Thinking about Christmas(:

GOOD MORNING! Oh well it is not morning anymore, but let’s pretend because I like saying good morning better than good 4:54 in the afternoon. So GOOD MORNING!

 

How are all of you today? I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for Christmas to come! I’m like Cindy-Lou Who down in Whoville and I like Christmas a lot! It’s that time of year when all motivation slowly drains from your mind and you begin to feel like a zombie, walking around school with glazed eyes. I’m there and beyond.

  I’m sitting here listening to Tswift croon “Santa Baby” and basking in the glow of my Christmas tree when I should be in my cold, dank office (it is actually quite nice, but seems very cheerless on days like today) tackling those fifty math problems. But sometimes a lazy Sunday is just what you need in order to conquer the coming week. And this week will be very special! It’s our LAST week friends!

Just a little more pushing through and then we’re free!

The holiday season is always my favorite. I love the tree (even though its fake now) and the cookies, and laughing with family, ice-skating with friends, shopping with every other American, and the smell of vanilla that fills my cozy house.

But I think my favorite part of Christmas is Christmas Eve. After all the family and friends leave, and the house is quiet, and all of my family is asleep, I’ll grab my thickest, most cuddly blanket and sneak out to the Christmas tree. There I’ll sit and read my favorite Christmas book, “Mary’s First Christmas” by Walter Wangerin Jr.

  I love Christmas for so many reasons, but the best of all is thinking about my Savior’s love for me.

Please Don't Read This....

Once upon a time

In a land far far away

There lived a tiny kingdom covered in snow

Where snow fairies danced and bells hung from the trees in strands of musical mirth

And snow daisies grew with their petals of white peeking out from the crisp ground.

There were snow foxes hunting, stealing through the blue ferns on silent velvet paws.

And all around the woodland elves slipped across icy paths, dressed in glistening white.

They whispered secrets to the reindeer through the foggy air, stepping about their business amongst the trees. The woodland elves were rarely seen and never heard by the snow people who lived along Icetown along the river. The snow people laughed and dancing and made merry all year, but especially at Christmas.

It was the most celebrated season of the year for all the people in the snowy kingdom

 

Ok please nobody read that because it was just SO, SO, SO, SO stuuuupid! Like REALLY. I don’t even know what to write right now (haha said write right) and I just have no words. So drained. So ready for break. So tired. I just need to get some words out. You know what’s awesome? CANDY CANES! You know what’s creepy? The Fall of the House of Usher! You know what’s hilarious? Jokes that aren’t’ actually funny but somehow work. You know who’s awesome? YOU!

Well maybe this is enough words now. Is it? IS IT? Well we shall see.

Hehehe hey guess what? ONE more word! There. Done. Hey. Goodbye.

CAT DAY

HELP!!!! MY INNER CHILD HAS TAKEN OVER AND GONE COMPLETELY BONKERS.

"I just want everyone to be happy."

Ever said this to yourself? I have, about a bazillion times the last couple months alone. And especially in the last two weeks. And you know what? I realized something!

YOU WILL NEVER MAKE EVERYBODY HAPPY!

Ever. Like never ever ever ever. I'm talking Taylor Swift's level of finality here. Today my inner child rose up and said "NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!" And all my older, more experienced voices were like,

"What? Dude chill we're just gonna try to make everybody happy no matter how uncomfortable we are, and everything will work out somehow!"

And my inner child was like, "NOPE! NOT TODAY! TODAY, WE ARE GONNA DO WHAT WE WANT HOW WE WANT WHEN WE WANT!"

And all the other voices said, "YES! We're with you!"

And then there were some Lord of the Rings references and my mind basically delivered an amazing speech to itself.

But then as I was thinking, I wondered if maybe my inner child had taken over too much. I mean, when we're kids we don't have any idea of kindness or humility. It's all MINE MINE MINE.

We see a toy we want, we take it. We see food we want, into our mouths it goes.

So my question is: is there such a thing as letting your inner child out TOO much?

Mine insists that she and I are gonna rule the world forever, or at least today she is. Maybe its just a mood. I hope so, cuz I really don't think I'm cut out to rule the world, or even my life. I don't want to rule it, besides rare days like today when I give myself awesome speeches and protest everything that anyone says about anything.

I feel like a cat today. You know? Some days you feel like a dog, where all your energy is just focused on pleasing everyone. That was me since the beginning of the year. And now I'm like,

"NOPE! Done with that. Call me a kitty cat cuz I'm feeling insanely selfish and aloof today."

Well this was basically a pointless rant. Maybe I should have written something beautiful, or meaningful. Haha. Guess what?

DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT EITHER!

toodlooo!

 

 

 



Random Rant from Me and DAVE

I am having serious writer’s block. But its not really writer’s block, its extreme lack of motivation or caring about any form of homework today whatsoever. But if I said that then people might get the wrong idea, so I’m going with writer’s block.

 I don’t know about any of you but I am really ready for Christmas. 2018. Christmas 2018 sounds a lot better than this Christmas. Because in 2018 I will be 22 and almost through college hopefully and not sitting in my messy room with a headache and a boatload of homework and a bazillion problems of life to ponder and two dogs barking, and a stuffy nose. And maybe, just maybe I would be writing something that actually means something, but I’m sure that this means something to somebody, if only to me. Writing is a release, a way of talking when no one else will listen. You’ve always got a blank page to confide in and it’s surprising how a blank page can be such a good listener when it has no ears, no eyes, and no voice. But still, writing something out often helps me deal with it. Like tonight. I could be burdening one of my friends with this pointless ramble but instead I’m just here chillin’ with my piece of paper. He’s an awesome piece of paper. He needs a name though.

 I’m gonna name you DAVE! Everybody who is reading this, the paper you are reading is named DAVE. In all caps. Yep. Hi DAVE!

 Hi Laura!

DAVE says hi!

Anywho, DAVE and I are having way more fun complaining about my life than we would be if I was trying to actually write something with a plot or a pattern.

Plots and patterns are all very well on some days, but on others they just don’t seem to help all that pent up soul debris work its way out. My soul debris is actually almost gone. But I have one more thing to say.

 

IRELAND. I’m gonna go there someday. End of story.

Freight Train

Once upon a time I was a freight train crashing in the dark

You were the woodland scene that I passed by, wishing I had stopped to think

But too late now for me or you

And all will crash and burn

But sometime I will see the truth

And a bitter lesson will I learn

 

Train crashes in the ocean water gleaming bright

Sirens sound and flashes blue and red and white

The sounds of night fade to fire and my heart cries out “Past oh why?”

Past calls back “You brought me dear.” And all strength begins to die.

Train sinks down into a sea of black, the air all pressed and strained.

And all the sights the sounds the stars are veiled as I keep my soul constrained.
My voice is silent stiff and still and the water crashes down.

My hopes and thoughts all fleeting, gone and so much for renown.

 

Train settles deftly down the bottom of the sea.

And all the voices hopes and dreams sink silent now within me.

The day is done and you are gone and never will I know.

What all might have been what might have done had I refused to go.

Flower

Flower

Friend

Petals pink

Leaves curling like shy streams of sunlight

The grass dances in the wind

Blossoms happy and sweet and sad

The blue sky calls

And the flower dreams

All is well

The flower prays a thankful prayer

For Not even kings are dressed as these.

Days and People

Some days are strange days.

Some people are strange people.

But the strange days are the ones you remember.

And the strange people are the ones you secretly like best.