely distant and apart, but verily---a noble thing has been shattered. 

Like a crumbled pastry in the windowsills, and leaves when they're called home to earth: that's what it would be without you; a soul among many who turns sour to sweet. 

I am a lonely person. 

I find my piece of mind on the inside of an empty room looking inward at myself, but pieces of my mind are of no use for practicality.

Fantasies are my visions, when I am company of abandon, and I treasure them in my heart while I can. 

But that alone is nothing but the dust and the dirt and the ashes of life, if it is all that I seize with my time given to me. 

My dreams are my outline, all black and white and sturdy, keeping me awake.

But you are the color, the texture, the value; and remains the priceless value of all. 

So I guess that's just super. 

Drawing: Ginny Weasley

I've been blazing through the Harry Potter series, and thoroughly enjoying it. A week or so ago, I started to do a sketch of Ginny Weasley. I kinda didn't finish her collar though. She could use more work, (the facial structure is still deformed) but I've lost my patience, and can't get it back. :P
...grr. It just...doesn't look like the right person. It's drivin' me crazy the way my proportions don't line up.

Ginny Weasley

Post Scrip: the overall quality of the picture is rather crummy, as I was lazy and didn't scan the drawing---instead, I just took a quick snap of it on my camera last night.

Advancement in the Department of Music

I have discovered a new source of musical awesomeness.
Death Cab for Cutie. Incidentally, they have one of the most stupid sounding pathetic band name ever (although, The Goo Goo Dolls come close...).
I think you could describe them them as something along the alternative rock/indie band route. Owl City has often been accused as being a perfect cross between Death Cab for Cutie and The Postal Service. Up until OC's newest album, this analogy, in my personal opinion, is extremely accurate.

I've only had time to listen to one of their albums, "Plans". As far as secular music goes, these songs are definitely becoming some of my favorite listens.

But I dunno, the rest of their songs might be a little iffy, depending on what you do and don't like.

More later,
K-Minty

"I happen to like raindrops"

There's something beautiful about the way the reflection of your smile still resounds in my heart. That's all. That's it. It's as simple as anything else that breaths in this painfully complicated world. I like a lot of things, but I fall deeply in love with that shade of green in those trees behind you. That color makes me sing inside, so don't mind me if I'm whistling a little.

When we hit the road and go our separate ways, I'll do my best to find a catchy song on the radio and blow the bass with the windows down. Meanwhile, you'll be thinking about the way the sky looked to gray and overcast as we sat at the park and talked over the screech of the swing sets. Summer couldn't have been any grander despite the stormy weather.
Besides, I happen to like raindrops.

 

So anyway, I hope you find the dragons that you're after, and the quests you've always sought. I'll do so myself. And each time I smell something that reminds me of whichever yesterday we were in, I'll pass up the lugubrious feels and smile with authenticity over our past and once pensively discarded memories.
So long.

Romans 8:3-11

I really like the chapter Romans 8. Most people find that this scripture in particular packs a wallop of a punch, and I think that's true. There's a ton of good stuff to dig into in these few paragraphs by the apostle Paul.
With that said, I looked up a passage from Romans 8 in The Message version. Read people, read!!

^3-4 God went for the jugular when he sent his own Son. He didn’t deal with the problem as something remote and unimportant. In his Son, Jesus, he personally took on the human condition, entered the disordered mess of struggling humanity in order to set it right once and for all. The law code, weakened as it always was by fractured human nature, could never have done that.
The law always ended up being used as a Band-Aid on sin instead of a deep healing of it. And now what the law code asked for but we couldn’t deliver is accomplished as we, instead of redoubling our own efforts, simply embrace what the Spirit is doing in us.
^5-8 Those who think they can do it on their own end up obsessed with measuring their own moral muscle but never get around to exercising it in real life. Those who trust God’s action in them find that God’s Spirit is in them—living and breathing God! Obsession with self in these matters is a dead end; attention to God leads us out into the open, into a spacious, free life. Focusing on the self is the opposite of focusing on God. Anyone completely absorbed in self ignores God, ends up thinking more about self than God. That person ignores who God is and what he is doing. And God isn’t pleased at being ignored.
^9-11 But if God himself has taken up residence in your life, you can hardly be thinking more of yourself than of him. Anyone, of course, who has not welcomed this invisible but clearly present God, the Spirit of Christ, won’t know what we’re talking about. But for you who welcome him, in whom he dwells—even though you still experience all the limitations of sin—you yourself experience life on God’s terms. It stands to reason, doesn’t it, that if the alive-and-present God who raised Jesus from the dead moves into your life, he’ll do the same thing in you that he did in Jesus, bringing you alive to himself? When God lives and breathes in you (and he does, as surely as he did in Jesus), you are delivered from that dead life. With his Spirit living in you, your body will be as alive as Christ’s!

Ahhh...truth. Every bit of it.

---God, how are you so cool?  

Oldies... :)

Annual Breakdown

Greetings and good night, friends.
Picture in your head, a young person sprawled out with a laptop at their fingers, fighting to find a single topic to blog about. I can't believe it. All this world, complete with oceans, mountains, life and death, and all I'm looking for is a single, stinkin' topic.

Or, to be forward: the willingness to sit down and speak my subconscious to you.

I was thinking earlier today, as I often do, about time. The subject presented itself as my dear mum and I made an appointment for the month of November. November. November...? Geez, just think off everything that will have happened between now and then. More and more, I start to realize just what might happen. Anything! Anything at all! We see things while they're happening, and we see things in hindsight. But we can't foresee them anymore than we can see through walls and in the dark. Time is kind of like the "walls" and "darkness". Or, if you are The Doctor, it is "Wibbly-wobbly timey-whimey stuff".
---But we all knew that, right?

I've also been pondering over how better to run and write a blog. One does not simply blog and have the outcome magically interesting and engaging.
...It's almost like I need a theme, or some sort of organization to really become a whole-hearted, fully-fledged blogger.
But what do I write of?
My day?
My feelings?
The color of my socks??

Is there really a place for my so-called "Salad Bugs"? Is there truly a readership for my hum-drum and dryly mellow dramatic poems? And what about the obviously uninspired YouTube posts, where the only thing that I can muster is a quick HTML code or two??

I've discovered that there is a pattern.
Every so often, yours truly hits her "whoa is me" cycle and tumbles into whining smithereens about failing life in the blogosphere. I've complained before, I'm complaining now, I shall complain again.

In the meantime of all of my complainingness, I believe I will be sitting here beneath the bluster of my lovely ceiling fan, waiting from some lighting bolt of the heavens to strike me and present a solution to my arguably non-existent troubles.

'Till then,
Kismint

Non-Oblivious Night Owl

I wrote this rhyme a few nights ago when I couldn't sleep. I think it's pretty lame, but I wanted to publish it because I'm tired of the little orange word "draft" appearing whenever I go to write a new post. 
___

Pretty little night owl, tucked away for bed
The moonlight eve is faded, the starlight sky dead
The sleepy little village, in oblivion tonight
But pretty little night owl, awake at midnight
___

You know, it's second---more like third---hand poetry. Nothing more and more than less. The same goes for the following
___

Not by my watch
Not near enough
Not in the time
That it takes to stop
The time we have
It'll be the end
By this I know
You'll be my friend
____

I really don't remember writing that one. I just found a draft with nothing but the above looking blankly at me.
...Whah??

Sarcastically Returning with Dragons and Imagination

*peeks head suspiciously out of closet door*

*tiptoes down hallway*

*is startled by the large and intimidating group of blog-followers that are standing at the end of hallway with murderous looks in their eyes and tar and feathers in their hands*

*sighs guiltily*

...Oh. Hi.
Before you start lecturing me on what it means to be a good little dedicated blogger, allow me to plead my case:

IamaveryboringpersonwhohappenstohavenothingcooltoblogaboutsoIjustdecidedtoditchyouallandreadalotofHarryPotterandeatchocolateandwatchYouTubevideos.

Anyway, seeing as I've kinda gone AWOL on you, I decided to make it up to you by writing you an overly sarcastic post concerning one of my favorite bands, Imagine Dragons.
Before you judge, be sure to check out their 3 greatest (in my own personal opinions) songs:
~ Radioactive
~ Demons
~ It's Time

Actually, you don't even have to check out "It's Time". You can just hit the play button and watch them perform in a live setting:
I decided to take a little creative license, and add my own subtitles to each stanza in the lyrics below (they are in parentheses).

I seriously love the awesomeness here:

Watch this first, respect the songwriters and musicians, and then continue on with life having changed nothing about yourself besides suddenly becoming die hard Imagine Dragons fans.

Now for my sarcastic outlet:
Lyrics...

So this is what you meant, (GASP.) 
when you said that you were spent? (ACTUALLY, NO, ALL I MEANT WAS THAT I WAS TIRED AND WANTED TO GO HOME.)
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit (WELL YOU WOULDN'T BUILD FROM THE TOP OF THE PIT NOW, WOULD YOU?) 
Right to the top
Don't hold back 
Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain check (HEAR THAT??? A RAIN CHECK YA'LL.)

I don't ever wanna let you down. (NOPE. I AM THE HELIUM IN YOUR LATEX BALLOON.) 
I don't ever wanna leave this town. (OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I'M A RESPECTABLE HOBBIT, YO.)
'Cause after all, this city never sleeps at night. (WAIT, WE'RE IN NEW YORK?)
 
It's time to begin isn't it? (YEAH. YOU'RE LIKE FIVE MINUTES LATE.) 
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was. (SO YOU ADMIT TO GAINING WEIGHT...?) 
Now don't you understand? (NO.) 
I'm never changing who I am. (GOOD. BECAUSE YOU'D PROBABLY MAKE A TERRIBLE HEDGEHOG.)

So this is where you fell (LIKE THOR WHEN HE WAS BANISHED FROM ASGUARD.)
And I am left to sell (---MY ZEBRA PRINT STOCKINGS TO GOODWILL.)
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell (...AND YOU WOULD KNOW THIS...HOW?)
Right to the top
Don't look back
Turning to rags and giving the commodities a rain check (ZEBRA PRINT STOCKINGS ARE NOT MEANT TO BE TURNED TO RAGS.)

I don't ever wanna let you down (BUT YOU'VE DESTROYED MY GOODWILL DONATIONS, YOU JERK.)
I don't ever wanna leave this town (YOU HAVE NO SENSE OF ADVENTURE.)
'Cause after all this city never sleeps at night (DIDN'T ED SHEERAN WRITE ABOUT THIS TOO?)

[chorus x2]

This road never looked so lonely (IT WOULDN'T IF YOU'D TAKEN YOUR DOG WALKING WITH YOU.)
This house doesn't burn down slowly (POSSIBLY, COULD IT BE THE GASOLINE YOU POURED ONTO IT PRIOR TO THIS EVENT?)
To ashes!
To ashes! (YES, WELL I'M SORRY YOU WERE EXPECTING MORE.)

[chorus x2]

Love to all,
More later,
K-Minty