Lego House

"You try to speak, But it's out of our hands"

Caution to you: Today I'm feeling terrible because I want to write but I can't settle down enough to do it. After listening to a few [of the nice] Ed Sheeran songs (yeah...choose which songs of his you add to your playlist carefully), I suddenly wanted to go off on a melancholy rant of gibberish and then put it to guitar music. But my attempt was destined to fail because as of now, guitar is not my forte, and so I made a salad-bugish poem instead.
Unfortunately for you, brave reader, this poemy-thing was composed and re-composed over different points of my day---some points when I wanted to write a song and some points when I wanted to write prose (and all when I was in differing moods).

It rhymes sometimes. But it's meant to be a crude rhyme in some places and no rhyme at others.

The tempo is slow. The words are abstract to the point of no meaning. Have fun.

___

When we sing
I can see the stars beneath the blankets of the night
When you laugh
I can hear the rain from the sky
When it hits the sand

If you close your eyes

I'll sit and stay for a while

And you'll whisper hello to the strangers

And we watched the broken window

You'll glue it back together

I'll try to help

But I can't understand

You try to speak

But it's out of our hands

I can't help but pretend I see

Because even in the dark there's a firefly

Even when it's a simple truth

I't won't be

There's a crescent in the candle tonight

So breath
Breath it in
In and out
Take a break
Tear it up
Tear us down

Stand up in the tidal wave

Sing songs in the broken place

Because it's not far from here

No we're not far from there

So take heart

Take care

Don't remember to forget

What I've said and what you've seen

Let the silence take your head

And take your dares

Take your dreams

We were fools in the river

Washed away by a song

In the sound of the villages

In the cry of the town

And there's a teardrop on the moon

Up there

I'll hold you

In my heart

But you have to let me

Let me fall apart

Fall away

Out of your arms

'Cause I'm slipping through your fingers

Through your hands

In the dark

But we'll paint in the numbers

Because we're together

In this storm

For a time

And we'll watch it all crumble

In the weather

And the hurricane

And we'll try
Yes we'll try 
We'll both do our best

___

Yup. Exhibit A of what it looks like when I want to write a poem, a song, and a novella all at once---and then mix it up together and add random bits and pieces to it throughout random moments of the day.

Oh! If you could only see what else is on the inside of my brain!
But nay, t'would be rather tragic if that were so.

I'm sorry that I don't have anything else for you right now. There are a few things that I've been wanting to share, but those things will have to wait.

Until another random time and place of K-Minty's antics,
Kismint Plinkadink

See? I'm nice. I find ways to sneak pictures in.

'Ey-O friends! I have a very few pictures to share, so I made you a new short video. One of my favorites [1:00] could probably been edited a little further to really be amazing, but aside from that lazy little bit I'm pretty proud of these. 

As a bonus (and even though I am a secretive ninja who stays away from the front of the camera lens), I thought I'd throw a snap of me [1:15] from earlier this afternoon. :)

Song: "The Meadow" (promo) by Windsoar Airlift

Doooodling

Hi.
So I still haven't posted a vlog, I still haven't written 2,000 words in my most recent novella, I still haven't gathered the pictures together that I need for my digi-art homework on Monday, I sill haven't filmed the music video I've been meaning to create, I still haven't gotten out of my pajamas yet, and I still haven't vacuumed my floor.

Seriously, if you could see me floor right now, you would realize that the last one there totally trumps the others.

Anyway, I need your help. All of you. Here is a question, and I want---nay, need---you to answer it to the very best of your abilities.

What would be your "BEST DAY EVER"?

And furthermore, how would you incorporate it into the Google logo? 

I've decided to enter the Doodle 4 Google contest...I have 48 days to draw a one-in-a-million doodle. Game on world! =D

But really, what defines a wonderful time? I have ideas (ohhh yes, don't you know I always have ideas!), but I want yours too. What are creative ways to show somebody what things make you happy and treasure life? What about color schemes---colors evoke emotions, so what colors do you think in when you think happy thoughts?

I need feedback peoples! 

Until then, I'm off to doodle and read The Invention of Hugo Cabret, as the google site said that that book is a good example of depicting things in pictures (also because it was one of my most prized Christmas presents ;). 

K-Minty

I Grace Thee With My Presence

Good morning. It's a Friday morning. Usually on Friday mornings I'm still asleep at 8:22. But I figured I'd get a head start on procrastinating.

I have a salad bug for you today. *heh* Good luck trying to decode it. That's like trying to make sense of the quadratic formula.

* * *

A new day and it's time to shoulder the workload and start plotting the destruction of the world. Sounds fun, but how can I be sure that I don't slip and fall in the end? They talk about green leaving the grass and trees leafing, and I don't know which is which and what to do if either or both happen. You confuse me. That's all. You don't bug me. You don't annoy me. You don't irritate me, mock me, or tease me (...well, maybe you do a little of that). No. You confuse me. I'm easily confused.

So I'll kamikaze my way into the world. Don't listen to the explosions out your window, they're just me learning about life. Didn't I warn you? Did I tell you how I twist things like pretzels and spill spaghetti sauce on seat cushions? I explained beforehand: I am a child of mass chaos, so look out. Whatever I lack in sympathy I'll make up for in sarcasm. It's how I roll, you know?

Actually I guess you kind of do know. Either that or you pretend to. You're good at pretending, if you are pretending at all. You've just about got me fooled. Either way I'm getting ready to believe you, because if you are fooling me and yourself, you're a master at that, and I can respect you for it. Sly is my game. Witty is what I do. And even though I fail at both, I can always satisfy myself with the smug retorts I come up with after I close my eyes and prepare to fall asleep each night.

We were missing the stars. I loved the rain, but in the night, there were pinpoints of bright brilliance to be seen. The galaxies could have been colliding and exploding and going kablooie---and we would have missed it all. So silly how we can only see what is on the surface.

Still, rain walks in the dark are nice too.

* * *

That aside, how is life? I understand today is February and a certain few of you may or may not be doing the 100 words in 100 days challenge (from February 1st to March 11). If so, I'll just be standing her with a big banner with the words "YOU CAN TOTALLY DO IT" painted in yellow and red. 

By the way, if I were to do a vlog video, would you want me to say anything in particular besides what I may have already planned on saying?

---What? Why ask? Oh...no reason. ^ _^

'Tis all,

K-Minty

"Kings and Vagabonds"

Yeah. Pretty much.

I just had one of those "Oh!" moments when learning that Jeremy Irons voices Scar.

"Brisingr means fire---IS fire. Know the word, and you control the thing."

Weekend Well Spent

I woke up today sounding like Darth Vader. Rather, Darth Vader minus a few octaves.

It all started back in late November (you know, that week after Thanksgiving when you're finishing off the leftovers). It was then that my dear beloved youth pastor announced to I and my fellow adolescents that we would be taking a trip to northern Arizona on a winter retreat weekend.

*enter happy excited whoop*

Now, you must know something before I continue: The people included in this story (youth group homies) are some of the most beautiful and marvelous friends on the planet. If you ever happen to be fortunate enough to meet any of them then believe me, you are blessed  (or if you happen to---curiously enough---be one of them you are a blessing). I mean, these guys are the peeps who you can feel comfortable doing stupid and hilarious things with during any given moment of life. That's what defines a best friend, no?

Well anyhow, excitement simmered to almost-bursting-point about this so-called retreat. December...January...January 2nd...January 9th...January 15th...January 20th...January 24! The day before leaving for a Friday/Saturday/Sunday of awesomeness! Believe me, my co-op friends had it figured the I was a Mexican jumping bean that Thursday. I was so ready to leave and get to the cold mountain of pine trees and muddy slush.

Friday was cool.
We left at 6:00-ish PM and got to our destination approximately 3 hours later. I could hear the shrieks even before I unloaded myself from the four-wheel drive truck that I had been trollied in:
"ACK! Mud!!"
"It's cold!"
"SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW! THERE'S ACTUALLY SNOW!!!! REAL SNOW!!! CAN YOU SEE THE SNOW?" etcetera etcetera. 

Of course, to all of you snowbirds up there, this was hardly snow. It was more patchy muddy slush from a few days prior to our arrival. Still---it was white(ish), cold, and easily flung at people's faces (the latter of which it did often).
Instead of soft white flakes falling through the air and tickling our eyelashes however, there was rain. Rain. Lots of rain. Like buckets of rain. Drizzle. Plinky plonky little drops ascending from the gray heavens in order to make our lives muddy and mildewy.

In three words?
It. Was. Brilliant.

If you didn't realize, I like mud. I like rain. Rain makes mud. Mud and rain go together. Throw both of those things at a camp in the middle of a pine forest on a mountain top with three other God-loving-and-praising youth groups and you get a wonderful time.

Our theme was "Surrender", and we did a kind of devotional/bible study thingy that also included a handful of video clips and presentations featuring the ever so renown Francis Chan. Also, we had dear Tim (SHWWWIMMMMMMM!)  as our speaker/pastor/what-have-you.

On the first night, immediately after getting out into the rain, mud, and slush, we headed into the dining hall to get our info on which cabin each of us were assigned to and what small group we'd been placed in. Much to my smug satisfaction, I got the awesomest place to stay ever.

IT EVEN HAD A BATHROOM OF ITS OWN...WHAT NOW!!

In addition to that happy detail, I was also sorted into the small group entitled the "Ramshorn Snails".

The rest of the night was spent in the green bean (worship center), unpacking, and dogging the ice clumps that were being hurled through the atmosphere (not all in that order). I had a very dramatic moment of pure perseverance as I trounced up the steep and slippery trail to my new home-away from home with arms full of duffle bags and sleeping bags. All of these things, of course, were done in the dark of night, and once done with the must-dos and need-to-be-dones everyone did their best to pipe down and get a little shut eye.

The tragic thing was this:
All weekend my stupid brain WOULD NOT SHUT ITSELF UP. This was very irritating. I'm telling you---I never have problems drifting off to sleepy-sleeperton land. Heck, you could probably just dump me on the side of a highway and I'd be able to sleep like a baby.
But nooOOOOOOOoooooo. I couldn't unwind. So I just sat there in the dark in a sort of half-dream half-alert state. Kind of like entering dream-state with your eyes open and your ears perked. You have no idea how many scenarios I shuffled through that night in the confines of my head. And the same happened the next night too---thus I was really quite exhausted and running on every hyper-active storage boost I could manage.

Actually kind of funny---Someone comment on just how awake and energized I seemed to be Sunday morning.

Errkg.

Moving on to Saturday:
Breakfast, small groups (which were absolutely amazing!! I miss my fellow Snails ;), nice walks in the rain ^_^,  devotions, lunch, crazy fun indoor games consisting of trashsket ball and trust fall relays that us snails TOTALLY BOSSED AT (you bet we earned those gloating rights!), sitting 'round in the dining hall singing songs with a seriously cool friend (and probably freaking everybody else out with my [our] not-so-perfect singing voice[s]), learning the cup game thingy!! (video demo on that sometime, 'k?), dinner,  worship, even more small groups (seriously, the people who were in my group were such blessings!), attempting to safely view a game of extreme spoons, and eventually retiring to bed (my sweet little bunk bed that I got all to my own little self).
That was Saturday, more or less.

Sunday was a day of cleaning up our messes and getting over the terribleness that it was all ending too soon. So many new faces that I'd shared great times with...it seemed like there at the retreat I was not only able to make new friends, but build stronger relationships with the ones that I'd already had.
It was so muddy, and rainy and full of muck that we had to pile all of our shoes into a big old plastic trash bag after getting into our assorted homeward bound vehicles (cars, trucks, vans...) to keep the dirty-car level at a minimum. Honestly, I'll tell you now that all of our clothes probably reeked of something similar wet dog. We weren't exactly the most pleasant-smelling bunch of kids on church campus after our return journey.

From there it was a ride home and a throw-everything-into-the-washer-spree.
I was back home.
With a lot to sort through. A lot to think about. All of this after spending two nights in a cold and rainy paradise of sorts with soppy clothes, soaked socks, and muddy everything else.

That, my friends is why I woke up sounding like Darth Vader this morning---goodness knows how much snot and slime I've had to hack or blow out of my system today. Whoopdeedoo for the aftermath of no sleep and cold weather.

But is was sooooo worth it. :)