Ideas for the future

Recently I have been contemplating the idea of getting some of my work published.

My mum has been nudging me in that direction for quite some time.

I have just spent the last hour perusing my literary works.

And personally, I don't think any of my work is good enough to be "officially" published.

My mum would beg to differ.

But, I think with some tweaking I might be open to the possibility.

So don't be surprised if one morning you open up your door, grab the paper, and see my face on it with the head line reading... "One Writes Overnight Success"........

..... Ok. Maybe not.

But, hey.

Anything is possible.

An Interior Monologue

I wrote this for my comp & lit class and I wanted to share.

:)

Interior Monologue

As Olivia from Twelfth Night

She watched as the messenger crossed the room. She noticed that his face had a solemn expression. She also noticed that his hands very shaking rapidly and his eyes were explicably drawn to the floor. He was nervous she concluded. This did not come as a shock. After all, she was a beautiful rich women. And that made even the bravest of men shake in their boots. This scrawny, little messenger boy was certainly not the bravest man. She doubted even his ability to hold a sword and shield.  

She straitened herself to receive the message. As the young boy spoke she could feel her heart literally sinking. Suddenly she was unable to breathe. She spoke the words over and over in her head. Her beloved brother was dead. She instantly broke into tears. She cried herself to sleep for many nights after receiving the news. 

The morning of his funeral she got up, dressed herself, then some how managed to collect her emotion and arrive with out a tear in sight. Of course no one would really notice she supposed. After all, her face was hidden by a black veil. She wanted everyone in the whole world to know that she was in mourning. As they walked towards the plot the priest sang the usually burial hymns. She had heard them many times before but, this time was different. This time she was met with feelings of gloom and misery. She did not know that a heart could contain so much emotion. She thought for sure that it was going to burst. 

As the processional continued she became more and more aware of her surroundings. The crunch of the leaves under her foot. The glassy effect the dew made on the tall blades of grass. The shadows that the tall trees of the old cemetery cast. And for the first time she became aware of a sound. This sounds was familiar to her. It was the sound of wailing. Those around her were crying. 

There are no words that can accurately express her grief and sorrow as they lowered his body into the cold wet ground of the cemetery. She remembered all the lovely times she had shared with her now dead brother. But, these joyous memories were not enough to draw her out of her despair. She left feeling desolate. Her heart was full of woe.

15 hours.

15 hours and still sleep is evading me.
I have given up.
I am quite sure during the day I will consume more then a couple cups of coffee.
I am all dressed for a morning jog.
Just waiting for my momma to wake up so I can tell her where I am going.
My sleeping seems to have been replaced with an epiphany.
Now granted this could have also come from the lack of sleep but...

I lay here with a renewed sense of purpose.
I suddenly a whole new set of goals for my life.
I feel like I could conquer the world.
I realized that my life is so much better spent being active, reading, cooking, studying, and trying to grow in God.
I am going try my hardest to get active, get going, and get on with my life.
For to long have I sat in one state of mine.
Its time to move.
Starting with a run.
Ok.
Well, jog/walk.
But, one day I will be able to run the whole way around my neighborhood.
One day I will wake up (having gotten a good night of sleep), walk out the door, and run.

I am running to a whole to way of life.
A whole new thought process.

My Nerdy Fairy Tale

I wrote this last year but, I still love it to this day!

My Nerdy Fairy Tale

 I have found the saying “birds of a feather flock together” to be completely and utterly true. James and I were dubbed “the class nerds” from the very first day of our Junior year. We were the only two kids that came in wearing white polo shirts, tube socks, and Khaki pants that were held up by spenders. Our clothing made for a good distraction from the real problem, our face. Both of us also had a pair of round, thick, black rimmed glasses that had white athletic tape on the bridge. A face full of ache and braces completed the “dork” look. 

Like most nerd, James and I were very smart and totally devoted to our studies. Honor roll, A+ report cards, science fair... the whole enchilada. Marine Biology was our thing. We lived, breathed, and ate marine biology. Every single day that we weren’t in school we were at the beach. We would wade in the crystal clear blue water of the Florida Keys looking for any signs of life. Wether it be a plankton, like a jellyfish, or a Nekton, like a stingray, we loved it all. Not only were fascinated with the ocean itself but, we loved the shore. After a little digging we were sure to find some infaunas hidden in the sand like clams, whelks, and sometimes phoronid worms. 

We spent nearly every waking moment together. The inevitable was bound to happen. We fell in love. Sweet, pure, innocent, nerd love. After all, we were perhaps the only people who understood each other. When I would pull out my magnifying glass, instead of asking why I even had one of those in my purse, he would simply says “great idea” and from his pocket he would pull out one of his own. 

On school days, we would write notes to each other but, not in class of course. We left them in the other’s locker. And in between classes I would run to mine, open it up, and joyously read the note that was left inside. Who knew that ordinary collage ruled paper could make my heart skip a beat. Each and every note had a reference to marine biology. On day after pre-calculus I found a note that read, “Your love is keeping me buoyant in the oceans of life.” I had a smile on my face the rest of the day. My absolute favorite note I ever got said, “Our love, which at first was only the size of a mere picoplankton, has now grown so large that scientists are baffled at this occurrence, after thought and further examination they had declared our love to have gigantism.” 

On our first anniversary I got James a brand new microscope that on the side had engraved in blue letter “Just like the process of upwelling you have brought feelings of love to the surface of my very being. I love you deeper than the ocean! Happy anniversary.” Even after graduation, we were inseparable, like epifauna. We both attended Miami University and planned to majored in, what else, Marine Biology. 

Two weeks before graduation James and I travelled up to Jacksonville to visit my family. James only came along because I didn’t want to drive all that way, there and back, by myself, or at least that’s what I thought. After a lovely evening and intellectual conversation at Ruth Chris, James took me for a walk on the beach. At some point he stopped, took me hard, and stared straight into my eyes. Then in one swift motion he got down on one knee and began to speak.

“Just like the continental shelf is the beginning of a long slope toward the deep depths of the ocean. The first time I saw you through my spectacles it send me on a path towards the deep depths of love. You are my photophore in this dark world. You love me just for me, suspenders and all. Would you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” And without another word he opened the little velvet blue box that held the ring. Any ring would have done but, he went above and beyond. A three carat diamond ring in a platinum setting. The stone was flanked by two perfect pearl. The jewels of the sea

Vocab:

Plankton - Marine organisms that cannot swim strongly enough to move against the ocean current

Nekton - Marine organisms that swim strongly enough to move against the ocean current

Infauna - Organisms that live under the sediments of an ecosystem. 

Buoyancy (buoyant) - To stay afloat 

Picoplankton - A tiny organism 

Gigantism - A situation in which an organism grows to an extreme size 

Upwelling - The process that carries colder, nutrient-rick water upward to a more shallow depth

Epifauna - Benthic animals that move about the surface of the sea bottom or are firmly attached to it

I know this is from chapter 9 but, I just wanted to let you know that I am retaining information :)

Continental Shelf - A gently sloping area, beginning at the point near land, just below the low-tide mark. 

 Deep Ocean - Where light is not abundant. Located below the mesopelagic and extends down to the ocean floor 

Photophores - Organs that produce light. 

Smile, its cold weather.

A warm red glow is being cast by the flickering fire.

The burning hot rays of the sun have pasted.

Now the air is cool and crisp.

Sweaters are finally getting to see the light of day.

Out of the black abyss know as a closets.

In go the daisy dukes and tube tops of past summer days.

Peppermint mocha coffee soothes my raw throat.

The snowman decorations are placed high upon the mantle.

Hot chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

My mind is a buzz of continual carols.

Fa La La La La.....La La La La

Rejoice.

The tide is turning.

Smile.

The weather is cold.

Believe and pray.

That it lasts.

Me at midnight on thanksgiving.

Here it is almost midnight.
On one of the happiest holidays of the year.
And where am I?
Sitting in a vat of self pit and remorse.

This is a day to be thankful for all the wonderful things in your life.
Yet, all I keep thinking about is my misfortunes.
I just can't help letting out a good cry.
And I am sure God has better things to do then listen to me gripes.
But, I just can't seem to help it.

My life just seems to be spiraling in to a giant black hole of despair.
Then again it could just be me.
Me being overly tired.
But, no matter what...
... I am feeling overcome with conflicting emotions.
I am gonna pop in a movie and try to drift off to dream land.

Happy Thanksgiving Day!
Love your family and friends!
Be happy and joyful!
In other words the complete opposite of me.

Mr. Carson Taylor

There sits Mr. Carson Taylor
Eating his pumpkin pie.
All alone he sits,
Watching the world go by.

He has done a great deed
He has been immortalized in bronze
He sits in the center of town watching the comings and goings
But, why you ask.
No one really knows.

That is a secret that the mayor took with him to his grave
And no doubt Mr. Carson Taylor will too.

He is a local hero.
But, what in the world did he do?
This question haunts me
It haunts me
As a serve him his pumpkin pie.
Only once did I work up to courage to ask Mr. Carson Taylor
The question that had been lingering in my mind
I received no reply.

Mr. Carson Taylor will continue to arrive and proceed to his seat by the big window
I will continue to serve him his beloved pumpkin pie
The questions surrounding the past of one Mr. Carson Taylor will continue to remain a mystery.

Really now?

So.....
quite a while ago I went to Sam's to get some groceries with my momma.
I pondered down the entertainment aisle hoping there would be some cheep dvds!
I came across something that.... that.... that well made me stop and stare.
My mouth was left agape.

(Sorry the picture was blurry. I took it with my camera)
The two in the middle come as a package.
2 dvds together for $19.95

On the side of the package are two separate dvds. They are of the same movies.
EXCEPT they cost $6.00 a piece.

So buy 2 dvds together for $19.95
Or buy the same dvds separately for $12.00

I can only wonder how many people bought the 2 pack and spent an extra $8.
Next time you buy a dvd....
... be observant and use common sense.
CHECK THE PRICE!!!!

To infinity and beyond.

I found this photo the other day.

I fell in love.

It makes me feel like the seemingly impossible is right around the corner.

One of my favorite quotes is:

"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss you will land among the stars"

-Les Brown

We have a BIG God.

Why are we waisting his time with trifle wishes?

Dream big.

Go for the impossible.

Nothing is impossible for the king of kings.

He holds the world in his hands.

He made you... and he can make your dreams come true.

Flavored Water

"Strange how a teapot
Can represent at the same time
The comforts of solitude
And the pleasures of company."

life, love

my belly is full and happy
the windows and doors are wide open
there is a crisp, cool breeze that tosses my hair
fall is beginning to peer its head around the corner
live is good
school is well
can't wait to see what this season holds

"Who shall separate us from the LOVE of Christ?
Shall TROUBLE?
or HARDSHIP?
or PERSECUTION?
or FAMINE?
or NAKEDNESS?
or DANGER?
or SWORD?
As it is written 'For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.'
NO, it is in these things WE ARE MORE THEN CONQUERORS! through HIM WHO LOVED US. For I am convinced the neither death nor life,
neither angels NOR demons,
neither the present NOR the future,
NOR any power,
neither height NOR depth,
NOR anything else in all creation,
will be able to separate us from the LOVE of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord!"
        
                      - Romans 8: 35 - 39

We are more then conquerors... cause with God ALL things are possible!!!!!!
No trial will separate us from THE LOVE of God!
All authority
Every victory
Is the Lords! 
He won the battle; He deserves the Glory, Honor, and Fame!
He OVERCAME the grave!

"Let us not Love with words or tongue, but with actions and in truth."
                - 1 John 3:18

The Lord's action of laying down his life for us was the greatest act of love!
So let us not just merely tell God how much we love Him.
Let us not just sing.
But, let us show our Love through our actions.
Let us keep his commandment!
Let our actions be to the approval of Him who is on the Throne and not for the approval of our peers!
Let us Love Him with ALL of our heart, mind, soul, and STRENGTH!

You make...

Nothing can separate
Even if I ran away
Your love never fails

I know I still make mistakes
But You have new mercies for me everyday
Your love never fails

You stay the same through the ages
Your love never changes
There maybe pain in the night but joy comes in the morning

And when the oceans rage
I don't have to be afraid
Because I know that You love me
Your love never fails

The wind is strong and the water's deep
But I'm not alone in these open seas
Cause Your love never fails

The chasm is far too wide
I never thought I'd reach the other side
But Your love never fails

You make all things work together for my good

---------------------------- "Your Love Never Fails" by Jesus Culture 

All to often we forget these word!! 

Remember:

"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans to prosper you an not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will CALL UPON ME and COME and PRAY to Me, and I WILL LISTEN to you. You will SEEK ME and FIND ME when you seek me with all your heart I will be found by you,' declares the LORD, 'and will bring you back from captivity...."

                    - Jeremiah 29:11 - 14

A whole chapter in the Bible for me! :)

I think that Songs of Solomon was put in the bible just for me, and girls like me.
To remind us how God loves us.
How much we are worth!

"All beautiful you are, my darling; there is NO FLAW in you!"
                 - Songs of Solomon 4:7

"You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; YOU have stolen my heart"
                 - Songs of Solomon 4:9

I have stolen the heart of a KING!
Not just any king.
The King of kings!

His Love is stronger then death!
His Love is as jealous as the grave!
His Love can not be washed way!

The book "Songs of Solomon" is a collection of poems, telling how a man and his bride feel about each other. The church is referred to as the bride of Christ. Therefore, We can assume the Christ is indeed the "man" in this collection of poems and that we (the Church; His people) are the "bride."

Teeth that bring wisdom?

Within the next couple of week I will have ALL 4 wisdom teeth removed. They will be cut out of my mouth forever, in one 45 minuet procedure! I will be knocked out, which requires that I have an IV Ugh... its gonna suck! I can hear the scary music! The pain and torture doesn't even start until I leave and the happy gas wears off. My face is gonna swell up like a balloon, my guns are gonna ache, there might be bleeding, and this is gonna lost for a week!!!!!! Let's just say I am NOT gonna be a happy camper!


What is the point of wisdom teeth? They don't give me any wisdom. 

Boy band from my past.

Leading psychologist say that its is impossible to actually lose your memories. They believe that your memories are just in a dormant stage. In other words you just unable to access them. But, those memories that you seem to have "forgotten," never went anywhere.

Case in point: the ending to The Notebook

If you have seen the movie, then you will understand what I am talking about.
If not, then I wouldn't dare ruin the ending to such a wonderful movie.
Rent it. Buy a box of kleenex. And get ready to cry your eyes out. :)

Anyways...

When I was younger I was obsessed with N'sync! I knew the words to every song! I knew the "Bye, Bye, Bye" dance. I made up my own dance routines to the other songs. I had all of their CD's. And I had a couple of posters. They were ALL that AND a slice of bread. But, that was then. I hadn't thought about N'sync in for ever. Then, the other day one of their songs came on the radio and unconsciously I began singing along. Somehow I remembered ALL the lyrics. I couldn't believed the lyrics from forever ago.

My memories never left me. They were just in hibernation.

The Last Month of my Life.

My month long journey has come to an end. I had a wonderful and relaxing time! 

Here is a quick recap: 

I went swimming, rode a golf kart, and listened to story of collage experiences at The Hanner's house.
(pictures in a previous blog).

I  was reconnected with old friends, played with a Variety of animals, rode on the gator though "organic disneyland", and watched as my sister happily slaughtered a bunch of poor defenseless chickens on the Fout's homestead. 










Memories flooded my mind as we made a pit stop at Trader Joes. We walked away with a stash of goodies to be devoured.

We shopped til' we dropped, look at tons of old photographs, and got some rest at my grandparent's house. 

And as an added bonus, we saw lions, and tigers, and bears.... Oh my... At the  St. Louis zoo. 

Then we left.
My sister and I slept, watched movies, and ate for the whole first half of the trip home. It wasn't until nightfall, that we came out of our "car trip coma."
Shortly after dinner we faced  heavy rain. Like, a massive down poor of water. I drove though part of it. It was a nerve racking experience! After about an hour of standing intensely at the road my parents thought that it would be a good idea for dad to drive. So we pulled into a gas station. It was only after I got out of the driver's seat and walked all the way to the restrooms that I realized that my hands were nervously shaking. It got So bad that we stopped at a rest station for about 15 - 20 minuets. Oh, and did I mention this was all happening at night?

After the rain had lightened up we got moving again. My dad (who was still driving at this point) was really tired because he had been driving practically all day. So he traded with my mom, I moved up to the front seat (another set of eyes is a good thing at night), and I happily ate skittles, drank  Mountain Dew, and listened to my iPod all the way home! :)

I am faced with a busy week ahead.
The homeschool convention is this weekend. We have doctors, dentist, and chiropractic appointments.  Summer camps at my mom school starts next week. We need to pick up out bird from our friends house where he has been staying at. We have friends to see and places to be. Busy, busy bees. 

Writers block and other trials.

Writers block is a terrible thing.
Why did my creative juices decide to stop flowing?
Is it that I am not in an environment that is conducive to though?
I have ideas.
Just none that are blog worthy.
Unless you think "Should I get a Sandwich or a Hot Dog" would be an interesting blog.
Or maybe "How man songs can they fit in to one 2 hour musical" might be better.
I think not.
Nothing interesting has happened.
Nothing to write about...
...Except my lack of subject.
I can't find silence.
I sit inside and I hear old black and white movies.
I sit outside and I hear insects buzzing about my head.
The first couple of days I decided to sit on the swing and read.
My mind felt clear and free.
But, now I am paying for it.
My WHOLE body itches.
I got eaten alive!
Bug bite after bug bite.
Bad choice.
I would rather be board then itchy.
Uggg..........
I am going mad!!!!!

Annabel Lee

I am desperately in love with this poem.
I know not why.
But, it captures my attention
And it evokes emotions.

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Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me--
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

"Stories wanted to be read."

Today I find my self sitting out side, on the swing, reading a book. While reading this book, I came across this passage:

"...(stories) without a human voice to read then aloud, or a pair of wide eyes

following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, they had no real existence in our world.

They were like seeds in the beak of a bird, waiting to fall to earth, or the notes of a

song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being.

They lay dormant, hoping for the chance to emerge. They could take root in the

imagination, and transform the reader. Stories wanted to be read... They needed it.

It was the reason they forced themselves from their world into ours. 

They wanted us to give them life."

-The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly

I am not very far along in this book so I can't yet recommend that you read it but, I will say what little I have read is very good. 

As I was reading this I was taken on a journey. It gave books new meaning. It gave them life.

I am found reflecting.

Reflecting on how little I actually read. 

Four books a year at best.

I find that rather sad. 

I aspire to be a writer and yet I don't read books?

What is with that?

And to be frank. 

I wouldn't even know where to begin.

There are so many book.

Today after I dropped off my dad at the airport, my mom and I went to Borders to browse. After surveying the selections, I came out with two new book. One I am very pleased with. The other, however, I am not so pleased with. But, I will press on for another chapter and see if my opinion will change. 

With there being so many books to choose from...

...I would really love some suggestions.

What are your favorite books?

The long and winding road.

Upon arriving at our first destination, The Hanner's house, my sister and I found out that they had a golf cart. We were soooo excited! Before we knew it we were entrusted with the keys and we were off! We arrived at the Hanner's late sunday evening and so we could only ride for a little while. But, we had a blast!

Lindsay was kinda nervous. This was her first driving experience. Although, I think I should be the one nervous! 

After Lindsay's failed attempts to catch a lighting bug and the tragic death of a little frog we retired the golf cart for the evening and headed in for a late night swim. 

The next morning we were either in the pool or riding in the golf cart ALL DAY! 

Can you blame us... I mean look at this pool...

Diving board, slide, cool water, warm weather... yeah win,win,win! 

Lindsay and I had so much fun exploring on the golf cart that we wanted our parents to join in on the fun. Plus, Lindsay wanted to show off her driving skills (what little she had). 

There were only 2 seats and a little "bed" in the back. If you have ever seen a golf cart you know what I am talking about. So because of that we could only take one parent at a time. And because lindsay wanted to drive, I got stuck holding on for dear life in the back "bed." 

It really wasn't that bad. I actually enjoyed it. The view was fantastic, there was a lovely breeze, and because I was facing backward I didn't have to worry about bugs assaulting my face. 

As I was riding, looking at the beautiful georgia landscaping, I had a weird moment.

I found my self thinking about the Pioneers. I felt as if I was one of them. Riding in a uncomfortable, bumpy wagon. Looking back at vast land. Watching everything you know fading into the distance. Riding into the great unknown.

I can't even imagine how that would feel. Knowing that you would face a challenging and hard life. Knowing that you may not survive. And yet... you still get in the wagon. Nothing more then the promise of new land and a bible to help you thru.

When we think of heroes names like... Neil Armstrong... George Washington... Abraham Lincoln... and Chesley B. "Sully" Sullenberger come to mind. But, why do we never think about the Pioneers. To me they were some of the bravest people I know of. They advanced our boarders. They faced challenges head on. Plus, they were strong in their faith.

From now on, when I am asked "Who are some of your heroes?" I will make sure to include the Pioneers. 

Random Thoughts About Nothing.

Whoever said "doing nothing (or just sitting around) is a colossal waste of time" was plain and simply, wrong! I have found that 9 times out of 10 it is in these times of "doing nothing" that my best thinking in done. My mind often speaks the loudest when everything else is silent. The times of "doing nothing" are my times to recharge. My mind is clear, my body is still, and I am alone.

Fresh Air.

I have been at my second destination for 2 days now. I am so enjoying the fellowship!
The Fout's (our old friends from california) have a huge property! There are 3 barns, 1 chicken house, 1 garage, and a large house. On top of that they have a lake (with a dock), 3 chicken coops, a large wooded area, a 6000 sq. ft. garden, and not to mention all of their animals! Needless to say, there is a lot of fun stuff to do.

Even with all of this to entertain me, I find myself just sitting. Watching as the clothes on the clothes-line sway back and forth in the wind. Listening to the birds sing their melodious song. Smelling the fresh, clean, unspoiled air. Feeling the wind on my face.

 Lindsay (my sister) and the two oldest girls when on a walk thru the woods. They hope to find some good branches with which to make bows and arrows from. They invited me to come but, I declined.

All I want to do to stare at the beautiful and majestic land that lays before me.

In so many way I feel almost as if I am the main character of a book. I find my self narration my experiences as if reading them from a book. For instance this was my experience this morning: "As she walked down the creaky stairs she was pleasantly surprised to be hit by a gust of cool wind. This wind was a welcome change from the heat of the upstairs bedroom where she has been sleeping. As she walked down stairs she was even more pleasantly surprised to find that the cool air was not just a gust but, a steady stream.  Looking at the thermometer located on the back porch she found that the temperature was a lovely 70 degrees. This was a vast improvement from the previous day. Yesterday it had been 85 degrees with no wind at all."
You get the picture. Its weird and yet oddly fitting.

That atmosphere is very conducive to a creative mind. Words come so easily. Thoughts are so clear.

I am finally starting to understanding why they choose to live in the middle of nowhere. On a farm.

1.4.20.3.4.

Wonderful I must say.
Wonderful is the adventure that I am about to embark on.
Great is the road ahead.
Filled with promise.
An experience to be sure.

What is this magical journey I speak of?

I know what you must be thinking.
But, contrary to speculation
No: It is not my birthday.
No: I did not get my license.
No: I am not going to collage yet.

ITS BETTER! 


Its a road trip!!!!!
Can you say EPIC?!?!


My family is loading up the van and heading off.
We will be gone for one whole month. The end destination is Decatur, Illinois but, we are going to make 3 stops along the way. 

          1. In Georgia to see some friends who went to collage with my parents.
          2. In Ohio to see old friends from California who we haven't seen in 5 years.
          3. In Indiana to go to Trader Joe's. THE BEST GROSERY STORE EVER!!


1 car.
4 people.
20+ hours of driving.
3 stops.
4 weeks of fun!

5. Candy. Lullabies. That's all I can remember.

It is freakin' 5 in the morning and I still haven't fallin' asleep!
I have tried everything for 7 hours.
Lights on. Lights off.
Music. No music.
Fan. No Fan.
Heavy blankets. Light sheets.
You get the point.
My eyes are puffy from exhaustion
My brain won't turn off.
My thoughts are whizzing about.
I feel like an adhd kid in a candy store.
Overwhelmed!
I can't even keep my eyes open.
Yet they won't shut.
The best part about this... I have to get up at 9 to be at the doctors by 10.
Yep.
Sleep why do you allude me?
Why are you aloof?
I guess its time to break out Plumb.
Its like children's lullabies on steroids, for adults.
Look her up on itunes.
Plumb don't fail me now!
AHHHHH!!!
What in the world is going on?!?!
Am I getting punked?
Prediction time. Tomorrow is going to be a rough day!
Coffee? I think yes.
Oh Lord!
What did I do???
Tell me?
I'll take it back!
Just please send down sleep.
I want to dream.
Oh.... to dream.

An ABAB pattern.

As of last, I have found myself drawn to poetry.
No rhyme or reason for this.



Here is a list of some of my favorite poems currently.
(In no particular order)

1. "Sonnet 116" - William Shakespeare
2. "The Road Not Taken" - Robert Frost
3. "Richard Cory" - Edwin Arlington Robinson
4. "The Red Wheelbarrow" - William Carlos Williams
5. "Sonnet 18" - William Shakespeare 
6. "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" - Emily Dickinson
7. "Annabel Lee" - Edgar Allan Poe
8. "Sonnet 43" - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
9. "Poetry" - Marianne Moore

The fantastic thing about these particular pieces of poetry is the depth they have. You have to read them several times, chew on the ideas, and sometimes use a dictionary to fully understand, or at least better grasp, they works of art. 

While compiling this list, I re-read each of these wonderful poems. And somehow I felt refreshed. If you take the time to read just one, you will understand why I love them so. 

"I'm under arrest for what?"

I saw this article the other day and loved it!!! 

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I’m Under Arrest for What? Fifty Bizarre U.S. Laws

By: Annie Tucker Morgan 

Alabama
It’s illegal to wear a fake mustache that causes laughter in church.

Alaska
Whispering in someone’s ear while he’s moose hunting is prohibited.

Arizona
Cutting down a cactus may earn you a twenty-five-year prison term.

Arkansas
It’s illegal to mispronounce the name of the state of Arkansas.

California
You may not eat an orange in your bathtub.

Colorado
It’s unlawful to lend your vacuum cleaner to your next-door neighbor (Denver).

Connecticut
A pickle cannot actually be a pickle unless it bounces.

Delaware
It’s illegal to get married on a dare.

Washington, D.C.
It’s against the law to post a public notice calling someone a coward for refusing to accept a challenge to duel.

Florida
If you tie an elephant to a parking meter, you must pay the same parking fee as you would for a vehicle.

GeorgiaIt’s illegal to change the clothes on a storefront mannequin unless you draw the shades first.

Hawaii
All residents may be fined for not owning a boat.

Idaho
A man must not give his sweetheart a box of candy weighing fewer than fifty pounds.

Illinois
It’s illegal to take a French poodle to the opera (Chicago).

Indiana
The value of pi is 4, and not 3.1415.

Iowa
One-armed piano players must perform for free.

Kansas
It’s illegal to throw knives at men wearing striped suits (Natoma).

Kentucky
Every citizen is required to take a shower once a year.

Louisiana
Biting someone with your natural teeth constitutes simple assault, but biting someone with your false teeth classifies as aggravated assault.

Maine
If you keep your Christmas decorations on display after January 14, you’ll be fined.

Maryland
It’s against the law to wash or scrub a sink, no matter how dirty it is (Baltimore).

Massachusetts
No gorilla is allowed in the backseat of any car.

Michigan
A woman may not cut her own hair without her husband’s permission.

Minnesota
It’s illegal to paint a sparrow with the intent of selling it as a parakeet (Harper Woods).

Mississippi
Walking a dog without dressing it in diapers is forbidden (Temperance).

Missouri
Children may buy shotguns in Kansas City, but not toy cap guns.

Montana
It’s a felony for a wife to open her husband’s mail.

NebraskaBar owners may not sell beer unless they brew a kettle of soup simultaneously.

Nevada
It’s illegal for men with mustaches to kiss women.

New Hampshire
It’s forbidden to sell the clothes you’re wearing to pay off a gambling debt.

New Jersey
It’s against the law for a man to knit during the fishing season.

New Mexico
Females may not appear unshaven in public.

New York
While riding in an elevator, you must talk to no one, fold your hands, and look toward the door.

North Carolina
It’s against the law to sing off-key.

North DakotaIt’s illegal to lie down and fall asleep with your shoes on.

Ohio
You must honk the horn whenever you pass another car, according to the state’s driver’s education manual.

Oklahoma
It’s forbidden to take a bite out of another person’s hamburger.

Oregon
State law requires dishes to be drip-dried.

Pennsylvania
It’s illegal to sleep on top of a refrigerator outdoors.

Rhode Island
You may not bite off another person’s leg.

South Carolina

If a man promises to marry an unmarried woman, he is required by law to keep his promise.

South Dakota
It is illegal to lie down and fall asleep in a cheese factory.

Tennessee
Selling hollow logs is strictly forbidden.

Texas
You may not shoot a buffalo from the second story of a hotel.

Utah
It is illegal not to drink milk.

Vermont
Women must obtain written permission from their husbands to wear false teeth.

VirginiaTickling a woman is unlawful.

Washington
It’s illegal to pretend that one’s parents are wealthy.

West Virginia
If you make fun of someone who does not accept a challenge, you risk a six-month prison sentence.

WisconsinUnless a customer specifically requests it, margarine may not be substituted for butter in a restaurant.

Wyoming
Unless you have an official permit, you may not take a picture of a rabbit from January to April.

This Court Is AdjournedWhew! With all this legislation, it’s a wonder we’re not all sharing a prison cell right now. Granted, something tells me the Los Angeles Police Department has bigger fish to fry than popping people who dare to eat oranges while bathing, and that most people who saw me catching some shut-eye on top of a fridge in Pennsylvania wouldn’t call the cops on me, but you never know when you might come across that rare whistle-blower who wants you persecuted to the fullest extent of the law, so it’s probably better to be safe than sorry. The next time I tie up my elephant at a parking meter in Florida, I’ll be sure to bring a pocket full of quarters.

http://www.divinecaroline.com/22323/99603-i-m-arrest-what-fifty-bizarre

Sleeplessness.

I hate those night where you close you eyes at 11 p.m. and open them expecting the clock to say 11:04 p.m. but, instead you are shocked to find the clock actually reads 10:00 a.m. It has been eleven hours and it passes by in the blink of an eye.

You don't feel rested.
You don't feel refreshed.
You feel more worn out.
You feel more tired.

Is there a name for this?

This has been going on for, what feels like, forever.
7 Days actually.
1 week.

Its almost like a never ending day.
My question.
Will it ever end?

Free Write

The teacher wants us to write.

"Write about whatever comes into your mind," she says.

But when my mind is blank, what then?

She's reading a poem now...

I think.

"I'm often straying. . . I have a failure to use. . . thy glory is. . ." etc.

I must be dumb, because I don't know what any of that means!

So for now, I will write about... nothing...

Is this what free writing means?

I feel like a crazed lunatic;

or like the writer of Frankenstein. Always questioning what the point is to anything.

But I am not really like that,

honest I'm not.

Just for now, as this assignment goes on, I sit here.

At a loss for words.

Not because I have too many words,

but because I have no words.

In time, I may become better at this. . . but for now I just sit here.

Wondering what to write. . .

Yes, Summer!

Oh... after the days of sitting in a classroom listen to a teacher drown on and on about what a molecule is or having listening to a story that I have heard a thousand time there is still something that makes me cringe even more.

It is the fact that after I have endured through that torture it still does not end. I can't just leave the classroom and be done with it. No! It couldn't just leave my life forever, it had to follow me! It would be just my like that my teacher would make me write a paper about molecules. Not only did I hear about molecules for the whole class period I also was forced to go home and do more research about stupid molecules. 

Don't get me wrong, I love school! I love my classes, I love my teachers, and I love what I am learning! But, its the homework that kills me! 

Sometimes I feel like I am being haunted! Haunted by the horror of homework! I can't turn on the T.V. without thinking "I should be doing homework!" My laziness wins out in the end and I sit there and start at the "tube" as my dad would say. 

Oh.. homework... WHY... why oh why must you be in my life? I am sure there must be a logical reason but, at this time I can't think of one. 

Well I must end here. I leave you. And I am left to decipher the motive behind giving homework!

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Thank the Lord its summer! 

An Island Away...

To escape writing I write. 

I write in an informal way. 

No rules. No structure. 

I just let my heart and my emotions spill over on to the page. 

I don't know what will come out.

I never plan ahead.

I just type and hope for the best.

Sometimes I write gibberish.

Sometimes I write something inspirational.

Sometimes I write something that doesn't have any other uses than to just occupy time. 

Most of what I write will never be seen or heard.

I write to escape.

Escape the daily toils of life.

The low or high expectations that haunt me.

The assignments that I can't understand.

Just escape. 

When I write, that is when I am not forced to write in a particular way, I feel at home.

When my fingers stop tapping at the keys and I am truly satisfied with the words before me...

...I feel at home.

It feels rights. 

I can honestly say that I don't care if others like it.

I love it!

Can you hear me???

In my heart and my soul I know God is real! But sometimes my head tells me otherwise.

On days like today my head sometimes wins out and I allow myself to question God's value of my life and his involvement in it.

On a day when everything goes wrong, when your stuck between a rock and a hard place, when you wanna scream and you can't, and days when you have to keep still so you don't rock the boat, all you want is to pray to God and hear his voice or to feel his presence but, all you get is a silence.

The haunting kind of stillness that makes you wish it was hours earlier when the volcano of craziness erupted. The kind of silence that makes you feel alone. Like your only company is your echoing voice.

All day the only thing you've wanted was to run away from if all and go to sleep. Now that your away, you hate it. You think "If only God would answer me."

Eventually you close your eyes and drift off in to sleep and the whole experience seams far off and distant.

These are the days when I ask the question... "Can you hear me???"