Stupid page. It's blank.

Yeah, we'll see about THAT.

Okay, I'm in one of those moods again guys:

I can't write something cool, inspiring, humorous, or remotely entertaining.

 

AhhhHAAAHhaaahAHAAha!!

*runs outside and screams to the heavens, hoping for a random lightning bolt to strike some spark of inspiration*

 

...I'm calm...I'm calm...

 

 

* * *

 

I looked under the rug, in the fridge, beneath the bed, behind the dresser, below the couch cushions, inside the broom closet, among the china, above the cabinets, and throughout the entire house. But I just COULDN'T find it! I lay on the bed while pounding my face into the pillow.

Just WHERE did I leave that inspiration?

 

And then it hit me.

 

I rocket to my closet, pulled on mismatched socks, slipped on my Converse, and pulled my gray hoodie around my shoulders. My feet flew to the door. My hand reached for the knob. And I was outta there. And into here.

 

Where was "here"?

 

You'll just have to come along to find out.

 

* * *

 

The weather is a nice 96 Fahrenheit, and life slowly becomes concentrated to a higher degree with school work, and I dilute it by photography, blogging, and reading The Lost Journals of Ven Polypheme.

 

Other than that, what can I say?

 

I'm a class clown, ate applesauce on my toast today, my three pairs of shoes share two pairs of laces, and I'm still troubled by the fact that Andy Griffith died.

 

 

"LIFE:
Where our motto is: 'If you're prepared, you're doing it wrong!'"

God bless!



I'm It, You're It, We're All It

So.
Tonight is a good night.

BECAUSE HOLY CRAB CAKE, I'VE BEEN TAGGED! 

The Non-Prose Story

Hey guys. Let's see what's in the ol' brain today, hmm?
Ah! A poem. I haven't written a poem in a long time.
The following is split into three portions, but the portions are meant, in some odd and wondering way, to be read together. 

...
I have a story to tell

It talks of many things

They were once whispered in the hollows

And in the early Autumn leaves

Nothing lives like once before

A life of good and grace

A life of non-abhor

The era of longlivity

Was long lived certainly not

But though time my weather and grind

This time time never forgot

There once was a maiden

Her voice a sweet harp

And in the forest glade of Nilthrein she played her tunes

Beneath the suns and stars and moons

The words they melted into air

And the sky himself opened his stony face

To hear the sound of song

The sound of heaven in leafy space

She wished to leave the forest glade

The glade of emerald seas

Because secretly she longed inside

To touch the ocean breeze

For ten hundred years the sailors would tell

Of the maiden in the jaded wood

And they spoke of her beauty with words

And the song that none understood

Indeed, she sang of longing

Though she spoke in words not plain

For though she was trapping inside her prison

She only masked her pain

The world was a window

A window to high through which to see

And stuck she was in her forest hold

Far from the western sea

...
There once was a jackalope

He came from a mountain plain

The world was his for the taking

And a traveler he became

He saw the greatest giants

Who dwelt in northern caves

And caverns very far beneath

The deepest ocean waves

He saw many other miracles

And touched the sands of time

He walked the blizzard of Grithem

And sauntered through seas of Celandine

 The lightning at The Cornerstone

Struck fear into him not

And before long he was a learned fellow

By the world shaped, shifted, and taught

But after all his adventures

Through the storm and the heat of it all

A sadness in his heart was deepened

And a secret of despair his to befall

The days of his worldly wandering

Paid off little to none

And still he was searching for something more

Just as on the day his search had begun

 ...
And now I come to my conclusion

Which lacks conclusion to say the least

But the conclusion is yours for the taking

If you can take it from beast

He lives in the darkest depths of your mind

And lurks in the shadowy waves of time

His lie is bought more often then not

And it's your conclusion he longs to haunt

For he is a sorry end to a promising life

And life that was wasted on outward things

A life that was spent in a cage of "What-ifs?"

And a life that was not spent catching dreams

My World Can Be...Different

Some people see the world through rose colored glasses. Apparently I see the world through broken ones.

A panoramic view of West Point taken by yours truly (unedited).

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A panoramic view of West Point taken by my dear father (unedited).

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I'm telling you, the guy with the umbrella moved!!

No.
Really.
He did.

My Lecturing Time

Allow a girl to be candid for a moment. Because I have a confession to make.

I've just about given chivalry the deathblow.

Hey now, it's not like a I mean to; It's simply the skeptic in me. I bite the hand that feeds me, and I want to apologize for that.

Do you relate? I wouldn't be surprised if you answered me with a mumbleabolic mutter of "...yessss".

Ya wanna know why?
Because we're human. That's why. We live in a sick---as in dying---world where love, trust, and hope get thrown out the window and into the dumpster. As a matter of fact, we pride ourselves in being so self-reliant that we no longer need other people's kindness. Naw, who needs someone to open the door when you can open it yourself.

Do people really think you're helpless?
No.
They're just trying to be helpful.

There's a cliche going on around here, and that would be: "My faith in humanity is restored!"

Hmm. I feel like the human population should take smaller steps.
Let's try letting humanity grow before we stomp it out first.
Then we can change the cliche to "My faith in humanity is restored!"
And from there we can work with it.

But back to chivalry.

I found this quote at this blog. Gave me a guilt trip.
(...also made me smirk & smile...)

"Guys, keep chivalry alive. Ladies, try not to kill it."

Ouch. 

(What? You too? Okay, here's a band-aid.)

Also, when I hear the word chivalry, I happen to hear Edmund shouting at Peter as he turns away from Miraz with sword in hand (why hello Narnians). 

So let me say it now:

Somewhere inside of you, inside of me, inside of everyone, there really is a daisy of a person just waiting to bloom. Yes, we're humans, but then again, that means we naturally have a little humanity to begin with. =)

Just look in all the cardboard boxes stashed in your heart, and I'm telling you, you'll find a little chivalry to spare (and a little gratitude for it as well) somewhere buried deep in the packing peanuts. 

Now go and save the world.

Think of You: Number Four

My last three posts have been sort of a tribute-shout out sort of thing to some of my awesome blogger buddies. (SOME, not ALL. Be aware. There are more minions in the closet.)

This way you all think I'm a nice person.*
(*Sarcasm)

Anyway, before I hurt myself...

Think of You: Numbero Three

For my Krazy Canadian. =P
Definitely thought of you when I saw this...