Daylight || Cover by Tyler Ward, Lindsey Stirling, and Chester See

This arrangement sounds like sunshine.

{{so digging this cover}}

I woke up this morning in a hallway on the floor with this song playing in my head.
That was after throwing socks, envelope-hunting in the dark, eating pizza, resurgence of the newly-entitled "K-Maq and the Boys",  3:00AM hockey, foursquare, and the strangest song lyric soliloquies of the century.

Incredible, sleepless night in which I fed the extrovert in me. And a lovely, laughing, loony morning in which we were fed mini muffins and...Cheetos.

Cheers to the remainder of the weekend!

K-Minty

Feets

Me photographizing a single subject and spreading the Converse love. &copy

*This is your blogger speaking*

Well now, spring break is over and my nose shall be placed perilously on the grindstone once again. On to a world of education betterment---hear! hear!
I feel like I've accomplished much over the break. It was weird. I actually read an entire book. Dewwwwd, I haven't finished a good, non-school-related piece of lit. in a looong time.
---Probably since *gasp* last summer or something. It's just one of those evil things that comes with Internet access and an excessive amount of textbook material to blaze through daily.

My Brain: "Wha---what EVEN IS THIS??
Me: "A book."
My Brain: "But it's like...on a page, and not on an LED screen, and not burning through my eyeballs, and I don't have to scroll down in order to resume reading."
Me: "Yup."
My Brain: "Whoa...I can feel my inner structures toning up and becoming less mushish."
Me: "Okay, I get it already."
My Brain: "No really---why do you even let me sit and saturate in front of that geometric-shaped object that lights up and you go 'clickity-click' on all day? DON'T YOU REALIZE HOW THIS SO-CALLED TECHNOLOGY DEGRADES ME?!"
Me: *headdesk* "Shut up."
My Brain: *munches contentedly on paper and ink*

It makes even more sense to me now, why great authors and wielders of pen are often caught red-handed in libraries and bookstores. In order to write, you see, you must feed the machine. Devour as many words as you can, consume them rapidly from every paperback, hardback, and article that you can find---then you will be ready to spew them out all over the blank page in front of you.
Alas, novelising has yet to be my cuppa tea, and an artist of pencils and canvas I remain. But a good book doesn't hurt a thing, weather your dreaming, doodling, or demolishing.

That has only been a small segment of Spring Break. Of the rest I care not to tell you.
---And that is my way of saying that I am a lazy girl who does nothing but listen to Hammock, Relient K, and dashes of OneRepublic all afternoon long.

No words. Because words aren't needed. 

And what about you? How's life. Confusing? Strange? Glorious? So many analogies, so little time. 

Further in, 

K-Minty

The Ultimate Power

If I close my eyes for only a second, I am blind. The world is a darkness impenetrable, and I am it's captive, still and breathing in a blanket of nothingness.

If I close my ears to what all is said, I am deaf. My head is filled with the silence of my own thoughts, and nothing but the bells and whistles from within are to be heard.

If I reach out to nothing, I feel not. I am now immovable. Neither the prick, nor pain, nor searing that comes with loss and goodbyes can ever burn me.

I am the stronghold that no one can overthrow, that none might break, and that time has no capacity to grind down. In this way, I have become invincible.

But I have become invincible without love.

For love looks with eyes of kindness, it looks to those who hurt with sympathy. Love's eyes do not scorn, they do not push the needy away, nor do they flee when help is sought from them. Love is kind, and it's eyes see beyond the surface.

And love hears with ears of patience, it finds the voices in the distance crying out for aid, and it answers. Love's ears are not closed to those who look for a friend, those who search for someone to confide in and to depend upon. Love is patient, and it's ears are willing to listen.

Finally, love endures. It does not shrink away from all that is harsh and prickly on the outside. Love does not simply collapse and wither away when rejected. Instead, love will grow stronger, and in all abundance it will blossom, finding the thorns, and replacing them with gentle flowers of grace, mercy, and righteousness. Love will endure through all, and is stronger than that which is called invincibility.

Love is the ultimate power. And none who stand against it will stand for long.

Salad Basket || Adam Young

I was just realizing how every time I hear the ending of this song I want it to be a soundtrack of life.
If I were one of those people who dance in their car, this is what would be blasting out of my stereo system.

Ummumumumumuuum...unexplainable musicly-induced emotions anyone?

Let It All Out || Relient K

Let it all out
Get it all out
Rip it out remove it
Don't be alarmed
When the wound begins to bleed

Cause we're so scared to find out
What this life's all about
So scared we're going to lose it
Not knowing all along
That's exactly what we need

And today I will trust you with the confidence
Of a man who's never known defeat
But tomorrow, upon hearing what I did
I will stare at you in disbelief
Oh, inconsistent me
Crying out for consistency

[Chorus:]
And you said I know that this will hurt
But if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse
If the burden seems too much to bear
Remember
The end will justify the pain it took to get us there

And I'll let it be known
At times I have shown
Signs of all my weakness
But somewhere in me
There is strength

And you promise me
That you believe
In time I will defeat this
Cause somewhere in me
There is strength

And today I will trust you with the confidence
Of a man who's never known defeat
And I'll try my best to just forget
That that man isn't me

[Chorus x2]

Reach out to me
Make my heart brand new
Every beat will be for you
For you

And I know you know
You touched my life
When you touched my heavy heart and made it light

My Dreams Tell Me Stories

I woke up from a series of weird dreams this morning.
Most of my dreams include me having to fend off enemies with my trusty hobbit sword. Everything gets rather violent and 007 actionish. Dreaming is my way of entertaining myself during recharge mode, and I love it when I surprise myself with imaginary plots and subconscious characters. Last night part of my escapade included duelling a minion of some bad-guy-villain-or-other. He wasn't human though, instead he was a creation of Bad-Guy-Villain...and he looked strangely like a man with a giant maple leaf strapped to his back. Obviously, he had chameleon powers, because every time he weaved his way in and out of the forest that we were combating in, his entire body and clothing attire would change color. Later on in my dream, "Leaf Man" became a good guy, realizing that his former master (for some reason, Bad-Guy-Villain seemed to really be into creating non-human camouflage/chameleon followers) was in the wrong.

I can't remember if there was ever a conclusion, but after waking up, taking a horseback riding lesson, and showering, I could still picture both Leaf Man and Bad-Guy-Villain clearly in my head. (It helped that they had taken on a sort of Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra look in my dreamstate.) So I went ahead and drew out Leaf Man (right).

I was lazy and didn't scan these.
Instead I just snapped photos.

He's kind of unfinished. 

...For clarification, this is sort of my revised vision of the image that future Leaf Man could take on. He didn't quite look so legit in my dream...more like a guy with a giant onesy and globish facial expressions.

The other picture (left), is entitled "Chrissy".
This was a doodle that I drew up on Friday with a friend of mine. She lives in a treehouse. And we think she's pretty cool.




Copy That,
K-Minty