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

I Won't Give Up || Jason Mraz

Ah---The greatness!

Compatriot

It's so not perfect. But it's so completely worth it. 

Have you fallen in love with the way we laugh together and the air around us crackles and ignites with joy yet? Can you feel what songs and words live and flutter on the tips of our tongues when the night sky turns the fireflies on high? It's something all around you, and it's anything from extraordinary, because ordinary is exactly what it is: 

Oh diaphanous summertime!

We are just the crazy people of the world, taking over and playing make-believe. We live with our smiles on, fears behind, and we talk a lot with our hands. I'll be me, and you'll all laugh at the way I fail with miserable ardour every time I try to do anything impressive. Then I'll be me again, and tease you all for doing the same with me. It's very possible that we are only a pack of fools with wide grins and even wider hearts. True, we embrace what's before us, swallowing it whole. We walk in the dark, but if it weren't for the dark, we'd never see the stars. I'll be thankful, and even if I'm alone for the time being, I'll never forget the way all of us would sing lullabies as the flames leapt to great heights in the midnight. 

There was no slumber.

We are The Explorers. 

We are the Life-Seizers; strangling it's very juice. 

And whenever those sad, shadowy moments come fleeing back to me, I'll think of those imaginary moments that we had together.

OneRepublic Medley

One day, I listened to a lot of OneRepublic. Then I found this video.