Inchworms

The mention of Crayola colors brought this on.

Life is complete.

Q and A

An abundance of questions, and an abundance of answers.

What time did you get up this morning? Oh...nine, nine-thirty...eight...eight-thirty...I don't really look at the clock as much as I should. 

What was the last movie you saw at the theater?   I think it was The Hobbit.

What is your favorite T.V. Show? At ze moment, my two favorites gotta be Merlin and Avatar the Last Airbender. :)

What do you usually have for breakfast? Erm...toast. Anything that I can get my hands on really. Contrary to popular belief, breakfast isn't high on the list of things to do and do well. 

What food do you dislike? Olives.

What is your favorite CD at the moment? Like, that I own? Relient K's Forget and Not Slow Down. Except...it's my brother's CD (shhhh). 

What characteristic do you despise? The art of hiding something behind a smile. 

Are you an organized person?  Pfft. No. I'm a list person. A plan-your-day-out-person. But I'm not a this-goes-here-that-goes-there person.

Where would you retire to? My bed and laptop. 

What was your most recent memorable birthday? The Sunday I graduated into eighth grade. Having a bunch of people sing happy birthday and then dunk you at a pool is a great way to kick off a year of being thirteen. 

What are you going to do when you finish this? Finish watching The Legend of Korra, episode 7. Shame on my for pausing right in the middle of it. (Psh, great example of my attention span)

Furthest place you have ever been to? Away from home? ---New York City. 

Person you wish you could meet? Uh...Ian Mckellen. I would make him read books to me. :)

Are you a morning person or a night person? Night owl. No duh.

What is your shoe size? My converse are nine in women's size. Who knows (or cares! ;) about the other shoes. 

Do you own any animals? The doggo. Who, at the moment is mutilating my window screen, trying to get my attention. I shall ignore. 

Any news you'd like to share? Hi.

When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?  A veterinarian, I believe. 

What is your favorite flower? African daises. We have them in our front yard (meh---the only kinds of flowers that will grow without any attention whatsoever). And Alstromerias. They have freckles. :)

What day on the calendar are you looking forward to? The day in which I have no obligation to learn, study, or use my cranium in any productive action.

If you were a crayon, what would you be? Inchworm. Best. Crayola color. Ever. 

How is the weather right now? CLOUDY, OVERCAST, AND SPRINKLING...! Happy happy day. 

Last person you spoke to on the phone? My...*scratches head* youth pastor. 

Favorite drink? Water: the sustenance of life. 

Favorite Restaurant? I...don't really have one...but Chipoltle is worth mentioning. 

Hair color? Icky brown. Like a dull milk-chocolate brown. Very boring. 

What was your favorite toy as a child? I was given this little plastic glow-in-the-dark lizard with red eyes when I was very small. I chewed off the tip of his tail and the majority of his toes. His name is Hizard. Hizard the Lizard. I still have him. < 3

Spring, summer, fall, or winter? "Oh summer, when the woods were green!" 

Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate all the way peeps. 

Do you want to get married? Can I marry chocolate?

What is under you bed? Friendly monsters. 

What did you do last night? Watched The Artist. I'm quite satisfied that it won best picture last year.

What are you afraid of? Painfully awkward moments that, when remembered, cause embarrassment to coarse through your braincells as you try to go to sleep at night. *experience points*

Best quality you have? ...Sarcasm.

Favorite day of the week? Tomorrow. 

Favorite movie? Hugo? Star Wars: The Revenge of the Sith? The Two Towers? The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe? Something like these.

Have you ever had a crush on anyone? Chocolate.

Myer's/Briggs personality? ENTJ. "I will dominate you all". :D I like to hang out with people, I think deeply and abstractly, I pick up on little details, often missing the big picture, I plan and I over-analyze.

The end.

 No doubt I shall talk to you soon again.

 Kismint

Pieces of the sky are falling down. And they are very drippy.

Today was such a loverly day.
It stormed and rained. I think God must have sneezed.

The air here is always gross and dirty. But when miraculous water droplets fall from the sky, the air clears up and it smells good everywhere.
Also, it's Friday. And Fridays maketh everything nicer.

Imagine a new slate and a clean piece of paper. That's what rain is like here. And when the lightning crackles and thunder rumbles, and the wind makes the trees sound like they're singing really loudly, you can just hear the world waking up around you.

"Let's do this!" They say. "Let's live the story we were meant to star in."

There's still hurt and pain and sorrow and trouble enough down here. But the rain---the rain is from above. The drizzle are like messengers from God, telling us that His grace will never cease. Telling us that there is something pure and cleansing. Something beautiful to touch and breath in. Something healing, and worth risking everything for.
It's nice how He thinks to send us reminders like that.

You should know that pajama pants are very flattering.

My watercolor-on-newspaper-plus-sharpie project. Somewhat of a failure. 

The Blue Beanie.
Have you ever met the Okie hat? If not---Okie hat, meet the readers. Readers, meet the Okie hat.

*eerie music* No. I'm not a vampire.
My hands might be chapped, but they aren't really that gray.

(speaking of hands)

And Arlo. Poor Arlo. The one who is unhappy.
(Not about my dirty window, mind you, but about the lack of sunshine.)

Enjoy your evening, okay? If you don't, I'll be very disappointed in you.
K-Minty

Endure

To the invisible friends. 
 Dear Journal, 

The writing comes hard. And "Backspace" is getting hit a little too often. Have I forgotten what it's like to enjoy blogging? Has the glorious magic of pouring my quirks out onto the web page become distant and dry? Likely. 

Life is a sort of strange place to be in. On one hand, it is very dull. On the other hand, it has it's sharp edges. Things prick and pin until you feel all pinched up and numb inside. 

But laughter and light still take place in a glorious dance. Smiles and hugs and whispers that say "Stop worrying silly---it'll be alright. Trust me". 

"Trust me."

Oooh. Harsh words. They seem so innocent and simple. Harmless and soft. Who could have foreseen the way that they would haunt you like a fading nightmare (you know, the ones that you wake up from, forgetting what happened in them but sill knowing that something bad had taken place). 

Tread ever so carefully. Don't crack the eggshells that your toes are on. Keep a sharp eye and a listening ear. Tell yourself to shut up every once in a while, and then think before you speak. 

So don't stop loving sunlight, moonlight, starlight, or the streetlight. Don't sit quietly when you can dance and sing. Smile because there is good to love and to fight for, and not because you're hiding something. 

And trust in faith. Trust in hope. Be a big fan of both. 

Faith, Hope, and Love,
(because they endure)
Kismint

Kingdom Come || The Civil Wars

What if you had the power to wipe away a time of ruin, at the cost of destroying a ruined time? Would you do it? Would you beg, steal and murder for a fresh start and a new beginning? Would you see the destruction around you and crave a utopia in its place? 

All things come with a price tag. To eat the fruit is to die by its poison. 

---

This evening I got some new ideas to chew on that were partly spawned from listening to this song and watching The Hunger Games. 
It's official now guys: I'm now hyping myself up for Catching Fire. Coming out on November somethingth-or-other. As afore mentioned in some of my more recent posts, my writerly inspiration hasn't exactly been faring well. It's not exactly writer's block, instead, it's more of a "wait a minute, why do I even like to write stories anyhow" feeling of apathy.
Yeah...writer's apathy. That's what it is.
Of course, writer's apathy is something entirely different than that of blogger's apathy. Blogger's apathy is like when you sit in bed at night with you mechanical pencil and cutesy notebook, trying to decide what to journal about---and coming up with absolutely nothing because your life is a place of boredom. Writer's apathy is when you decide to try to place a plot on paper and bend it into proper readable form...only to find that the entire process is much longer, more complicated, and downright HARD to do. Side effects may include less habitual reading and frequent addictions to BBC TV series.
They say that to write a book, you have to love your story so much that you're willing to go through the boring mud and muck that makes up ninety percent of authoring (or authorship?). If that's the case, I guess I'm still waiting for my big brainstorming break.

So many ideas...so few conclusions...and absolutely zero finished products.

Yay. Apathy.

Unfolding the Act

You see that girl over there?
 ---Uh huh, the one in the corner with the smile on her face. She's one of them. One of the ones who knows the ropes. Everyone sees the confidence she carries around with her, and the way that she's able to use it as a mask. They don't think she's a hero. They just think she's good at what she does: faking. And that's admirable around here. 
Most of these people can see right through you, but they take into account just how cleverly you hide the burden on your back. You're judged on your stage performance. You're loved for the brilliance of your finest masquerade. And hey, don't worry---it'll get easier to act as time goes on. Sooner or later, you'll be a whiz at it. Just like that girl who I was talking about. 

The girl who gets all the applause for being everything she isn't.

* * *

Being around people makes me inquisitive about their mindsets. I like to explore what goes on in the noggin. That's where the inspiration for this short soliloquy came from. It's sad to think about how many people who are considered friends and acquaintances, and yet have never known the feeling of being real with someone. 

Be ready people: There are so many hearts to be unfolded in this world. Kind of like doing the laundry in reverse. 

Nighty-night,

K-Minty

Cake to Camo

Reason to respect Peeta: He's an artist too. 

Lesson to be learned: Take a cake decorating class.