Thursday, April 28, 2011

It's Not Just a State of Mind...

It's the blossoming feeling in your chest.

It's the waning blues of winter, the bright, mottled greens of summer.

It's the cool of the night, the milky white of the moonlight on green grasses and dark trees.

It's the cold December wind on your face, the tickle of the summer breeze toying with your hair and caressing your cheeks.

It's the glint of sunset on store fronts. The gold, shining morning sunrise on quiet houses in small neighborhoods.

It's the stench of a city, the scent of fast food irritating and enticing one's nostrils.

It's the intimidating gray of storm clouds, and the bright, fluffy clouds of a sunny day.

It's the feeling of cool rain on your bare skin. The feeling of excitement one gets from breaking rules. From dancing in the rain......

It's seeing the perfect scene in your head. Putting words with faces and characters.

It's mixing and matching colors and sounds, names and faces, scents and textures...

It's the perfect match of connotation and denotation.

It's the need in your tingling fingertips to get an idea across.

It's tangled, carefully pieced together words.

It's that irresistible, burning desire to get it all OUT.

It's who you are.

I'm not a poet. I don't have any published poetry. I'm not an author. I make no money writing any kind of stories.

Nor do I write biographies, or memoirs, or books about history....

I, am a writer.

I, am creative.

I am....

Simply me.

And I, have been inspired, by the summer's loving breeze.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Tribute to Charlie Day! (To Lindsey:) )

Happy Tribute to Charlie Day! :D

There are papers and index cards strewn across the kitchen table.
And a few notebooks.

And there are about eight tabs up on the internet.

Oh, projects, how I loathe thee.

I wore a dress today.

A lot of people liked it.

A lot of people DIDN'T freak out about it, which is new. Because said people are definitely not used to me wearing dresses.

But it's okay, because I guess I've changed a lot.

Which is good.....

I have no idea where this is going....

The best friend is having a bad day. So now we have tentative plans set for Thursday. Which is AWESOME.

It's been too long since we've tried to pull an all-nighter, and done a ton of crazy stuff during that span of long, dark, sleepy hours in the middle of the night.

I predict playing Just Dance, watching cheesy horror movies that turn out to not be cheesy, learning to booty dance On Demand (just....don't ask....), eating icecream and venting about life's hardships at the age of fourteen, watching movies in other languages, playing Star Wars on the PlayStation at four in the morning, and just being....Best friends.

I. Can't. Wait.

I love you Kinz :D

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Power Rangers, Bionicle, and StressStressStress

Okay, I'm being a total slacker and blogging about this stuff instead of working on a very important project.

But today has been completely awesome.

I got to play with Power Ranger action figures and Bionicle parts and even Legoes.

And I got to see what it was like to relive some of the simplest times of someone's life.

We pulled the box of Power Rangers down and pieced some of them together again, and talked about old childhood habits and collections and just had fun.

I also got to watch a mad search for the lost box of at least 400 dollars worth of Bionicle sets and listen to muttered threats to family members if said box was sold.

I listened to jokes about being murdered under the house, and joked about not risking the giant spider to save a life.

And then, I heard the relief and excitement in what seemed to be a little boy as he found the box of Bionicle sets and pieces.

I laughed as he climbed down from the attic and nearly hurt himself in the process, insisting on doing it alone.

We played and searched in that box for quite a while.

I was taken home, tired, and quietly mused about not needing sex or touching or kissing or any of that usual jazz to be able to have fun.

I voiced aloud the worry over losing important parts of the project I'm supposed to be working on.

I got home and cleaned my room, organized my books, and my clothes, and got together a giant bag of old clothes to give away. I finished the required reading for school, and found the lost project information.

And now I'm quietly stressing about getting the rest of it done, and slacking off a little.

But, hey, after today, I needed a small break.

I feel accomplished, nonetheless.

And happy.
Accomplished and happy.

I think those two feelings go well together.

Sunday, April 3, 2011


So, we made it.

Somehow, a 12 hour drive turned into 16 hours, and quite a few grumpy-but-excited teens (and three adults) arrived in Ashtabula, Ohio sometime close to midnight last night.

Dear Lord, help us all.

We did make it, and not without quite a few "bumps in the road." (And I do mean literally and figuratively.)

We got started a little late yesterday morning, leaving at around eight o' clock instead of seven-thirty.

Something happened to be wrong with one of the tires on our trailer thing, but my handy-dandy father was able to come to the conclusion that it would survive.

Everyone was all packed into the fifteen passenger van we borrowed from another church (which really only seated fourteen) and we were off.

After a loooooooooooooooOOOOOOOng car ride, we finally managed to arrive in Ohio, and then a while later, Ashtabula.

Yes, I am rambling a bit.
I'm honestly exhausted.

We all are.

And now a group of us are headed to church, and another group is here at the Sleep Inn, well, sleeping in.

So there's part of our little adventure for ya ;)

Enjoy your Spring Break!