Hello World

Hello world. 
I'm here to tell you things.
Mostly about me, 
And a little about you
And some about your past.
I've been all over the place.
I've seen new sights
And smelled new smells.
And I've made memories doomed to last.

I've felt the cold crinkly mountain air.
I've felt clay and sand combined
I've had freeway breeze play with my hair
And I've witnessed lightning strike. 

I've eaten biscuits and burgers,
I've watched a movies new to me.

And I've grew so many friendships
That it made me sad to leave.

Well, hi there. I'm back, as you can already tell, and to the right you will see a few scant pictures of what I've been up to. :)

It's been a busy few weeks, and things are starting to sloooooow dooooown.
*cough*rather unfortunately*cough*

I can't even begin to tell you everything right now (bedtime doth calleth), and somehow, I know that right now is not the right time to begin to share my summer adventures.
That will have to wait.
Until then, know that I am trying to piece together some new plans regarding blogish things.
*whispers ominously* There are things that you don't know...heheheheh...
But (sad, I know) I can't guarantee anything, and for now you will have to be content with my silly little poem that I've written for you above. ;P

However silly it might be, it is a very true story. ;)

Twalalalala,
Kismint

Hi now. Bye later.

Well well well well well well well...

I should be somewhere else right now. But I'm not. Surprise!
I meant to blog yesterday. But I didn't. Surprise!
You're reading this now with skepticism. I have a Vulcan mind lock on you. Surprise!

Today I did a very silly thing. I fell on myself, and an alien started growing in my leg. Either that or my leg just started swelling up a bunch, but I prefer the alien theory. It's much more interesting. Nevertheless, I carried on my busy busy day, running about, skipping up stairs, and jumping around. Today was going to be a big day for me. I was going to take a little road trip up to what we Arizonians call "forest country" and spend four nights of awesomeness with some of my best friends up there.

Prescott is about two hours north, and lies up in the mountains.
Unfortunately for me...Prescott is about two hours north, and lies up in the mountains.

Poor little swollen me had to take a shorter, much more boring trip to urgent care to get a couple X-rays. And now I am back here.

The alien in my leg is shrinking, and should be rather non-existent by tomorrow. Now I'll go up and spend three nights of awesomeness instead.

But tonight I'm safe and bored. And that is all I have to say on that matter.

In more news, I have failed.
defeated
gone kaput
knocked down
gave up
blown over
bleehhhhhh

I've *gasp* stopped working on my July NaNoWriMo. At about six or seven thousand words in, a great awakening flashed upon me.

"Oh! I just realized that it is humanly impossible for me to actually do this. And on top of that---wonder it be!---I DON'T WANT TO BE DOING THIS."

So I stopped. And I know you are all probably not very proud of my right now, but don't be mad because I'm just a poor, house ridden young lass.

Anyway, that's done with.

I have two more things to mention while I'm here and not somewhere else.
FIRST, I put more auto play music on this page. It probably won't last, seeing as how I can never stand auto play music, but I threw it on here until I decide I'm tired of the song. It the tune from Pixar's newest short film (which was amaaaaaaaaazing).
SECOND, I'm kind of weirded out right now, because I wasn't sure what to think when I found out that the director who created the appallingly awful Avatar: The Last Airbender movie (No, really, it was more awful then awful. Never ever ever watch it. Ever.) is also the dude who directed The Villiage (Which is one of my favorite movies...strangely. It's kind of a weird film to think of as a favorite, but it's definitely one of mine.). Also, he directed Sixth Sense, which I've heard is good, and I might possibly be watching it tonight. I now have conflicted feelings here...

...I'm not exactly sure why you might have wanted to know any of that, but there you are. Instead of breath from my lungs I'm giving you words from my fingers. Please accept my gift offering with gladness.

So yeah.

Yeah.

Just...yeah.

♪ I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts! ♫

The coconut song. It's great.

Today was the first day of VBS week at our church, so part of me feels like singing along with Scar and Zazu at the top of my lungs. 

Imagine that I'm in a little cardboard box on the top of a slick, grassy, and three-week-tall hill. Today marks the day that somebody gave me a little push from behind. For the next month or so of my lazy-dazy life, I will be riding like the wind in my little cardboard box. I have business after mad business, and I seriously can't wait for it. 

I hope I'll accumulate some good stories to tell. Maybe even some fantabulous pictures to show off or something.

Of course, I happen to know one thing for sure: when I've hit the bottom of the hill, I know that for a minute, I'll look up, and think to myself: 

"If only I could be back at the top, excited, ready, and rearing to go. If only I could still be on the hill and feel the breeze in my face, and have the wind tickle against my eyelashes. I wish I could climb up and begin again." 

But then---oh wonder it be!---I'll look forward and ahead, seeing to my surprise: A whole new set of hills! Together, they form a giant mountain. Steep, narrow, shallow, wide, rough, smooth---at every incline, there's a new adventure to experience, and a new story to unfold. 

Now, I only hope that the bottom of my box will last me the trip. Otherwise, I might have to resort to rolling down the whole way. 

I guess we all have cardboard box journeys. Our mountains might be tedious; and sometimes we might find a bump in the road. And though the mountain might be scary (or very very boring) there is much joy and beauty to breath in on the wild ride down.

Have a nice trip! ;)

K-Minty

(side note, I've got a new Pinterest account -- pinterest.com/kismint )

Nerd Life: A challenge calleth out!!

I have this friend, see. She's a bloggy friend, and she's very talented. She writes and draws and paints and takes pictures and is a nerd. And right now, she is organizing something called "Nerd Life". It started this July, so you should check it out soon.

On a related note, I am dying a slow, painful, and extremely boring death by novel. Novel writing. Novelising? I think it's only fair to tell you not to get your hopes up as far as this new plot that I'm working on for Camp NaNo. Quite honestly, it looks like something you'd find in the margins of a fourth grader's math binder.

...Only a lot longer and with a lot of chunk.

In the words of Agnes:
"IT'S SO FLUFFY, I'M GONNA DIEEEE!!"
Because seriously now, I look at my paragraphs and I dread the day when I might have to flush out all of the unnecessary spew of ramblingness just to knock my word count up. Writing can kill.



But "Why?" You ask, as you sit alone at your desk, with bowl of soggy Captain Crunch as your only companion. "Does this relate to Clair's Nerd Life??"
"Easy answer." I reply with a smug grin on my face. "Clair is being nice and giving us Camp NaNo-ers a break. Instead of reading a appallingly-large stack of books or wading through a giant wad of British TV, Clair is being merciful and giving the NaNo nation a little incentive to novel their ways through July (that is, if their novel is science fiction, fan fiction, fantasy fiction...basically anything nerdish)."
"Ah, I get it." You say, content with my answer, and vaguely amused at the way I keep narrating.
"So, as said before, be sure to check out Clair's blog at Working Title. Also, you can see some of her artwork as featured in Jack Lewis Baillot's book Haphazardly Implausible."

I think that's it for now, bloglings.
You can check up on my NaNo progress here.

God bless,
K-Minty

Hi again. Guess what? I'm still here.

It's midnight, and the LED screen of my computer is the only thing that illuminates my bedroom.

A warm night, a ceiling fan, and my pajama pants are my companions. Those, along with a play list of Death Cab for Cutie and Twenty One Pilots (who have been commissioned to sing me to sleep). Summer is sapping into me, and I think I'm in love with the way the sun hugs the horizon for so long before waving goodbye. As if in quicksand, I'm stuck in a time that slides away from my fingers, feeding me good times and great memories with lovely people.
June is like the starting line. Schoolbooks and pencils fly from every fist, and at first, all the kids in town have a hard time figuring out what to do with themselves. (As you might have already known) I myself boarded a plan to New Orleans, and had a splendid vacation time there.

It took a few weeks after that---in which a whole lot of origami was folded to life---but eventually my summer holiday began to pick up. A curiously large amount of my time has lately been spent in a water park. While there, I've sped down a few monster slides armed only with an inner tube. I also built a few friendships, created countless inside jokes, successfully became a pizza ninja, officially dubbed Darth Kader, and enjoyed BBQ sauce and french fries.
All of this seeped into July, which is present and now being accounted for.

I want you to know that July is a word that strikes utter excitement into my heart.
First comes Independence Day. Ohmygoodness, I love this holiday. It was over and ended as of thirty minutes ago. But really now, it is now my belief that food, friends, and laughter (and maybe a few brightly colored explosives) will forever be the best way to celebrate one's nationality.
Not only this, but July has become the traditional time to rodeo dozens of small children around during my church's annual Vacation Bible School. However, this year it has also become the month of the ever-so-looked-forward-to summer camp.
There are no words, people. Really now. I'll say only that: I'mjustreallyreallyreallyreallyexcitedforyouthcampokay??!

It would also be fair to point out that, amidst the rest of the awesomeness, there are a few filming/editing/skit ideas that some friends and I are beginning to plot out. I happen to get giddy about new projects.

And from there: Road trips, movies, birthdays...you name it; the list goes on.
Haha, I think I might just actually have a lot to look forward to. ;P

I have only one slight issue. Enter stage right: Camp NaNoWriMo.
Gahreeeenrrrrnrnrnnnrrghghgahghgnnn. I'm not a writer, okay?? I'm a blogger. I do not use proper grammerature. People who construct sentences like I do belong on a place called "the Internet"...not as authors of published books. I write great stories in my head. They just aren't concrete enough to survive planet earth's atmosphere. They just sort of crumble apart when I breath them out. Kind of like packing peanuts.

Crunch crunch.

I'll get over it.

Until then,
K-Minty