Stringy Thoughts

So do you mind ink blots or not?
I'm not good with writing much of anything. It's clear enough, I know. But it's okay anyway.

I've got youth group hockey league on the brain (as was testified in the previous post), and a stack of t-shirts to hang up floating above my head. Also, this keyboard is driving me crazy because I have to press really hard to make every 'r' come after the 'e', 'h' come after the 't', and 'space' come in between.

Autumn is here. Unfortunately, it happens that Fall falls at a very depressing time---when school starts warming up. Oh joy. Autumn is also a bit irritating at times because to be honest, cacti and palm trees don't exactly have leaves that burst into brilliant golds, tangerines, and rubies. But you know what? Autumn brings hope to the desert dweller. It brings a taste of cooler temperatures, an inkling of pumpkin pie, and sometimes---on the very rare occasion---an excuse to wear a hoodie!

And that is a reason to thank God for Autumn.

So anyway, all this Autumn hallapalooza stuff that goes on is giving me another legit excuse too. Therefore, dear friends, when you wonder at why on earth I am changing my blog template for the 400th-odd time, I will look you blankly in the eye and proclaim that:

"I want to keep up with the festivity."

 

 

After all, what would the world do without those people who can't stand to let the paint dry on their wall because they want a new color up ASAP??

 

Stay creative, and smile with your hoodies and holidays!

God bless,

K-Minty

*Epic Music Plays*

Hockey pictuuuuuuure!

(photo taken by dad)

Guys, it's time. Hockey time.

Dear You,

You're so awesome. I love that dorky smile of yours. It lights me up on the inside---the way your eyes are so sparkly. It's a joy when I see that excited side of you come out. That normally reserved and composed person who you pretend to be on the outside suddenly gets caught up in the moment and turns a new leaf.
You and your funny little dances, teasing remarks, bubbling laughter...What would I do without you?

I won't forget that day you gave me your hand to help me up. And every time I see you you let me know that you're always ready to give me that hand again.

You encourage me to play hard and to give it everything, and you do the same right in step with me. You refuse to let me get down on myself, you listen to my rants. You watch with wondering eyes as you see me in my hyper mood, whooping and screaming the evening out.

But the best thing about you is that you don't care that I'm the most lame person in the world. And that's very nice of you.

They say to write what you know

but I don't know what to write!

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.

* * *

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

For Your Information

I though you should know that

To All The Little Linus's

As an ode to all the Linus's in the world.

Whether or not you realize it, you are greatly needed in the world.