Late

It is currently 10:03 p.m. and I don’t really want to look up a word right now. That is why I am posting something I wrote during a write o’ rama. Here it is.

There are lots of things you see from under the table. Some dropped fruit, Mom likes apricots. A dish cloth sometimes, once there was a towel. Lots of words to hear, some fighting. Sister is being rude again. Sometimes there is cooking, sizzling and popping. There are smells, delightful desserts, bacon, vanilla, fresh-baked cookies, eating at the edges of my resolve.

There were lots of smells at first. They went away soon enough, too much effort. They tried not feeding me but they still couldn’t get me out, so now they slip a plate under the table. I still don’t get dessert.  Sometimes I’m forgotten, invisible under the wine red tablecloth.

My room is empty now, my cracked dolls stolen in the middle of the night, the only time I’d come out. I have taken pillows, a blanket, broken clocks, and old, old storybooks.

Sister slipped me a peach once, Mom wouldn’t like her apricots disappearing. She’s always eating them. Dad hates is when she drips the juice onto the floor. I only see him when he wipes it up with a towel. Feet don’t count.

Sister is delightful, full of laughter and smiles. She’s was the only one who used to visit me. She’s the only one who knows my hair is curly now. Mom used to peek under once in a while, not anymore. I heard Dad shaved off his mustache. I haven’t seen anyone since sister went off to college. I hear I get letters from her, but I never see them. Too much trouble to deliver to the girl under the table.

I don’t see much of life these days. Just carpet, apricots, towels and peaches.

Zoo

My word of the day is animals so, naturally, I’m going to talk about explosions. I should probably explain how I made that leap first, though. I like writing the word boom. It looks very cool in my handwriting. I also like drawing sheep and sheep in general. I was somehow thinking about these two things at the same time and eventually they merged. And thus I came up with the exploding sheep.

My first impression was that an exploding sheep would be awesome. Then I thought about it more and decided that it wouldn’t be a very good weapon. I asked what people thought and I got various answers (along with many strange looks). The most practical one was a porcupine. I should probably add that the exploding isn’t lethal, the animal quickly regenerates with almost no pain at all. I think that an exploding  porcupine would be an excellent weapon.

Even so, I still think that something is missing. I want an exploding pigeon. I’m not quite sure why, I just think that an exploding  pigeon would be awesome. I think that it’s poo would explode too. There would be no messenger pigeons, they’d be stealth bomber pigeons.

That thought makes me way too happy.

Roofs

My word of the week is ceiling. My personal favorite definition for this word was ‘the maximum altitude from which the earth can be seen on a particular day.’

In school, we were assigned an essay. We had to pick a word and find it in an unabridged dictionary, the Bible, a poem, and six other places. In each paragraph we had to write about what we found in that source and what we though of it. I found this to be far too close to what my blog is for comfort. This, paired with the fact that I have absolutely nothing to say about the word ‘ceiling’, gives me quite a dilemma. And so, I am going to go on about random things until I run out.

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Unfortunately this is apparently not a good day for profound, witty, or even slightly interesting thoughts. The biggest things that have happened to me in the past week were me starting to sleep sideways on my bed and choosing to organize my room.

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Still thinking…..

I like bunnies. I think that their little floppy ears are so cute and soft.

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That particular diamond of a thought was brought on by my glancing at a stuffed animal of a pink bunny with stiches everywhere and a skeleton face. I love it. Doesn’t my mind work in wonderful ways?

I like round pillows. They fit perfectly in your neck and you dont have to deal with the  awkwardness of having your shoulders resting on the pillow too. I can’t sleep with my shoulders on a pillow, it feels wrong somehow.

This feels incredibly awkward, like I’m talking to myself. The only person who I actually know reads this is my mom and it would be silly to not just go downstairs and talk to her. Blogging would an awfully indirect form of communication.

I like pie. Pecan is my favorite. I like pumpkin, too.

I don’t like neon colors. They seem obnoxious to me. Bright colors are alright if they’re blue or green but otherwise they suck.

I’m going to stop now.

Rhymes

My word of the week is poetry, so I wrote a poem.

In briars by moonlight the fairy folk play

Dancing and twirling the whole night away

In clothes made of brambles, flowers, and leaves

Coming from forests and under the eaves

Curving and twisting with drink, dance, and fun

By midnight the whole thing has just begun

A celebration of sorts by cover of night

If anyone saw it would be quite a sight

Fey dancing and laughing, now out of disguise

If they knew you could see them they’d poke out your eyes

Among thorns, among roses, they twist and they turn

Fanning the nobles with fans made of ferns

They recline in cushions of moss and of fluff

The insides of dandelions are filled with the stuff

But no yellow flowers dwell in this secret place

Where the sun rarely deems to show her face

A clearing of secrets, whispers, and fright

For all but the fey folk who in here delight

All colors are silver, white, gray, or black

The will-o’-wisps are those that mark out the track

Fairy lights shine, elusive and faint

On the path to the place to person shall taint

Where many fey dance and many fey sing

This celebration is no trifle thing

A party, a dance, to praise Halloween

As always the fey will rejoice unseen.

In briars by moonlight the fairy folk play

Dancing and laughing the whole night away

By daytime they hide, trapped, never free

If mortals invade they have to flee

But at night, by the moonlight, away from the fray

In the roses and the thorns the fairy folk play

On the top right corner of my screen it says ‘Howdy.’ IS THAT NOT AMAZING?

HOME

I was in Montana for the past four days so I am very tired right now. I have taken 3 trips so far this year and after Friday, I will have taken 4. At this point, as I steel myself for hours on a bus full of my 56 screaming classmates (who I hope never read this) I am not at all inclined to find a word in my dictionary, no matter how awesome it might be. Because of this, the rest of this post will just be my random thoughts on the universe. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

I, personally, quite like the concept of time. It is entirely man-made, of course. I think whoever created the idea had quite a morbid streak. Really, who invents a system that measures how short our lives are? But, aside from the slightly creepy side of it, I enjoy time, and I thank whoever invented it. Without time, I wouldn’t be able to waste it doing simple, unproductive things that make me happy. I also love to hear the ticking of a clock. I’m quite sure that it could drive many people to insanity, but I like it. Maybe that’s saying something about me…

AND ONWARD WE GO INTO A DIFFERENT TOPIC. Smooth transition, don’t you think? I think that people should be more awesome. It sort of goes without saying, but people normally don’t even think about it. Why can’t everyone learn to do amazing feats? It seems as though it would be worth it. Most people desire attention and admiration, it only seems logical that instead of trying to suck up to naturally charismatic people they would acquire some interesting skills to gain followers of their own.

ANOTHER TOPIC CHANGE. I’m so skillful at transitions aren’t I? At this point I don’t really have much left to talk about so, since I just got back from a trip, I’m going to talk about home. My home is dark grayish blue. Not my house, my city. My city is dark grayish blue. You can’t see much of the sky because it’s blocked by buildings, trees, and clouds. It’s rarely sunny, and it’s never too bright. There’s always a hum of people energy even in the rare times you can’t see anyone. People aren’t all eagerly nice and neighborly. It rains all the time. When I travel, I like the dark grayish blue places. When I go to the chalky yellow-gray places I get homesick. I like my rainy city, with buildings and trees and clouds, with people energy and a sun that plays hide-and-seek, with people that aren’t always neighborly and friendly. I like my dark, grayish blue home.

Apocalypse

My word of the week is zombie. I’m quite sure that you all know the meaning of the word zombie, if not, you’re going to die when the zombie revolution comes. I know some people call it the apocalypse, but I like to think of it as a revolution. If you think about it, once they take over they’ll be able to teach us so much. They’ll probably be able to tell us what happens after you die so we won’t have to wonder anymore. If they had any epiphanies right before they died they would still be able to share it with the world today. Also, there would be history just walking around everywhere. Actually talking to the zombie version of George Washington would be so much more interesting than reading a textbook. I imagine that our techniques to preserve bodies would increase exponentially as they would otherwise start to smell. So, in short, I am pro-zombie. Of course, this is all under the assumption that they could speak and wouldn’t be trying to eat our brains. If that’s the case, well, we’re all screwed.

Sorry….

I have an excuse! Well, for one of the weeks I didn’t post anyways… I was in Philadelphia two weeks ago. Last week I was really just being lazy. I’m going to do a word tomorrow but today I’m going to show you my pretty pictures. I don’t even know why I call them that.

Last Monday I decided I wanted to draw something in silhouettes. It ended up producing two pictures and the mad desire to illustrate every chapter of Alice in Wonderland.

These are the pictures.

I’m starting to realize that illustrating this book will be ridiculously difficult if I want to get the incomprehensible social commentary in there. Of course, I’m too stubborn to ever stop.

Most people probably won’t get the pig in the second one, but it’s 10 0′ clock (I just love writing o’ clock, don’t you?) and I’m tired.